Demonic Pornstar System novel Chapter 176

Chapter 176: Maximilian’s Rage

His chest heaved as if he’d just finished running a marathon. His face was beet red. His tailored white suit was clinging to his sweaty skin like a straightjacket.

"That’s better than our record! And we spent billions on ads! BILLIONS!!!" he shrieked, pacing like a lunatic in front of a frozen holographic projection displaying the metrics of the latest viral phenomenon.

The video:

[Taming a Sexy Boss Monster]

Uploader: Valhalla’s Sinners

Views: 342,781,139

Engagement: Off the charts

Income: ...don’t even ask

Maximilian clenched his teeth so hard that it sounded like some bones were cracking.

He could already see the numbers...

Based on his analytics department’s rough—but terrifyingly accurate—calculations, that upstart channel had pulled in at least 400,000 USD in raw, unfiltered profit in just twelve hours.

And that’s what made it so utterly infuriating.

There was no ad spend.

No algorithm boost.

No agency deals.

No celebrity cameos.

No big-name pornstars.

No press tours.

Just a catgirl in heat and a cocky bastard with a camera.

Worse still? There was no company infrastructure behind them.

No shareholders to split profits with.

No stakeholders demanding quarterly reports.

No board meetings, no compliance teams, no legal departments choking ideas before they breathed.

No actors to pay, no editors to credit, no producers to manage the logistics.

Hell, they didn’t even have a video editing department.

From the looks of it, they probably cut and stitched the footage themselves while laughing their asses off.

Not even equipment costs! That was the biggest slap in the face. They were running around in bottom-of-the-barrel, common-rarity gear, like a bunch of goddamn poverty-tier dungeon runners. Their armor was the kind he wouldn’t let his janitors wear.

Maximilian could buy their entire combined arsenal—every piece of scrap metal—in a blink. Hell, he could buy it ten times over just from the resale value of one of his limited edition bathrobes.

But it didn’t matter.

Because they didn’t need gear to win.

They had eyeballs.

They had hype.

They had that filthy, electric, viral magic that no corporate strategist could replicate.

And worst of all?

That "nobody" was now somebody.

A very, very rich somebody.

And Maximilian had a front-row seat to his own empire being threatened by a man who didn’t owe a single soul a damn thing.

It made his blood boil in places he didn’t know blood could reach.

"That rat-dicked little parasite is making half a million dollars by raw-dogging a cat monster and calling it content?!"

Maximilian’s voice cracked with disbelief. His hand trembled around the stem of a thousand-dollar crystal wine glass until it shattered in his grip, blood mixing instantly with the spilled vintage. Shards lodged into his palm, but he didn’t even flinch.

His breath hitched. Then came the scream.

He lunged for the bottle rack and ripped off a long-necked reserve, the label hand-painted by an artisan monk from the Mist Peaks. Worth twenty grand, minimum.

With a choked snarl, he smashed it against the wall so hard the neck embedded into the plaster.

Not enough.

He grabbed another. And another. Bottles rained like bombs across the office. Ruby-red liquid and green shards pooled across the imported marble, painting it like a war zone.

And Maximilian?

Sweating. Bleeding. Screaming.

"Do you know how much we spent to break that record?!" he shrieked at the ceiling like it owed him answers. "Two billion dollars! In ad campaigns, influencer contracts, AI-curated tags, geo-targeted smut marketing! We built a fucking empire to reach those numbers!"

"And that little punk, that nobody with dick cheese and the budget that couldn’t buy him a used condom is pulling half a mil?! He just walks in with a few whores, a cat bitch, and a disgusting boner and gets 340 million views in twelve hours?!"

He kicked over a marble end table. His foot hit it wrong, leading to the toe of his foot cracking sideways. He barely noticed.

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