Demonic Pornstar System novel Chapter 699

Chapter 699: Regret

Brittany and Trisha walked in silence for the first thirty seconds.

The mountain path was narrow enough that their shoulders nearly touched, and the cold had sharpened into the kind that bit through armor gaps and settled into joints. Around them, the competition grounds were winding down for the evening. Medics moved between tents. Officers cataloged damage. The distant sound of a helicopter’s rotors faded south.

Trisha spoke first, and her voice was barely above a breath.

"She’s really dead."

Brittany didn’t answer.

"Britt."

"I heard you."

"She’s really dead. Stacy is dead."

The words landed like they had the first time, and the second time, and every time since the notification had appeared on their interfaces an hour ago. Competitor death confirmed. Team member removed from active roster. Status: Deceased. The hologram interface had reduced Stacy to a line item while her blood was still wet on the basin floor, and no amount of repeating it made the sentence feel real.

Brittany’s throat worked. "I know."

"We trained with her every morning for the past three years," Trisha said, and her voice cracked on the last word in a way she clearly hadn’t intended. She wiped her eyes with the heel of her palm and kept walking. "Every single morning, she was right there. She was always right there, and now she’s just gone, and for what? For what, Britt?"

"Keep your voice down."

"For points?" Trisha’s whisper turned ragged. "For footage? For Ash’s rankings?"

"Trisha. Lower your voice."

Trisha swallowed hard and pressed her lips together. They walked in silence for another few steps, boots crunching on loose gravel, and the path curved around a supply depot where two Association techs were dismantling a sensor array without looking up.

When they were past it, Trisha spoke again.

"This was a mistake."

Brittany’s jaw tightened.

"All of it," Trisha continued, quieter now but no less certain. "The guild. The content. The contracts. We signed up because they told us we’d be set for life if we were willing to throw our dignity away, and now Stacy’s dead and Ash is in a holding cell screaming for his mommy, and we’re walking to answer a summons from his mom like we’re the ones who did something wrong."

"We’re too deep now for regrets," Brittany decreed, and the flatness of it surprised even her. "We signed. We filmed. We did everything they asked. You can’t just walk away from that."

"I know we can’t walk away! That’s what I’m saying." Trisha’s voice dropped further. "We’re too deep to leave and too smart to pretend this is fine. So what are we?"

Brittany felt the sting behind her eyes and blinked it away.

It didn’t work.

The tears came anyway, quiet and hot, rolling down her cheeks before she could stop them. She wiped them with the back of her gauntlet and the metal scraped her skin and she didn’t care.

"I sold my body," she said. "On camera. For metrics. My father can’t look at me. My mother pretends she doesn’t know. How can she not? I’m the awakened slut who moans on camera despite being an A-tier fighter. Even her old neighbors know."

Her voice buckled. "I told myself it was worth it because we were building something, because the money was real, because Ash had a plan and the guild had structure and it was all going somewhere, and now Stacy’s dead and it’s all falling apart and I can’t even mourn her properly because we have to go answer a business call from the woman who put us here."

Trisha was quiet for a moment.

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