Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs Chapter 704 Aunt Jasmine's Decision

"They choose freedom." I let that sink in. "Freedom from pretending they don't want things society says they shouldn't. Freedom from guilt over desires that don't fit neat little boxes—like begging their nephew to breed them.

"Freedom to be exactly who they are without apology, to spread their legs and take what they crave without being shackled down by anything. Freedom to go as wild as they want to. The freedom to say no to whatever they want to say to without facing consequences for it."

Her hand ca up—hesitated in the space between us, trembling—then settled on my chest. Palm flat over my heart. Feeling it beat, hard and steady. Her fingers curled slightly, nails scraping my skin.

"And what do you get?"

"Everything I want." I covered her hand with mine, held it there, my thumb brushing her wrist where her pulse thundered. "Without having to lie about wanting it. Without forcing. Just taking what's offered.

"BUT ABOVE ALL... Jamine I get to be loved by the most incredible won, trusted by them, I get the precious of them choosing to be my won over anyone else. I get to call those Goddesses mine. The power and sex the cos with that is just a bonus of them choosing the boy who did not deserve them. The boy they created into a god he is now! It's because of them I am like this... I am this!"

"That's—" She struggled for words, her other hand drifting lower, fingers brushing the hem of her shirt, inching it up to reveal the curve of her hip. "That's either the most honest thing I've ever heard or the most manipulative."

"It can be both." I smiled in the darkness. "Most true things are. It depends on your view really."

She was trembling now. Small shakes that started in her hand and radiated outward, her thighs clenching, a soft whimper escaping as she fought the urge to grind against my leg.

"I'm your aunt."

"Technically."

"Your mother would never forgive ."

"My mother doesn't need to know." Until we three share the bed together.

"This is insane."

"You keep saying that." I stepped back, let her hand fall. Put distance between us that felt more dangerous than proximity, my cock throbbing visibly now. "But you keep coming back anyway, pussy dripping, nipples hard, ready to be my woman."

She wrapped her arms around herself—not cold, just needing sothing to hold onto that wasn't , but her hands betrayed her, one slipping under her shirt to cup her breast, pinching her nipple with a gasp.

"I have a life, Peter. A career I worked so much to build. A dream I turned into a reality. Now all in my grasp. I can't just—" She gestured helplessly. "I can't be part of this. Part of your... constellation. Part of the won harem."

I like my aunt, although consud by desire to fuck , she's still a realist.

"I'm not asking you to be." I leaned against my desk, casual, giving her space, but my eyes raked over her body, lingering on the wet spot forming on the inside of her thigh. "I'm just answering your question. You wanted to understand how this works. Now you do."

"That's it? That's all you have to say?"

"What else do you want to say?" I tilted my head, genuinely curious. "That I want you? You already know that—know I want to bend you over right now, shove my cock down your throat while Madison sleeps. That I could have you if I pushed? We both know that too, know you'd spread your legs and beg for it. That I'm not going to push because I don't need to? Because you'll co crawling back, pussy aching for your nephew's cum? Or that against all reason... I want you as one of my precious won?

"Jasmine! You know all these things and more that I do not have to read your thoughts to know you want all those!"

She flinched like I'd slapped her, but her hand moved faster under her shirt, a soft moan escaping.

"You ca to my room at three in the morning, to reject ," I continued, voice still quiet, still careful not to wake Madison. "When you could've waited until morning. Could've texted. Could've pulled aside after dinner. But you ca here. Now. When my girlfriend was asleep beside . When the house was dark and quiet and no one would know. Barely dressed, no panties, dripping for a taste."

"You're—" Her voice cracked. "You're really not going to make this easier, are you?"

"Why would I?" I smiled without humor. "You don't want easy. If you wanted easy, you'd have stayed in your room. You want to know what happens when you stop pretending you don't want this—don't want your nephew's cock splitting you open."

"And what happens?"

"Whatever you choose." I pushed off the desk, moved past her toward the door. Opened it. The hallway light spilled in—dim, just enough to see by, illuminating the wet trails on her inner thighs. "You can leave. Go back to your room. Pretend this conversation never happened. Or—"

I stopped. Let the silence fill in what I wasn't saying, the air thick with her scent, her need.

"Or what?" she whispered, her fingers now openly circling her clit under the shirt, hips rocking subtly.

"Or you can stay." I looked back at her, let her see exactly what that ant in my eyes—fucking her raw, making her scream, filling her until she leaked. "And tomorrow morning, we'll talk about what you actually want instead of what you think you're supposed to want. About how you'll beg to breed you like the filthy aunt you desire to be."

The offer hung between us like a dare, her moans soft in the quiet.

Madison stirred again—a mumble in her sleep that sounded like my na. The reminder that I wasn't alone. That the woman who knew all my secrets slept three feet away and wouldn't be surprised by any of this if she woke up.

Jasmine's eyes went to the bed. To Madison. Back to , her fingers moving faster, breath hitching.

"She knows," I confird. "She always knows. That's part of the deal."

"How?" Jasmine's voice was almost inaudible. "How is she okay with this? With wanting to fuck you while she sleeps?"

"Because she knows I'm hers." Simple. True. "All of them are mine. But I'm hers first. That's the hierarchy. That's the promise. And I never break my promises."

I waited. Gave her ti to process. Ti to choose. Her orgasm building, thighs shaking.

The seconds stretched. Her hand reached for the door fra. Gripped it like an anchor, knuckles white as she ca silently, biting her lip to stifle the cry, juices dripping down her leg.

Then she stepped backward. Into the hallway. Away from the room and everything it represented, still trembling from her release.

"I can't," she breathed. "Not yet. Not like this."

"Not yet," I agreed. "But eventually."

She shook her head—denial that looked more like surrender. "You're so sure."

"I am." I smiled. Slow. Certain. "Because you're already thinking about tomorrow morning. About that conversation. About what you'll say when you stop running from what you want—from spreading for your nephew."

Her eyes widened. Caught.

"Goodnight, Aunt Jasmine." I started closing the door. "Sleep well."

"Peter—"

"Tomorrow," I said softly. "We'll talk tomorrow." If she stayed, she'll make a rush decision and end up with my cock in her. I did not want rush but sane decision.

The door clicked shut.

I stood there in the darkness for a mont, listening to her footsteps retreat down the hallway. Quiet. Careful. The sound of soone who'd co to a precipice and decided—for now—not to jump. But her scent lingered, her moans echoed.

I returned to bed. Slipped under the covers. Madison imdiately curled into , her arm finding its way back across my chest like she'd never let go, her pussy wet against my thigh now, like she'd dread it all.

"She left," Madison murmured, not quite awake but not quite asleep either, grinding subtly against .

"You heard?"

"Mmm." A sleepy smile curved her lips. "You handled it well. Didn't push. Let her choose. Let her co on her own fingers thinking about you."

"You're not upset?"

"About your aunt wanting you? Wanting to ride her nephew's cock?" She laughed softly, the sound muffled against my shoulder, her hand sliding down to stroke through the boxers. "Baby, I'd be more surprised if she didn't. You're kind of irresistible. It's annoying. Now fuck back to sleep."

I smiled despite myself. "I am going to fuck you back to sleep."

"Will she co back?"

"Eventually."

"Good." Madison pressed a kiss to my chest, already drifting off again, her hand still lazily stroking. "I like her. She'll fit well. She'll beg beautifully."

I lay there in the darkness, Madison's warmth against my side, the scent of Jasmine's nervousness and release still lingering in the air.

Tomorrow would be interesting. But for now, I closed my eyes and let sleep co. The hunt could wait. Patience was, after all, just another form of power.

And I had nothing but ti.