Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 1035

Chapter 1035: The Edge of the World

Much as I wanted to bend Catherine and Dominique over that desk and fuck them into another three hours — hell, another three days — they were just as eager about the Ghost Mansion as everyone else.

After cleaning themselves and changing into fresh dresses which they’d apparently only worn the ruined ones to welcome me in the first place, like the thoughtful little offerings, we boarded the van and were off again.

Catherine’s fresh dress was simpler—black, fitted, understated in a way that let her new haircut do the talking. Dominique chose deep burgundy, her gold choker still proudly at her throat, the only survivor from the previous outfit.

They both settled into the van with the quiet satisfaction. Their sisters received them without comment — a few knowing looks, a smirk from Madison who could smell fresh sex the way dogs smell fear, and Amanda’s single raised eyebrow that communicated everything a full interrogation would have.

I didn’t mind not having them in the office. Not one bit. I knew for damn sure the Ghost Mansion night wasn’t going to end without an orgy or two anyway — probably more like four or five, knowing my women.

The anticipation would just make it sweeter. After all, what’s the point of being a god if you can’t make your women beg for round two?

The van took off through the LA night, carrying thirty-plus women toward something most of them had only heard about in whispered conversations and secondhand stories from Soo-Jin and Madison.

The two who had actually been there once and come back different in ways they couldn’t quite explain but couldn’t stop talking about either.

Mortals and their little legends.

The city thinned outside the windows. Suburbs gave way to stretches of dark. Streetlights grew sparse.

The ambient noise of LA — sirens, traffic, the low-frequency hum of ten million people existing simultaneously — faded until the only sound was the van’s engine and the soft murmur of thirty women talking, laughing, dozing against each other’s shoulders.

Margaret was asleep in her massage chair, looking far too peaceful for a woman carrying my child. Patricia sat beside her, reading something on her Quantum Watch, one hand resting protectively on her and Margaret’s belly.

Mom was in the row behind me now, talking quietly with Maria about hospital schedules and patient loads — two women who knew each other for so long and now found each other here, on common ground while I sat here pretending I wasn’t already planning how to ruin them both later.

Genevieve and Eziel had Maya between them, the three sharing headphones and watching something on a tablet that was making Maya laugh so hard her glasses kept sliding off.

Isabella had migrated to Anastasia’s corner and was asking questions about biotech research that Anastasia answered with the focused enthusiasm of a genius who’d finally found someone willing to engage with protein folding at midnight.

How adorable.

My harem, playing house while being ferried toward something far older and darker than any of them could truly comprehend. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

My women. In transit. Between one world and the next. How quaint.

Soon we reached the Chasm.

The gap between the world they knew and the world they were about to enter — the one I allowed them to glimpse.

The van pulled to a stop on the cliff where the known world simply... ended.

Where pavement gave way to nothing, where city lights faded into an expanse of darkness so complete it felt like looking into the space between stars.

The Chasm stretched out ahead of us — a void that had no business existing forty minutes outside a city, a place where geography became suggestion and reality bent around something that predated maps, gods, and my own considerably impressive ego.

The signs we’d passed on the way up were still there.

DEAD END. ROAD ENDS AHEAD. NO OUTLET.

PRIVATE PROPERTY—TURN BACK.

DANGER—CLIFF AHEAD. LAST WARNING.

Each one more desperate than the last, left by some poor fool who knew what waited at the end and wanted to spare others the discovery. How touching. How utterly pointless.

I stepped out first and my women followed, gathering at the edge in a cluster of evening gowns and travel clothes and confused little murmurs, staring out into the dark like lost lambs.

The wind came up from below — cold, old, carrying a scent that didn’t belong to any geography I’d studied.

Salt and stone and something deeper, something mineral and ancient that coated the inside of your nostrils and settled into your lungs like it intended to stay. The void below wasn’t just dark. It was active. Aware.

The same hungry emptiness that had once whispered jump to Soo-Jin the first time she stood here, the same pressure against the skull that felt less like vertigo and more like something vast taking notice of your insignificant presence.

A world I didn’t know much about but was sure as hell contained something beyond that empty space — something the mansion was built to guard or hide or keep from wandering into places it didn’t belong.

My best guess? The mansion and the Chasm itself were gatekeepers — sentries standing watch over whatever lay beyond the edge of the world I understood.

Or rather, their complete lack of them.

They weren’t surprised. Not like Soo-Jin and Madison had been when she they saw it — that wide-eyed, stumbling-backward, what-the-fuck-is-that shock of someone whose understanding of reality had just been grabbed by the throat and violently shaken.

Cute.

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