Demonic Pornstar System novel Chapter 183

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.

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