Phei dismissed the notification.
Not with a wave—he was still lying down, still staring at nothing, still wearing his new emotional range of "vacant" to "slightly less vacant" like a man who’d just discovered existential dread ca with a complintary side of "why the fuck am I still breathing."
Just a ntal flick. Got it. Understood. Moving on.
The Taboo Multiplier chanics filed themselves away in whatever corner of his brain handled ga systems and compound interest calculations.
Useful information. Would matter later.
Didn’t matter now.
Next.
lissa, Sierra, and Maddie hadn’t moved from the doorway.
He felt their presence more than he heard them. The air in the room shifted around their combined anticipation, grew heavy with held breath and unasked questions.
Three won from three different Legacy families, each one powerful in her own right, each one connected to webs of influence that spanned generations—now united in their silent vigil over the boy on the bed.
Watching him like he was a bomb that might detonate.
Or a miracle that might evaporate.
Or—more likely—just another fucked-up Maxton charity case who’d sohow stumbled into powers that should’ve killed him on contact.
Phei couldn’t tell which, and couldn’t be bothered to care.
System. Next upgrade.
[Ding!]
[CUCKLORD’S DOMINANCE Lv.1]
[PASSIVE - ALWAYS ACTIVE]
Married/taken won feel 25% more attracted to you automatically n (especially partners of marked won) will experience inferiority complex in your presence Marked won will lose ALL interest in their partners sexually—they will find them completely inadequate in bed Marked won instinctively hide evidence of encounters with you]
That was level one. The foundation.
He’d had this one for a while now. The 25% attraction boost was nice. Passive, always running in the background like a computer process he’d forgotten to close. Every married woman, every taken woman, every woman who’d made promises to another man—all of them 25% more likely to look twice.
To linger.
To wonder what it’d feel like to trade their wedding ring for handcuffs and his na on their lips.
And the n? Their partners? They’d feel it too. That creeping inadequacy. That sense that sothing was wrong, that they were sohow less than they used to be, without ever understanding why or how. Like their dick had suddenly filed for unemploynt and forgotten to tell them.
His won losing sexual interest in their partners was particularly elegant. Not just attracted to Phei—actively repulsed by the alternative. Their husbands could do everything right, and it would still feel like eating cardboard after tasting a Michelin-starred al served on silk sheets by a man who knew exactly how to ruin them.
But that was level one.
[Ding!]
The chi ca again, progression absolute, natural as breathing.
[CUCKLORD’S DOMINANCE Lv.2]
[PASSIVE -
Married/taken won feel 40% more attracted to you automatically. n (especially partners of marked won) will experience intense inferiority complex in your presence; they may beco physically ill or avoid you entirely! Other won interested (not marked) in you instinctively hide evidence of encounters with you... they will now actively lie to protect their relationship with you.
Whereas Marked won would rather die than be with anyone else.
Note:Last effect on your won isn’t system related but a read of what your current won feel and won’t change or be influenced by the system or ability.]
The shift from level one to two was stark.
25% to 40%. A jump that didn’t sound massive on paper but ant everything in practice. Where before there had been a pull—a gentle suggestion, a quiet whisper of what if—now there was gravitational force.
The difference between noticing soone across a room and being unable to look away without feeling your panties spontaneously combust.
The effect on other n had evolved too. re inadequacy had beco sothing visceral. Sothing physical. They wouldn’t just feel lesser in his presence; they might actually get sick. Nausea. Cold sweats.
The desperate need to be anywhere else, do anything else, rather than stand in the sa space as the man who’d taken what was theirs and made it taste like betrayal every ti they tried to fuck their own wives.
And the won—
They weren’t passive participants anymore. They’d beco active co-conspirators. Not just hiding evidence instinctively but lying deliberately. Constructing alibis. Manufacturing explanations. Building entire architectures of deception to protect the thing they had with him.
"I was working late." "I was with my sister." "We’re just friends, honey—don’t be paranoid."
Smooth. Effortless. Delivered with the exact amount of sincerity required to make a man question his own sanity.
Their loyalty to their husbands, their partners, their promised n—all of it crumbling. Their loyalty to him solidifying into a shield of calculated deceit so thick even the best detectives in Paradise would choke on it.
The crimson stole around Phei’s neck seed to deepen in color, absorbing the new power like thirsty soil drinking rain. He could almost feel the threads of regret and satisfaction weaving tighter, a mantle of stolen intimacy settling heavier on his shoulders like a crown made of other n’s broken egos.
His mind, however, had already moved on.
Cataloging the changes with the passionate precision of a scholar examining a new species. Interesting, hot, beautiful and irresistible specin. Note the adaptations. File for later reference. Probably under "how to make grown n cry without touching them."
Next.
His Awareness had leveled too.
He’d gotten that one from Maddie—from taking her virginity while she was still technically dating Marcus Ashford. Level one had been simple enough:
[CUCKOLD’S AWARENESSLv.1]
Cucked males will sense your dominance instinctively.
This one made cucked n feel him. Sense his dominance, his superiority, without understanding why or how. They’d look at Phei and sothing in their hindbrain would scream that this was the man who’d taken sothing from them—even if they had no conscious knowledge, no evidence, no reason to suspect.
Harold had barely reacted to it or his other abilities.
Phei had almost thought the ability was broken until he’d realized the truth: Harold Maxton just had insane willpower. Decades of Legacy politics, of boardroom warfare, of maintaining composure while sharks circled. Even with Dominance Aura at Level 5, Cucklord’s Dominance and Cuckold’s Awareness stacking on top, the most Harold did was stare at Phei for a long, uncomfortable mont.
And then not be as much of a pain in the ass as usual.
Which, for Harold, was practically a standing ovation.
Guys like Danton, though? The Dominance Aura and other abilities worked perfectly on them. Renard, Brett and others had been avoiding Phei like he carried a disease—crossing to the other side of hallways, leaving rooms when Phei entered, refusing to make eye contact. The golden boy of Paradise Academy, reduced to scurrying like a cockroach when the lights ca on.
Delicious, that. If Phei could still taste things like satisfaction.
And Renard? The guy had literally turned and run from Phei in the hallway. Just—saw him coming, blanched white, and bolted in the opposite direction like Phei was carrying a knife.
Which, technically, he wasn’t.
Just sothing sharper.
But level two—how would that change things?
[Ding!]
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