Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs Chapter 32: Sex Ed by the Gods, SP Farming

Given the nature of this system—mysterious, cosmic, and sohow engineered by horny quantum logic—I know for a fact there have to be more ways to earn points. I can’t just sit around waiting for the interdinsional seduction gods to hand assignnts like I’m so underpaid RPG side character.

I open the interface again, expecting maybe a pop-up mission, or so vague, cryptic riddle about destiny and dildos.

What I get instead nearly gives an aneurysm.

[System Update: Intimacy Tier Rewards – SP Ranked List]

Basic Intimacy:

Kiss — 50 SP

French Kiss — 75 SP

Dry Humping — 110 SP

Manual Stimulation:

Handjob — 130 SP

Fingering — 130 SP

Oral Activities:

Blowjob — 180 SP

Cunnilingus — 190 SP (Requires patience and skill. Also, tongue endurance.)

69 (Mutual Oral) — 210 SP (Synchronization bonus: achieved.)

Penetrative Sex:

Vaginal Sex (Missionary/First Ti) — 250 SP

Vaginal Sex (Advanced Positions) — 270–300 SP (Bonus for variety, creativity, and flexibility.)

Anal Sex — 360 SP (High preparation, trust, and the emotional equivalent of a high wire act.)

Advanced/Kink Activities:

BDSM Light Play — 400 SP (Spanking, blindfolds, silk ropes—not duct tape, you monster.)

Choking/Breath Play — 430 SP (Dangerously hot, requires explicit trust. Do not improvise.)

Orgasm Denial/Control — 450 SP (ntal domination, delayed fireworks edition.)

Virginity — 470 SP (Must include psychological buildup and consent-focused seduction.)

Public Risk Play — 490 SP (Semi-public settings only. Don’t get arrested unless it’s roleplay.)

Fear/Obedience Fantasy — 510 SP (Dominate with presence. The mind is the true battlefield.)

Corruption Roleplay — 540 SP (Teacher/student, boss/intern, pastor/choir girl—you monster.)

BDSM Intense Dom/Sub — 580 SP (Chains. Commands. Power exchange. Safe words required.)

Premium Tier:

Emotional Sex (Love Awakening Mid-Act) — 630 SP (This one involves crying, probably.)

Sexual Worship/Full Submission — 700 SP (Total surrender—physical, emotional, spiritual.)

Cuckolding/Hot wife/Cheating Wife or Girlfriend Play — 1000 SP (Watchers welco. Psychological prep required.)

ETC

NOTE: SP Rewards can only be earned in Dark Lord Mode from this point forward!]

I stared at the screen, completely paralyzed.

Holy. F**king. Shit.

This isn’t a skill tree. It’s a nu. A cosmic combo al of sex, psychology, and sinful ambition. My brain tries to process the idea of earning six figures from a single night of... cuckolding. These are things I’ve only seen in the most intense porn videos and my wildest fantasies, and they’re all listed here like items on a restaurant nu. These are things I’ve only seen in the most intense porn videos and my wildest fantasies, and they’re all listed here like items on a restaurant nu.

Cuckolding.

$100,000 for having sex with soone’s partner while they watch. I could buy a Tesla, a small condo, and still have enough leftover for a year’s supply of premium lube and therapy.

If capitalism worked this way, Jeff Bezos would be a dominatrix.

Still, I scroll back down to the note.

Only in Dark Lord Mode. Regular Peter Carter, despite his enthusiastic performance last night, earned zero SP. None. Nada. Zilch.

I could make more money from one incredibly taboo encounter than most people make in several years. This is either the best job opportunity in human history or I’m having the most elaborate wet dream ever.

The supernatural gods are sticklers for formality.

"I literally lost my virginity yesterday," I mutter at the glowing list, "and you’re telling it doesn’t count because I wasn’t in cosplay?"

No offense to my past self, but I went full Olympic effort in that bathroom.

But then I notice the note at the bottom, and my excitent deflates slightly.

"Only in Dark Lord Mode." So all that stuff I did with Madison yesterday as regular Peter Carter didn’t count for points? The system is basically telling that only my enhanced form gets to earn the big money.

"You cheater," I mutter at the interface. "I literally lost my virginity yesterday and you’re telling it didn’t count because I was in the wrong form?"

Even the car makeout session and bathroom fooling around didn’t register because I was regular Peter instead of supernatural sex god Peter.

But honestly, I can’t complain too much. It hasn’t even been a full day since I discovered I had supernatural abilities, and I’ve got forever ahead of to explore this new reality.

Plus, now I know exactly how to optimize my point earning. Dark Lord Mode is where the real money gets made.

I look at the list again, my mind already racing with possibilities. So of these point values are absolutely insane. Public risk play for 490 SP? That’s almost $50,000 for having sex sowhere dangerous. BDSM intense play for 580 SP? That’s $58,000 for one kinky encounter.

I’m looking at a comprehensive guide to becoming the wealthiest teenager in Arica through supernatural sexual prowess. I can’t stay mad. Not when I now hold the cheat sheet to pleasure-based economic domination. Forget Elon Musk. I’m building a HaremCoin fortune off literal orgasms.

But I was familiar with systems, I know this limitation will co to pass.

With the combination of excitent and disbelief is making my head spin. This morning, I woke up as Peter Carter, slightly enhanced virgin with a secret. Now I’m looking at a system that could make richer than most adults while doing things I actually want to do anyway.

But honestly?

I reread the list. I can already see the strategies forming—pair acts for combo bonuses, alternate roles, string multi-scene scenarios for exponential SP generation. If I was a nerd about video gas, I’m about to beco a nerd about sexonomics.

The thought hits : this isn’t just a supernatural perk.

This is a career.

And one with sick health benefits, apparently.

I closed the interface, grabbed my backpack, and try not to let my future mogul grin scare the dog. I’ve barely been in this world 24 hours and I’m already planning moves like a hedge fund powered by lube and lingerie.

And then I rember—today is a school day.

Oh right. Algebra. Lockers. Awkward hallway eye contact.

Ti to go pretend I’m still a normal sixteen-year-old boy and not the universe’s chosen apostle of divine pleasure, with a girlfriend who might actually be too supportive and a system that rewards for making girls moan creatively.

Also: Madison said she has a surprise for after school.

My life officially defies every coming-of-age genre known to man.

Ti to walk the halls like Peter Carter. But think like the Dark Lord.

Let the sexonomics begin.