Demonic Pornstar System novel Chapter 497

Chapter 497: Guilt

Kaiden shut the door behind them, letting the muffled sounds of the demoness vs the valkyries’ incest-prevention debate fade out.

Alice stood in the middle of the room, hands clutched together in front of her chest, shoulders hunched, gaze glued to her toes as if the floor held the secrets of the universe.

She was deliberately tiny.

Deliberately fragile.

Deliberately pathetic.

And Kaiden knew she was doing it on purpose, appearing as an innocent little kitten who could do absolutely no wrong in the world. She did it in hopes of preventing him from lashing out at her.

The whole situation would raise the eyebrows of any observers, as Alice, despite being younger, was stronger than Kaiden. As long as one didn’t count the dungeon and its inhabitants as part of Kaiden’s power, of course.

But that was neither here nor there. What mattered was that this high-level, S-tier awakened was looking like a puppy getting scolded by her owner, having absolutely zero intentions of fighting back. How could she? That was against everything this girl stood for. The notion didn’t even materialize in her head.

Instead, she just kept looking at her toes while tracking her big brother with her other senses, hoping to see a chance to shift her strategies into cuteness overdrive when the opportunity was just right, escaping any scolding.

Alice hated it when her brother scolded her. Little sisters were meant to be hugged and loved, not scolded!

Kaiden did not share the sentiment as he began pacing in front of her like a drill sergeant preparing to discipline the most hopelessly deranged recruit in military history. One look at his face made it clear he was not buying her act.

After a long moment, he stopped and looked at her.

"You can stop this nonsense now."

Alice made a tiny whimpering sound.

"I-I have no idea what you mean..."

Kaiden stared at her for a full five seconds.

Alice squirmed.

Finally, he sighed, releasing a deep, weary, older-than-his-years tired sound.

"Alice. My beloved sister. I feel like we’ve had this discussion multiple times already."

"Ugh! Nooo...." Alice’s whimpering intensified.

Because he was very right.

And she knew he was very right.

And she knew that he knew that she knew he was very right.

But still, she persisted.

"I-I don’t... I don’t know what you’re talking about..." she tried, voice trembling, eyes still desperately fixed on the floor. She was visibly wrestling with the concept of lying to her most adored human being. But desperate times called for desperate measures.

Kaiden took a slow breath.

Then he quoted her, voice flat:

"You can’t do that! Not with MY big brother! Lick each other or something, you horny hussies!!"

Alice flinched as if she’d been shot right in the chest.

"Seriously?" Kaiden asked.

He reached out and gently took hold of her chin, lifting her face from its deep study of the floor.

"Alice."

Her eyes shimmered instantly, tears gathering at the rims. She was not pretending anything now; those were not fake crocodile tears. Being forced to look at him while in disgrace was her greatest weakness.

"I’m sorry..." she whispered, voice cracking.

Kaiden exhaled again, softer this time, and lifted both hands to cradle her cheeks, tilting her face fully toward him. His thumbs brushed away the first escaping tears.

"Ah!" Alice gasped, completely overwhelmed by the unexpected tenderness. For a moment, she forgot she was being chastised at all.

But Kaiden didn’t let her forget for long.

"I agreed to have you visit us in our home because I thought it would help you calm down a little. I know separation was hard on you after I left for college. I thought if we spent time together, things would return to how they were back in the Ashborn mansion."

Alice’s breath hitched.

Kaiden continued, gently but firmly:

"Can we agree that back then, you were in much better control of your emotions? I don’t know what exactly happened in my absence, but you seem to have been struggling."

Alice’s delicate features froze, then twisted. Pain, longing, fury, and grief all tangled together at once to form one horror-induced expression. The memory of those years, years without seeing him once, ripped through her violently, reminding the girl of the PTSD she suffered.

Her expression went cold.

Hollow.

Haunted.

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