SSS-Class Profession: The Path to Mastery
Chapter 340: Victory and Vulnerability

Chapter 340: Victory and Vulnerability

Standing in front of the microphone, I felt the usual surge of confidence that comes from using several System skills at once. Command Presence settled over the crowd like a shadow as I corrected my posture and added authority to my demeanor. The crowd’s restless energy centered on me as the technique took effect, producing an invisible magnetism that drew attention and respect.

My first words were guided by Opening Statement, which helped me establish the right tone to capture the event while also setting expectations for what would come next.

"My fellow Canadians," I began, my voice carrying clearly across the gathered crowd thanks to Persuasive Speaking optimizing my projection and cadence. "I stand before you tonight not as a politician seeking your votes, but as someone who has just witnessed democracy in action on a scale we haven’t seen in centuries."

The crowd responded with enthusiastic applause, but I could sense they wanted more than platitudes. They deserved honesty about what the Geneva vote really meant.

Persuasive Argumentation helped me structure my thoughts as I continued. "Today, fifty nations looked beyond traditional power structures and endorsed something unprecedented. The idea that leadership should be earned through demonstrated capability, not inherited through System hierarchies."

I paused, letting that sink in. The crowd was completely silent now, hanging on every word.

"This endorsement isn’t about me personally. It’s about all of us, about everyone who believes that human potential shouldn’t be limited by the circumstances of our birth or the arbitrariness of System assignments. It’s about proving that we can choose our own destiny."

The energy in the crowd was building, but I could sense they wanted to know what came next. Time to address the practical implications.

"I won’t lie to you about what this means. The path ahead will be difficult. Challenging the established order always is. But tonight proved something important. We are not alone in wanting change. Thirty-four nations stood up and said they believe there’s a better way forward."

Persuasive Speaking helped me modulate my tone as I shifted to more personal territory. "I know many of you have questions about what happens next. So do I, if I’m being honest. But I can promise you this: whatever we do, we’ll do it together. No backroom deals, no secret negotiations. You deserve transparency from anyone who seeks to represent you."

Although the audience’s reaction was largely positive, I could tell they were eager for me to wrap up. It’s time to use Closing Statement.

"While it’s challenging, change is essential. And this evening shown that it is achievable. We appreciate your presence, your encouragement, and your faith that tomorrow can be better than today."

As I moved away from the podium, I heard deafening applause. Despite the enormous response, I did my best to remain calm, but on the inside, I was exhilarated. The speech had done just what it was supposed to. It was recognizing the win, establishing reasonable goals, and keeping the enthusiasm going without making impossible promises.

Anthony was immediately at my side as we moved through the crowd toward the waiting vehicles. "Good work Boss," he said quietly. "You struck exactly the right tone."

"Thanks," I replied, still feeling the lingering effects of the skills I’d employed. "Let’s get home before someone asks me to elaborate on specific policy I haven’t developed yet."

The ride home was mercifully uneventful, giving me time to process the day’s events. Geneva felt like it had happened weeks ago rather than hours, and the impromptu speech had already become another memory in what was shaping up to be a life-changing day.

When we finally pulled into the driveway, I could see lights on throughout the house and knew the girls had been waiting up for us. The thought of just relaxing with people who cared about me personally rather than politically was incredibly appealing.

Camille practically tackled me the moment I walked through the door, her enthusiasm infectious as always. "You were amazing! We watched the whole thing on the news. Both the Geneva coverage and your speech at the airport!"

"The speech was improvised," I admitted, accepting her hug gratefully. "I had no idea there would be a crowd waiting."

"That’s what made it so good," Sienna observed from the living room, where she was surrounded by newspapers and tablets displaying various news coverage of the day’s events. "Your honesty is much better than prepared remarks in situations like that."

Alexis appeared from the kitchen carrying what looked suspiciously like champagne. "I thought we should celebrate properly," she said with a grin that suggested she’d already started the celebrating process.

"Champagne?" I raised an eyebrow. "How long have you been planning this party?"

"Since the moment we heard you got the endorsement," Evelyn replied, materializing beside Alexis with additional glasses. "We figured if you were going to make history, we should at least toast to it properly."

What happened next was just what I needed after the previous days of intense activity. Good meals, great company, and enough champagne to let everyone forget the gravity of recent events. We talked about everything and nothing: reliving memories from the Geneva meeting, speculating on what might happen next, and sharing experiences unrelated to politics or world-changing events.

As the evening progressed and the alcohol took effect, the mood got more relaxed. We’d gone from the dining room to the living room, and the talk had switched from serious political analysis to the playful mocking that only happens between close friends.

It was Camille who started it, leaning over to plant a soft kiss on my lips during a lull in conversation. "For luck," she said with a mischievous grin, though the slight flush in her cheeks suggested the champagne was talking as much as genuine affection.

Before I could properly process what had just happened, Sienna was suddenly there, her shy nature apparently not extending to her actions. Her kiss was more tentative than Camille’s but no less surprising.

"Sienna, what—" I started, but Alexis cut me off with her own kiss, this one carrying the confidence that came with medical precision and just enough alcohol to override normal inhibitions.

By the time Evelyn joined in, I was too shocked to form coherent thoughts. Her kiss was the gentlest of the four, almost questioning, but it completed a pattern that left me staring at all of them in complete bewilderment.

"Did that just..." I began, then stopped, not entirely sure how to finish the question.

"Happen?" Camille giggled, apparently finding my confusion amusing. "Yes, it did."

"We’ve been thinking about it for a while," Alexis added with characteristic directness. "All of us. Separately and together."

"The polyamorous thing isn’t exactly uncommon," Sienna continued, as she took another glass of the champagne. "And we all care about you. It makes sense from a practical standpoint."

Evelyn, ever the empath, seemed to sense my internal turmoil. "We don’t expect anything to change," she said quietly. "But we couldn’t let Sienna be the only one who had gone far in the relationship."

I looked around at the four women who had become so central to my life, trying to process this revelation while still dealing with the effects of victory, exhaustion, and more alcohol than I usually consumed.

"I... can’t say I dislike this," I said finally, which was probably the most honest response I could manage under the circumstances.

"Of course you like it," Camille said, settling back into her chair with the satisfied expression of someone who had successfully completed a mission. "But at least we got a nice kiss though it’s not romantical, so I got upset at you for nothing that first time."

The rest of the evening passed in a haze of continued celebration and careful avoidance of the topic that now hung between us like an elephant in the room. By the time we all decided to call it a night, I was exhausted, slightly drunk, and completely overwhelmed by the day’s revelations.

I woke up the next morning with a pounding headache and the disorienting realization that I wasn’t alone in the master bedroom. Camille was curled up on my left, Alexis was sprawled across the foot of the bed, Sienna was somehow managing to sleep while sitting in the chair by the window, and Evelyn had claimed the chaise lounge.

Nothing inappropriate had happened, that’s what Deduction told me anyway. We were all fully clothed and positioned in ways that suggested they’d simply been too tired or too drunk to make it to their stay awake any longer. But the sight of all four of them in my bedroom was yet another reminder of how much my life had changed due to the events of a single day.

I managed to stand up without waking anyone and stumbled toward the bathroom, my head pounding with each step. The face that looked back at me from the mirror appeared older somehow, marked by the weight of new responsibilities and unexpected revelations.

I splashed cold water on my face, letting the shock help clear away some of the fog from the previous night’s celebration. As the water dripped from my chin, I found myself thinking about everything that had changed—the political victory, the new System capabilities, and the implications of our relationship that had just been added to an already complex situation.

But looking at my reflection, I felt a sense of determination cutting through the hangover-induced confusion. I’d proven I could handle the political pressure of international diplomacy. I’d demonstrated I could make the hard choices necessary for leadership.

Now it was time to focus on the practical aspects of becoming stronger. The System upgrades I’d earned in Geneva were waiting to be implemented, and if I was going to successfully challenge the World President, I needed to be operating at maximum capability.

I dried my face with a towel and looked at my reflection one more time. The man looking back at me was someone who had just fundamentally changed the course of human history. Someone who had been endorsed by thirty-four nations as a potential world leader.

Someone who now had access to System capabilities that could reshape what it meant to be human.

"Time to upgrade," I said to my reflection, and headed back into the bedroom to begin the next phase of my transformation.