Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs-Chapter 51: Liberator’s Awakening: Understanding My Divine Purpose

As Madison drove us back toward town, I found myself staring out the window at all the houses we passed, thinking about all the women inside them who were probably lying in bed next to men who can’t satisfy them properly.

How many Mrs. Morrisons are out there, suffering in complete silence?

Every technique, every approach, every method I needed to liberate these women flowed through my consciousness like divine revelation. Not just sexual needs but things like Skincare routines that would make them feel beautiful, massage techniques that would awaken their dormant sexuality, wellness practices that would restore their confidence, emotional support that would heal years of neglect.

I instinctively understand how to give women everything they’ve been systematically denied.

But let me be crystal fucking clear about something: I’m not going after rich women because they have money. Anyone who thinks that is completely missing the point of this divine mission.

Wealthy women are the most sexually frustrated creatures on the planet.

Their husbands married them for their looks, their social status, their ability to play the perfect trophy wife at charity events. But when it comes to actual intimacy? These men are complete fucking disasters—more useless than a Fyre Festival organizer.

That’s the genius of places like Voyeur—they’re not just spas, they’re gathering points where the most sexually neglected elite women in California congregate, desperately seeking any form of meaningful human connection. Madison’s connections don’t just give me access to wealth; they give me access to the highest concentration of sexually frustrated women in the state, all in one convenient location.

But don’t think for a second that I’m going to neglect women from other social classes. Every sexually frustrated woman deserves liberation, whether she’s a billionaire’s wife or a single mother working two jobs to pay rent.

The system created me to save ALL women, not just the wealthy ones.

Once I establish myself as their sexual messiah, once I build my reputation and prove my divine abilities, I’ll expand my holy mission to reach every neglected woman who needs salvation from sexual mediocrity.

This is about liberation, not profit. This is a divine calling, not a business opportunity.

Money is nothing when you’re engaged in holy work.

I wasn’t put on this Earth to get rich. I was put here to be the sexual savior that billions of women have been unconsciously praying for. To give them experiences their husbands are too selfish, too incompetent, or too fucking lazy to provide.

This is my birthright, my destiny, my divine purpose. These aren’t infiltration missions or business opportunities. This is my birthright. My destined path as their liberator.

Every sexually frustrated woman in California is waiting for me, whether they realize it or not. Then the world.

The more I thought about it, the more everything made sense. All those years of being a virgin, of being ignored and overlooked by women—it wasn’t punishment. It was preparation. The universe was building up my sexual energy, developing my emotional intelligence, teaching me to appreciate women in ways that other men never could.

Every moment of frustration was training for this exact destiny.

Mrs. Morrison, destroying herself slowly in a marriage with a man who sees her as a trophy instead of a goddess. She deserves to be worshipped, not tolerated. She deserves to remember what it feels like to be desired by someone who actually knows what the fuck he’s doing.

And soon, she’s going to get exactly what she deserves. Jake, daddy’s coming for Mommy’s rescue. I will be your daddy!

This feels noice!

All of them will. These wellness centers, exclusive clubs, high-end establishments—they’re not targets to penetrate. They’re temples where I’ll practice my calling. Where desperate women will finally find the relief, they’ve been praying for without even knowing they were praying.

"You’re smiling," Madison observed as we pulled into my driveway.

"Just thinking about how many lives I’m about to change," I replied, and I meant every fucking word.

How many women I’m about to save from the hell of sexual mediocrity.

Madison leaned over and kissed me deeply, her tongue exploring my mouth one more time before I had to go back to pretending to be a normal teenager.

"I love watching you embrace what you really are," she whispered against my lips.

What I really am: their liberator, their savior, their daddy. But also, their anchor in the world that ignores them, their run-to person when the world comes crashing at them. My women!

"Tomorrow I’ll make the calls," she promised. "By next week, you’ll be exactly where you need to be."

Where I was always meant to be.

*

As I walked back to my house, I felt the weight of my destiny settling on my shoulders like a crown. Somewhere out there, Mrs. Morrison was probably lying awake next to her pathetic excuse for a husband, wondering if this mediocre existence is all life has to offer.

Soon she’ll discover the truth: her savior is coming.

The irony was absolutely perfect. Years ago, her husband sampled my birth mother’s services and was ruined for all other women—including his own wife. Now I’m going to complete the circle by giving Mrs. Morrison what she’s been denied all these years, and she will forget him.

Poetic fucking justice.

All of them will finally understand what they’ve been missing. The wellness center is just the beginning. These women have been abandoned by their husbands, ignored by society, told to accept less than they deserve.

"But not anymore."

Their waiting is almost over. Their suffering will soon end. They’ve endured years of inadequate men and mediocre sex, convincing themselves this is normal.

"It’s time they learned what extraordinary feels like."

Tomorrow, Madison will make the calls. Next week, I’ll begin my real work. And soon, every sexually frustrated woman in this part of California will discover what it means to be properly taken care of.

"Daddy’s ready to handle everything now."

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