Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs - Chapter 308

Chapter 308: Before the Orgy
A predatory thrill snaked up my spine. Good. Let them build the myth. Let the buzz ferment. When I finally walked through those glass doors? I wouldn’t be a consultant—I’d be a walking detonation of expectation they’d primed themselves to worship.

“Free hype,” I conceded, voice like gravel under heels. “Smart play, ladies. Keep whispering.”

“Not just that, darling,” Victoria corrected, swirling an invisible glass. “But Meridian Agency called. Demanding your final assessment. Seems our references… burned enthusiastically.”

Madison blinked, confusion knitting her brow. “Meridian Agency? I thought you haven’t interviewed for that—”

Right. She didn’t know…

“Your aunt’s… boutique companionship service,” I clarified, letting the grenade roll. “Turns out the wellness center is the velvet rope. One interview got me two offers.”

Madison’s eyes widened as the fuse hit powder. “So when you did the wellness center thing…”

“…I was also auditioning for the escort service,” I confirmed, deadpan. “Efficiency.”

“We put in very good words,” Anya said, her wink a loaded dart aimed straight through the screen.

“Very detailed words,” Ortega added, grinning like a shark who’d scented chum in the water.

“The kind,” Victoria finished, swirling an imaginary glass of something lethal and bubbly, “that make powerful women very eager to meet you.”

“Thank you for the endorsements, my lovelies,” I said, deadpan, sinking deeper into the chair that probably cost more than a kidney transplant.

“When are you moving in?” Janet and Victoria snapped in perfect, predatory unison—their voices overlapping like crosshairs locking on.

“After this Miami trip. Should be ready any day now.” Charlotte had confirmed earlier today: ‘Final sign-off today. Keys wired.’ The palace is nearly yours.

“What kind of place is it by the way, I only know the spooky legends but not it’s actual size?” Isabella asked, leaning forward until her silk robe whispered suggestions against her skin. Teacher-curiosity warping into something hungrier.

“Big enough for everyone,” I said, letting the mystery hang thick as cigar smoke. “Private enough for… extended lessons.”

“Extended lessons,” Isabella repeated, a slow, predatory smile spreading across her face. “I like the sound of that.”

“When do we get to see this palace?” Janet demanded, eyes bright.

“Soon,” I promised, relishing the hunger in their gazes. “Very soon, my love.”

Buzz.

My phone vibrated on the table like a trapped insect. Sofia’s text flashed, sharp and desperate: Parents furious about Jack situation. Can’t talk details. Come back soon. Missing you.

My little ghost was drowning again.

“Alright, my queens,” I said, the shift in my tone instantaneous— velvet turning to steel. “I need to get ready for a business meeting. But keep yourselves ready for my return.”

“Always,” they chorused, voices blending like a vow—Isabella’s purr, Janet’s rasp, Victoria’s cool reserve, Anya’s husk, Ortega’s edge.

“And Luna,” I called out, knowing she was huddled just off-camera, probably curled into herself like a wounded bird. “Stop hiding. You’re mine now. Embarrassment and all.”

A tiny, muffled “okay” drifted back from her end of the void.

I ended the call. Silence slammed down, thick and sudden. I turned to find Madison and Amanda staring at me, expressions caught somewhere between jaw-dropping awe and horrified fascination.

“Jesus Christ,” Amanda breathed, shaking her head so hard her hair whipped across her face. “That was like watching a goddamn harem management summit. Do you actually coordinate them?”

“Coordinate makes it sound like work,” I replied, stretching until the expensive leather creaked beneath me, feeling the enhanced muscles coil and shift. “It’s more like… quality harem satisfaction, and their trust and love for me and each other. Making sure everyone’s needs are being met.”

She was seeing them for the first time after I had told her earlier, only Sofia was missing.

Madison rolled her eyes so hard she probably saw her own brain. “Quality harem satisfaction? You make fucking sound like a goddamn customer service operation.”

“Premium customer service,” I corrected, letting a slow, arrogant grin spread. “Each woman gets personalized attention based on her specific requirements.”

“Requirements?” Amanda laughed, the sound sharp and disbelieving. “What is this, a fucking business plan?”

“Everything’s a business when you’re this good at it,” I said, absolute confidence radiating off me like heat. “Supply and demand. Market satisfaction. Customer retention. Basic economics, darling.”

“You’re insane,” Madison said, but the corners of her mouth were twitching upwards despite herself. “And that gallery meeting tonight…”

“…is going to be fucking legendary,” I finished, pushing myself up fluidly from the chair, feeling the power thrum in my veins. “Eight sexually frustrated women with too much money and too little time of sex satisfaction. Expensive wine. A private venue. And me walking in looking like sex incarnate I AM. What could possibly go wrong?”

“Everything,” Amanda said, dead serious. “Or everything could go very, very right.”

“With that many elite women in one room, all competing for my attention?” I moved toward the bedroom, each step radiating coiled readiness. “This isn’t going to be a wine tasting. It’s going to turn into an orgy worthy of the Greek gods. Aphrodite herself would take notes.”

Madison and Amanda exchanged a look loaded with disbelief and something else. Anticipation.

“And you’re ready for that?” Madison asked, one eyebrow arched.

“Baby,” I said, pausing at the bedroom door and throwing them a grin that was all teeth and promise. “I was born ready AND horny for that. Time to show the Appreciation Society exactly what they’ve been appreciating.”

The night ahead vibrated with potential, sharp and dangerous and utterly intoxicating. The night was about to get very, very interesting.

We spent the next hour getting ready for the gallery meeting. I went with the same mysterious aesthetic that had worked so well earlier — black everything, cape, mask. If you’re going to play the part of a supernatural entity collecting frustrated housewives, might as well lean into the theatrics.

Madison chose a dress that managed to be elegant and predatory simultaneously — the kind of outfit that said ‘I belong here but I could destroy this place if I wanted to.’

Amanda went with sophisticated seduction — a black dress that hugged every curve while maintaining just enough class for an art gallery setting.

“Ready to meet the Appreciation Society?” I asked as we headed for the door.

A/N: Next chapter will have the MC monologue and view of himself and how ready he was for his first orgy, it will be good but you can skip it if you want. But it will be good.