Demonic Po*nstar System

Chapter 822: Small-Chested But Proud!

”You absolute sluts...” she said, and it came out as admiration. ”I thought we got naked to be eye-candies, not to wash him with our tits!”

”Eye-candies?” Bastet scoffed. ”If Master is within arm’s reach, I want him to feel my warmth... I want him to smell like me!” she decreed, sniffing, and smiling happily because despite the water and the soap, her nostrils noted that she was starting to mark her territory, even if weakly.

”...”

Luna watched the three of them for another moment, soaped-up bodies gliding against Kaiden, and then she made the mistake of checking the chat.

— QueenBeeStinger: Luna just standing there with a towel lmaooo

— ThirstyDemon99: girl it’s okay not everyone is built for full service 😭

— CurvyGoddess: too small? 🤭

— StarryNightCrush: mission impossible for the storm gremlin 💀💀

”Hah?”

Reading those comments, every competitive instinct in Luna’s body fired at once, and her lips pressed into a line that anyone who’d ever played a game against her would’ve recognized as the last expression they saw before losing.

”Too small?” she scoffed, and the harrumph that followed could’ve rattled the dungeon walls.

She tossed the towel, grabbed the bar of soap, and looked directly into the stream.

”Internet wife,” she called out as she worked the lather between her hands, then brought both palms to her chest and spread it across her petite tits in slow, confident circles that turned every inch of glistening skin into a show that had nothing to apologize for and everything to prove.

”If I give my man a good tit-washing that he enjoys without a shadow of a doubt, you time out every last one of those trash-talking bitches.” Her fingers trailed soap down her sternum while her purple eyes held the camera without flinching. ”Note their names down.”

— KaidensWife (mod): 🫡

— CurvyGoddes: wait

— ThirstyDemon99: oh no

— StarryNightCrush: ...shit

Luna leaned her soaped-up chest against Kaiden’s arm and scrubbed with a sensuality that turned every pass of her petite frame against his skin into a competitive statement, and the grin on her face was pure earned satisfaction, until her fingers found what the grime had been hiding and the grin went quiet.

Cuts, bruising, dried blood that wasn’t ichor.

”We were at the chokehold with Scarlet and five fighters,” she muttered, scrubbing slower, ”and this guy went into the Mire with two people.”

Her words might’ve been harsh, but her actions were anything but. She treated him with extreme and uncharacteristic tenderness.

Where soap revealed wounds, softness gave way to hands.

”That’s right~ Darling is a real man among men. The best of the best!” Calypso declared proudly, and found the bruising along his spine and worked salve into the tissue with firm, careful fingers.

”We need to get strong quick...” Bastet alternated between her warm body gliding along his side and her tanned palms pressing medicine into the deep damage at his hip.

”Working on it~” Nyx rubbed ointment into his wrist burns with her thumbs while the rest of her stayed against his torso, her curves doing the cleaning her hands were too busy for.

”Stop yapping and let him relax!” Luna found the gash on his ribs, peeled the last crust from the wound’s edge, gripped the embedded chitin shard between two fingers and pulled.

The wet sound made Bastet’s ears flatten. Luna packed the wound and spread salve with her fingertips while the rest of her stayed warm at his side.

Heavenly softness for the surface, precise hands where the medicine needed to go.

Aria watched the four of them for exactly long enough to decide.

She pulled back from his shoulder, stripped in one smooth motion, and poured the remaining healing potion across her own breasts before leaning against him from the front, her silver hair spilling across his collarbone, the soft weight of her chest working the potion into the sealed fracture with a pressure so firm and so achingly gentle that his eyes closed on their own.

”Let me take care of you the way you deserve,” she whispered against his skin.

The room went quiet.

The banter and the laughter and Luna’s competitive energy all bled away at once, until the only sound left was the slow, wet slide of soaped skin on his.

Kaiden leaned back into Calypso’s chest and let his weight settle.

Her arms tightened around him on instinct, the full, hot press of her breasts flush across his shoulder blades as she took him, and the sigh that left him traveled through his whole body. Her red skin was slick and scorching against his back, her tail curling lazy around his thigh, and she held him like she held everything she’d chosen to keep.

Five women moved against him in silence, and the room narrowed to sensation.

The soft press of Aria’s chest working potion into his shoulder from the front, her breathing warm along his collarbone.

Nyx’s curves sliding across his stomach in passes that cleaned and lingered in equal measure, her thumbs still circling the friction burns at his wrists.

Bastet’s tanned body gliding along his ribs, her tail brushing his hip in languid strokes that had stopped pretending to be medicine. Luna’s petite frame against his arm, small and fierce and impossibly gentle, her fingertips smoothing salve into the sealed gash while her soaped breasts did the rest.

The wet sounds of them filled the silence, slow and rhythmic, skin on skin with soap and oil between, five bodies shifting against his in a cadence that was part healing, part worship, and entirely theirs.

”Haaah...” He felt the fracture knitting closed under Aria’s potion. Felt the bruising fade beneath Calypso’s heat. Felt the salve pulling inflammation out of wounds he’d been ignoring for two hours, and somewhere underneath all of it, something else was mending that had nothing to do with bones or blood.

Utter bliss. The Paragon of Sin let himself be held, and for the first time since the duel began, the tension left his body completely.

The chat, and a certain fiery redhead who’d gone awfully silent a few minutes ago, couldn’t believe what they were seeing.