Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 964

Chapter 964: The Theology of Spontaneous Sin

By every pearl-clutching moral framework, every self-righteous ethical compass, every sanctimonious code of conduct that people trot out the second someone else’s life looks more interesting than theirs—I was, objectively, the worst man currently drawing breath.

Probably the worst man who’d ever drawn breath, if we’re being honest, and honesty is my new kink.

More than half my of women was circulating through this party like high-end art pieces.

They’d shown up to support their sister Celeste—her big debut, collectors from fourteen countries pretending they understood curated genius while mostly just ogling women, the lighting and the champagne flutes.

Since we arrived, Celeste and I had traded maybe three polite glances and one smile that could’ve been mistaken for professional courtesy if you were legally blind.

And yet here I was: balls deep in another man’s wife, her legs locked around my waist like she was trying to win a rodeo championship, hips grinding like she’d just discovered friction was invented yesterday.

She was screaming about my cock—still only getting the teaser trailer, mind you, because I hadn’t even bothered with full size control yet.

The preview alone had her losing higher brain function. Imagine paying full price for the DLC when the demo already blue-screened her soul.

Yet another spontaneous encounter. Right after Patt in Hollywood.

What would any normal man be doing right now?

I genuinely couldn’t tell you. Normal men probably don’t have a statistical sample size large enough to form an opinion.

Point being: I was having another man’s wife dancing on my cock while the rest of my women were out there socializing, sipping champagne, making conversation.

Charlotte probably wanted to punch Aurelia. Or worse—walk away.

Actually no. The former was worse.

So, what would any man other than me be doing in my position? I didn’t think I could answer that honestly. Especially since one of the men I should probably look up to had already lost his wife to my cock; I was currently turning another husband’s marital vows into performance art.

The mentorship pipeline for "how to be a decent man" was already DOA anyway. One of the guys I theoretically should’ve looked up to had already lost his wife to this very cock.

The whole "ask your elders" advice column collapses when the elder’s wife is in here moaning my name like she just discovered religion 2.0.

Spontaneous sex.

To most men, it’s a fantasy they jerk off to while crying into their wedding photos. Society frowns on it because society is mostly composed of people who peaked in high school and have been bitter about it ever since.

From the outside it looks reckless, impulsive, the kind of thing that lands you on Dr. Phil while the audience gasps in rehearsed horror and secretly Googles "how to cuck my neighbor without getting caught."

From in here, though—inside her clenching heat, her ragged gasps, her nails carving commandments into my back—it isn’t reckless. It’s physics. Inevitable. Newtonian.

The apple doesn’t fall because it’s sinful; it falls because gravity is an asshole and so am I.

And for the 0.0002% of men who actually get to live that fantasy instead of just bookmarking Pornhub tabs? They’re usually doing it wrong.

Drunken coat-closet fumble. Sloppy last-call desperation. Amateur hour. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

I’m talking about the kind of spontaneous that rewires her entire nervous system, the kind where she walks into the party wearing someone else’s ring and limps out wearing my fingerprints like a new religion.

This was woman number two in under twenty-four hours. And that’s only because I showed superhuman restraint on the plane. I could’ve turned first class into a mobile orgy, but nooo, I practiced self-control.

Look at me, practically a saint; Mother Teresa with better stamina and zero guilt.

Invited me to her house in the guise of studying together when I first announced my dick energy and also got rejected by Lea after the seduction mission... in her bedroom things escalated, the system pinged like a slot machine hitting jackpot.

Never looked back. Spontaneous.

Isabella? Sure, we planned a little with Madison, but execution day was still zero-to-naked in the bathroom I was ’fixing’, in record time.

Luna? I had to medical-talk her into a coffee date first. We fucked when we reached her apartment.

Again, may I say it again? Spontaneous sex.

Janet?

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