Demonic Pornstar System novel Chapter 414

Chapter 414: Horrible Man

He turned his head toward the trembling native woman, and his voice dropped into a command. "Apologize for your mistake."

Taigi’s entire body flinched at his tone. The trembling in her hands spread through her shoulders as she sank to her knees and bowed deep on all fours before Kaiden and his women, forehead touching the floor.

"I-I... I beg forgiveness. It was my fault. Please... forgive my ignorance..."

Kaiden could feel the weight of the entire hall pressing down on him. The eyes, the silence, the tension.

Taigi remained prostrated on the floor, trembling from head to toe. Every breath she took was shallow, fearful.

And then he felt Naira’s gaze on him.

The teen’s eyes were pleading. ’Please don’t make this worse for her...’

Kaiden understood.

If he made a scene now, if he lectured Varek or demanded answers, it wouldn’t be him who paid the price afterward. It would be her.

The girl, already humiliated, stripped of dignity before her own people, would bear the wrath of Varek once the outsiders left.

He hated it. Every instinct in him screamed to put the smug bastard in his place, to crush the poisonous authority dripping from that throne. But he knew better. Varek wasn’t a man who could be argued into decency.

So Kaiden exhaled slowly. His fingers curled around the wooden cup before him. He lifted it with a calm that felt forced even to himself, and took a sip of the strong, bitter wine. Then, with quiet composure, he raised the cup toward the genuflecting woman.

"I’m not angry with you. You’ve done nothing wrong."

He then smiled.

"But... if you still feel the need to make it up to me, then perhaps you could bring me a refill."

For a heartbeat, there was only silence.

Then Taigi gasped. Her head jerked up, eyes wide and disbelieving.

Most men in his position would’ve demanded she "apologize properly," not just with a lap dance. Others would’ve taken it as an invitation to claim ownership of her away from Varek, saying she needed proper disciplining. She’d expected to be claimed or punished, not... forgiven.

And certainly not to be asked for something as mundane as refilling a cup.

Her lips parted soundlessly as she stared at him.

Across the hall, Varek’s expression soured. The look he cast Kaiden was one of thinly veiled irritation; this wasn’t the scene he’d wanted. He’d expected entertainment. Conflict, dominance, submission. A drama.

Instead, the foreigner defused it all with a single line.

For a long second, Varek didn’t move.

Then, reluctantly, he nodded once. "... Go on, then."

Taigi’s breath caught, but this time it wasn’t from fear. Color returned to her face as she scrambled to her feet with near inhuman quickness.

She bowed - once, twice, again - her gestures growing faster until she’d bowed ten times in succession, each one nearly toppling her over from haste.

"Y-yes! Right away!"

And before anyone could stop her, she turned and almost sprinted toward the back of the longhouse, vanishing behind the curtain that led to the kitchen.

Kaiden’s gaze lingered on the curtain through which Taigi had vanished. The tension still hung thick in the air, but the sharp edge of it had dulled.

He turned his eyes, catching a glimpse of Aria.

She stood tall, her expression as composed as ever. But as she returned to her seat next to him, awareness passed between them.

She’d acted before him on purpose.

If Kaiden had been the one to reject Taigi, it would have been seen as the girl failing her task of seduction.

But Aria... she’d stepped in under the guise of cultural formality, making everyone better off.

Smart girl.

Varek clapped his hands once, loud and sharp.

The sound cracked through the air like a whip, and the spell of tension that had paralyzed the hall finally broke in full. The musicians jolted at the signal, then hastily resumed their drumming and flute-playing. The rhythm returned, slower at first, uncertain, before finding its pace again. The women who’d been frozen mid-dance picked up where they’d left off, moving with renewed, if slightly forced, vigor.

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