Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 941

Chapter 941: Negotiating With a small Tyrant

The scene at the airport pickup area looked less like a family trip and more like a small-scale evacuation operation.

Soo-Jin and Eziel were systematically loading an absolutely ridiculous amount of shopping bags, boxes, and wrapped packages into a cargo van that had appeared like magic—because ARIA had obviously coordinated the whole operation with her usual terrifying efficiency.

Peter stood there watching the chaos unfold, arms crossed, one eyebrow raised in that expression that said I know exactly what happened here and I’m choosing not to murder anyone about it.

Yet.

Eziel was directing the loading process with the precision of a military quartermaster. "Careful with that one—it’s the Barbie Dreamhouse. The deluxe edition."

"There are non-deluxe editions?" Soo-Jin asked, hefting another massive box.

"Apparently. But those are for peasants." Eziel brushed imaginary dust off her hands. "My goddaughter only gets the best."

"She’s been your goddaughter for three days," Peter pointed out.

Eziel shrugged, completely unrepentant. "I work fast. Also, I have millions burning a hole in my account and a desperate need to prove I’m the favorite aunt. Luna’s already plotting her counter-offensive, I can feel it."

Luna didn’t even deny it. "I’ve got twelve Amazon Prime tabs open on my phone right now."

Peter sighed. This was his life now. Grown women competing for her affection through increasingly elaborate bribery campaigns.

Rory, for her part, was living for this chaos.

She bounced between the bags and boxes like a caffeinated pinball, pointing at things with the enthusiasm of a tiny dictator reviewing her conquests. "That’s my new art set! And my science kit! And my princess castle! And my—OH! The HUGE teddy bear!"

The teddy bear in question was approximately the size of a small car.

"How is that even going to fit in her room?" Peter asked nobody in particular.

"It’s not," Reyna said cheerfully from where she was leaning against their actual transportation vehicle. "It’s going in your room. As a monument to Eziel’s guilt spending and your complete inability to say no to that kid."

She wasn’t wrong.

Rory had never been this excited in her years of existence. Peter could see it in every movement—the way she kept touching things to make sure they were real, the way her smile hadn’t dimmed even slightly in the past hour, the way she kept looking at him like he’d personally hung the moon just for her.

Her few days with her "GodMan" had been the best of her life.

All his women had started calling her Peter’s daughter, and instead of correcting them, Rory had just... accepted it. Leaned into it.

And Peter—despite having zero relationship with Vanessa beyond "woman I met accidentally, and I definitely want to fuck"—had been treating Rory like his own from day one.

Which was weird even by his standards.

Usually the script went: seduce the mother, bond with the kid, become the stepdad. That was the normal progression. The logical order of operations.

But Peter had skipped straight to "this is my daughter now" without securing the mom first, and somehow it worked. Somehow it felt right in a way that defied his usual patterns. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

Maybe because Rory had decided too.

Her.

This little gremlin with more personality than most adults had looked at this teenage supernatural being and decided: Yes. This one. He’s my GodMan now.

And Peter—despite being a walking sex god with infinite stamina and a harem that would make emperors jealous—had absolutely zero defense against that kind of innocent, total trust.

Rory’s small hand found his, fingers wrapping around two of his much larger ones with that unconscious affection kids had when they felt completely safe.

Peter looked down at her—really looked—and something in his chest did that thing. That tightening, warming, this matters thing that he usually only felt with his women.

But this was different.

This wasn’t desire or possession or even the protective instinct he felt for his harem. This was something cleaner. Purer. The kind of feeling that had nothing to do with the system or his abilities or any of the supernatural bullshit that defined his life.

This was just... caring about someone small who needed him.

He crouched down to her level, gently fixing a strand of her dark hair that had escaped its ponytail during all the bouncing excitement.

"You’re really that happy, huh?"

Rory giggled—that pure, unfiltered sound that made everyone within earshot smile involuntarily. "Yes, Daddy."

Peter froze.

Not "GodMan." Not anything.

Daddy.

She’d just called him Daddy.

The word hit him like a physical thing. Like something tangible that rearranged the architecture inside his chest and rebuilt it into a shape he hadn’t known existed.

Just: You’re mine now, and I’m yours, and that’s how this works.

Rory giggled again, bouncing on her toes, still holding his hand. "You’re my daddy forever! The best daddy ever!"

His women watched from their various positions around the vehicles, and several of them got that look. That soft, warm, oh my god he’s going to be such a good father look that made Peter’s future children very real possibilities in their minds.

Soo-Jin was biting her lip, fighting her own emotional response.

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