Demonic Pornstar System novel Chapter 761

Chapter 761: Scary Stream

The private wing was quieter with the team gone.

Kira and Rika had set up at the long table where the gear had been laid out an hour ago. Tablets, phones, two mugs of lukewarm coffee they’d made themselves because neither of them knew where anything was in this kitchen. The gear was gone. The team was gone. The only thing left was the feed projected from their interface.

They’d watched streams before. Thousands. New Dawn’s content division produced numerous awakened combat broadcasts, each one professionally shot, multi-angle, with commentary overlays and post-production polish. Rika had edited most of them personally. Kira had handled the scheduling and distribution. They knew what combat footage looked like.

This was different.

The feed was first-person. Kaiden’s perspective, raw, no overlay, no commentary track, no safety net of professional distance. When the Granite Tyrant had charged, the camera didn’t cut to a wide shot. It stayed locked to his eyes as forty tons of armored predator filled the frame and the audio was nothing but crunching stone and Luna screaming something anatomically creative at a monster that couldn’t understand her.

Rika flinched when Calypso took a hit that sent her sliding across the creature’s back. Kira’s hand found her sister’s under the table.

They’d never held hands during a New Dawn broadcast. Not once in all their years of producing combat content.

"They’re fine," Kira said.

"I know."

"Luna’s laughing."

"I can hear her."

On screen, Kaiden shifted stances and the siphoning field turned the Tyrant’s exposed wound into a faucet. The chat was moving too fast to read.

Forty-one seconds later, the Granite Tyrant collapsed into Bastet’s molten pool, and the twins exhaled at the same time.

"Okay." Rika pulled her hand back and straightened in her chair. "We need to get started."

"We’ve been at it all morning."

"You haven’t." Rika’s eyes found her sister with surgical precision. "You ended makeup early so you could shadow the boss around the building like a puppy."

"That’s legitimate assistant duties! That’s literally part of the job."

"Your job was helping me prep six women for a combat sortie. You did Luna’s face, who two seconds into it told you that you’re bothering her focus and then you suddenly had urgent secretary business."

Kira opened her mouth and a very convincing argument almost came out. Then she saw Rika’s expression and the argument retreated to safety.

"...Okay."

"So." Rika slid a tablet across the table. "You’re taking the forum audit. The mod team flagged forty-something posts overnight that need review."

"Forty?!"

"Yep. Extract all useful information and summarize it into points I can digest easily."

"Gh!"

Kira accepted the tablet and buried her grievances in scrolling.

They got to it.

The feed continued on Rika’s display, a secondary screen now instead of the main event. Every few minutes, a sound would pull their attention back. The wet crack of Calypso’s axe. A bass rumble that meant the next target had opinions about being hunted. Luna’s voice cutting through the chaos with language that would’ve gotten them into big trouble at New Dawn if it made its way into the video that would be published after the stream ended.

Here, it was just one of the many highlights.

Their eyes would flick to the feed, they’d wince, and they’d go back to what they were doing.

The door to the private wing opened softly.

Alexandra came in carrying a tray. Cookies, still warm, arranged neatly around a small pot of fresh coffee. She was dressed for duty, her hair pulled back, her movements quiet and practiced.

Kira looked up. "Oh, you don’t have to! We’re just employees, really. Don’t trouble yourself."

Alexandra smiled and set the tray down between their tablets.

"You’re working so hard for my friends’ sake."

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