Demonic Pornstar System novel Chapter 284

Chapter 284: Let Us Drink Too

"Right!" Sasha regained her sassy voice. "We finally found a solution to the annoying curse! Do you seriously want your allies to be afflicted by it when you can easily help us combat it?"

The women’s expression darkened even further. There was logic in what they were saying, but having other women drink Kaiden’s blood simply felt wrong. After experiencing how personal the experience was, it was almost as if they would be letting them take him for a rodeo.

"You make it sound as if we were proper allies, but have you forgotten that we’re just mercenaries...? We owe you people nothing," Aria hissed.

Vaelira’s expression turned victorious. "I see. So you’re willing to risk failure because you’re mercenaries and not guild members. So be it."

The air between the six women crackled with tension. Tenderness was gone. What remained were narrowed eyes, clenched fists, and the fierce twitching of ears and tails in Bastet’s case.

"I said," Aria hissed again, "we owe you nothing."

Vaelira, arms crossed, let her smirk widen. "So emotional. You’d think we were arguing over a boyfriend, not a dungeon survival strategy."

The possessive girl opened her mouth to interject, but...

*Drip.*

Everyone’s heads snapped to the left at the soft, wet sound.

There stood Diaz, entirely unconcerned by the growing tension around him. Kaiden’s bleeding arm was lifted above his head. A crimson trail of his blood streamed down, pouring neatly into his open mouth. It dripped over his lips, but none went to waste. He even swirled the last of it before swallowing and sighing with mild satisfaction.

Luna stared with horribly deadpan eyes. "These two are getting way too comfy with each other."

"There was literally zero trust between them mere hours ago!" Aria added.

Kaiden scratched the back of his head but didn’t say anything.

Diaz licked the remaining blood from his lips with no hint of shame. "Eh. It was kinda tasty. Not amazing or anything."

Kaiden nodded. "It doesn’t have to be gourmet. What matters is the result. How do you feel?"

Diaz paused, rolled his shoulders, then patted his stomach to make sure he was right. "Satiated."

"Good."

Kaiden then turned to his women, who still looked uncomfortable... but less so.

"You see? It can be handled professionally. There’s no need to make it intimate. You don’t have to worry."

The girls exchanged glances. None of them looked thrilled, but the blatant practicality of the method dulled their objections. One by one, they gave stiff, reluctant nods.

Everyone was fine with it, except Vaelira.

She looked annoyed.

Her glare burned into Diaz as if she could cut him in half with it. Her sitting in Kaiden’s lap and drinking his blood while moaning sexually would’ve been peak content that many of her fans would’ve surely appreciated. However, it was not meant to be.

Though the blond woman’s brain somehow managed to ignore the fact that whether this new solution was found or not, she wouldn’t have been sitting in his lap anyhow.

As for Diaz, he didn’t even look up, electing to nonchalantly inspect his enchanted daggers and make adjustments to their edge. He might as well have been deaf.

Sasha stepped up first, clearly more pragmatic than proud. Kaiden fed her the same way. Her expression went slack for a moment, then she gave a slow nod.

"Yup. Not bad."

Vaelira stepped forward next. She didn’t say a word. Her glare remained, pointed and sharp as ever. She drank, wiped her mouth, and stepped back without acknowledgment.

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABELVerify