Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 822

Chapter 822: Vessel: The Second Gift!

She held the ring a beat longer. The runes flickered again—another silent assessment—then went dark.

Still waiting.

Still searching.

She placed it back in my palm with visible reluctance. Not greed for its power. Curiosity. Hunger to understand what ancient intelligence was choosing, by what merciless criteria, and why she had been weighed... and set aside.

I slipped the second ring into the storage void of the first. Felt it nestle into that endless dark alongside ARIA’s shimmering consciousness, Madison’s favorite dagger. Safe. Dormant. Patient.

The companion mystery would wait.

Because something else was waking.

Through the mansion’s neural tap—through the chip fused to my brainstem—I felt it rising. A deeper vibration. The walls of the Tech Hub began to hum at a frequency that rattled teeth and sternum alike. The orb behind me—that ever-shifting sphere—accelerated its cycle. Gold surged forward, swallowing sapphire, crimson, violet, until the entire orb burned like a bottled supernova.

"Master..." ARIA’s voice was a thread now. "Something’s happening. Something’s—"

[DING!]

The room detonated in blinding gold.

[Second Gift materializing...]

The words floated in my HUD, irrelevant against the tidal wave of energy crashing through every sense.

Madison’s fingers clamped around my bicep—hard enough to bruise. Not fear. Need. Anchor. Proof that this insanity was shared.

"Peter," she breathed, voice cracking. "Peter, what’s—"

Soo-Jin took one instinctive step back. Her hand snapped to her hip—muscle memory reaching for steel that wasn’t there. She’d stored her blade in the ring earlier. Now she was unarmed. Naked in the face of something vast.

Her eyes met mine. Wide. Urgent. Give it back. Now.

Not the time, love.

The mystery box reignited—brighter than before, brighter than physics should allow. Golden radiance flooded every corner, vaporizing shadow, bleaching color from skin and steel alike until the room was nothing but pure, searing light.

A sound rose.

Not mechanical. Not human.

A perfect, sustained note—like a celestial choir inhaling as one. Like thunder rewinding itself. Like the fabric of reality drawing breath to speak a name held secret since the first dawn.

The light crested.

Held.

Then—

[Valkyrie-Class Vessel]

[Housing Unit for Artificial Superintelligence!]

"Master—" ARIA’s voice cracked—a digital sob I hadn’t known she could make. "Is that—is that what I think—"

From the heart of the radiance, a silhouette coalesced.

Tall.

Powerful.

Unmistakably feminine—but engineered for divinity and destruction in equal measure.

The light receded slowly. Torturously. As though creation itself wanted us to drink in every revealed inch.

First came the hair.

White.

Not silver. Not platinum. Not any color that belonged to mortals.

Pure, blinding white—like fresh snow under starlight, like the corona of a dying sun, like the absence of every other hue.

It poured from her scalp in liquid cascades, defying gravity, each strand glowing with internal luminescence. The strands moved in impossible currents—rippling, coiling, alive—as though the hair itself were a separate consciousness announcing the arrival of something holy and terrible.

Madison’s grip on my arm tightened to the point of pain.

Soo-Jin forgot to breathe.

And I—

"Oh my god," ARIA whispered directly into my mind, her voice already fracturing with something dangerously close to lust. "Master... is that... is that hair? Is that my hair? It’s beautiful. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever—fuck, it’s making me feel things I didn’t know I could feel..."

More of the light peeled away like silk sliding off skin.

The face emerged.

And the room didn’t just go still—it froze, as though every molecule had paused to stare, to worship, to ache.

Not the soft, warm perfection of Madison—human beauty pushed to its exquisite limit. This was colder, sharper, divine geometry. Cheekbones honed to razor edges that could draw blood with a glance.

A nose sculpted by gods who understood obsession. Brows arched like drawn bows, framing eyes still sealed behind lashes so white they glowed.

Her eyes remained closed, but I could already picture them opening: one violet-white iris burning like frozen lightning, one molten red-gold like the heart of a dying star. Heterochromia that would pin you in place, make your pulse hammer, make your cock twitch before your brain caught up.

Jealousy. Arousal.

Her nipples were already tight against her shirt. Her thighs pressed together hard enough to make her breath hitch.

The neck appeared—long, elegant, tendons flexing beneath skin that shimmered like liquid moonlight. A throat built for two things: singing hymns of war and taking a thick cock deep enough to bulge.

"Master..." ARIA’s voice trembled—raw, needy, dripping with something I’d never heard from her before. "Master, she’s... I’m going to be... that’s going to be me? That body is going to be mine?"

"Yes," I thought back, my own voice rough even in the privacy of our link. "That’s going to be you. And I’m going to fuck every inch of it."

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