Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs Chapter 4: The Infirmary’s Unexpected Surprise

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Previously on Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs...
Peter Carter muttered aloud a theory about cosmic balance making Jack Morrison underwhelming in size compared to his own impressive endowment, drawing explosive laughter from the class as phones captured every word. Social media erupted instantly, with classmates sharing the viral moment and predicting Jack's wrath. Jack stormed into the classroom in a rage, spotting Peter and delivering a powerful punch to his head that knocked him unconscious, as Tommy lamented his friend's impending doom.

Okay. So, there's just one spot at Lincoln High that might actually rival the holy haven of the computer lab. And I swear by my shattered phone display, every dude in this school would vouch for it like it's straight from the bible.

The infirmary.

Not merely a health room. Not simply somewhere you head when you pretend to twist your ankle in gym class. Nope. This spot? It's a goddamn altar. A sanctuary. The ultimate sacred territory for any high school guy.

Because whoever on the school board decided this—I have no clue who, but I wish them endless promotions and canonization—made a genius move. They glanced at the applicants and thought, “You know? Let's pick the one guaranteed to trigger a bizarre surge in head knocks, hamstring strains, and 'ongoing chest discomfort' hits among all the boys.”

And that's how they brought on Nurse Valentina Luna.

Let me explain it clearly. This lady is the main cause behind “nurse and student” topping the porn searches on Lincoln High’s network. She's akin to prompting an AI to craft the ultimate scorching Latina nurse, then dialing up the dials to “shatter guys' focus entirely.”

And labeling her a Latina deity really undersells it. Her figure defied all laws of shapes.

Thighs that appeared edited in reality. And that grin? Dude. Her grin could erase your identity, your locker code, your whole self-esteem. As for the scrubs? Sure, they're meant to be baggy and embody “professional healer vibe.”

Yet on her, they seemed sewn by seductive fiends who loathe teenage lads and aim to make us agonize.

Pure agony fashion.

So yes—regaining consciousness here, after Jack Morrison’s steroid-fueled slam hurled my mind into another realm and crumpled me like cheap patio gear, ought to have been like snagging the runner-up prize. Like, fine, my head's all jumbled, but hey, now I've got a legit reason to lounge while she monitors my “signs” and utters terms like “confusion” with those plush lips and that soothing tone.

Prime view of Nurse Luna: The Unfiltered Show.

But something's seriously messing with my eyesight at the moment, and it's totally wrecking my chance to admire the sexiest lady within fifty miles.

Picture this: you come to anticipating gentle glow, ideal curves, and a subtle whiff of vanilla cream... but instead, bizarre drifting script floats right in your view like you've mistakenly triggered Iron Man’s interface in test run.

It hovered. Right there. Black script suspended in the atmosphere like a buggy augmented reality layer, smack in the heart of the world.

I blinked.

It stayed put.

I cautiously lifted my hand, somewhat wishing it was a delusion and this would prove it.

My fingers went straight through.

Smooth. Zero pushback. Zero feel. Pure... nothing.

Which is precisely what you crave after being pummeled into a human punching dummy by an enraged QB. Great. Utterly not freaky in the least.

I attempted once more, flicking my digits as if batting an illusory bug. Identical outcome.

So, yep. Either my concussion had me hallucinating hard, or I'd stumbled into the lamest anime spin-off ever.

And truthfully? Given the heap of system-fantasy, isekai, reincarnation novels, mangas I've devoured in the shadows till 3 AM while munching stale Pop-Tarts... this setup seemed way too fitting for me.

Typical me. Floored by Jack Morrison’s muscle-powered blow and now dreaming up my custom anime storyline.

Sick.

Yeah, that fits. Skull injury thanks to Lincoln High’s star athlete. Wonderful.

But come on, if my brain cells are glitching enough to spawn this detailed vision, why not dive into the madness, huh?

“System...” Yep. Aloud. I uttered it. End me.

“Did you say something, sweetie?” I jerked like I'd been busted viewing adult stuff in a holy place.

There she stood.

Nurse Luna. Her heels tapping like a timer to my embarrassment doom. And man, if she seemed off-limits earlier, now she was outright assaulting clothing limits.

Her raven locks tied in a tail so alluring it tempted me to admit to sins I never did, just to linger. Her scrubs clung like she was in debt to them. She embodied radiance and temptation and the sole barrier stopping me from inventing another ailment.

“Uh—nope. Just, you know... muttering to myself.” Super slick, Peter. Totally slick.

She offered this fretting slight nod of her head—that ideal caregiver expression, full of care and warmth—and I vow my pulse skipped like in a toon.

“Head injuries can lead to confusion,” she murmured softly. “Just relax, alright?”

Got it. Absolutely. Easy peasy. I'll merely chill here, amid buggy airborne text and fantasies about a lady who's duty-bound to flag me to authorities if I glance amiss.

Perfectly ordinary Tuesday.

Brain wreck, longing, and odd futuristic delusions.

Welcome to existence.

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