Demonic Pornstar System novel Chapter 404

Chapter 404: No More Jealousy

"Give me some credit. If that was the case, I’d be humping you right this moment. Look at me, ready to engage in combat at a moment’s notice."

"... I’m oh so amazed by your self-control, boyfriend." Luna’s tone was full of sarcasm.

Kaiden chuckled, always having a good time when talking with his adorable gamer girl. "You’ve got nothing to feel inferior about," he declared, giving her a firm squeeze for emphasis.

Luna swatted his hand away at last. "I’m not feeling inferior!" she announced with a decisive tone. "I got over that already. I have a damn sexy body and nothing could make it hotter, especially not unneeded fat."

Kaiden gave a nod of overwhelming agreement. "That’s my girl."

Luna rolled her eyes, but the corner of her mouth moved upward. She, too, loved the rapport she’d built with Kaiden. The girl loved it when she had the chance to speak with him on their lonesome, without the needy chicks getting in the way.

Whenever that happened, she had the time of her life and made many memories she thought fondly of.

"Let me guess, that does not mean you’ll stop calling my space babe a fat cow."

"Of course not. She needs to be reminded of the fact that she is walking fat, created with the sole intention of birthing a dozen children and keeping an entire village fed with her twin milk factories."

Kaiden couldn’t help but sigh. Of course, the two kittens would not stop hissing at each other.

"I agree with you, by the way. Bastet surprises me as well. She’s been an aloof woman, especially when interacting with other humans who were not part of the harem. Yet she seemed to take a liking to Naira instantly."

Kaiden nodded with his eyes lingering on Bastet and the girl ahead. "It might have to do with Bastet finding something familiar in her. So far, she’s only dealt with humans from the modern world. She’s watched videos, learned some of the culture, all that - but it’s still a very different rhythm. Too fast, too loud for someone who was living inside a desert dungeon mere weeks ago. With us, she feels at home, but with strangers? It’s a different story."

He turned his attention toward Naira. "That girl’s upbringing is probably a lot closer to Bastet’s instinctive roots. A simpler life, a smaller community, close to nature. It makes sense she’d feel more at ease around her."

Luna followed his gaze. Naira’s clothing was made from treated hides and patterned cloth, stitched with bone beads and colored thread. Her feet were wrapped in thin leather sandals, her hair braided and tied with feathers.

Compared to Bastet’s desert-born attire, the Arabian-themed harem-style clothes, which she greatly preferred to wear over Western ones, the similarities were easy to spot - the natural materials, the pride in craftsmanship, the colorful design and decorations, not trying to blend into the crowd one bit.

"... You might be right," Luna admitted quietly.

"Of course I am. When have I been wrong?"

His arrogant words were met head-on with a sly smirk. "Should I bring out the list?"

"Let’s move on, shall we? How does it feel to be excluded from the girl group? If you only kept your lips from sputtering nonsense, Naira wouldn’t be reserved toward you."

"I’m good, thanks. The chicks can continue their talks without me; I am busy bantering with my boyfriend."

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