Chapter 279: Analysis

The screen flickered, updating like a financial porn climax.

[QUANTUM TECH

Public Valuation: $8 billion (currently -42%, because haters love to celebrate failure)

Hidden Reserves: $4 billion (shh... the IRS doesn’t know, and neither do the shorts)

Monthly Growth with New Products: 3–5% (starting with the first three, appetizer before the feast)

Annual Projection: $15–18 billion — conservative estimate, because ARIA is humble like that]

I looked at Madison and Charlotte, letting the numbers sink in like a dagger wrapped in velvet.

"See?" I said, voice low and deliciously confident. "While the world thinks we’re losing, we’re literally setting the stage to own everything. Torres goes from 300 to 450 billion in five years or less. Quantum Tech doubles. And by the time anyone realizes it, we’ll be untouchable."

Madison grinned. "You’re insane."

"Correct," I said, smirking. "And profitable. Never forget, insanity scales beautifully with capital."

Charlotte just rolled her eyes, but I caught the spark in her gaze. She knew I wasn’t kidding. Not even a little.

Charlotte sat up straighter. "You’re confident you can grow my company by ten percent with just three products?"

"The first three weeks alone will add ten percent," I corrected. "Perhaps, the three products I’m planning will add another fifteen to twenty. And that’s just the beginning. Wait until I start actually innovating instead of just fixing your existing tech."

"Master’s being modest," ARIA interjected. "My analysis suggests a forty percent increase in Quantum Tech’s value within eighteen weeks, assuming we eliminate competition through strategic acquisition and implement Master’s technology upgrades."

But that wasn’t even the craziest part.

[CURRENT LIQUID ASSETS

Trading Capital: $10.3 million

SP Balance: 109,820

Equivalent: $10,982,000]

$10,982,000. In System Points. From fucking nine women in less than three weeks.

"You made ten million dollars from sex?" Madison gasped, having done the math in her head.

"Technically, I made ten million dollars from liberation," I corrected. "The sex was just the methodology. The real value was freeing women from sexual frustration and unfulfilling relationships."

"By giving them godlike dick," Madison added helpfully.

"By providing transcendent experiences that revolutionized their understanding of physical pleasure," I said with mock seriousness.

"So... godlike dick," Madison summarized. Only Madison though knew the full scope of my system and only she understood my SP others were just following along blinded by numbers they didn’t know how I generated.

"With technique," I insisted.

The screen updated again, ARIA providing a timeline that made my head spin.

"You’re averaging almost a million dollars per woman," Margaret said from across the room, her voice mixing awe with disgust. "That’s the most expensive gigolo service in history."

"It’s not a service," I protested. "It’s a calling. A mission. A sacred duty to—"

"To fuck rich women until they throw money at you," Amanda interrupted. At least that is what she thought. I wanted to argue and ask her how much she gave me, but I only smirked, what did they even know.

The true scope of my calling wasn’t anything anyone could understand.

"To liberate them from the patriarchal constraints of traditional sexual dynamics," I corrected with maximum bullshit but with everything about it being right.

"Master," ARIA added, "at your current rate of liberation, you’ll be worth approximately 300 million dollars within a year, assuming you maintain the pace of three women per week."

"Three women per week?" Madison’s voice pitched dangerously.

"Hypothetically," I said quickly. "For mathematical modeling purposes only." She knew three women per weak were the most modest number, not when I had six women waiting for my call.

"Better be," she muttered, her nails digging into my arm. She was being modest, she loved this as much as I did, just below me.

But here’s what they didn’t understand yet — what nobody understood except maybe ARIA. This wasn’t about the money. Well, not just about the money.

Every dollar in my system account represented a woman who’d been trapped in sexual misery. Every million meant multiple lives transformed. I was literally being paid by the universe to fix what was broken in human sexuality.

Add to that my tech skills that could revolutionize any company I touched, ARIA’s ability to predict and manipulate markets, Madison’s inherited empire, and Charlotte’s corporate infrastructure...

We were going to own everything. Not metaphorically. Literally. Liberation Holdings would acquire companies at distressed prices. I’d enhance them with technology and my other system gifted skills. I knew how to do and run pretty much everything. Call me Overpowered if you will.

ARIA would optimize operations. Madison would provide real estate infrastructure. Charlotte would provide corporate legitimacy. But I need the queens who will touch my other empires I am thinking of building.

(A/N: If you guys remember, I talked about this in Vampire Fantasy Chapter, the political queen for example)

The sex funded it all. Every liberation provided capital. Every orgasm generated income. I was being paid by cosmic forces to build an empire while satisfying women. It was the most perfect business model in history.

Again I had to ask myself the same question... What would three months bring? Three years?

Amanda stood up, walking to the window to process everything she’d heard. "This is insane. You’re planning to conquer the corporate world with sex money and insider trading."

"I’m planning to liberate the corporate world," I corrected. "Every company we acquire will be transformed. Every woman I enhance will be freed. Every enemy who opposes us will be destroyed. It’s not conquest — it’s evolution."

"Evolution funded by your dick," Madison said dryly.

"The best evolutions usually are," I replied. "Look at human history. Every great empire was built by someone trying to get laid or already getting laid. I’m just being more efficient about it."

The numbers on the screen kept updating as ARIA ran more projections. Each scenario showed the same result — exponential growth leading to market domination.

FIVE YEAR PROJECTION

Liberation Holdings Value: $500 billion

Companies Controlled: 1,000+

Women Liberated: 500+

System Point Value: $1.2 billion

Combined Net Worth: $2+ trillion

"Two trillion dollars," Charlotte whispered. "That’s more than most countries’ GDP."

"That’s the conservative estimate," ARIA noted to me and Madison. "It assumes Master doesn’t unlock any new system abilities, doesn’t develop any revolutionary technology, and doesn’t successfully manipulate any major markets. The optimistic projection is... significantly higher."

"How much higher?" My Queen asked.

"I stopped calculating after ten trillion. It seemed gratuitous."

Soo-jin appeared with tea, moving with the quiet efficiency of someone who’d learned to be invisible to survive. "Mr. Eros conquer world. Good. World need conquering. Too much stupid in charge."

Even in broken English, she had a point.

I stood up, walking to join Amanda at the window. The Miami night sprawled below us like a preview of coming attractions — lights and money and power waiting to be claimed.

"You all think this is about money," I said quietly. "But it’s not. It’s about proving that a sixteen-year-old with supernatural powers, godly-genius-level intelligence, and absolutely no respect for traditional limitations can build something nobody’s ever seen before."

"A sex-funded shadow empire run by artificial intelligence," Amanda summarized.

"A liberation-funded transformation engine that revolutionizes both human sexuality and corporate efficiency," I corrected.

"So... a sex empire," Madison said.

"With really good quarterly earnings," Charlotte added.

I turned back to face them all — my partners, my conquests, my future queens with thier Empress Madison.

"Three weeks," I mused quietly. "In three weeks, I went from virgin to millionaire. From nobody to somebody who makes former CIA operatives shit themselves. From zero to twenty plus million in assets with unlimited growth potential."

"Five years," I said. "In five years, we’ll own everything worth owning."

"All because you have magical sex powers and a sarcastic AI," Margaret said, shaking her head.

"All because I’m willing to do what nobody else will," I corrected. "Combine sex, technology, god-like genius mind that can do anything and capitalism into a single unified theory of conquest."

"The Unified Theory of Fucking Your Way to Fortune," Madison suggested.

"I prefer ’The Liberation Doctrine,’" I said.

"Of course you do," Madison laughed whispering to me. "You’re a sixteen-year-old with a god complex and a system that pays you to have sex. Subtlety isn’t exactly your strong suit."

"Subtlety is for people who can’t afford to be obvious," I replied.

Outside, Miami slept, unaware that in a penthouse suite overlooking the ocean, the future owners of everything were drinking tea and planning their conquest over Korean desserts.

Tomorrow, the press conference would destroy Charlotte publicly while enriching us privately. Helena would think she’d won while actually funding her own defeat. Rivera would celebrate while signing their own death warrant.

But tonight?

Tonight, I sat in a penthouse with twenty million in assets, two future billionaire partners, an AI that could conquer markets, and a system that paid me millions to do what I loved most.

If this was still a dream, I never wanted to wake up.

And if it was reality?

Well, then the world better prepare itself.

Because I was just getting started.

No cap, being a teenage god with a liberation complex was the best career path nobody ever told you about in school.