Demonic Pornstar System novel Chapter 589

Chapter 589: Wrong Choice

But this?

Alexandra was... different.

Shorter. Soft in places Kaiden definitely was not. Her waist was slimmer yet her hips wide, her frame shaped in ways Alice had never had to account for, and there were two very noticeable, very distracting problems pressing against her chest.

Alice blinked.

She shifted slightly, then immediately regretted it, because that only made things worse.

With Kaiden, she could rest her head against his chest. It was simple. Familiar. Safe.

With Alexandra, all she could do was stand there, stiff as a board, vaguely wondering if she should have drunk more milk growing up.

For a few seconds, she looked genuinely lost, mismatched eyes darting as her brain tried to process the sensation. This hug was warm, nice in a way that made no sense. After all, it wasn’t Kaiden hugging her, yet it still felt nice.

Eventually, awkwardly, she leaned forward just enough to rest her forehead against Alexandra’s collarbone, surrendering to the moment with all the grace of a confused cat deciding it was best to let herself be petted.

"...Your emotions are all over the place," Alice muttered.

Alexandra let out a teary giggle, arms tightening around her. "That’s right... Sorry..." she sniffed. "I’ve been a mess lately..."

At that, Alice instantly stilled.

Her confused expression disappeared.

Replaced by the reaper.

The Light That Destroys.

She was back. With fury boiling under her skin.

Slowly, she stepped back, slipping free of Alexandra’s arms with ease. The warmth faded, replaced by something sharper, more focused. She turned her gaze toward Vaelira’s broken form on the floor, lips pressing into a thin line.

"This has been happening to you not ’lately,’" Alice corrected coolly. "But since ’that’ happened to you."

Alexandra’s breath hitched.

Alice’s mismatched eyes flicked toward Vaelira. "The same thing this vile creature said you deserved," she continued, stepping closer to Vaelira. "Isn’t that right?"

Vaelira suddenly gasped.

Air tore back into her lungs like broken glass, the first breath sending a jolt of white-hot agony through her chest. She convulsed violently, coughing wetly as her body spasmed against the floor, fingers clawing at the stone as if it might give her leverage, as if she could pull herself away from what was coming.

Every breath hurt.

No, hurt wasn’t enough to describe the agony she felt. Each inhale was wrong, misaligned, as though something inside her had shifted and never returned to where it belonged. Her ribs screamed, lungs rattling wetly, panic flooding in faster than oxygen ever could. She rolled onto her side, gagging, vision swimming as tears streamed uncontrollably down her face.

Then she felt it.

That presence.

The monster was walking toward her.

Slowly.

Deliberately.

Vaelira lifted her head just enough to look.

And the world went cold.

There was nothing human left in her expression. No curiosity. No amusement. No madness. Just hatred, pure, distilled, and absolute. A gaze so heavy it felt like it pressed her into the floor, pinning her more effectively than any spell ever could.

It reminded her of Kaiden.

Of the time she had seen him truly angry, when restraint had snapped, and the air itself seemed to recoil from him. When the Great Demon of Wrath came out. That same suffocating certainty. That same feeling that something unstoppable had decided you no longer deserved to exist.

But this was worse. Because this time, she was the target of such hatred.

Then, a second memory flashed unbidden.

A battlefield drowned in blood.

Vespera Ashborn, walking calmly through carnage, her boots crunching over bodies as screams died behind her. That same look. That same expressionless certainty as she massacred everyone in her path.

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