Demonic Po*nstar System

Chapter 183: Nuclear Threat

Supreme Commander Il-Gon of the Democratic People’s Republic of Korea has become a Verified Supporter of Valhalla’s Sinners.

”...Wait.”

”Huh?”

A message followed, marked with a blinking red flag and diplomatic override.

- 🇰🇵SupremeCommanderIlGon: She... she meowed in my wife’s dialect. Her purring... it is the voice of my lost beloved, Panthwae. I shall sell 101% of our national rice storage to ask one glorious question. Confirm if she still remembers... my name.

All that remained of the chat was silence. Ashes of disbelief.

Kaiden sat calmly at the edge of the tub, one hand stroking Bastet’s ears, the other her thighs. His Valkyries stood like smug statues around the tub, offering three extra POVs for the viewers using Kaiden’s shared skill, [Harem Vision].

As the last message settled down in the minds of all who saw it, a whisper passed between kings, warlords, and VTubers alike: ”The lunatic is here...”

- 🇰🇵SupremeCommanderIlGon: So... does she purr my name?

- 🦊VixieHex, Monster Domme VTuber: Shut it, you fat loser! Of course she purrs, can’t you hear it?! Just not your name, but this young stud’s!

- Keisha Blaze: We have many more important questions to ask, so please let’s not waste any time playing games.

- Dr. Elias Roht: Enough. The rice baron grieves a ghost. Your wife has been dead for nearly a decade, her vocal cords rot in a sealed tomb. What you heard was not longing. It was dominance vocalization paired with reward-based conditioning. A feline asserting ownership over her master.

- 🇰🇵SupremeCommanderIlGon: You heretic dog! Speak of my beloved Panthwae again, and I shall fire twenty missiles into the Pacific, just to see which one destiny guides to your doorstep!

- Dr. Elias Roht: By all means, Supreme Commander, flatten the ocean. Perhaps your grief will turn to steam and take a more rational shape. I have endured divine lightning, three exorcisms, and even one tenure review. I am unbothered.

- Dr. Elias Roht: But it is true that she mewed. She allowed proximity. She curled her tail without resistance. The implications are catastrophic.

- 🇰🇵SupremeCommanderIlGon: The day will come when your labs burn under the iron banners of the Eternal Kingdom! I will clone my wife from ash!

- Dr. Elias Roht: Fascinating. Please do. I’d like to run behavioral compatibility tests between the resurrected husk of your marital delusion and a common alley cat.

The North Korean dictator stopped responding after that, perhaps busy looking for a handkerchief and his favorite burger chef.

That was when the mad scientist... began. Truly began.

- Dr. Elias Roht: Very well. The time for courtship delusions has passed. We enter the data-collection phase.

- Dr. Elias Roht: Specimen Kaiden: During tactile exchange with the subject, particularly during grooming, pre-coital alignment, or nuzzling, did the subject emit any glandular compounds indicative of matriarchal territorial imprinting?

- Dr. Elias Roht: Specifically, were there trace elements of iron, ambergris, or colloidal silver detected in your dermal residue or ambient moisture?

- Dr. Elias Roht: Do not lie. I’ll know if you do.

Despite the threats of a nuclear tyrant and the rantings of an evolutionary heretic, Kaiden didn’t part his lips to respond. He sat at the edge of the steaming tub, listening to Bastet’s increasingly satisfied purrs due to his hand movements. Her golden eyes were half-lidded, tail lazily flicking around his wrist, entirely unbothered by the frenzy erupting in the global chat and the many questions sent their way.

- Samar El-Dari, Dungeon Safari Host: Question for the monster girl! In her opinion, in the event of a surprise ambush, is there a secret method we humans aren’t aware of that would allow us to buy the loyalty of the monsters, or at least help us avoid combat with them?

- Chef Yuko Saijima, Monster Cuisine Pioneer: Lady Bastet, is it true that elder feline monsters know where the ’umami glands’ grow in lesser beasts?

- Elon Reinhold, CEO of PulseNet: Alright, listen. Just name your number, boy. Whatever you think is fair, I’ll triple it. I’ll throw in a yacht, a satellite, hell, a lunar timeshare if that’s what it takes. I want the cat. No, I need the cat. And I just so happen to always get what I want. So let’s not make this difficult. What’s the buyout clause?

- 🦊VixieHex, Monster Domme VTuber: Alright, you smug milk-thief with a handsome face, tell me. Does she get vocal when you put it in, even after your first time? Because every time I mount a monster boy, they go limp instantly as if their instincts short-circuit the moment I take control. I have to inject them with enough stamina boosters to wake a wyvern nest, and even then, I’m doing all the work while they whimper and try to throw me off. I’ve never gone for monster girls as that’s just not my style. Too much grooming, not enough growling. But after watching that video you posted? She wasn’t even hostile. She purred as if she wanted it. So what’s the magic trick, Kaiden? What’s the chemical, the tone, the freakin’ aura that gets monsters to beg instead of bolt? Because I’m done breaking hips just to get five good minutes of monster cock. Tell me!

”Damn...” Nyx muttered with her pink eyes staring at the live chat. ”That woman’s got no brakes. Just full throttle degeneracy in front of millions.”

Luna let out a loud snort of laughter from the opposite end of the tub. ”Someone’s even more freaky than you, huh, Bimbo? Must be a first,” she teased, voice honeyed with amusement.

”Excuse me?” Nyx asked with a raise of her brows, lips curling in a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. ”Please remind me... which of us has an entire shelf of dildos in her possession?”

Luna’s eyes snapped wide open at the Space Valkyrie’s words. She couldn’t believe Nyx dared to bring that topic up in front of such a large audience. ”I don’t use them anymore!” she hissed.

”Anymore, she says! You mean since Kaiden started giving you the real thing?”

As the two fierce kittens bickered, claws only barely sheathed behind teasing jabs and smug smiles, the world’s attention was torn, half of it hypnotized by the Valkyrie catfight, the other fixated on the serene storm unfolding between Kaiden and Bastet.

While Luna and Nyx traded personal embarrassments at full volume, Kaiden remained unshaken. Still seated at the edge of the steaming pool, his hand moved. His fingertips slowly traveled up the inside of Bastet’s supple thighs, following the slick warmth of steam and feline softness, until they brushed gently against her black panties, her only standing barrier separating Kaiden from her most precious place.

The moment contact was made, Bastet’s purr deepened. It wasn’t merely louder—it was richer, sultrier. Her tail began stroking his hand, not to stop him, but to savor the taste.

In the corner of the screen, chat reactions exploded, but Kaiden didn’t flinch.

He leaned in, his voice low and smooth.

”Are you hungry?” he asked.

Bastet’s golden eyes slowly opened. No hesitation. No fear. Only heat, and the flicker of something possessive behind her gaze. She looked up at him, and her smile bloomed, brilliant and eager.

”I’ve been waiting a long time...”

With a graceful twist of her body, Bastet slipped down from his lap, her legs parting the surface of the water as she sank into the pool. She emerged in front of him, water cascading down her curves as she faced Kaiden, now eye-level with the outline of his growing cock behind the wet fabric of his swim trunks.

She didn’t speak. She didn’t need to. Her hands rose, resting just above his knees, inching closer and closer every passing moment.

”A long time? Bastet... It hasn’t even been a day,” Kaiden mused with a little smirk.

”!!”

The Ra-Blessed Felinid’s eyes snapped wide. Her ears twitched. Her tail fluffed in a minor puff of embarrassment as the realization hit her: it hadn’t even been twenty-four hours. She looked downright scandalized, her pupils wide, mouth agape.

But only for a moment.

As in the next moment, she blinked many times, debating a bit inwardly. Then she just shrugged her shoulders.

’So what?’ her body language said. ’I’m painfully aware that both my heart and body had already been conquered by this man... There’s no need to keep up a dignified air of pretense around him... For I fear he knows me better than I do...’