Demonic Pornstar System novel Chapter 204

Chapter 204: Loophole

The room wasn’t filled with fear.

No, this was worse.

Existential dread.

The five executives, all of whom were seasoned veterans of legal battles, PR storms, and corporate brinkmanship, felt something that clawed deeper than fear. Their instincts screamed at them to move, to run, to do anything but sit there.

But their bodies wouldn’t obey.

If the demonic creature before them wasn’t bad enough, the three Sinsworn Valkyries behind him loomed at the edges of their vision like silent death. They were unblinking and statuesque, their usual colorful personas nowhere to be seen. Not a shred of empathy or pity could be seen in their gazes. Only cold hatred and the desire to hurt them.

No one breathed.

Vesta’s throat clicked as she tried to swallow.

Delia looked at the pendrive like it was a nuclear warhead.

Renzo’s knuckles were white where they gripped the arms of his chair.

Marlow was sweating again, his lip twitching with a nervous tic.

It was now that the realization hit them. They were sitting across from something beyond them. Not just an awakened man. Not just a rising star. But a force. An inevitable future.

That was when Zadie moved. Barely.

She blinked, her lashes felt extra heavy, but she pushed through.

Then she coughed once into her palm and her voice followed.

"...If that video goes public, we’re getting canceled. Almost definitely. The public’s not going to side with a room full of suits. They’ll side with the crying girls."

Her words sliced through the fog of dread hanging over the room.

Delia’s hand trembled as she adjusted her posture. Renzo let out a quiet breath through his nose, trying to mask the tightness in his chest. Vesta’s glass shook in her grip as she set it down.

They exchanged glances, slowly waking up from their shock.

Zadie was right.

They didn’t need to believe the video. The public just had to feel it.

And when emotion clashed with fact, emotion always won.

They weren’t stupid. They knew how fleeting public outrage could be. Getting ’canceled’ wouldn’t be the end of XXXVidz. After all, online tempests passed fast. A week or two of hate, maybe. A few burning hashtags and many rude messages in their mailbox. But the real threat wasn’t the mob.

It was opportunity. The cost of losing it, to be more specific.

The awakened media space was exploding right this moment. The Awakened Media Platform’s algorithm was chaotic, unfiltered, unmapped, uncontrollable. That meant the first movers would own the space even more so than how it was on the internet. Delay by even a few days, and their chance would pass to hungrier competitors who rush to join the scene in its earlier stages.

If they were publicly shamed in the next twenty-four hours, that door would slam shut. Even if they survived the scandal, they’d be starting from the bottom while others had built palaces.

Opportunities like this didn’t come twice.

This was when Marlow moved.

He hadn’t said a word in the last two minutes. He’d just been staring at Kaiden.

Or more accurately, at Bastet.

The catwoman purred against Kaiden’s neck, still guiding his hand between her perfect, tanned breasts. Her every motion oozed obsession. Worship. Sensuality.

And Marlow’s face twisted.

Not with lust. Not with disgust.

But jealousy.

He was rich. He had power. Hell, he had a wife, and two mistresses stashed across cities. But none of them... not a single one...

Looked at him the way these girls looked at Kaiden.

They loved him.

Not for his money. Not because of status. But because he was him. They followed him like loyal predators. They wanted him, craved him, hung on his every breath.

And Kaiden didn’t even need to ask.

Marlow’s girls?

They’d already maxed out his credit cards and called him an old cow behind his back.

Kaiden’s?

They burned for him. Fought for him. Staged emotional declarations for him.

And now they were ruining him.

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