Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs Chapter 1032: The Last Two

These two had been transforming for weeks. My won were becoming sothing beyond human — defying age, defying biology, their bodies slowly evolving toward a standard that didn’t exist in nature.

And I’d missed it.

Missed it because I saw them every day and the changes were so incrental they registered as normal.

But a week apart had shattered the spell of familiarity, and now I stood in the doorway looking at two won who should have been aging and were instead becoming goddesses.

My brain was still trying to catch up with my eyes and failing miserably.

But I needed to reward them, these two had spent the last week running ridian Agency — Catherine restructuring the entire talent pipeline, Dominique managing client relations, both of them turning the modeling agency into the machine that was about to supply the faces for Paris Fashion Week.

They’d been pulling eighteen-hour days. Sleeping in this office. And they’d still found ti to dress like this for my arrival.

Which ant they’d planned it and chosen outfits that complented each other without matching — and the fact that they’d done it together, for , without a single word, landed sowhere deep in my chest and stayed there.

I stood in the doorway longer than I should have. Long enough for both of them to notice. Long enough for Catherine to raise one perfect eyebrow and Dominique to tilt her head with that small, knowing smile she wore when she caught staring and decided to let suffer.

I walked to Catherine first.

The mont I reached her, I didn’t just kiss her — I claid her mouth like a man reclaiming what was stolen from . My lips crashed against hers with fierce possession, tongue driving deep and dominant, tasting the thick, sweet remnants of my own cum still coating her tongue.

I held her jaw firmly in my hand, tilting her head exactly how I wanted, devouring her with slow, hungry strokes that left no doubt she was mine.

The shock of her skin nearly broke . Warm silk stretched over living marble — impossibly smooth, flawless, far too perfect for a woman who had conquered decades of the world.

My thumb dragged possessively across her cheekbone, feeling nothing but divine softness, like stroking warm water that had chosen to beco flesh just for . No resistance or imperfection.

Only perfection I had created.

She kissed back with that sharp Catherine precision, but I didn’t let her lead. I deepened the kiss further, tongue owning every inch of her mouth, sucking on hers with deliberate greed until she lted against , surrendering to my claim.

I pulled back only when I felt her breath tremble, then turned to Dominique with darker hunger.

This ti I took her slower... heavier... like a conqueror savoring his prize. My hand slid to the back of her neck, gripping firmly as I pulled her into and claid her mouth completely.

My lips sealed over hers with raw possession, tongue sliding in deep and unhurried, exploring and owning every soft inch like I was reminding her body who it answered to. Her hand rose to my jaw, but I caught it gently and pinned it against my chest instead, controlling the kiss completely while my tongue moved against hers in long, possessive strokes.

I slid my other palm down her bare arm and my fingers tightened with primal need. Baby-soft skin.

Impossible velvet on a powerful, mature woman — warm, yielding, so fucking supple it made my cock stir again.

This wasn’t the body I’d left behind.

This was an upgrade crafted by my seed, softened and perfected just for my hands, my mouth, my claim.

My seed. My DNA.

Remaking them. Slowly. Permanently. Beautifully.

Two won. Two kisses. Two completely different languages saying the exact sa thing: you took too long to get here.

I stepped back and held Catherine by the shoulders, turning her head gently side to side, studying the sharp new cut from every angle.

"Short hair looks incredible on you," I said.

She almost smiled. Almost. Catherine’s version of beaming.

I turned to Dominique. "Did you give her this idea?"

"I suggested it," Dominique said, leaning against the window fra with her arms crossed beneath her breasts in a way that pushed them up against the satin and made the little gold pendant swing. "She needed sothing new."

"She didn’t need anything. She was already—"

"If you say perfect I’m going to hit you," Catherine cut in. "I changed my hair because I wanted to. Not because anyone suggested or needed or—"

"Babe, I love it. I just said I love it."

"You said incredible. That’s not the sa as love."

"It’s higher than love."

"No it isn’t."

"In what ranking system is incredible lower than love?"

"In mine."

"Your ranking system is broken."

"My ranking system is going to build a fashion empire soti."

"Your ranking system also told you bangs were a good idea in 2019."

Dominique covered her mouth. Catherine’s eyes narrowed to dangerous slits. I was already grinning because the 2019 bangs were a wound that had never fully healed in Catherine’s personal history, and I’d just poked it in front of the one woman who’d been there to witness the original cri... it was pure luck I saw those pictures.

"We agreed," Catherine said slowly, voice dropping into the register that made interns cry, "to never speak of the bangs."

"I didn’t agree to anything. I wasn’t your man in 2019."

"You weren’t my man five minutes ago either and yet here you are having opinions about my hair."

"I complinted your hair!"

"You complinted it after interrogating its origin story like a detective at a cri scene."

Dominique was laughing now — silent, shoulders shaking, one hand still over her mouth, the other bracing against the window fra because Catherine and I going at each other was apparently the funniest thing she’d seen all week and she was trying very hard not to pick a side.

"For the record," Dominique managed when she could breathe again, "I told her she’d look stunning and she should do it and she’d feel powerful. That’s all I said."

"And what did she say?"

"She said ’I know.’"

I looked at Catherine. Catherine looked at . She shrugged. "I did know."

"Then why are we arguing?"

"Because you brought up the bangs."

"I apologize for the bangs."

"Apology insufficient."

"What do I need to do to make the bangs go away?"

"They already went away. In 2019. That’s the point."

Dominique had given up on composure entirely and was now sitting on the window ledge laughing openly, the white satin dress riding up her thigh, the gold pendant catching light as her body shook.

Only she knew how embarrassing that history was and how her boss hated it.

She looked at through tears of laughter and mouthed just stop talking with the desperation of soone watching a man dig his own grave with a shovel he kept insisting was a complint.

Catherine uncrossed her arms and stepped toward , closing the distance until her chest was pressed against mine, those dark lips inches from my mouth, the choker around her throat close enough that I could see my own reflection in the silver buckle.

"For a man who hasn’t seen his woman in over a week," she said, voice low and direct and aid like a blade, "and hasn’t seen Dominique in days — you sure have a lot more to say than to do to us."

Dominique’s laughter stopped. She looked at . Catherine looked at . Two won. Two sets of eyes.

One challenge delivered in perfect stereo.

I smiled.

"I have a better option."