Demonic Po*nstar System

Chapter 184: Faith

And just like that, the embarrassment and shock melted into something else entirely: need, hunger, acceptance, and a bright blush rising against her cheeks as she leaned forward, lower lip caught between her teeth and purring deep enough to rumble the water. Her thighs rubbed together with barely-contained desire as her voice came out breathy.

”Am I... a bother?”

Kaiden didn’t answer right away. He reached out, hand gliding through the steamy air before settling atop her head, into her lush, damp black hair, now clinging to her temples and shoulders.

He stroked her slowly.

”No. Of course you’re not.”

At that endearing aura of his and while looking into her master’s deep eyes, the purring intensified.

Her eyes fluttered, tail curling tightly around one of his calves underwater. She leaned into the touch, practically bumping her head into his palm like a spoiled kitten that needed more, her ears twitching with delight. Each time he rubbed the top of her head, she gave a tiny hop in the water—barely a splash, just a happy bounce—showing how she simply couldn’t help it. Her body was acting on its own.

Her hands began to travel upward, fingers exploring the muscle of his thighs with reverent slowness.

Meanwhile, the stream chat had gone utterly feral.

- General McCallahan: What the actual hell is going on right now? I just left a dungeon and was recommended to watch this stream. Is this supposed to be some kind of emergency broadcast or...?

The chat briefly stuttered, then exploded. It was as if someone had thrown gasoline on an already raging fire. Thousands of new users were pouring in by the second, some of whom paid the Verified Membership tax of 10 Chronos immediately upon entry.

And now even government feeds were quietly boosting the stream.

- 🦊VixieHex, Monster Domme VTuber: It’s not an emergency, tin-man. Unless you count a goddess in heat about to get dicked down by the hottest sweetiepie alive as a global crisis. Welcome to the show~

- General McCallahan: ... What the hell kind of op is this?!

- Captain Tavares: They dropped this into the military onboarding list? No way.

- Arjun07: Same here! I opened my Awakened Media tab during my break, and this was the top recommended link!

And just like that, world leaders, warlords, influencers, scientists, run-of-the-mill citizens... they stared, baffled and fascinated. Because deep down, they were wondering the same thing.

Are they really going to do it?

Here? Now? In front of us all?

Surely not, right? Surely even the Harem King had limits?

But Bastet didn’t care. Her smile was of the kind that made even the holiest of men not think twice about sinning. She leaned closer to his crotch, inhaling his cock’s manly scent until her lungs could intake no more.

Her soft gasps mingled with increasingly sultry purrs. When she nuzzled into Kaiden’s touch again, her ears flicked once, then settled in sheer contentment.

Cute.

Elegant.

Dangerously seductive.

At the other side of the tub, the spat between Nyx and Luna had gone utterly silent.

They glanced at each other now, like warriors laying down arms not in defeat, but in mutual understanding. A smirk tugged at Nyx’s lips first. Luna followed, rolling her eyes with a snort before grinning back.

Both turned to look at Aria.

The Moon Valkyrie, cheerful, loving, and fiercely possessive of Kaiden, was watching the scene with a serene smile. There was a flicker of tension in her chest—of course there was. But Bastet wasn’t just another pretty face aiming to take her man away. Kaiden had chosen all of them, feline included.

And so Aria chose, too. Chose to be proud. Chose to trust. Chose to smile—genuinely—as her moonlit eyes sparkled with affection not only for Kaiden, but the beautiful chaos surrounding him.

The Valkyries’ gazes met again.

There was no jealousy toward the sole female who was to bask in their lover during this event. No envy. Instead, an unspoken laugh passed between them.

They knew why Kaiden was doing this.

It wasn’t just pleasure or love. He wasn’t a hopeless exhibitionist who couldn’t get going unless millions were watching.

It was the System.

The Demonic Pornstar System was a tactical, profit-driven power engine. In order to rank up, Kaiden needed to generate income and captivate more viewers, especially female fans.

But here’s the small print: only erotic content he produced counted toward his system stats. Not interviews. Not Q&As. Not even purring in lap streams.

So this wasn’t indulgence. Kaiden wasn’t just pleasing Bastet. He was playing the entire world.

And it was working.

They could already see it. The viewer count rising by millions. Copious amount of Chronos flooding in from sovereign nations, black-market guilds, and corporations alike. And to make the System count the Chronos and views they receive during the stream, there was only one thing Kaiden had to do.

The Valkyries chuckled quietly to themselves.

Nyx stretched her arms behind her head, smug as ever. Luna’s predatory eyes gleamed at the chat messages her mind showed her like a lioness watching an antelope from the cover of tall grass. Aria, ever the emotional moonbeam, simply beamed at the pair in the pool. Bastet’s growing boldness, Kaiden’s quiet dominance... it made her heart flutter, even as the ever-possessive part of her brain whispered complaints. But that voice was small now, drowned out by joy.

She was proud of him. Of them. Of what they were all building together.

Because really... how couldn’t they be proud?

They weren’t just Kaiden’s lovers.

They were his fiercest allies.

His co-conspirators in madness and miracles.

His ride-or-die champions, willing to fight, bleed, or tease the heavens themselves for his sake.

So, how could they feel anything but butterflies in their chests as he stood on the verge of greatness once again? How could they not feel a little giddy watching the whole world throw open their wallets, eyes wide, cheeks flushed, all for their man and the secrets he held?

It wasn’t just that he was about to make a fortune. It wasn’t just that he’d gain power using this extremely unorthodox method.

It was how he did it.

With confidence. With heart. With a grin that defied kings and a hunger that devoured fate.

So now, as Bastet leaned further into him and the crowd of global elites watched, the Valkyries watched too.

Not with shame or jealousy stemming from the fact that they had to share their man.

But with unshakable pride.

Because just as the mythic Valkyries once watched Odin, Allfather of War, lead his armies from the front, not from safety, but from the trenches, soaked in glory and danger alike... Now, they watched their Kaiden.

Not as a god.

But as theirs.

Not with reverence.

But with something more enduring.

Faith.

Faith that he would rise.

Faith that he would thrive.

Faith that no matter what the world threw at him, he would laugh, flex, and overcome.

Because Kaiden wasn’t just leading a harem.

He was secretly building the greatest superpower the world had ever seen while others assumed he was just a young brat messing around.

And they—Nyx, Luna, Aria—weren’t just watching from the sidelines.

They were right beside him, ready to support him should he need their help.

Always.

And now, it was time to make history once again!