Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs - Chapter 350

Chapter 350: Mind-Fucks
Madison smiled, that dangerous smile that meant chaos was incoming. “Oh, not long. But when you know, you know. Right, baby?” She looked at me with dark eyes that promised murder if I didn’t take the bait.

“Right,” I agreed, feeling ARIA laughing somewhere in the neural pathways of my brain. “When you know, you know.”

Ms. Chen studied us both, her almond eyes—sharp as broken glass—scanning my face, then Madison’s designer everything, then doing the math in her head: our ages, my sudden wealth, the diamond on Madison’s finger, the cut of her clothes.

I watched the exact moment the calculations clicked—several conclusions flashing in her eyes, probably 60% accurate, 40% still shrouded in mystery.

“Well,” she said, her voice diplomatically smooth, masking whatever fire she’d just calculated, “young love is beautiful. Tommy’s father and I met when we were sixteen.”

Tommy groaned, a sound like tearing cardboard. “Mom, please don’t—”

“He was skinny as a chopstick,” she continued, blatantly ignoring him, her voice turning nostalgic. “Couldn’t grow facial hair until he was twenty-three. But he could code like Mozart could compose. Still couldn’t cook to save his life, but he made me laugh then.”‘

“MOM.” Tommy’s voice cracked.

“What? Peter’s family. He should know these things.” She turned those dangerous almond eyes on me—liquid obsidian that promised either wisdom or disembowelment, probably both. “Take care of Madison, Peter.” Her voice dropped, like honey laced with cyanide. “Beautiful girls with sharp minds are rare. Don’t be stupid.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I managed, forcing my eyeballs to stay locked on her face instead of drifting south like magnets drawn to the two enormous disasters.

Focus, you depraved fuck. This is Tommy’s mom. The woman who taught you chopsticks and held your hair when you puked up cheap sushi at age nine.

But fuck; if she didn’t look carved from sin, capable of dismantling a man’s life with her bare hands and making him beg for the privilege.

Sarah finally spoke, voice cutting through the hormonal haze like a laser. “Mrs. Chen, would you like to see around the new house? Peter bought this for mother… this palace.”

“It’s not a palace,” I protested, weakly. “It’s just… a large house. With multiple wings. And a pool. And servant quarters, but—”

“Peter,” Mom barked from the kitchen, whisker striking bowl like a gavel—”stop being fucking modest. You bought me a palace and I’m going to be bragging about it to everyone at the hospital until they strangle me with their stethoscopes.”

Hello, language, lady.

Ms. Chen looked at me, her expression a churning mix of pride, concern, and something colder—calculation. “You’ve grown up so fast, Peter. It feels like yesterday you and Tommy were stealing my good keyboards to build that ridiculous computer.”

“It wasn’t ridiculous!” Tommy protested, voice strained. “It ran Crysis!”

“On lowest settings,” I added helpfully, the ghost of a smirk playing on my lips.

“Shut up,” Tommy retaliated, waving a dismissive hand. “It was 2019! Everything sucked ass at running Crysis!”

Emma let out a tiny laugh—barely a breath, a fragile sound like breaking glass. Tommy heard it. His whole face ignited like sunlight hitting gunpowder, but miraculously, his survival instincts kept his mouth shut. Smart kid.

Madison’s hand found mine under the table—squeezing gently. An anchor. A reminder that despite the familial minefield, the emotional carnage, the uncomfortable fucking boner twisting my gut, and my sister’s trauma—we were building something.

Something real. Solid.

Even if that something included me trying not to notice how Ms. Chen’s silk dress rode up slightly when she crossed her legs—revealing thighs that didn’t just suggest strength, they promised it. Thighs that could probably crush watermelons or snap steel cable. Jesus weeping Christ, Peter. Get your fucking shit together.

“ARIA,” I thought desperately, feeling sweat bead at my temples, “help me you sadistic digital ghost.”

Her voice purred directly into my neural pathways, amusement dripping like honeyed venom: “Master, you’re aroused by your best friend’s mother while your girlfriend holds your hand and your traumatized sister has a breakdown. This is peak degeneracy even for you.”

“Just… I don’t know, cause a distraction? Anything!”

“Very well,” ARIA purred, satisfaction thick in her tone.”Initiating ‘Tommy’s Mom Is Dangerously Hot’ protocol.”

My phone buzzed suddenly, a jolting vibration against my leg.

“Oh shit!” I blurted, checking the screen. “The API auction starts in ninety minutes. Tommy, you need to GO.”

Tommy scrambled up like he’d been tasered, eyes wide.

“FUCK! The presentation slides haven’t even been finalized—Mom, WE HAVE TO GO!”

Ms. Chen rose with lethal grace, the silk dress flowing like liquid obsidian down her form. “Of course. Peter, thank you again. For everything.”

She hugged me.

For three seconds, I was enveloped in silk, jasmine, warmth, and something else—a low, maddening undertone that made my lizard brain scream CONFLICT and THIRST in the same heartbeat.

Her lips brushed my ear. The whisper was silk-covered sandpaper: “Take care of him. He’s all I have too.”

And damn near tore my own throat out trying not to say “Yes, Mom.”

When she pulled away, her eyes held mine for a moment longer than necessary.

Knowledge swam in those dark depths. Understanding. Maybe even a hint of… approval?

“Tommy’s mom, huh?” Madison said quietly as Ms. Chen retreated, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

“Shut up.”

“I’m not judging,” Madison purred, leaning into me. “She’s gorgeous. I’d probably—”

“Madison, I swear to God—”

She laughed, pulling me down for a quick, hard kiss. “Relax, baby. Your secret’s safe with me. But maybe take a cold shower before they notice the hungry guy trying to burst through your zipper?”

Charlotte snorted. “Definitely a cold shower. You look like you’re about to explode.”

Even Emma managed a tiny, ghost of a smile. “Gross.”

Mom poked her head out of the kitchen, spatula held high. “What’s gross?”

“Nothing!” I blurted, voice cracking.

“We’re talking about… Tommy’s code! Very gross! Spaghetti everywhere! Digital spaghetti!”

Mom studied us all suspiciously, eyes narrowed like a hawk, but let it go with a grunt.

“Dinner’s at six. Don’t be late. And Peter?”

“Yeah, Mom?”

“I’m proud of you,” she said, her voice suddenly thick, eyes getting misty. “For helping Tommy. For taking care of family. You’re a good boy.”

“Mom…”

“Now go make your friend rich and stop ogling his mother,” she whispered, a wicked grin twisting her lips, ensuring Ms. Chen didn’t hear.

“MOM!”

She cackled, disappearing back into the kitchen—the sound like breaking glass shards.

Madison patted my arm sympathetically. “Come on, tiger let’s go make Tommy a millionaire. Then you can work through your mommy issues in therapy like a normal person.”

“I don’t have mommy issues!” I protested loudly, knowing full well Tommy and his mother were outside the front door now and safely out of earshot.

Charlotte, Madison, and Emma all shared a look— identical arrows of disbelief, amusement, and pure fuck-you-Peter synchronicity.

“Okay, maybe I have small mommy issues,” I conceded, the words tasting like ash.

Another look—deeper, more scornful.

“Fine! Significant mommy issues! Happy? Ecstatic? Can we go now?”

“Ecstatic,” Madison purred, the sound dripping with sarcasm and promise of retribution later tonight if I kept digging my own grave. “Let’s go. Before Tommy hyperventilates and Ms. Chen comes back to comfort him in that dress and you spontaneously combust on the driveway.”

I groaned, the sound wrenched from deep in my chest, and stomped towards the door, feeling like I was marching to my own execution.

Just another fucking day in the Carter- Chen extended universe of familial landmines, dangerous attractions, and full-blown psychotic dysfunction masquerading as domestic bliss.

At least the API auction would be simple.

Right?