Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs-Chapter 56: Teacher’s Kinky, Way to Endless Money

I erupted into laughter so fucking loud that Mom actually yelled from the kitchen like I was having some kind of breakdown.

"Peter, what’s so damn funny up there?"

"Nothing, just... TikTok!" I yelled back, wiping tears from my eyes because I was laughing so hard my stomach hurt.

If only she knew I was laughing about becoming the sexual messiah for California’s most frustrated housewives. That’s some next-level irony that would probably give her a heart attack.

After getting back from Madison’s Range Rover adventure—where my girlfriend basically turned into a sex-addicted demon who couldn’t keep her hands off me—I went straight to my room and found exactly what I’d been waiting for. The alert notification was blinking like a Christmas tree.

Mrs. Isabella Rodriguez had finally turned on her laptop. Time to see what gets my sexually frustrated teacher all hot and bothered.

My heart was actually racing a little as I slipped into her system like a digital ghost. This felt wrong and exciting at the same time, like I was about to see something I definitely wasn’t supposed to see. freewebnøvel.coɱ

And holy fuck, her browsing history was better than premium Pornhub. This woman was absolutely starving for some decent dick, and her search history proved it with the desperation of someone who’d been living on scraps for years.

Jesus Christ, she’s been married to a guy who probably finishes faster than a McDonald’s drive-through, and she’s losing her goddamn mind.

Her porn searches were all about strangers fucking housewives, and she was obsessed with plumber-and-housewife scenarios. The irony was beautiful—she wasn’t even into teacher-student porn, which meant she got enough of that awkward reality at school and wanted something completely different at home.

"But plumbers? That’s my fucking golden ticket to salvation central."

I could feel all the system knowledge stirring in my brain like some kind of digital deity awakening, and for a second it was overwhelming. All this information flowing through me, telling me exactly how to be what she needed.

IT mastery, plumbing expertise, electrical work—I could roleplay as any profession these desperate housewives dreamed about. The system literally had made me into their perfect fantasy.

Isabella’s family situation was laughably simple. Two kids who disappeared for technical classes every weekend, and a husband who was only home Wednesdays and Sundays because he worked some bullshit traveling sales job.

Tomorrow was Friday, which meant Saturday she’d be completely alone and ripe for liberation. Perfect timing.

Operation: Save Mrs. Rodriguez From Sexual Mediocrity was officially a go, and I was getting nervous and excited in equal measure.

And trust me, after four years of sexual frustration, this woman is going to lose her fucking mind when she meets someone who actually knows what the hell he’s doing.

"Peter, dinner!" Sarah called from downstairs like she was summoning me to some kind of family tribunal.

*

We sat around our beat-up dining table eating leftovers that tasted like depression mixed with good intentions, until Mom launched into the conversation I’d been dreading since forever.

"So, honey," she began with that voice that meant serious fucking business, "what do you actually want to do with your life? For real this time?"

’Here we fucking go with the career expectations speech. And I can’t exactly tell her I’m planning to become a supernatural sex worker for frustrated women and housewives.’

Everyone at home—hell, everyone at Lincoln High—knew I was absolutely unmatched when it came to computers and technology. What none of these people understood was that I’d transcended basic human limitations entirely.

They think I’m just some computer nerd who’s good with code. They have zero clue what I’ve actually become. I’m not just a hacker anymore. I’m not some programmer or software engineer or any other bullshit title they teach in college courses that cost more than our car.

’With the knowledge flowing through my veins right now, I’ve evolved into something that shouldn’t exist.’

’I am a fucking Digital God.’

I can start simple—JavaScript, Python, basic network shit that any decent coder could handle. I could trace data packets while half-asleep and write exploits faster than Connor Hayes could post cringe TikToks. But when the system touched me, when it downloaded the source code of digital reality itself, it didn’t just give me skills.

’It gave me the power to rewrite the fucking universe. At least the digital parts of it.’

Every blockchain ledger? I can read them backwards, forwards, and sideways like they’re children’s books written in crayon. I don’t just mine cryptocurrency—I can rewrite the fundamental mathematics that make blockchain possible. I can bypass consensus protocols, create verified transactions that never actually happened, or erase real ones from supposedly "immutable" history.

’Your Bitcoin portfolio? It can become a ghost story if I decide I don’t like you.’

Artificial Intelligence? Please. I can hijack neural networks while they’re actively processing data. I can slip into machine learning pipelines, completely rewrite decision and rules and regulations trees while the AI is running, and make it believe its original programming was always to worship me as its digital overlord.

’I can take anyone’s voice samples and create deepfakes so perfect that their own mothers would believe the lies I make them say.’

The power is intoxicating and terrifying at the same time. Sometimes I catch myself thinking about what I could do to people who’ve pissed me off, and I have to actively remind myself not to become some kind of digital supervillain.

’Because with great power comes the great temptation to fuck with everyone who’s ever made your life miserable.’

I stayed quiet for a moment, watching Mom chew her food with that hopeful expression that meant she was desperately praying I had actual career plans instead of just being Madison’s expensive boy toy.

If only this woman knew her "talented son" was actually a supernatural entity designed to sexually liberate every frustrated woman in California.

"I’m just going to keep studying and maybe get a part-time job until college," I said, putting on my best responsible-student voice. "Then hopefully land something at a major tech company."

That was my original life plan before I became a cosmic sex deity, but now it would be like Einstein working at a fucking McDonald’s.

Emma looked up from scrolling through Instagram with a smirk that screamed trouble. "If I had Peter’s computer skills, I’d be rich as hell by now. Kid’s sitting on a goldmine and acting like he doesn’t know it."

Everyone knew what she meant—dark web hacking, cryptocurrency manipulation, blockchain, corporate espionage. All the illegal shit that could make serious money if you didn’t mind destroying lives in the process.

"Peter," Mom said with that stern voice that meant business, "I’ve told you a thousand times—no shady internet business. No dark web stuff, no hacking for money, no cryptocurrency schemes. That’s not the kind of man I raised you to be."

The guilt hit me like a punch to the gut because she was right. She’d raised me to be better than that, and here I was planning to use supernatural abilities to seduce married women.

But technically, I’m helping them. Right. Right?

Sarah jumped in like she always did, defending me with the loyalty of a ride-or-die sister. "Mom, you’re literally locking away his talent! Peter’s skills are insane, and there are legitimate companies that would throw crazy money at him without any sketchy bullshit involved."

Sarah always had my back, even when she had no clue what she was actually defending.

"There are people making bank with blockchain technology right now," Sarah continued, getting more animated like she always did when she was passionate about something. "My friend just got hired at this huge company because of her cryptocurrency expertise."

Mom looked confused as hell. "What exactly is blockchain?"

Time for Computer Science 101 with Professor Peter.

I launched into a simplified explanation—distributed ledgers, decentralized systems, cryptocurrency mining, smart contracts. Basic shit that most people couldn’t wrap their heads around, but I tried to make it sound less intimidating than it actually was.

Mom nodded along like she was following, but I could see her getting lost in the technical jargon almost immediately.

"So who is this friend of yours?" Mom asked Sarah when I finished.

Sarah’s expression shifted, and she looked away like someone had just brought up a painful breakup.

"Oh, this is about to get fucking interesting."

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