Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs
Chapter 61: Emma’s Threat to Madison

Chapter 61: Emma’s Threat to Madison

"Hell yes!" Emma said, then glanced at Mom with that guilty expression that meant she’d forgotten to watch her language. "I mean, heck yes."

We all piled into Madison’s Range Rover—me in the passenger seat feeling like I was settling into a spaceship, Sarah and Emma in the back looking like they’d just won the genetic lottery and were afraid someone might notice the mistake and take it away from them.

Madison started the engine, and the sound system came alive with music that actually sounded like music instead of the static-filled radio in Mom’s car, and I watched my sisters’ faces in the rearview mirror as they experienced what luxury felt like for the first time.

"This car is insane," Emma said, running her hands over the leather seats like she was petting a unicorn, like the material itself was somehow magical. "Madison, what does your dad do again?"

"Real estate development," Madison said casually, the way other people might say "he works at the bank" or "he teaches high school." "Owns the biggest Real Estate agency in US."

...Madison’s dad basically owns half the city, but she says it like he’s a middle manager at Home Depot. Rich people and their casual relationship with obscene wealth—they throw around millions like other people discuss lunch plans...

Sarah was examining every detail of the interior like she was memorizing blueprints for some future heist, her fingers tracing the dashboard controls and climate buttons. "The seats are heated?"

"And cooled," Madison said with a laugh that was pure delight at my sisters’ reactions. "Want me to turn it on?"

"Please!" both my sisters said simultaneously, and I realized this was probably the first time they’d experienced anything that could be described as "luxury" without irony.

Their entire understanding of transportation just got completely rewritten—they probably thought heated seats were something that only existed in movies about rich people...

As we drove toward school, Madison kept checking the rearview mirror to include Sarah and Emma in conversation, asking about their classes and their friends and their drama like she actually cared about the answers, like she wasn’t just making polite conversation to fill the silence.

"Madison," Emma said suddenly, her voice getting serious in that way that meant she was about to say something that would either be incredibly sweet or incredibly inappropriate—with Emma, it was always a coin flip. "Can I tell you something although it might be offensive?"

"Of course," Madison said, adjusting the mirror to make better eye contact, and I could see her preparing herself for whatever teenage bomb Emma was about to drop.

Emma’s expression went full protective mode, that fierce loyalty that made her threaten to beat up kids twice her size if they looked at me wrong. "Peter’s really special, okay? Like, he’s the best person I know. And if you ever hurt him, I’ll find a way to make your life miserable even if you’re rich."

...Emma just threatened a billionaire’s daughter on my behalf? My sister has bigger balls than most grown men, and apparently no concept of what happens when you threaten people who can buy small countries...

"Madison, can I drive for a bit?" I asked, cutting through the tension before Emma could elaborate on her plans for Madison’s destruction.

Both my sisters immediately looked horrified, like I’d just suggested juggling live grenades.

"Peter, no," Sarah said quickly, her voice carrying that same panic she’d used when I’d announced I was going to ask Jessica Chen to homecoming freshman year. "This car probably costs more than our house."

Of course it does.

"You barely passed your driving test," Emma added helpfully, clearly forgetting that she’d just finished threatening Madison’s safety. "Remember when you hit that mailbox?"

...The same sisters who just threatened to destroy Madison’s life if she hurt me are now convinced I’ll turn her Range Rover into expensive scrap metal. Sibling logic at its finest—they’d go to war for me, but they also don’t trust me with anything more valuable than a bicycle...

"It’s okay," Madison said, pulling over with the kind of smooth precision that suggested she’d been driving luxury vehicles since she could reach the pedals. "Peter’s a good driver."

"Madison, you don’t understand," Emma said urgently, leaning forward like she was trying to save Madison from making a terrible mistake. "Peter once got his bike chain stuck and couldn’t figure out how to fix it for three hours."

"That was completely different," I protested, getting out to switch seats with Madison, though honestly Emma wasn’t wrong—pre-system Peter had been mechanically incompetent to a degree that bordered on comedy.

"Famous last words," Sarah muttered, already bracing herself for impact.

...Time to show these traitor sisters of mine what enhanced driving abilities look like. Prepare to have your minds blown, Carter family. The system didn’t just give me supernatural seduction powers—it downloaded every skill I’d ever need to be impressive...

I adjusted the seat and mirrors, feeling the enhanced driving knowledge flow through me like muscle memory that had been waiting my entire life to be activated—suddenly I knew exactly how to position my hands on the wheel, how much pressure to apply to the pedals, how to read the road like a professional driver reading sheet music.

The moment I put the car in drive, everything changed—my hands moved with precision I’d never possessed, my feet found the perfect pressure points, and suddenly I was driving like I’d been doing it for years instead of barely scraping by on my driving test three months ago.

We glided smoothly through traffic, took turns like we were floating on rails instead of rubber, and merged onto the highway with the precision of a Formula One driver who’d been born knowing exactly how to make a car do whatever he wanted it to do.

Sarah and Emma went completely silent in the back seat, the kind of silence that meant their entire understanding of their disaster brother had just been completely shattered.

"Holy shit, Peter," Emma whispered, her voice carrying genuine awe. "When did you learn to drive like that?"

"Language, Emma," I said automatically, but I was grinning because hearing that shock in her voice was better than any compliment I’d ever received.

...My sisters were witnessing their disaster brother transform into Lewis Hamilton. The system upgrades are officially impossible to hide anymore—

Am I going to have to start making excuses for why I’m suddenly good at everything?