Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs Chapter 1007: Mother-in-Law Seduction Playbook!

I stared at her directly, without any shame—no longer those miserable furtive looks I'd been doling out like a desperate soul tallying his final scraps. Pure, unrelenting gaze, the kind that hits a flawless creation and wipes away any memory of where you were headed before.

"Can I say something?" I asked.

"I doubt I could stop you if I tried."

"You are—you REALLY are one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen in my life."

She showed no reaction. No flush, no fidgeting in her chair. Those piercing dark eyes—Luna’s, but tempered by years of frost and defenses—fixed on mine, and in a tone flat enough to build roads with, she stated:

"I’m your mother-in-law."

"I’m aware."

"Compliments don’t work on me."

"I know. You’ve said that. And I’m not trying to make them work. I’m just voicing a truth so blatant it insults my smarts to stay silent about it." I leaned in, elbows on knees, claiming all the space between us.

"Right now, nothing else occupies my mind. I’ve tried keeping things polite about your daughter, my plans, and whatever punishments you’ve lined up for me, but each time you shift those legs, my thoughts derail wildly and go up in smoke."

Silence.

Her jaw clenched—barely noticeable.

The subtle, restrained strain of a woman whose body rebelled softly against her mind’s strict rule.

"You’re very bold," she remarked, "for a guy facing someone who could shatter your bond with her daughter in a single choice."

"I’m not bold. I’m truthful. Bold implies overstatement. I’m actually toning it down. The complete, unfiltered thoughts in my head would likely get me slapped. Or sued. Or worse."

"Definitely."

A pause hung there.

Then the faintest twitch at her mouth’s edge—not quite a smile, more the specter of one swiftly killed and hidden away. Yet I spotted the signs of disturbance. Advancement.

"You think your charm will sway my opinion of you?" she questioned.

"No. You’re far too intelligent for such basic tricks. That’s why I skip the charm. I’m handing you the pure, unedited truth."

"Then what’s the purpose of this show?"

"The purpose, Maria, is rather than spend the next hour seeing me act like some polished, acceptable version. You came to judge me. So here I am—completely exposed:"

She uncrossed her legs and crossed them the opposite way. Flashing her firm thigh beneath the tracksuit before the material settled back.

Intentional? Reflex? With her, I truly couldn’t say—and that thrilling ambiguity heightened her threat.

"You seem very at ease with yourself," she noted. Detached. Icy. Like a doctor spotting an anomaly.

"I am. Most guys this confident hide something monstrous. I don’t. I have zero secrets because I’m simply outstanding."

"Most

"Most men lack proof to support it. I do."

Another faint smile ghosted her lips, snuffed out fast and vanished.

Now I knew... friends... each burial left the grave less deep.

That’s how you seduce your mother-in-law... definitely try it at home!

"My daughter," she declared, her tone sharpening as the mother forced the tempted woman back into her cage, "deserves better than a man who gathers women like rare collectibles."

"She does. She deserves a man who makes every woman in his world feel like the sole focus. That’s precisely my approach. Having multiples doesn’t mean any get less. It shows my boundless ability to provide more. God-level generosity, honestly. That’s why, Maria... none flee or gripe about anything... from intimacy to all else."

"That’s a very convenient philosophy."

"It’s draining, actually. Convenient would mean indifference. I care excessively. It’s among my rare weaknesses."

She examined me at length—the gaze testing her beliefs against fresh, irresistibly persuasive facts.

The Taboo Aura buzzed between us like a whisper only her body caught. Generational Heat. Bloodline Tension. Cougar Instinct murmuring wicked prompts to every nerve she fought to suppress.

She realized the man before her resisted hatred far more than her scripted plan predicted.

"Are you done?" she inquired.

"For now."

"Good." She rose, adjusting her skirt with care, like reconstructing defensive barriers.

"I know why you’re really here, Maria."

She looked my way, expectant.

"You came to ensure Luna and I fail spectacularly. To confirm I’m the villain you’ve already pegged me as. To take her back home."

She didn’t deny it. Offered only a slight, graceful shrug with one shoulder—the move of someone done with pretense.

"Honesty suits me," she replied. "Gloves are off."

. I nearly rolled my eyes. You act like those flawless curves aren’t already picturing my touch. The act persists—just in fancier surroundings.

But I kept that idea sealed in my mind where it stayed safe. Some realities burn too bright for open air.

"How about a game, now that we’re here?" I suggested.

She arched a flawlessly shaped eyebrow.

"I’d love real time with you——before you manage to tear away one of the three pillars that shaped who I am today." I let the impact settle. Luna wasn’t merely a love; she was core.

And her mother showed up ready to blast it apart.

A flicker crossed Maria’s eyes. Not pity exactly, but grudging recognition that this rogue spoke something profoundly true.

I spoke then—since the Taboo Aura thrummed, her defenses showed cracks, and her scent tested my control—I added with a gradual, risky grin:

She blushed.

Dr. Maria. Luna’s mother. The woman who stormed my estate with a file of scorn and a holy mission to ruin me...