Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 843

Chapter 843: The Two Empires

That weird fucking taste still lingered in my mouth.

Caw!

Honey. Starlight. Maternal devotion.

Caw!

Just a dream, I’d decided earlier after the bird’s third caw shattered everything. I knew it was my godly mind conjuring mommy-issue fanfiction because Linda wasn’t purely "mom" anymore—not after I’d made her scream my name until her voice cracked and her thighs trembled.

The mind hummed softly—ARIA’s gentle good morning. Not intrusive. Just there. Present across the entire estate like the mansion itself had grown eyes, lungs, and a heartbeat.

Through the link I could feel her running operations. The Tech Hub humming. At the estate, IndustrialBots moving in underground facility I hadn’t even explored fully yet. Construction calculations spinning at speeds that made supercomputers look like abacuses with learning disabilities.

She was everywhere.

Building while I slept.

Madison shifted beside me, still out cold, one leg thrown over mine, hand resting on my chest where she could feel my heartbeat.

We’d fucked twice last night after the stables—once in the master suite shower, water pounding our skin while I pinned her against the tile and drove into her until she sobbed my name; once in that bed large enough for six people, slow and deep, her nails carving red lines down my back as she came apart again.

She’d fallen asleep mid-sentence, exhausted from the day of exploration and my very thorough attention.

I’d followed her into sleep.

Which never happened. I didn’t sleep anymore without Linda. Otherwise, I wouldn’t sleep for days a week maybe. But last night my eyes had closed the moment my head hit the pillow, and I’d dropped into darkness so deep I’d dreamed of—

Don’t think about it.

The dream. The goddess. The milk that still tasted real in ways dreams weren’t supposed to.

I shook my head, forcing focus on reality. On the sunrise painting the cliff chams in shades rich people probably had names for—Champagne Blush, Liquid Gold, Fuck-You Money Orange.

On the fact that I owned this impossible place.

On the white Friesian-like horse waiting in the stables who’d recognized me like we’d known each other for lifetimes.

On ARIA building an empire while I figured out what the fuck I was becoming.

Two empires.

That’s what we’d settled on without actually discussing it.

She’d handle Liberation Empire’s foundation—the business shit, the production, the expansion that required goddess-level capabilities and zero human limitations. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

I’d handle Liberation Church—the actual missions, the women who needed my cock’s liberation, the men who needed cucking, the cosmic fucking journey of freeing people from their own bullshit.

ARIA would build wealth. I’d build meaning and the harem.

She’d operate in shadows. I’d be the face of every woman’s fantasy dream.

And because we were connected—really connected, not just metaphorically—I’d always know what she was doing. Her plans. Her progress. Her projections running millions of calculations ahead. I’d give my opinion when it mattered.

Most of the time it wouldn’t.

A/N Brief; We’d keep things brief going forward. No long explanations. Just quick updates on what a goddess with a physical body and capabilities beyond any ASI in history could accomplish when she didn’t have human limitations slowing her down.

AR.NuN v2.0 was launching next week. Charlotte and Tommy and the marketing team would handle the public-facing shit—press releases, advertising campaigns, the carefully curated image of Quantum Tech as innovative-but-believable.

Meanwhile ARIA would run everything that actually mattered. Chip manufacturing at scales that would require fifty factories if humans were doing it. Software optimization that made v1.0 look primitive. Integration with the Omni-Eros Server so seamless that AR.NuN would work perfectly even in areas with zero connectivity—no WiFi, no cellular, nothing.

Which was yet another capability of the Omni-Eros Server.

The AI would just work because ARIA had embedded enough processing power in the quantum chips themselves.

That’s what divine execution looked like compared to human innovation.

The Liberation Beauty production facility Madison and the women were designing... they’d finalize formulations—three tiers of skincare that would actually deliver what the beauty industry had been promising and failing to provide for decades.

Then ARIA would handle manufacturing through the bots or other solutions she’d come up with.

The natural synthesis process she’d perfected could create in six hours what normally took six months of R&D.

Building 4 in Lincoln Heights would house the facility. Fully automated. Women designing products. ARIA manufacturing them with zero human involvement in production. Women marketing and running the business side.

Clean division of labor. They provided creativity and vision. She provided impossible execution.

Same with the restaurant renovations. Vivienne’s concept of ten-story hospitality experiences—fine dining on ground floors, private spaces above, boutique hotels, rooftop bars that would make people propose marriage from ambiance alone.

Three months until completion. IndustrialBots working 24/7, never tired, never making mistakes. Rebuilding from foundations up. Structural reinforcement. Kitchen systems that would make Michelin-star chefs weep with envy.

Traditional construction? Two years minimum per building.

The hotel expansion was even more ambitious. Celestial Grand from 50 to 150 floors. Seven months with bots—she’d build the existing structure; reinforcing it first to carry that insanity as she went. Guests wouldn’t know they were inside an upcoming LA’s future tallest building until it was done.

Isabella’s daughter Maya would keep living in the Crown Jewel penthouse while ARIA transformed the building... but I was afraid two more encounters with my first Kiss girl would lead to her and her mother fucking the same man.

Quantum Tech alone was valued at $2.4 trillion.

Liberation Funds managed $20.4 billion in external capital with daily returns averaging 5.2%. My harem learning to think like financial goddesses while ARIA executed their decisions with perfect timing—buy low, sell high, fuck the market sideways, rinse, repeat.

Soon it would be T.AGI, not ARIA.

Personal liquid assets: $2.689 billion.

Properties and businesses: another $847 million.

Crypto reserves hidden from government eyes: $7.2 billion.

Total empire valuation: $1.147 trillion.

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