Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs Chapter 770 Doing it His Way

I t their eyes.

"But the idea of so guy fucking a toy version of ?" I shuddered. "The idea of my face, my voice, my body being used by n for sexual purposes? Of them getting off while imagining it's ? Of them—"

Another wave of nausea.

"Hard pass. Veto. Absolutely fucking not. I'd rather burn the entire company to the ground than let that happen. I'd rather never make a single dollar from this mission than know sowhere out there, so dude is using a Peter Carter sex toy."

ARIA's hologram made an exaggerated disgusted face.

[Ew!] Taboo said, and for once it didn't sound like mockery. Sounded genuine. [Master, don't worry. These toys embody you, which ans they're protected by system protocols. The mont a male attempts to purchase, activate, or use any Liberation product, it will not function. Period.]

So tension eased.

"Still that is not convicing enough."

[Better yet,] she continued, [for AI toys specifically, you can program self-destruct functions. Male detection triggers imdiate shutdown and mory wipe. The toy becos a very expensive brick. But honestly? That's redundant. The system will ensure that, that will NEVER happen. Not 'probably won't happen.' Not 'unlikely to happen.' NEVER. Impossible. The universe itself will prevent it.]

[As for how the system prevents this,] Taboo added, [you'll find detailed explanations in the new mansion.]

That was... reassuring.

And also made more curious about what the fuck was waiting in that mansion.

I wasn't arguing because I hated these missions.

No.

For the love of my won and whatever pervert cosmic entity designed this system—I loved these missions.

Pornstar Emperor? Sex toy mogul? Turning female sexual satisfaction into a literal industry where every orgasm generated wealth and power?

But how about we make the toys only for won, only won I can not reach. Like those so far away. It's not like I will fuck each woman in the world, but I might as well satisfy day and night with my toys.

That was exactly the kind of insane, ambitious, world-changing bullshit I'd embrace without hesitation.

I just wanted to make sure the details were airtight. That no loopholes existed. That this wouldn't backfire spectacularly.

But there was only one problem... it an no woman will ever have sex with any other male. I was actually starting to reconsider this other mission to only have the toys for won in my circle, or those I could access, the viewers, fans and actressees only. And that is to say, I wouldn't create my full form either!

The four won were still staring at .

"What are you thinking about?" Amanda asked, suspicious.

I laughed. Sat back down. "Nothing."

ARIA's hologram laughed even harder, spinning the toy models in the air above us.

"ARIA, I swear to God—"

"Master, just imagine it you—"

"ARIA," I warned.

She grinned. "Tsk. You're no fun."

But she stopped.

I pulled Reyna back between my legs, resud braiding her hair, let Priya and Amanda reclaim my arms.

Margaret was watching with this knowing look. Like she could tell sothing massive had just happened but was waiting for to explain when I was ready.

"Those missions," I said quietly. "Are fucking insane."

[They're also brilliant,] Taboo countered. [Liberation on an industrial scale. You won't just save individual won anymore, Master. You'll create systems, platforms, products that liberate thousands. Millions. Every woman who watches your content, uses your toys, experiences satisfaction through your empire—they'll generate SP. They'll spread the word. They'll beco part of the Liberation Church without even realizing it.]

ARIA's hologram settled beside , sitting cross-legged in midair.

"Plus," she added, "imagine the revenue. A porn site with exclusive content featuring you? Won would pay premium prices. A sex toy company that produces the most realistic, satisfying products on the market? That's a multi-billion dollar industry. You're not just building wealth, Master. You're building a sexual empire."

I let that sink in.

A sexual empire.

Peter Carter—forr virgin charity case doormat—running a porn studio and sex toy company that generated billions while liberating won globally.

The irony was poetic.

The ambition was staggering.

The potential was infinite.

But even if I did the population line that all won can have, buy and satisfy themselves with won't be... will never be in my form. The wise ones understand why!

"When do I get the full details?" I asked.

"After the mansion visit," Taboo said. "After you've settled current concerns. These missions require focus, strategy, and resources. Rush them, and you risk mistakes. Take your ti, plan properly, and you'll build sothing that lasts generations."

I nodded.

Looked at the won around . At Margaret, who'd survived hell and found peace here. At Amanda, who'd escaped a toxic future. At Priya, who'd chosen herself over expectations. At Reyna, who'd learned to trust and the fact that one single man can literally do anything for her. Anything she asks.

They were looking at like I was crazy.

Maybe I was.

But if I was going to be crazy, I might as well be legendary about it.

"ARIA," I said. "Save all mission details. Compile research on porn industry logistics, sex toy manufacturing, encryption protocols, and legal fraworks for adult content distribution."

"Already done, Master."

"And Taboo—schedule a full mission briefing after the mansion visit. I want every detail. Every requirent. Every potential problem and solution."

[Confird.]

I looked up at the night sky. At the drones patrolling. At the estate I'd built. At the empire I was creating.

Liberation Emperor.

It had a nice ring to it.

And if the system thought I was ready for missions this insane?

Then I was about to turn the adult entertainnt industry on its head and generate enough SP to make my current wealth look like pocket change.

Ti to beco a god in every sense of the word.

Starting with not making myself a product to everyone.

And yet... ending with every unsatisfied woman on Earth knowing my na.

"This is going to be interesting," I muttered.

ARIA's laughter echoed across the garden.

And the four won finally stopped asking questions and just accepted that their man was planning sothing absolutely insane.

Welco to the Liberation Empire.

Where gods beca industries.

And satisfaction beca currency.