Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs Chapter 1031: My Mature Goddesses

Genevieve observed the entire scene from her chair, her face glowing with the fulfillment of a woman who'd just brought her most cherished individual into her family and witnessed the instant bonding unfold.

Next, we headed toward the Meridian Agency. The van maneuvered itself through the Los Angeles night, attracting minimal notice in the shadows compared to broad daylight—just a sleek silver form slipping through the flow of cars like a hushed mystery on tires.

The crisp night breeze struck me right after leaving the van's flawless climate control. I stepped inside and made my way to the office where I was sure they'd be, since Catherine and Dominique always stuck to the action—late as it was, with departure plans set for Paris and every other woman in my world lounging in a high-tech vehicle outside, eager for them to ditch their work obsession for even five straight minutes.

And —

Her hair was shorter now.

She sported a black-and-white outfit that mixed blazer with corset—a strapless black top adorned with white geometric patterns over the chest, one arm sheathed in a lengthy black opera glove while the other stayed exposed, a white blazer dangling from one shoulder as though her figure had shrugged it away.

She resembled a blade outfitted for an art gallery debut.

Catherine Reynolds had reached her fifties. I'd known that fact since our first encounter—and back then, she'd already appeared as if in her forties. She challenged her years through superior genes, strict routines, and the elite care available to those with her kind of wealth.

Her skin and figure had transformed exactly like those of my other women. It was obvious even from across the room—the smoothness, the radiance, how light didn't merely strike her features but lingered there as if it was meant to stay.

The subtle lines tracing her neck, which had hinted at age even when her face concealed it—vanished.

She appeared thirty-two. Perhaps even thirty. A lady meant to age with elegance was reversing time instead, and the reversal showed no signs of halting.

seed.

My women were undergoing profound changes.

Yet I'd shared daily life with those shifts—observing them creep along in the tiniest increments—so subtle that my vision adapted, turning the wonder into everyday scenery.

A full week of the Divine Seed operating freely on a woman beyond my constant presence caused the alterations to crash over me in a rush. Like emerging from pitch blackness into searing daylight.

Dominique positioned herself near the window in a white satin gown that hugged her curves as if liquid-poured and left to set.

A daring neckline plunged into a deep V, secured by slender straps weaving between her breasts, a tiny gold pendant nestled precisely at the fabric's meeting point with skin.

A gold choker encircled her neck. Gold hoops dangled from her ears. A heavy braid cascaded over one shoulder, secured at the tip with a delicate red item.

She seemed plucked from a dream I hadn't dreamed before—but one I'd chase nightly from now on.

Her skin had evolved from lovely to impossible, the sort of flawlessness that screamed photo editing, yet she stood there in flesh and blood, with the room's light confirming every detail.

My seed was performing miracles beyond simply impregnating my women and my mom.