Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs Chapter 9: Digital Wingman
Me:
I hit send and wait for the AI to process what is possibly the most pathetic request in ChatGPT history.
ChatGPT:
Oh, you sweet, naive artificial intelligence. If only you knew about the floating video game interface that’s currently ruining my life.
Me:
ChatGPT:
God, even the AI is lecturing me about authenticity. This is like getting life advice from Siri.
Me:
ChatGPT:
That’s... actually not terrible advice. But I need specifics.
Me:
I lean back in my chair, pretending to take notes while Mrs. Henderson explains something about steam engines. Around me, kids are either actually paying attention (nerds) or scrolling through social media (everyone else). I catch Madison Torres glancing at me from two rows over, which is definitely new behavior.
ChatGPT:
That’s... surprisingly strategic thinking from a computer program. But then the AI continues:
ChatGPT:
Shit. I’ve been too honest with my digital therapist.
Me:
ChatGPT:
I glance around the classroom and spot Lea three seats ahead of me, taking notes like she’s transcribing the fucking Constitution. Her hair is in that messy bun, she’s wearing an oversized sweater that makes her look soft and approachable.
She’s also the only girl in this class who hasn’t stared at my crotch today, which is either refreshing or concerning.
Me:
ChatGPT:
That’s... actually pretty smooth. For an AI that doesn’t have hormones or the constant fear of rejection.
The bell rings, and students start packing up their shit. I watch Lea carefully organizing her notes into color-coded folders because of course she does.
Me:
ChatGPT:
I close the chat and stand up, my heart doing that thing where it tries to escape through my throat. Time to see if artificial intelligence can actually help me complete whatever the hell this system mission is supposed to be.
Lea’s still at her desk, writing something in her planner like she’s scheduling world domination.
Here goes nothing.