Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs Chapter 347: Voice-Fucked?

"But here’s what’s interesting," I said, my voice dropping just slightly—not quite seductive, but... intense. "All of these lawsuits? They could disappear. Today. Complete withdrawal with prejudice, aning they can never be refiled."

{There’s sothing in his voice... not flirtation exactly, but sothing that makes want to lean closer, to agree to anything he says. Christ, what is wrong with ?}

"You’re proposing a settlent?" Sable asked carefully.

"No." I smiled—just a ghost of one. "I’m proposing a partnership. Quantum Tech needs dia coverage for today’s auction of five major tech companies and the next projects, we need the dia powerhouse, advertising machine gun. Rivera Next dia needs to rehabilitate its image and prove it wasn’t complicit in Antonio’s sches. Imagine if all four entities—Quantum Tech, Harvard, Stanford, and Rivera—issued a joint statent about the fact that Antonio acted alone, that the Rivera family were victims of his betrayal."

Sable’s breathing had gone shallow. "That would require the universities to—"

"I hold the subpoena rights," I said simply. "Harvard and Stanford already sold them to for a nice profit. They’d be happy to participate in a joint statent that makes them look like responsible institutions protecting academic integrity while supporting legitimate business."

ARIA’s voice whispered in my mind: "Master, you’re literally seducing her with corporate strategy. You’re such a hypocrite after claiming this wasn’t about sex."

I ignored her, focusing on Sable.

"You’re leveraging your advantage," Sable said slowly. "This sounds like a threat dressed up as partnership."

"You’re right," I admitted, surprising her. "It does sound like that. But look past the leverage for a mont. See what real partnership could bring."

I leaned back, letting my words hang in the air like smoke. "A few billion in lawsuits? That would only graze the Rivera empire. You could eat that loss and keep moving—wounded, but alive. The lawsuits themselves an nothing to you in the long run."

Sable’s eyes narrowed slightly, caught between suspicion and intrigue.

"But imagine," I continued, my voice taking on an almost hypnotic quality without aning to, "if instead of spending months or years rebuilding your reputation, fighting depositions, managing PR disasters—imagine if by end of business today, Rivera Next dia erges as the heroic family who exposed their own son-in-law’s betrayal. The dia empire that chose integrity, morality and righteousness over family loyalty."

{The way he paints the picture... I can see it. And God help , I want it. Not just the business victory—I want to be part of whatever ga he’s playing.}

"Your cleanup tiline goes from years to hours," I said. "Your stock price, which dropped 19% since yesterday, rebounds by market close. Your advertisers, who are currently ’reassessing their partnerships,’ suddenly see you as the trustworthy option again."

"And in exchange?" Sable asked, though we both knew the answer.

"Rivera Next dia becos Quantum Tech’s exclusive dia partner. You get first access to every innovation, every breakthrough, every announcent. The tech story of the century, and you own it."

She was quiet for a long mont, studying with those storm-cloud eyes.

"You saw this coming," she said finally. "The arrests, the lawsuits, the opportunity. You positioned yourself to capitalize on our crisis."

"I saw a man destroying his family for personal gain," I corrected. "And I positioned myself to offer that family a way out. The fact that it benefits too? That’s just good business."

Instead of making seem untrustworthy, I could see sothing shift in her expression. This wasn’t predatory opportunism—this was chess. And she respected the ga.

{He’s dangerous. Not physically—though God knows he could probably break in half with that bulging cock I can see—but ntally. He’s three steps ahead of everyone, including us. A real player who capitalizes on disadvantages before advantages. That should terrify as much as I am terrified of that cock in my small, lonely pussy. Instead... }

"What if I told you there was more?" I asked, watching her reaction carefully. "Evidence that not only clears the family na but identifies who else was involved in Antonio’s sches?"

Sable went very still. "You have evidence of co-conspirators?"

"ARIA," I said to my phone, "show the network analysis."

New charts appeared, showing connections between Antonio and various dia figures, politicians, even so board mbers from other companies.

"Antonio wasn’t working alone," I said. "He was part of a larger network using Rivera’s resources and reputation for their own gains. With this information, you don’t just clear your na—you beco the heroes who exposed corruption in your own industry and clear your empire off pests trying to leech off you."

{This isn’t disinterest... this is control. Real control. Cold. Precise. Fucking terrifying... and it’s making wetter than I’ve been in years. }

I pulled out a second phone—a burner—and slid it across the table. "Everything’s on there. Antonio’s offshore accounts, the shell companies, the bribes to the accusers, the communication trails proving the Rivera family knew nothing, and the identities of his real partners. My gift to you, regardless of what you decide." There was too the money I did not steal from him as well as his assets that I could take like his crypto.

Sable stared at the phone like it might explode. "Why would you—"

"Because I know what it’s like to watch your family get destroyed by soone else’s greed who’s not even family," I said, and for the first ti, I let real emotion creep into my voice. "And because I believe in creating value, not just extracting it."

ARIA chid in my head: "Master, that last line was absolutely layered with seduction. You turned corporate philosophy into foreplay. I’m actually impressed."

Sable picked up the phone with trembling fingers. "This is... significant."

"It’s just the beginning," I said. "Imagine what we could accomplish as actual partners. Not just in dia coverage, but in shaping the narrative of the next technological revolution. Rivera and Quantum Tech, presenting the future to the world."

She stood slowly, smoothing her dress again—a nervous gesture that made her seem suddenly younger, more vulnerable.

"The Empress will need to review all of this," she said carefully. "The evidence, the proposal, everything."

"Of course. Take all the ti you need." I stood as well, matching her movent. "But Sable?"

She paused, looking back at .

"When she reviews it, make sure she understands—this isn’t about the money. The $4.5 billion ans nothing to , just like it ans nothing to Rivera in the long run. This is about sothing bigger. It’s about choosing the right side of history."

{The way he says my na... like he’s already claid . Like I’m already his. And the worst part? I want to be. I want his dick in my mouth, my pussssy and my other hole. I want him to lay down and fuck senseless.}

"I’ll make sure she understands," Sable said, her voice barely above a whisper.

After she left, I walked to the window, looking out at the manicured gardens. ARIA materialized in my vision, her digital form draped across a virtual version of the couch.

"So, Master," she purred, "still claiming this isn’t about seduction?"

"It’s about business," I said firmly.

"Right. That’s why you voice-fucked her with talk about ’creating value’ and ’real partnership.’ That’s why you made her practically orgasm over litigation strategy. Face it—you can’t help yourself. You could make reading a grocery list sound like an invitation to the bedroom."

"The entire Rivera family board is probably watching through that cara," I pointed out.

"And according to their biotrics, all of those who were secretly watching with the Empress are showing elevated arousal levels. You’re not just playing corporate chess—you’re making them all want to be your pawns."

I didn’t respond, because honestly? She might have been right. The predator in , enhanced by the Lust Incarnate transformation, turned everything into a hunt. Even corporate negotiations.

Especially corporate negotiations.

I settled back into the velvet chair, preparing for whatever ca next. The burner phone I’d given Sable contained everything I’d promised—and a bit more. A tracking program that would show exactly who she shared it with, when, and from where. Not malicious, just... insurance.

The real ga was just beginning, and everyone in this house was about to learn what real partnership ant—whether they realized they were agreeing to more than just business or not.