Demonic Pornstar System novel Chapter 588

Chapter 588: Friend

Alexandra stood just inside the private wing with the door sealed shut behind them, its wards settling with a soft, final hum. The corridor outside might as well have ceased to exist.

Vaelira dangled in the thin girl’s grip, boots barely brushing the floor, fingers twitching weakly as her body struggled to remember how to breathe. Her face had gone an ugly shade between red and purple, eyes glassy, mouth opening and closing soundlessly.

Alexandra looked down at her.

And felt... nothing.

That realization hit her harder than the scene itself.

She should have been sick. She should have been shaking, heart pounding, bile clawing up her throat. Violence had always done that to her, especially ever since Maximilian. Raised voices, sudden movements, and even aggressive posturing made her stomach knot and her hands tremble. Especially when a man was present...

And yet now?

She watched Vaelira choking, watched the terror strip her arrogance bare, watched her reduced to a helpless, gasping thing, and felt no revulsion.

No fear.

No pity.

Just a distant, curious calm.

’Why... am I okay with this?’ the thought surfaced, faint and confused. She didn’t understand it. She didn’t like it because she didn’t understand it. But the absence of nausea was undeniable. The absence of dread, even more so.

’This bitch is even a bit similar to me, looks-wise... Just a bit uglier face, raggier hair, smaller curves... Yeah, basically a budget Alexandra. That should make my emotions spike.’

Indeed. While the girl was prim and polite, especially when she had the maid suit on, that didn’t mean she had no ego at all. Alexandra knew that she was a gorgeous woman and felt proud about it.

For a while, she hated her looks because that was exactly what had caused all her troubles. But since then, since she got together with the Sinners and her heart was reintroduced to the emotion called joy, she has been able to see that being a beautiful woman was a thing to celebrate.

It allowed her to become the best maid ever, if she trained hard enough... She wouldn’t bring shame to Kaiden, she reasoned.

Vaelira’s eyes rolled toward Alexandra.

Her lips trembled, shaping silent words with the last scraps of strength she had left.

’h–help...’

Alexandra blinked.

Then she smiled.

It was small. Polite. The same practiced expression she wore when answering doors or pouring tea.

"Help?" she repeated softly.

She clasped her hands in front of her apron, posture straight, voice gentle. "I’m sorry, Miss Vaelira, but I’m just a humble servant."

Vaelira’s pupils contracted violently.

Rage flared through the suffocating panic, raw and ugly. With what little air she had left, she forced the words out in a shredded hiss.

"F–fuck... you... You deserved... Maximilian..."

The response was immediate.

"I’ve had enough of you."

Alice decreed.

Up close, there was nothing fragile about her. The predatory calm had fully settled in now, her presence heavy enough to bend the air. She looked down at Vaelira like one might look at something foul stuck to the sole of their shoe.

"No one," Alice said quietly, "is allowed to speak to my friend like that."

And then she moved.

There was no warning. No wind-up before she threw her.

Vaelira’s body slammed into the far wall with a sound like a wet sack of meat hitting stone.

The impact was catastrophic.

Bone cracked, audibly. Her spine bowed unnaturally as the air was ripped from her lungs in a single, silent scream. Mana flared once in a reflexive, desperate surge, then snuffed out like a candle in a vacuum.

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