Demonic Pornstar System novel Chapter 762

Chapter 762: No Dinner

"Nothing," Luna repeated from the couch, her voice flat.

"I didn’t prepare dinner tonight." Alexandra’s expression was perfectly, devastatingly guileless.

Seven - six on the ground and one pulsing above Kaiden’s head - stared at her in the specific silence of those who had burned thousands of calories fighting monsters all day and were now being told the cupboard was bare.

"That’s... totally fine," Nyx said, recovering first. She was already moving toward the kitchen. "Don’t worry about it, I’ll throw something together. There should be enough in the fridge for -"

She opened the fridge.

Nyx stopped.

The refrigerator was packed. Monster cuts wrapped in preservation film, stacked in neat rows. Dungeon-harvested herbs bundled with twine. Rare mineral salts in labeled containers. Marbled Ironback steaks, Emberfang ribs, Frosthorn tongue, and at least five things Nyx didn’t recognize.

Nyx’s look sharpened. "Bestie. What are you not telling me?"

"I’m not telling you anything at all." Alexandra collected an empty cookie plate from the counter and turned away.

The rest of the group was crowding in now. Luna vaulted the couch. Calypso’s head appeared over Nyx’s shoulder. Aria peered around Kaiden’s arm.

"Is that Emberfang?" Luna shoved her face closer. "Who put it here?"

A yawn answered her.

Kira and Rika emerged from the back of the private wing like survivors of a siege. Devices tucked under their arms, hair that had started the day in magazine-quality splits now fraying at the edges, and dark circles under their eyes so pronounced they could’ve passed for eyeshadow.

"Good work out there," Rika said.

"Seriously impressive," Kira added through a second yawn. "Chat sure had a blast. And your accounts, too."

They saw the open fridge, the gawking, Alexandra’s retreating back.

"Oh, that?" Kira waved a hand.

"We sourced monster ingredients for a cooking broadcast," Rika said.

"Premium stuff. Took a while to find vendors who’d deliver same-day to a guild hall away from civilization -"

"- but we got it done. If you’re too tired tonight though -"

"- just grill a steak, fill your bellies -"

"- and rest. You did a lot today."

"No reason to work even more."

They delivered this in alternating fragments without looking at each other, too tired for full sentences but still perfectly synchronized.

Kaiden’s dark halo pulsed, and Alice materialized beside him, bouncing excitedly.

"Yes! Let’s do it! Right now!" Her face was huge and bright and utterly immune to the concept of exhaustion. "For the first time EVER, my cooking for big brother is going to be recorded and published! No more hiding!"

She spun toward Alexandra and threw her arms around the maid, squeezing tight.

"Lexi, let’s go all out!"

Alexandra’s face went wide. "I... Alice, I haven’t been on a broadcast before. I don’t know if I can..."

Alice hugged tighter. Then she looked up.

The puppy eyes were devastating.

Alexandra gasped softly.

She looked at Kaiden for help.

Zero help. Kaiden was looking at his girls, all of whom were already perking up. Armor was coming off faster now. Luna had her torn jacket halfway over her head. Calypso was cracking her knuckles.

"Alright!" the demoness’s tail whipped behind her. "Let’s do a proper cooking stream! All seven of us!"

"Don’t you mean eight?"

"Nope."

"What about me?" Kaiden asked dryly.

"You..." Bastet’s half-closed gaze found him, and the purr that rolled through her voice could’ve melted the Emberfang ribs without a stove. "You can relax, Master. Leave the work to us. You deserve to relax..."

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