Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs - Chapter 360

Chapter 360: The Taboo System
The first sensation was lightness. Not gentle relief, but the terrifying absence of substance. Peter’s eyelids fluttered open to the familiar velvet gloom of his childhood bedroom at his mother’s mansion—darkness so profound it could have been midnight or mid-eclipse. He lay still, cataloging his own body. It felt… hollowed out. Unmoored. Not the pleasant buoyancy of his Eros form, but the eerie weightlessness of a soul untethered from flesh.

Every nerve ending hummed with a low, electric thrum, registering the shift of air currents against his skin with hyperhuman precision. This wasn’t him. This was something wearing his skin like borrowed armor.

Hospital. His first rational thought. Given Linda Carter’s penchant for panic rooms and private physicians, he should’ve woken up blinking under sterile fluorescents, wired to machines that screamed catastrophe.

Instead: silence. Just the low hum of the mansion’s climate control and the frantic, distant thump of his own heartbeat. He reached up, fingers brushing his ears. Gone. The quantum earbuds. His wrist: bare. The watch conduit to ARIA, severed. Tommy’s doing, or his mother’s hysterical triage. Effective isolation.

“ARIA?” He projected the thought into the void where her voice should resonate. Silence. Deeper than absence. A vacuum. The white space of the Dark Lord Seduction System remained stubbornly sealed. Its cryptic promise echoed: Last time. Last visit. They hadn’t lied.

“System.” He shaped the word silently in his mind. Still nothing. No blue text. No omnipresent hum. Just the terrifying quiet of his own consciousness amplified. He’d expected to wake inside the system, not alone in his own reconfigured skull.

The contradiction struck him like ice water: he’d awakened a system… yet stood outside it. Anomaly? Evolution? Cosmic mistake?

Another system. The concept was absurd. A glitch in the narrative logic of his own life. Yet here he was: Peter Carter, walking cosmic glitch, existing at the intersection of infinite power and profound isolation.

He replayed the DLSS’s gifts in his mind—the impossible knowledge, the metamorphic beauty of Eros, the billions conjured from chaos, the women trembling at his touch. He’d tapped a fraction of its depths. A fraction.

Ever since then his life had changed—he had women, he was the most beautiful man alive, he had money in the billions, had just made his best friend a millionaire (granted, he didn’t know how much Tommy had made, but definitely millions), had a partnership with a big tech company he’d just saved, and he hadn’t touched any of his other capabilities, not even a quarter fraction.

And now this? Not a replacement. Something like having the big, major mothership that gave birth to another ship—maybe a little more less overpowered to the mother ship but definitely not at all weak. The Dark Lord Seduction System hadn’t been replaced; it had birthed something within its own limitless architecture.

A mothership deploying a predator drone.

But why now? The question started to form, then he cut himself off. Fuck the questions. This was exactly the kind of gift and upgrade he would accept rather than waste time asking useless questions. The system had been nothing but good to him,

“Taboo System.” The name surfaced, unbidden. Intuitively correct. The forbidden fruit of the tree of Liberation. He focused his will, shaping the thought like a blade. “Taboo System, manifest.”

[DING! Taboo System online! Good day our, Lovely Master. I am the Taboo System…]

The voice didn’t come from speakers or implants. It poured directly into his synapses—a sound that was pure sensation. Dark honey dripping down the spine. Velvet wrapped around barbed wire. The sultry purr of a succubus queen whispering confessions in a cathedral, laced with an innocent, girlish warmth that defied its inherent danger. It bypassed his ears and settled behind his eyes.

And she was calling him Master, not Host like Dark Lord Seduction did. And she’d said “our Master,” not “my Master”—which meant both systems were working together? Or, were there more?

A wry, humorless smile touched Peter’s lips. “Taboo System,” he murmured, the sound dry in his throat. “Were you the queen of some infernal pleasure pit before this? That voice… it should be illegal on seven planes of existence even the seven circles of Hell.”

[Hmph! I am better… thanks for the compliment, Master!] The voice rippled with theatrical offense and genuine warmth. A living paradox.

“Taboo,” he thought, the mental voice steady despite the tremor in his soul. “Explain yourself. Your purpose. Your limits. Everything.”

[Taboo System is designed by the Dark Lord Seduction System to aid our Master on the cosmic journey of women’s liberation…] The voice paused, stretching the silence like taut wire. The anticipation was a physical pressure in his skull. […But the Taboo System specializes in the Taboo Journey.]

The air in the room thickened. The low electric thrum beneath his skin intensified, vibrating in tune with the system’s voice. She wasn’t just speaking; she was unveiling.

[MILFs. Cougars. Daughters. Step-relations. Forbidden power dynamics. The sacred bonds society deems too dangerous to break.] Each concept pulsed through him like a second heartbeat—raw, electric, terrifyingly potent. [Liberation isn’t only about breaking gilded cages, Master. It’s about shattering the stained-glass windows of taboo.]

A chilling realization crystallized. “Taboo,” he whispered into the silence of his mind. “The Dark Lord Seduction System… is it shy about calling me Master?”

[Yes, Master. Dark is shy, and she—]

[TABOO SYSTEM!]

Golden light flooded Peter’s vision—not gentle, but blinding. Text burned itself onto his retinas, stark and absolute, silencing Taboo’s mid-sentence. The force of it felt like a physical slap, a cosmic veto delivered with parental sternness. The DLSS wasn’t just speaking. It was asserting dominance over its vocal offspring.

Peter burst into soundless laughter within his own mind. A genuine, disbelieving convulsion of mirth. Shy. The entity capable of rewriting neural pathways and granting infinite power was shy about calling him Master. The sheer, absurd paradox was intoxicating.

“Oh, Dark,” he projected, the laughter warm in his mental voice. “You’re such a cutie!”

[Plea ability revoked. Ho— Mas— Host penalized!] The golden text flickered, a frantic digital stammer. The slip—a single, precious “Master”—exposed before being violently clawed back. The Plea ability—his power to hear women’s deepest sexual desires and fantasies—vanished instantly, leaving a phantom ache where its comfort once resided. This made him laugh even harder. She’d called him Master by mistake.

“Okay, my bad. Give my ability back, you cutie.” He chuckled. Of course, Dark Lord Seduction didn’t restore it, but…

[Do not fret, Master.] Taboo’s voice flowed back, a soothing, dark balm. The succubus-queen timbre softened with something almost… affectionate. A little sister reassuring her revered brother. [The Taboo System possesses the Plea function natively. Having two wouldn’t have made it any more powerful anyway.]

Peter’s internal smile widened. “So cute Dark only took what you can replace… isn’t she adorable, Taboo?” Dark Seduction did not penalize him, she only took Plea away since the ability was the same with Taboo’s and having two would be of no use.

Taboo giggled like the little cutie she was. The sound was impossible—a chimera of innocent delight and smoldering promise that vibrated in Peter’s teeth. “Yes, Master. Adorable.”

The moment passed, leaving Peter floating in the charged darkness of his room and his own expanding consciousness. The lightness remained, now charged with purpose. The systems were silent—DLSS stern and withdrawn, Taboo attentive and dangerous in her adoration. The path ahead crackled with illicit energy.

“Alright, Taboo,” Peter projected, his mental blade sharp again, honed by anticipation. “Show me. Every detail. Every ability. Every forbidden door you’ve just unlocked.”

The question wasn’t just a request. It was a declaration. The darkness of the room pressed in, no longer comforting, but alive. Waiting. The Taboo System hummed in response, a predator purring before the feast. The details, when they came, would be more than information.

They would be prophecy.