Demonic Pornstar System novel Chapter 301

Chapter 301: Viktor’s Reaction

Blood Pact HQ

The headquarters of the Blood Pact wasn’t a fortress of steel or glass, but a repurposed luxury casino at the city’s edge. Velvet carpets muffled footsteps, chandeliers hung heavy with dust, and broken roulette wheels sat abandoned in corners. Yet the place thrummed with menace, shadows filled with dangerous awakened criminals and unhinged laughter.

At the top floor, Viktor Throne lounged in a leather chair, one leg lazily thrown over the other.

In his hand was a sleek tablet. The image displayed upon it wasn’t a photo but a sketch drawn by hand: a gauntlet of crimson veins, still emanating a sinister aura even in two dimensions.

Viktor tilted his head, lips curling into an amused smile.

"Wouldn’t this artifact fit my style perfectly?" he asked lightly, voice lilting with charm. The tone was playful, almost teasing. But the way his fingers tightened around the tablet betrayed something darker.

Olga stood nearby with arms crossed in front of her chest. She didn’t answer. She didn’t need to, because she knew exactly what that glint in his eyes meant.

If Viktor ever had the chance, he’d rip that gauntlet from Kaiden’s arm without hesitation. Skin, muscle, bone, whatever came along for the ride wouldn’t slow him down. He’d smile while doing it because he was a psycho.

Her silence stretched, and Viktor let out a disappointed sigh. "Boring," he said, shaking his head.

Olga arched a brow. "You call it boring, I call it the glue that keeps this gang of crazed psychos together. Sorry for not being as ’fun’ as some of the others." She released a rather feminine scoff, clearly referencing the other women in the organization.

Viktor chuckled and raised both hands in surrender. "Fine, fine."

He leaned forward now, tablet propped against one knee, eyes sharpening. "So tell me, Miss Glue, what do we know about this kid?"

Olga adjusted her glasses and replied evenly, "He already brushed against our radar once. Remember Theodore? The little meltdown he had on stream, badmouthing the Blood Pact? That was recorded by this Kaiden. But Kaiden never uploaded the footage as a permanent video, so we let it slide."

"Ah..." Viktor stroked his chin, eyes narrowing as memory surfaced. Then his smile widened, wicked and gleeful. "Isn’t he the F-tier who humiliated that S-tier loser?"

Olga’s eyes flickered with disapproval, sharp as a blade. "You shouldn’t call members of your organization ’losers.’"

Viktor waved her off lazily, already uninterested in the reprimand. His attention returned to the tablet, to the sketched gauntlet glowing on the screen. His grin stretched ear to ear, sparkling with mad delight.

"Call the loser in," he said softly, reverently, as though announcing a toast. "I want to have a chat with him. It’s about time I learned more about this wonderboy."

Olga sighed, releasing a long exhale that was both long-suffering and tired, then bowed her head. "As you wish."

Viktor didn’t hear her. His gaze was still locked on the gauntlet, as though it was whispering sweet promises only he could understand.

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