Demonic Pornstar System novel Chapter 739

Chapter 739: Aaaaand Cut!

Bastet stood behind the camera.

Both of her ears were pinned forward in concentration. Her tongue was visible at the corner of her mouth, the very tip of it poking out between her lips in a display of focus so intense that it made the world revolve around only herself and her self-imposed duties as a one-woman camera crew.

Her golden felinid eyes were using the [Harem Vision] skill, broadcasting the awakened-platform feed that ran parallel to the internet stream. In her hands, she held the physical camera with the care and precision of a woman defusing a bomb.

She was doing both at once. The awakened broadcast through her eyes and the internet recording through human equipment, simultaneously, because she had volunteered for the job and declared to everyone in the room that she was "more than capable of operating human devices, thank you very much."

The tanned kitten was treating this occasion as her final test to prove that she had accustomed to human technology in full.

Behind her, Calypso was making frantic gestures.

The red-skinned demoness had positioned herself directly in her fellow monster girl’s blind spot, one hand held flat like a blade, chopping sideways in the universal sign for "cut." Her other hand was pointing at the camera’s recording light, which was on and functioning perfectly. Then she made a circular motion near her own temple, followed by an urgent thumbs-down at the tripod, which was level. Then she tapped the side of the camera twice and gave Bastet a solemn nod, as if she’d just identified a critical flaw that only she could see.

Everything Bastet was doing was correct. Everything Calypso was suggesting was wrong. The demon had zero understanding of human recording equipment and absolute confidence in her ability to troubleshoot it.

Bastet’s tail whipped backward without her head turning. The furry length caught Calypso across the knuckles, and the demon yanked her hand back, shaking her fingers.

The tail returned to its idle position. Bastet’s focus never broke.

Calypso tried again, this time miming something that might have been "zoom out" or might have been "the lens is dirty" or might have been an entirely original piece of interpretive dance. The tail struck again, harder, catching her across the wrist.

"Ow," Calypso whispered. She glanced at her wrist, then at the tail, then at the camera, then back at the tail. She tried one more gesture.

The tail coiled, waited, and snapped across her fingers a third time.

Calypso gave up. She folded her arms, settled against the doorframe, and watched Bastet work with the resigned dignity of a woman who had been thoroughly defeated by a cat.

Against the far side of the room, three women stood shoulder to shoulder.

Aria had tears in her eyes. They hadn’t been pouring, but they were there, bright against her gray lashes. Her lips were pressed together in a thin line that trembled once before going still.

Nyx’s hand rested on Aria’s shoulder as she, too, looked to be overcome with emotions.

Luna stood on Nyx’s other side.

Her arms were crossed, the left one sitting slightly stiff where the healer’s work was still settling.

Vespera’s shadows had sealed the wound and kept the severed nerves fresh within seconds of the cut, and the healer she’d arranged had reattached the arm so cleanly that Luna had regained full motion within mere hours. It still ached, though.

Luna rubbed at the spot above her elbow without thinking about it, and her eyes were fixed on Kaiden with a look that, on anyone else, would have read as anger. On Luna it meant she was trying very hard not to tear up.

He didn’t have to hide who he was anymore.

All the girls were extremely happy for the man who changed their lives in such an inexplicably profound manner.

Near the door, Alexandra was not pretending.

The blonde maid stood with both palms pressed over her mouth, her shoulders heaving, tears streaming freely down her face. Her demonic maid outfit was rumpled at the collar where she’d been clutching it. Her blue eyes were swollen and red and she made absolutely no effort to compose herself because as far as she was concerned, composure had left the building approximately thirty minutes ago and was not returning.

She was crying the way Alexandra cried about everything: openly, messily, with her entire body.

On the stream, Kaiden was wrapping up.

"And on behalf of my mother, I’m grateful for all the kind messages and good wishes I’ve seen tonight."

Alice leaned into frame from behind his shoulder, beaming, and waved at the camera with both hands.

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