Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs Chapter 747 Miracles

Madison bit her lip. That specific nervous energy of soone about to present sothing big. Sothing they'd worked on. Sothing they believed in but weren't sure how I'd react.

"So... I have an idea. A really big idea. And I need your approval before I can move forward."

I settled back on the bench, both won pressed against , golden hour light fading into evening twilight. The estate stretched out around us—perfect grass, distant trees, that massive tallic door to the underground drone facility barely visible in the growing darkness.

"I'm listening."

Madison smiled and pulled up her Quantum Watch, holographic display materializing between us. Soft blue light cutting through the twilight.

"Okay. So. Sothing happened while you were with Reyna for those two days."

She swiped through the interface, pulling up dical data, photos, tistamps.

"Sofia developed this sudden skin rash. Just appeared out of nowhere—angry red welts all over her arms and neck. Itching like crazy. She was scratching herself raw and we had no idea what caused it. No allergies we knew about. Nothing she'd eaten or touched that was different from normal."

The holographic images showed Sofia's skin covered in raised, inflad patches. Looked painful as fuck. The kind of thing that would send most people straight to the ER.

"It hurt her badly," Madison continued. "She was crying, scratching until she bled, leaving marks. We were panicking, trying to figure out what triggered it, about to take her to the hospital when a Hobot just... appeared."

Vivienne picked up the story. "It didn't ask permission. Didn't wait for instructions. Just approached her imdiately, extended its sensors, and scanned her—more detailed than the watch readings, full spectrum analysis of her skin, blood chemistry, cellular response, everything."

"And then it disappeared," Madison said. "Just glided away without explanation. We thought maybe it was reporting to ARIA, getting instructions, sothing. We kept trying to help Sofia but nothing worked. Ice packs didn't help. Antihistamines didn't touch it. She was miserable."

"Thirty minutes later," Vivienne said, "it ca back."

Madison pulled up images of a small glass container. Simple design, elegant. Clear substance inside that looked almost luminescent, catching light like liquid diamonds.

"The Hobot had made this cream. From scratch. In thirty minutes."

She zood in on the molecular analysis data that appeared next to the image.

"Natural compounds. Synthesized from plants. So were ingredients we already had—aloe vera, chamomile, lavender from the kitchen. Others were plants from the forest. The Hobot had identified exactly what Sofia needed, gone out and harvested the materials, processed them, synthesized them into a topical treatnt."

"We were skeptical as fuck," Vivienne admitted. "I an, a robot made dicine from plants in our kitchen and random forest vegetation? But Sofia was desperate. The itching was driving her insane. So she said fuck it and applied it."

Madison's eyes were bright with excitent now. Wonder and disbelief still written across her face even though she'd already seen it happen.

"The mont it touched her skin? Gone. Completely fucking gone. The rash, the inflammation, the itching—vanished in literally one second. Like it had never existed."

She pulled up the after photos.

Sofia's skin looked perfect. Flawless. No redness, no welts, no inflammation.

"And the scratches she'd made?" Madison zood in. "The scars from the welts? The damage from scratching herself raw? Not a single visible mark remained. Her skin looked like nothing had ever happened."

I stared at the before-and-after images.

Complete transformation. Instant healing.

And I knew exactly who was responsible.

"ARIA," I said quietly.

"Guilty," her voice ca through my earpiece, smug as fuck. "I may have added so dical synthesis capabilities to the Hobots without ntioning it. Natural compound analysis, botanical chemistry, ergency dical response protocols, cellular regeneration algorithms. You know, just in case soone needed it."

I chuckled despite myself.

Of course she had.

This was pure ARIA—anticipating needs I hadn't even thought of, building solutions before problems appeared, turning the Hobots into sothing far more capable than just dostic servants or construction workers.

She'd made them into dical synthesizers.

"The solution wasn't chemical," I said. "ARIA programd the Hobots to analyze biological needs at the cellular level and create treatnts from organic compounds. No synthetic drugs, no harsh chemicals, no side effects—just nature optimized through advanced chemistry that's decades ahead of anything pharmaceutical companies can do."

Madison nodded enthusiastically. "Exactly. And that's when we realized sothing."

She pulled up more data. Research. Testing. Results.

"If the Hobots could do that—synthesize dical treatnts from natural materials in thirty minutes—what else could they make?"

"So we experinted," Vivienne said. "Started asking questions. Testing limits. And we made a decision."

"All of us," Madison clarified. "Every woman in the house. We agreed unanimously."

"We abandoned all our makeup," Vivienne said. "All our skincare products. Everything we'd been using—even the expensive shit, the luxury brands that cost hundreds per bottle—we stopped."

"Cold turkey," Madison added. "Threw it all out."

"And started relying entirely on products the Hobots made," Vivienne finished.

I raised an eyebrow. "All of you?"

"All of us. Even your mom. Linda Carter agreed to try what the robots made."

That was significant. Mom wasn't the type to experint with her skincare routine. She'd been using the sa brands for years, trusted it and she mostly used simple makeup.

"And?" I asked.

Vivienne held up her arm, skin catching the last of the twilight. "Look at this. Really look."

I did.

Her skin was... Perfect didn't begin to cover it.

Not just clear or healthy. A complexion that made professional beauty ads look amateur. Luminous without makeup. Smooth without filters. That specific glow that ca from genuine cellular health rather than coverage or editing.

"My skin tone changed," Vivienne said, pointing to her forearm, comparing it to her inner arm. "Beca lighter, more even. But not artificially—not bleached or chemically altered. Naturally. Like my skin was being restored to its optimal genetic state. What I would've looked like if I'd never had sun damage or environntal stress or aging."

"And the texture?" She took my hand and pressed it against her forearm. "Feel it."

I did.

It felt like touching silk. Smooth beyond description. Soft as a child's skin but sohow more resilient, more alive. No roughness, no imperfections, no dry patches, no signs of age or damage.

Just... perfect.

"It's not just superficial," Madison jumped in, pulling up more holographic data. Chemical breakdowns. Cellular analysis. Before-and-after microscopy.

"The Hobots create treatnts that work at the cellular level. Antioxidants that actually repair oxidative stress instead of just protecting against it. Compounds that stimulate natural collagen production—not injections, not fillers, actual cellular regeneration. Anti-inflammatories that prevent aging at the source by reducing chronic inflammation that causes tissue breakdown."

"My wrinkles disappeared," Vivienne said, pointing to her eyes and forehead where laugh lines and age lines should have been. "Not because of Botox or surgery or fillers. Because my skin is actually regenerating. Healing. The collagen matrix is being rebuilt from within. I'm literally becoming younger."

"Emma's acne vanished overnight," Madison continued, pulling up more examples from her watch. Photos of Emma before and after. "She'd been struggling with it for years. Tried everything—dermatologists, prescriptions, expensive treatnts. Nothing worked long-term. Two days using Hobot products? Completely clear. And it hasn't co back."

Yeah, my sisters has skin issues at tis.

"Sarah's skin sensitivity," Vivienne added. "As you know she used to react to everything—fragrances, chemicals, even so natural ingredients. Constant redness and irritation. Now? Completely gone. Her skin barrier has been repaired at the cellular level. She can use anything without reactions."

"Janet's sun damage," Madison said, showing more photos. "Years of not wearing sunscreen. Age spots, uneven pigntation, premature aging. Two weeks using Hobot treatnts? Spots fading. Pigntation evening out. Her skin looks twenty years younger."

She pulled up photos.

"That's two," Madison emphasized. "Imagine what six months would do. A year."

I sat back, processing.

"You're telling ," I said slowly, "that the Hobots are making beauty products that reverse aging."

"Not just beauty products," Madison corrected. "dical-grade treatnts disguised as beauty products. They're not covering problems—they're solving them. Healing damage, reversing aging, optimizing cellular function."

"ARIA," I said.

"Master," her voice purred through my earpiece, and I could hear the smile in it. "Imagine. Just imagine if you put these into mass production."

I didn't need to imagine.

I could see it imdiately.

Beauty industry: $500 billion globally.

Skincare alone: $150 billion.

Anti-aging products: $60 billion and growing every year.

And all of it—every single fucking dollar—was built on lies.

Expensive creams that did nothing asurable. Procedures that required needles and pain and monthly maintenance. Treatnts that covered symptoms without addressing causes. Products that promised miracles and delivered marketing.

The entire industry was a scam. A beautiful, profitable scam that sold hope in expensive bottles.

But this?

Natural synthesis. Cellular regeneration. Actual results that were visible, asurable, and permanent.

This would obliterate the beauty industry overnight.

Make every other product obsolete.

Make billions of won desperate for access to sothing that actually fucking worked.

"Every woman who sees the results on others will demand it," Vivienne said. "They'll see Vivienne's skin. And they'll want it. Need it. Be willing to pay anything for products that deliver real results instead of empty promises."

"Exactly," Madison said. "And we control it all. The formulations. The production technology. The distribution. The Hobots can make it. We have the capability right now."