Demonic Pornstar System novel Chapter 884

Chapter 884: Overeager Doggy

Alice appointed herself director of illumination.

As the afternoon shadows stretched across the site, golden light bloomed above every work station, steady, warm, and carefully angled, courtesy of a dark halo hovering above Kaiden’s head that had clearly decided lighting management was a critical tactical operation.

<The workers on station seven are operating in suboptimal conditions,> Alice reported to Kaiden with the gravity of a field assessment. <I’m adjusting.>

"Good job, Alice."

<I know. They’d be lost without me.>

The station seven workers had not requested better lighting.

They also did not object, because the girl providing it had been directing golden beams at them with the focus of a military searchlight operator who took her assignment very seriously.

Pebble tried to help.

The Guardian had watched the humans and awakened bustle around him with growing agitation, because everyone was carrying things, building things, contributing, while he was lying next to the supply depot doing nothing. This was unacceptable.

He rose, padded over to a stack of structural steel, clamped his jaws around a girder, and began dragging it toward the nearest group of workers with all six eyes bright and his tail wagging in enthusiastic arcs.

The drag path carved a trench straight through the section Bastet had flattened minutes ago.

"THE FOUNDATION!" The grading lead’s clipboard hit the dirt.

Pebble’s tail swung at the shout, and the concussive gust knocked over a stack of rebar three workers had just spent twenty minutes sorting.

"Pebble." Kaiden’s voice cut across the site. "Sit."

Pebble sat. The impact tremor knocked a surveyor’s tripod off its mounting forty meters away.

The whine that followed was low and warbling, six burning eyes locked on Kaiden, wide with the dawning horror that he was in trouble.

Pebble looked at the trench he’d carved through Bastet’s freshly leveled ground, and the whine got worse.

He lowered his massive head and pressed his face beneath both forepaws, peeking out at Kaiden from between them with the energy of a puppy who’d eaten the couch and was hoping the cuteness would offset the damage.

It would not.

"This is foundation work," Kaiden said, looking up. Even in this position, his dog was much taller. "Everything gets built on top of it. That’s why we need utmost precision. Understood?"

Pebble’s ears flattened against his skull.

Seeing it, Kaiden’s voice softened. "I know you want to help, but this isn’t for you."

Before extreme whimpering could follow, he added, "That’s why you should go to the outer perimeter where the heavy transport crews are. Ask for work there."

All six eyes went wide. The paws came off his face.

"WOOF!"

The bark sent a concussive ripple across the site that ruffled every tarp and loose sheet of paper within fifty meters, and Pebble was already rising, tail swinging into full celebratory mode-

"And keep the tail under control."

The tail froze mid-swing.

Pebble turned and began walking toward the outer perimeter with the most exaggerated care any creature his size had ever attempted.

Each paw placed with surgical deliberation, his body threading between equipment stacks and work crews with the slow, focused intensity of someone crossing a room full of mousetraps.

The tail was held straight out behind him, rigid, vibrating with the effort of not wagging.

It wagged once. He caught it and clenched it still.

...

At the outer perimeter, a heavy-set operator with a beer gut testing the limits of his high-vis vest sat in the cab of his excavator, sipping from a thermos, waiting for the next load to stage.

He turned his head to check the supply lane.

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