Demonic Pornstar System novel Chapter 240

Chapter 240: Blame

Kaiden didn’t say anything.

Aria, groggy but lucid, shifted in her bed as she looked at the purple-haired girl. "You weren’t a kill-chaser, Luna. That’s not what happened. Stop trying to make it sound like your greed ruined everything."

Luna looked over sharply. "Don’t defend me. I got careless."

"No," Aria replied firmly. "You went for the vampire. So did I, the other one. I just failed to shoot her down before she landed on you, which in turn forced Nyx to act."

There was a long pause.

"You didn’t fail anything," Luna said bitterly. "I was faster. I should’ve covered myself better. Nyx shouldn’t have needed to throw herself between me and a monster just to keep me breathing."

Aria clenched her fingers weakly. "And if I hadn’t missed that shot, she wouldn’t have had to. That’s on me."

"No. You’re both wrong." Another voice cut in.

It was Bastet.

She had been leaning against the wall for most of the day, arms crossed, tail still, not speaking until now. But when she did, her tone made everyone pause.

Her golden eyes were shadowed with fury that was directed only at herself

"I am a Solar Empress... I was blessed to counter the undead. And yet I only killed one, after it tore Aria’s arm off and maimed her. After I let the others slip past. After one of them nearly killed Nyx."

Her claws dug into her palm hard enough to draw blood. "I failed. Not just Nyx. All of you."

"No-" Aria started, but Bastet shook her head, refusing to be interrupted.

"I’m a higher level than all of you. I have more power. I like to think of myself as some kind of apex predator, but when it came down to it, I was barely able to do anything.

The girls evidently wanted to blame themselves for what happened.

But Kaiden...

Kaiden begged to differ.

There was no one else who bore more guilt than he.

He was the leader.

It wasn’t just a title or a role; he was the one who pushed for this expedition into the dangerous dungeon. The one who told them they could do it. That the rewards were worth the risks.

And maybe they were in theory.

But this wasn’t a game.

This wasn’t some neatly packaged simulation where failure meant a simple retry. There were no second chances when a javelin tore through someone’s lungs. No checkpoint waiting if the healer couldn’t piece together mangled nerves fast enough.

Nyx wasn’t breathing through some animation cycle.

She was alive—barely—because the universe decided to be merciful this time.

And it could’ve easily decided otherwise.

Kaiden stared down at the floor. His fists were clenched so tightly his knuckles had long gone white.

He’d thrown his girls into the fire.

For power. For growth. For a damn opportunity.

A high-risk, high-reward dive. One that could’ve paid off spectacularly if executed perfectly. He had weighed the dangers. Rationalized the benefits. Convinced himself they could manage. That he could manage.

His gaze drifted to Nyx again. Pale. Still. Hooked to tubes and spells. Every breath she took sounded like it was bargained from the afterlife itself.

Kaiden’s stomach twisted.

He’d thought he was ready for this kind of world. For decisions with weight. For leadership with blood behind every step.

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