Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 629

Chapter 629: The Idea of Fantasy and Reality

Jasmine’s head snapped back to me, eyebrows rising like they’d just received revelations from the heavens. Her gaze dipped—just a flicker—to my crotch, then snapped back up, cheeks warming. "Yeah, we’re going to have a very long conversation about... several things. Including how you suddenly have money. Linda’s been giving me cliff-notes and none of them answer anything."

"Later," I said. "Right now, just... be here."

Linda stepped into the cluster, and Jasmine reeled her in without hesitation. For a moment, it was just us: the four-person nucleus that had survived everything, with Linda as the quiet gravitational pull keeping us from unraveling.

Scents curled together—vanilla, floral softness, milk-warmth, a hint of tension that felt almost electric.

"Thank you for coming," Linda whispered. "I know you’re busy. But I needed you here tonight."

"Wouldn’t have missed it." Jasmine wiped her eyes, the corners crinkling, her smile blooming full and familiar. "Seventeen. My nephew is seventeen. When did that happen?"

"Time," I said. "It’s got terrible time management skills."

She let out a laugh—bright, unrestrained, so unmistakably her that my chest tightened as if someone tugged strings there. She glanced back at the table, where twenty women heroically pretended they weren’t eavesdropping at maximum volume.

"So," she said, "are you going to introduce me to your... friends? Girlfriends? Collective? I’m picking up a very specific vibe and I require context."

I inhaled. "Jazz, what I’m about to say is going to sound insane—"

"Try me."

"—but those twenty women are my harem."

She blinked. Once. Twice. Then her laugh exploded like fireworks."Okay, good one. You almost sold it. Seriously though, who are they? Investors? Sponsors? Backup dancers?"

"No, I’m serious. They’re my women. All of them."

Jasmine laughed harder. Her chest bounced under the turtleneck, nipples stiff enough to pose a threat to passing air molecules. "Peter, come on. I was gone for a few months, not cryogenically frozen. I’m not that gullible."

She turned to Linda. "He’s joking. Please tell me he’s joking."

"He’s not joking," Linda said, smiling like she was unveiling a surprise exhibit. "It’s real. All of it." Only she wouldn’t even as a mother herself is my woman too.

Gods, who wouldn’t love my life! 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

"Real."

Jasmine’s laughter faltered into a stunned half-smile. Her eyes traced back to me, lingering briefly on my lips, throat, the line of my chest. "Like... what. You’re dating all of them? At once? And they’re all aware?"

"Yes."

"And they’re all... okay with it?"

"More than okay," Madison called from the table, raising her glass. "We call ourselves his harem."

Jasmine turned slowly, like she was in a horror movie and the ghost had politely tapped her shoulder. She looked at Madison, looked at me, and dissolved into another fit of laughter, hand splayed over her chest.

"Oh my god, you’re all committed to this bit. This is actually incredible. Is this a birthday prank? Are there hidden cameras? Is this for TikTok? Because this is some high-budget chaos."

"Jazz—"

"No, no, I love it. This is hilarious." She wiped at her eyes, fingers trembling just slightly, cheeks flushed a brilliant crimson from laughter, lips parting like she couldn’t decide whether to speak or keep gasping.

"So, what’s the real story? Did they help you make money? Are they part of some startup? Because something clearly happened here that explains the sudden wealth, and I’m guessing it involves these lovely women, but the harem thing—"

She dissolved into more giggles, shaking her head like she couldn’t even process the absurdity. "I’m sorry, I just... I can’t take it seriously. You’re seventeen."

"Today, yeah."

"And you expect me to believe you have twenty girlfriends?"

"Twenty‑three, actually, but three of them are secret."

She pressed her hands to her face, shoulders shaking with laughter, fingers trailing down to her collarbone as if she was physically trying to absorb the absurdity. "Oh my god. You’re doubling down. I love this. Okay, fine. Let’s say it’s real. How does that even work? Logistically? Emotionally? Do you have a schedule? A spreadsheet?"

Emma snorted.

"See? Even Emma thinks this is ridiculous."

I looked at Linda, who shrugged with the kind of calm smile that said this is actually happening. Madison tried not to laugh across the table.

She shrugged, eyes flicking back to me, hungry, confused, sparkling with disbelief. "Nice try though. Really committed performance from everyone."

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