Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs Chapter 56: Teacher’s Kinky, Way to Endless Money

I erupted into laughter so fucking loud that Mom actually yelled from the kitchen like I was having so kind of breakdown.

"Peter, what’s so damn funny up there?"

"Nothing, just... TikTok!" I yelled back, wiping tears from my eyes because I was laughing so hard my stomach hurt.

If only she knew I was laughing about becoming the sexual ssiah for California’s most frustrated housewives. That’s so next-level irony that would probably give her a heart attack.

After getting back from Madison’s Range Rover adventure—where my girlfriend basically turned into a sex-addicted demon who couldn’t keep her hands off —I went straight to my room and found exactly what I’d been waiting for. The alert notification was blinking like a Christmas tree.

Mrs. Isabella Rodriguez had finally turned on her laptop. Ti to see what gets my sexually frustrated teacher all hot and bothered.

My heart was actually racing a little as I slipped into her system like a digital ghost. This felt wrong and exciting at the sa ti, like I was about to see sothing I definitely wasn’t supposed to see.

And holy fuck, her browsing history was better than premium Pornhub. This woman was absolutely starving for so decent dick, and her search history proved it with the desperation of soone who’d been living on scraps for years.

Jesus Christ, she’s been married to a guy who probably finishes faster than a McDonald’s drive-through, and she’s losing her goddamn mind.

Her porn searches were all about strangers fucking housewives, and she was obsessed with plumber-and-housewife scenarios. The irony was beautiful—she wasn’t even into teacher-student porn, which ant she got enough of that awkward reality at school and wanted sothing completely different at ho.

"But plumbers? That’s my fucking golden ticket to salvation central."

I could feel all the system knowledge stirring in my brain like so kind of digital deity awakening, and for a second it was overwhelming. All this information flowing through , telling exactly how to be what she needed.

IT mastery, plumbing expertise, electrical work—I could roleplay as any profession these desperate housewives dread about. The system literally had made into their perfect fantasy.

Isabella’s family situation was laughably simple. Two kids who disappeared for technical classes every weekend, and a husband who was only ho Wednesdays and Sundays because he worked so bullshit traveling sales job.

Tomorrow was Friday, which ant Saturday she’d be completely alone and ripe for liberation. Perfect timing.

Operation: Save Mrs. Rodriguez From Sexual diocrity was officially a go, and I was getting nervous and excited in equal asure.

And trust , after four years of sexual frustration, this woman is going to lose her fucking mind when she ets soone who actually knows what the hell he’s doing.

"Peter, dinner!" Sarah called from downstairs like she was summoning to so kind of family tribunal.

*

We sat around our beat-up dining table eating leftovers that tasted like depression mixed with good intentions, until Mom launched into the conversation I’d been dreading since forever.

"So, honey," she began with that voice that ant serious fucking business, "what do you actually want to do with your life? For real this ti?"

’Here we fucking go with the career expectations speech. And I can’t exactly tell her I’m planning to beco a supernatural sex worker for frustrated won and housewives.’

Everyone at ho—hell, everyone at Lincoln High—knew I was absolutely unmatched when it ca to computers and technology. What none of these people understood was that I’d transcended basic human limitations entirely.

They think I’m just so computer nerd who’s good with code. They have zero clue what I’ve actually beco. I’m not just a hacker anymore. I’m not so programr or software engineer or any other bullshit title they teach in college courses that cost more than our car.

’With the knowledge flowing through my veins right now, I’ve evolved into sothing that shouldn’t exist.’

’I am a fucking Digital God.’

I can start simple—JavaScript, Python, basic network shit that any decent coder could handle. I could trace data packets while half-asleep and write exploits faster than Connor Hayes could post cringe TikToks. But when the system touched , when it downloaded the source code of digital reality itself, it didn’t just give skills.

’It gave the power to rewrite the fucking universe. At least the digital parts of it.’

Every blockchain ledger? I can read them backwards, forwards, and sideways like they’re children’s books written in crayon. I don’t just mine cryptocurrency—I can rewrite the fundantal mathematics that make blockchain possible. I can bypass consensus protocols, create verified transactions that never actually happened, or erase real ones from supposedly "immutable" history.

’Your Bitcoin portfolio? It can beco a ghost story if I decide I don’t like you.’

Artificial Intelligence? Please. I can hijack neural networks while they’re actively processing data. I can slip into machine learning pipelines, completely rewrite decision and rules and regulations trees while the AI is running, and make it believe its original programming was always to worship as its digital overlord.

’I can take anyone’s voice samples and create deepfakes so perfect that their own mothers would believe the lies I make them say.’

The power is intoxicating and terrifying at the sa ti. Sotis I catch myself thinking about what I could do to people who’ve pissed off, and I have to actively remind myself not to beco so kind of digital supervillain.

’Because with great power cos the great temptation to fuck with everyone who’s ever made your life miserable.’

I stayed quiet for a mont, watching Mom chew her food with that hopeful expression that ant she was desperately praying I had actual career plans instead of just being Madison’s expensive boy toy.

If only this woman knew her "talented son" was actually a supernatural entity designed to sexually liberate every frustrated woman in California.

"I’m just going to keep studying and maybe get a part-ti job until college," I said, putting on my best responsible-student voice. "Then hopefully land sothing at a major tech company."

That was my original life plan before I beca a cosmic sex deity, but now it would be like Einstein working at a fucking McDonald’s.

Emma looked up from scrolling through Instagram with a smirk that scread trouble. "If I had Peter’s computer skills, I’d be rich as hell by now. Kid’s sitting on a goldmine and acting like he doesn’t know it."

Everyone knew what she ant—dark web hacking, cryptocurrency manipulation, blockchain, corporate espionage. All the illegal shit that could make serious money if you didn’t mind destroying lives in the process.

"Peter," Mom said with that stern voice that ant business, "I’ve told you a thousand tis—no shady internet business. No dark web stuff, no hacking for money, no cryptocurrency sches. That’s not the kind of man I raised you to be."

The guilt hit like a punch to the gut because she was right. She’d raised to be better than that, and here I was planning to use supernatural abilities to seduce married won.

But technically, I’m helping them. Right. Right?

Sarah jumped in like she always did, defending with the loyalty of a ride-or-die sister. "Mom, you’re literally locking away his talent! Peter’s skills are insane, and there are legitimate companies that would throw crazy money at him without any sketchy bullshit involved."

Sarah always had my back, even when she had no clue what she was actually defending.

"There are people making bank with blockchain technology right now," Sarah continued, getting more animated like she always did when she was passionate about sothing. "My friend just got hired at this huge company because of her cryptocurrency expertise."

Mom looked confused as hell. "What exactly is blockchain?"

Ti for Computer Science 101 with Professor Peter.

I launched into a simplified explanation—distributed ledgers, decentralized systems, cryptocurrency mining, smart contracts. Basic shit that most people couldn’t wrap their heads around, but I tried to make it sound less intimidating than it actually was.

Mom nodded along like she was following, but I could see her getting lost in the technical jargon almost imdiately.

"So who is this friend of yours?" Mom asked Sarah when I finished.

Sarah’s expression shifted, and she looked away like soone had just brought up a painful breakup.

"Oh, this is about to get fucking interesting."