Demonic Po*nstar System

Chapter 651: Chaotic Morning

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[Name: Kaiden Grey]

[Rank: 3 – Star]

[Class: Paragon of Sin]

[Level: 50 → 51 | XP: 1,246,300 / 51,000,000]

[Stats]

Vitality: 138 → 143

Strength: 158 → 166

Agility: 157 → 164

Endurance: 151 → 156

Mana: 139 → 141

Magic: 138 → 141

[Skills]

[Silent Casting] (obsolete – integrated)

[Omni Cock] (SSS-tier)

[Monster Girl Subjugator] (S-tier)

[Combat Drift] (A-tier)

[Harem Vision] (D-tier)

[Remove Her Inhibitions] (E-tier)

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Kaiden stared at the numbers.

Level 51.

Seven days ago, he’d been sitting at level 50 with stats in the 130s and 150s. Now his Strength sat at 166. Agility at 164. Endurance had climbed to 156. Even his weaker stats had ticked upward.

Thirty stat points in one level.

The reason was simple. Skill points scaled with the difficulty of what you killed. A level 50 awakened farming level 50 monsters earned baseline progression, averaging about ten points per level.

But a level 50 awakened killing level 68s, 70s, 71s? The system rewarded that aggressiveness with multiplied returns. Every kill in the mountain range had fed him double, triple what he’d have earned in the safer locations.

This was the reward for being ahead of the curve. By fighting above his level, he gained stats faster, which let him fight even further above his level, which fed him even more stats. The gap between him and the safe-grinders widened with every passing day.

It was also the reason awakened combatants who farmed monsters below their level were looked down upon. They weren’t just being cautious. They were actively stunting their growth, choosing comfort over progress, settling for a trickle when a river was available to anyone willing to risk the current.

That said, being reckless wasn’t good either. When your journey ended before it even truly began, well, that was a travesty.

That’s why Kaiden had never tried to fight highly above his level before. He’d been careful, methodical.

But that was before the bottleneck.

Before the Manifestations.

Before Wrath, Gluttony, and Pride became extensions of his body rather than borrowed tricks he cycled through.

It was time to speed things up. To ascend.

And the best part?

He looked at the women draped across him in various states of post-sleep warmth.

He was not alone in this. Every single one of his girls had gained a Manifestation power of their own. Storm, Moon, Space, Dominion, Carnage. They were keeping up with him, growing alongside him, their ceilings rising in tandem with his.

His investment distribution had been calculated.

Fifteen points into Strength and Agility combined, because the mountain range punished anything less.

The Matriarchs hit like collapsing buildings, and the Stalkers moved fast enough to punish hesitation.

The remaining fifteen spread across Endurance, Vitality, Mana, and Magic. Endurance because the mountain range was a marathon. Vitality because his regeneration scaled with it, and the deeper they pushed, the more damage he’d be eating. Mana and Magic took the smallest share, but every point mattered. Pride’s battlefield control was mana-intensive, and Alice’s Conduit Integration amplified his magical output proportionally to his base stat. Every point in Magic multiplied through her.

The numbers glowed above him, and Kaiden felt the familiar thrill of progress made tangible.

Something stirred.

Aria giggled.

”No wonder Kai was studying economics,” she murmured against his hip, her breath warm through the fabric.

”Big numbers make monkey brain go boom,” Nyx giggled beside her, the sound soft and sly, and then two mouths found his throbbing lower half at the same time.

Aria’s tongue was slow and loving, feeling like a careful girl whose main goal was not only to make him feel like he was in heaven, but also to taste her boyfriend to her heart’s content.

She traced him with the patience of a woman savoring a meal, her silver hair spilling across his thigh as she worked her way from base to tip with languid, worshipful kisses and licks. Her eyes were half-lidded, content, the same serene expression she wore when moonlight gathered in her palms.

Nyx was different. Precise. Her tongue found the spots that made his breath hitch and stayed there, applying pressure with the tactical efficiency of a woman who had mapped every nerve ending and memorized the results. She licked in tandem with Aria, ensuring the neurons in the monkey brain not only stayed active but went into overdrive.

Kaiden kept his eyes on the stat window.

Tried to.

The analysis continued. Barely.

His growth trajectory was...

Aria swirled her tongue around his tip and hummed.

It was as if the girls were trying to see if they could bring him out of his thinking with their tongues.

...significant. If he maintained this pace through the remainder of the competition...

Nyx took him deep, her throat working around him before pulling back and letting Aria resume.

...the remainder of the... right.

Bastet shifted beside him. The tanned kitten’s golden eyes opened slowly, taking in the scene with the unhurried assessment of a queen surveying her domain. She said nothing. She simply leaned down, her lips finding his chest, her tongue dragging a slow, hot line across his nipple. Her hand came up to stroke along his jaw, fingers tracing the edge of his bone structure with possessive tenderness.

Calypso mirrored her from the other side. The demoness’s mouth closed around his other nipple, suckling with the same enthusiasm she’d brought to everything else this morning. Her fingers threaded through his hair, nails dragging lightly across his scalp as she pressed her body against his arm, her breasts warm and heavy against his bicep.

Two mouths below. Two mouths above. Eight hands between them, touching, stroking, claiming.

Kaiden’s stat window flickered as his concentration wavered.

”Ah, screw it!” Luna’s voice erupted from her blanket fortress. The gamer girl flung the covers off and sat up, purple hair a disaster, eyes blazing with the specific fury of someone who had tried very hard to ignore the chorus of wet, slutty sounds surrounding her and had failed. ”If you can’t beat ’em...”

She rolled between his legs with the practiced efficiency of a woman who had done this many, many times before, shouldered Aria and Nyx apart just enough to make room, and buried her face against his sack.

Her mouth was warm. Aggressive. She sucked and licked with the competitive energy of a gamer who refused to let anyone else have the highest contribution score, her tongue working over him while Aria and Nyx continued their assault above.

Five mouths. Five women. The stat window was a lost cause.

But Kaiden Grey was not a quitter.

His willpower itself trembled as he swiped the display, navigating past the combat stats with the focus of a man clinging to consciousness by sheer force of will. Luna did something with her mouth - something that might’ve included extremely loud slurping noises - that nearly made him black out, and Aria chose that exact moment to take him to the hilt, but he held on.

He needed to see the other numbers.

The ones that mattered to his system. The ones that had nothing to do with Strength, Agility, or any stat a normal awakened would care about.

The Demonic Pornstar System didn’t run on combat metrics.

It ran on clout.

Fangirl, Views, Income...

Kaiden’s eyes went wide at what he saw.

Luna’s tongue curled.

Calypso bit his nipple.

Nyx swallowed him whole.

He came so hard his vision went white.