Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs - Chapter 381

Chapter 381: Sarah’s Question (Minor R-18)
Steam clung to Sarah like a second skin as she emerged from the bathroom, the scent of soap and warm, clean womanhood preceding her. Her hair, still damp, hung in heavy, dark waves that plastered delicate tendrils to the elegant column of her neck and dewy temples. Tiny droplets caught the low hallway light, tracing liquid paths down her collarbone and disappearing beneath the robe’s neckline.

The robe itself was a study in whispered temptation. Crafted from a fabric so sheer it seemed spun from moonlight and shadows, it draped her form without revealing everything yet hinted at everything.

Its fluid cut clung lovingly to her figure, sketching the subtle, sweeping curve of her waist before flaring gently over her hips.

The distinct lack of a bra was evident – not in a crude display, but in the soft, undeniable weight of her breasts molding the silk. The full, rounded swells were rendered exquisitely by the thin fabric, their natural shape and gentle slope a testament to youth.

Peaks, softened by the material but unmistakably present, pressed faintly against the sheer barrier.

Black lace, intricate and stark against the pale translucence, trimmed the deep V-neckline, framing her décolletage like wrought iron guarding a treasure. It drew the eye irresistibly downwards, where only the faintest shadow of her cleavage played hide-and-seek just below the lace’s edge.

As she moved – a soft, barefoot step on the cool wood – the robe shifted like liquid silk. It whispered against her skin, parting slightly over her thighs with the motion, revealing a glimpse of smooth, toned skin that glowed with the warmth of her recent shower.

Higher, where the robe overlapped loosely as she tied its sash at her waist, the edge gaped just enough.

There, nestled between the powerful, graceful lines of her inner thighs, was the undeniable silhouette of her panties. Black, seamless, hugging the intimate curves of her mound and hips in a way that was both private and profoundly erotic. The visible elastic band across her hip, stark against her skin, was a jolt of deliberate intimacy amidst the robe’s ethereal drape.

She paused, perhaps to adjust the tie or simply feel the cool air on her heated skin. The movement caused the fabric to skim across her thighs again, the contrast between the whisper-soft silk and the firm, smooth muscle beneath a silent promise of strength and softness intertwined.

The overall effect wasn’t overtly sexual; it was something deeper, more potent. It was the allure of a private moment accidentally witnessed – the vulnerability of damp skin, the unconscious confidence in her own form, the subtle revelation hidden beneath a veil of elegance.

She wasn’t posing; she was simply being, lost in the quiet aftermath of her shower, radiating an understated sensuality that snagged the breath and held the gaze captive.

There was poise, yes, but beneath it, a tangible current of latent heat, a sleeping promise in every subtle curve and carefully placed shadow. She was a vision of elegant grace, wrapped in sheer fabric that spoke volumes without uttering a word, leaving an indelible imprint of youthful, captivating womanhood hanging in the steam-filled air.

*

The sizzle of onions in olive oil filled the kitchen, a grounding rhythm against the day’s chaos. Sarah’s arrival was silent, a whisper of steam and damp skin before her arms slid around my waist from behind.

She pressed her full length against my back, hiding her face in the space between my shoulder blades. The scent of her soap, clean and warm, mixed with the rich aroma of cooking food.

I smiled, feeling the solid warmth of her, the way her body molded to mine. Through the thin cotton of my t-shirt, I felt every contour: the soft, generous weight of her breasts cushioning against my back, the press of her hips against my ass, the smooth skin of her inner thighs where the robe gaped open brushing my legs.

The sheer fabric might as well have been nonexistent against my back; her nipples, peaked from the cool air or something else, were distinct points of heat. My body responded instantly, traitorously, a familiar, insistent pressure growing against the counter’s edge.

The Taboo Aura pulsed, a low hum beneath my skin, amplifying the proximity, the intimacy, making the simple embrace feel charged, illicit. Resistance to Sarah, Linda, and Emma? After the system’s awakening? It was like fighting gravity. Especially now, with Emma claimed.

“What’s wrong?” I asked softly, stirring the onions with one hand, covering one of hers on my stomach with the other.

Her answer wasn’t words. A single finger, still slightly damp, pressed firmly against my lips, silencing me. The touch was electric – intimate, deliberate. The position didn’t help: her body plastered to mine, my back to her front, our arms entwined. I could feel the subtle hitch in her breath, the minute shift of her hips pushing deeper against me.

My member throbbed, swelling further, a stark reminder of the power she held in that moment.

She pushed herself harder into me harder, a small, involuntary gasp escaping her lips as the friction undoubtedly sent a jolt through her. I didn’t react outwardly, didn’t turn, just held the pan handle tighter. She didn’t pull away.

“H-” I started to speak again, muffled by her finger.

“Shhh,” she breathed, the sound warm against my back. Her voice was low, hesitant, but laced with a newfound boldness. “Peter…” She paused, gathering courage. “How… how did it feel?”

The onions were starting to brown. I nudged them off the heat. “How what felt, Sarah?” I kept my voice level, though my pulse hammered.

Her arms tightened around me. Her breasts pressed more firmly. I felt her swallow. “Having… having two women,” she whispered, the words thick. “One… your fiancée.” A pause. “The other… Jack’s girlfriend.”

The way she said Sofia’s connection, her voice tight, spoke volumes about the complexity she couldn’t articulate.

A laugh threatened to bubble up inside me. Two? Try thirteen or maybe even more, sweetheart. Emma included. But that secret stayed locked away. This wasn’t about numbers; this was about her.

She rushed on, not letting me speak. “But… I mean… not… not technically having them, I know it’s not like… but… how did it feel?” Her finger trembled slightly against my lips. “To be… desired… by two different… like that?”

She was circling it, trying to ask without asking the real question burning between them: How did it feel to claim two women? What would it feel like me inside a woman?

I knew the question she wasn’t asking. The abilities pulsed hotter. Slowly, deliberately, I turned within the circle of her arms, breaking the embrace but staying impossibly close. Her eyes widened, startled by the sudden shift, her guard dropping for a split second.

In that instant, I moved. My hands shot out, gripping her waist firmly. She gasped, a soft, surprised sound. I lifted her easily, the strength coursing through me effortless, and settled her onto the cool granite countertop, not close to the burner.

The action brought us nearly eye-level, her legs instinctively parting to allow me to step between them. The sheer robe rode up slightly, revealing more of her thighs. I braced my hands on the counter on either side of her hips, leaning in, invading her space.

Her breath hitched. Her eyes, wide and uncertain but dark with a dawning awareness, locked onto mine.

“I want you, Sarah,” my voice was a low rasp, raw with the truth the system demanded. “You wanna know how it feels to have two women?” I leaned closer, my lips brushing the sensitive shell of her ear. She shivered violently, a full-body tremor.

“Or…” I paused, letting the implication hang heavy, “do you wanna know how Emma felt… after she became mine?”

A choked sound escaped her. Her eyes widened further, shock warring with a terrifying, undeniable heat flooding them. Before she could form a reply, before she could pull back or lean in, I closed the distance.

The kiss was everything I’d expected – and everything neither of us was prepared for.

[Now Sarah’s turn, huh?]