Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs Chapter 1005: Hot Dr. Maria

Luna's sole warning to me amounted to this:

Maria was the devil here.

But that alert arrived way too late—Maria and I were already making our way to the private office when Luna seized my hand in the hallway, drew me near, and breathed it out in a frantic rush.

Her grip clamped tight on my fingers. Her eyes bulged with that precise dread of a woman torn between loving two souls, fully aware one was set to ruin the other.

I pressed a kiss to her forehead.

Assured her everything would turn out okay.

She murmured words that left me stunned... then I trailed Maria into the office.

Here I was now, seated opposite her.

Dr. Maria.

Luna’s mother.

The very woman who had shaped the one I cherished—and who now aimed to dismantle every bit I’d constructed with her daughter, piece by piece, using the razor-sharp skill of a problem-solver by trade.

Legs crossed, she perched there. Poised. Her stance radiated the calculated superiority of someone striding into hostile ground yet refusing to appear anything but superior.

And gods—what a body this woman possessed.

Her dark taupe outfit blended sophistication and allure in a way it had no right to.

An off-kilter top—with fabric draped over her torso in sleek diagonal layers that hugged her waist and bared a tantalizing strip of midriff.

A choker encircled her neck, linked to the top via a fabric band that guided the gaze along her exposed shoulder, over her collarbone, toward the gentle, flawless rise of her breasts straining the fabric.

Low on her hips rode a belt with an elaborate round clasp, holding a flowing skirt that molded to her thighs before parting in a side slit exposing far more leg than a mother entering battle should dare reveal.

At the knee, her thighs overlapped—lengthy, firm, their smooth skin reflecting the office glow in a soft, velvety luster earned from lifelong rigorous activity.

The opening gaped sufficiently to bare the entire upper thigh, its muscle tone faint yet firm—the limbs of someone who strode purposefully, stayed active, never neglected self-maintenance despite the years.

Quiet, lavish authority emanated from her every part.

Long black hair cascaded beyond her shoulders in relaxed waves, encircling a visage time had treated with ridiculous, unfairly kindness.

Lips full and lush by nature. Eyes dark, bearing Luna's sharp intellect honed by three extra decades into deadlier blades. Slender—not frail, but refined.

In her fifties she stood. Same age group as Catherine.

Slightly senior to Margaret and Dominique.

Yet time had spared her gently—or fled entirely, repelled by her iron will against decline.

For a brief, raw moment, I pondered how insanely hot she'd turn with my Divine Seed coursing through her.

No exaggeration whatsoever. Pure fact.

Should the Seed work its magic as on Isabella, Luna, the rest—what it could forge from a base like this?

Her graceful contours would firm and expand, her perfect skin would radiate unearthly vigor, those killer thighs would morph into utter vice.

Temptation incarnate, striding and alive.

Little surprise Luna shone so radiantly pre-Divine Seed.

Right before me sat the template, legs folded, jaw locked, eyes blazing with intent to kill.

Hours earlier, I'd been deep in Vanessa. My form ought to feel sated. Tranquil.

Ought to function in post-coital balance, lust sidelined, logic at the helm.

Greetings had already passed between us.

Courteous. Stiff.

The sort shared by foes where one plots to shred the other's standing while fighting not to ogle those thighs.

Her voice—unlike that physique—dripped disdain. Each word calibrated, assessed, launched like a blade.

She strained to ignore the sight before her.

Strained to hold a detached, professional mask—the stern parent's glare, not that of a female opposite a male who altered the room's very atmosphere just by being there.

Yet I'd already voiced my thoughts.

As she settled and I took my place across, I'd declared—that she looked stunning.

That Luna's allure clearly stemmed from her.

Her comeback snapped back fast. Rehearsed. Impenetrable.

"Compliments don’t work on me. And they won’t change how I feel about you."

I nodded. Grinned. "That’s what makes you the most interesting woman I’ve ever met," I replied.

True on the surface. Yet not entirely.

Perspective, my friends.

She might posture with lies, upholding that rigid, icy composure like a bastion built over decades—but I could read her plain.

Thoughts raced through her head like words on a see-through display she ignored.

First came that one. Stark. Unshielded.

A notion from a lifetime probing human physiology, now facing a specimen shattering all known laws.

The term shocked her own self. Such language wasn't her style. Scientist. Physician. Handler of facts, stats, validated truths. Still, her traitorous subconscious picked stunning as the sole fitting label.

Next thought struck swiftly, tinged with buried warmth she smothered beneath clinical layers.

Reclining in my seat, I extended the quiet till it pressed on us both, then flashed my languidest, most shadowed grin.

She inventoried options. Sought the rationale to write me off.

A fraud.

A schemer.

Money alone.

Yet evidence clashed with her theory, and her scientific mind caught it.

There it hit.

The notion shifting all.

Taboo Aura flared—a barrage of powers triggering in order, like a reaction sparked between her idea and my sense.

The Taboo abilities surged awake together, lured by the scene like predators to chum.

Sin Resonance struck initial: this being Luna’s mother. The setup alone—me facing the bearer of my beloved—was peak Taboo.

Sin Resonance ignored ethics, context, Maria’s stern line. It fed on the resonance of forbidden and desire, and the chamber vibrated with it.

The power boosted it all—every glance, every breath—ramping intensity till the space between us thickened, densened, buzzed with charge.