Chapter 29: Dark Lord Mode

Chapter 29: Dark Lord ModeWhen I woke up, I found myself in Madison Torres’s bedroom, but everything felt... different. The room was spotless—like someone had just finished conducting a thorough cleaning operation—and I was wearing a set of expensive pajamas that definitely weren’t mine. Did someone dress me while I was unconscious? That was either really thoughtful or really weird. Madison was sitting in a chair across from the bed, staring at me with eyes so wide they looked like they might fall out of her head. She was chuckling like someone who had just witnessed something that shouldn’t have existed according to the laws of physics. Why was she looking at me like I was some kind of mythical creature that had just materialized in her bedroom? And then she started talking, listing off things that made my blood run cold. "Dark Lord... system... liberating women..." she said, ticking off each point like she was reading from a fucking checklist. "Magical fingers, endless stamina, size control, pregnancy toggle..." How the fuck did she know about any of that? Especially the pregnancy toggle? My heart started hammering against my ribs like it was trying to escape through my throat. The system had specifically warned me about finding a safe space, and apparently I had failed that mission spectacularly. "How?" I manage to croak out, my voice barely working. Was this the warning the system was trying to give me before I got yanked back to reality? Madison’s expression shifts from amazement to something that looks almost tender. "When I heard you fall in the bathroom, I rushed over and opened the door. I saw... everything. The transformation, your body changing, all of it." She witnessed my entire supernatural makeover. Great. Just fucking fantastic. "But before I could call for help or freak out completely," she continues, "these pink texts started appearing in the air, and I could hear this voice explaining everything. I was about to get Maria—our housekeeper—but then I heard your voice and your thoughts, and I realized what was happening." She heard my thoughts too? The system let her eavesdrop on my entire cosmic orientation session? "So, I just... listened. And cleaned you up. You were covered in this black stuff, and your body was responding to my directions even though you were unconscious. It was like you trusted me completely, even while you were out." My unconscious body let her take care of me. That’s either really romantic or really creepy, and I can’t decide which. I stared at her, trying to process the fact that my biggest secret is no longer secret at all. Madison Torres knows everything—about the system, about my dual identity, about my mission to sexually liberate unsatisfied women across the globe. "So, you know," I said, because apparently stating the obvious is all my brain can handle right now. "Everything." "Everything," she confirms with a grin that’s equal parts excited and predatory. "And holy shit, Peter. Do you have any idea what you actually are now?" She’s looking at me like I’m some kind of sexual superhero, which I guess technically I am now. "I can’t believe it," Madison said, shaking her head in amazement. "Peter Carter—the guy everyone thought was just some nobody nerd—you’re actually this incredible supernatural being? What exactly do you plan to do with all of this?" Madison stood up and moved toward the bed, and I could see the excitement and curiosity blazing in her eyes like she just discovered buried treasure in her own backyard. "You went from being the cute nerd everyone ignored to being... this," she said, gesturing at my enhanced form. "Do you know how incredible that is? How impossible?" She’s treating my transformation like it’s the best thing that’s ever happened to both of us. She sat on the edge of the bed and pulled me into a hug that felt like coming home after a long, weird journey. "I want to help you," she whispers against my ear. "However, you need me to. You’re my man now, and I want to be part of this." She wanted to help me seduce other women. That was... actually kind of brilliant and terrifying. "And I promise to keep your secret," she added, pulling me into a hug that felt warm and possessive. "No one will ever hear about this from me. You’re my man now, and I want to be part of this journey." She was offering partnership in the most impossible situation imaginable. There was nothing I could do but accept her knowledge of my secret—it wasn’t like I could make her forget what she had witnessed. And although I could walk this journey alone, having assistance would definitely make things easier. All I had to do was trust her. Trust, huh? Better to have one person I could be completely honest with than trying to hide everything from everyone. Although in the long run this could bring me trouble if she betrayed me, I was probably too trusting for my own good—that was either one of my flaws or one of my strengths. She held the secret of my entire existence, and I knew she wouldn’t want to share that kind of power with anyone else. "I know I can trust you, Maddie," I told her, leaning in to kiss her. If I was going to have a partner in this supernatural adventure, Madison Torres wasn’t the worst choice. Our kiss was deep and hungry, our tongues exploring each other’s mouths with desperate intensity. She moaned against my lips as my enhanced hands roamed her clothed body, and I could feel her responding to my touch even through the fabric. These new abilities were no joke. She was already melting and I was barely trying. We broke the kiss, both breathing hard, and Madison’s eyes were sparkling with excitement. "Show me," she said breathlessly. "Show me the system interface. I want to see everything." She wanted to see the system menu. This was either going to be really cool or really dangerous. I focused on bringing up the system interface, and to my amazement, Madison’s eyes tracked the floating text like she could see it perfectly. [Welcome back, Host! Mission Status: COMPLETED] [System Points Earned: 100 SP] [System Shop - UNLOCKED] [Exchange Rate: 1 SP = $100 USD] [Available Categories: Sex Section, Wearables, Perfumes, Enhancements!] Holy shit, I could literally convert my sex life into money. That exchange rate meant I was sitting on ten thousand dollars’ worth of points. "Peter," Madison breathed, staring at the interface. "Do you realize you just made ten thousand dollars having sex with me?" Trust the rich girl to immediately calculate the economic implications. We chatted for a while after a brief but intense reminder of my new capabilities—Madison discovering that enhanced Peter was just as skilled as promised—but eventually I realized how late it was getting. I needed to get home before my family started wondering where I was. "Before you go," Madison said, "I want you to see yourself. This you." I stepped into the bathroom, and Madison followed right behind me. We were both naked. She hugged me from behind—her arms sliding around my waist, her chest warm against my back, her chin resting on my shoulder as we stared into the mirror together. I looked into the mirror, and for a second — I didn’t know who I was. Because the face staring back wasn’t just mine. It was something other. Ageless. Timeless. Stunning. Like someone had taken all the rules of what made a face beautiful and broken them on purpose — just to rebuild something that would haunt people forever. My skin? Flawless. Not airbrushed — divine. Smooth and glowing faintly like light was trying to escape from underneath. No acne, no pores, no imperfections. Just a soft golden hue that made everything else in the room look dull. My bone structure was unfair. Cheekbones sharp but not too sharp. Nose straight, perfect, regal like a prince drawn by an obsessed artist. Jawline elegant but not overly masculine — it held that soft, dangerous curve you only see in angels sculpted by hands that loved them too much. But it was my eyes that stopped everything. They were luminous. The kind of eyes that made people fall in love and not even realize it. Deep bronze, speckled with gold, ringed with faint glowing silver like stardust had settled in my soul. They looked ancient. Wise. Lonely. Beautiful. But behind that beauty, there was a kind of power — like whoever met them would never forget them. My lips were unreal. Soft, full, pink — but not in a childish way. They looked kissable, yes, but also like they knew secrets. They curved slightly, always on the edge of a smirk, like I was both innocent and guilty of something you’d never prove. My hair? Dark. Glossy. Effortlessly styled — just messy enough to say I didn’t try, just perfect enough to make you hate how good it looked anyway. The strands shimmered slightly when the bathroom light hit, like there was magic baked into every lock. I looked like I belonged in a prophecy. A teen too beautiful to belong to this world. Someone people would whisper about — "Did you see him?" — and wonder if they’d imagined the whole thing. And the rest of my body matched this impossible face. My chest was insane. Cut pecs, thick and tight. My shoulders broad and built. Arms like I’d been benching emotions and heartbreak for years. Veins danced under my forearms like thin lightning bolts. My stomach? A whole fucking event. Eight-pack. Not six. Eight. Each muscle deep-cut and stacked, running down into the sharpest, most disrespectful V-line I’d ever seen in my life. I went from barely acceptable to absolutely devastating. No wonder Madison had been looking at me like I was a mythical creature. And yeah—below the waist—still just as monstrous. Thick, long, slightly curved, perfectly proportioned to the body that carried it. My cock looked like it belonged on a man built for ruin, not math class. Madison gasped behind me. Her reflection went pale, then flushed.