Demonic Po*nstar System Chapter 708: Nyx’s Revenge

Henrik clamped his mouth shut.

"He is a formidable fighter," she breathed, letting out a sharp exhale through her nose. "Ever since the Maximilian Vice scandal, however, it has been obvious he is an even more skilled master of perception. That footage wasn't produced by three weeping women; it was crafted by someone who understands how the masses react and engineered every single frame to provoke them. We must avoid making impulsive blunders. That is exactly what he desires."

The incoming alerts from New Dawn continued to ping. Three artifacts sat on the desk with their displays flashing in sequence, yet none were answered.

"Bring me Delphine, the legal department, and our Association liaison," she commanded. "Immediately."

Henrik reached for his artifact, his fingers fumbling awkwardly with the device. Two missed notifications from New Dawn illuminated his screen, which he hurriedly swiped away.

...

The recording studio remained silent, save for the sound of Brittany’s sobbing.

It persisted unabated. While the cameras had stopped rolling and the broadcast was climbing the ranks at a blistering pace that Kaiden tracked on his interface, Brittany remained curled against Alexandra’s shoulder. Her face was buried in the fabric of the maid outfit, and Trisha continued to hold her hand tightly. Neither had budged since the feed faded to black.

Kaiden understood that critics would scrutinize the scene, noting the glaring conflict of interest—these women, once his adversaries, were now being protected by him and his allies, and were actively testifying against his foes.

Yet, the irony was that neither Kaiden nor anyone else had provided a script. Every word was genuine, not a performance. That was what truly mattered.

He knew how simple it was to manipulate the public consciousness. People don't require flawless logic or watertight narratives; they crave raw emotion, and that is exactly what these three delivered.

A massive organization with overwhelming resources, bullying young women.

The story practically told itself.

Kaiden stood nearby with his arms folded, leaning his back against the wall while observing the trio with an unreadable expression.

Luna lingered at his side, close enough for her shoulder to brush his arm. She watched the scene with the guarded focus of a woman who had not forgotten that those same girls had been attempting to sabotage8 her and her family’s progression just hours earlier. Calypso’s tail swayed languidly behind her, her eyes fixed on Alexandra with a gentleness she would vehemently deny if asked. The others had settled into their own spots around the area.

Talia stood near the entrance, arms at her sides and posture perfectly composed, possessing the stillness of one who has managed a guild long enough to recognize when silence holds more value than words. Beside her, Tessa had her hands buried in her jacket pockets, rocking on her heels with the restless intensity of someone dying to voice a dozen thoughts but struggling to pick one.

Kaiden released the video the second the final frame finished rendering. Zero delays. Zero revisions. The content was refined, legal clearance was verified, and every instant lost before the first million views was a wasted opportunity.

His interface suddenly lit up.

The comments section erupted in flames.

- TwoGirlsOneChrono: WHAT THE FUCK DID I JUST WATCH

- NyxedMyGPA: im literally shaking rn those poor girls oh my god

- AwakenedSimp99: bro the ashbound guild is COOKED. like crispy charcoal COOKED.

- PixelValkyrie: new dawn??? NEW DAWN WAS IN ON IT??? hold on let me get my keyboard out

- [Mod] Lady Leia: Okay listen up. What we just watched is EXACTLY what happened with Maximilian Vice. Another organization preying on women. Another group of powerful people treating girls like numbers on a spreadsheet. Us girls need to BAND TOGETHER and demand our governors and Association representatives DO SOMETHING. I am TIRED of watching this happen. Tag your local representatives. Tag every sponsor still attached to Ashbound. Make noise. They want our silence? They’re not getting it!!!

The fans rallied beneath her post like an army waiting for their commander. Angry emojis began to saturate the feed, and screenshots of Ashbound sponsor logos appeared, marked with red X’s. Someone had already launched a hashtag.

Watching the mayhem unfold, Kaiden allowed himself a chuckle.

Leia was truly in her element. The woman possessed the organizational skills of a battlefield logistics expert combined with the fury of someone who viewed every injustice against him or those he cared for as a personal affront. He made a mental note that when they finally met in person, she deserved to order whatever her heart desired from the menu.

Motion on the studio floor pulled him back to the present.

Luna was moving toward Alexandra. Calypso trailed half a step behind, with Aria following in silence. They surrounded her with the smooth synergy of women who had already tacitly agreed on their roles.

"Hey," Luna said, her tone softer than most people ever experienced. She crouched before Alexandra, resting a hand on her knee. "Are you holding up alright?"

Alexandra looked up from between Trisha and Brittany. Her eyes were bloodshot and her smile weak, yet she nodded in the way people do when they are hurting but determined to recover.

"Yeah," she replied. "Just a little overwhelmed."

Calypso reached past Luna and tucked a stray lock of hair behind Alexandra’s ear. "You did wonderfully."

Bastet materialized beside them. Her hand found Alexandra’s shoulder with a squeeze, her ears twitching as she critiqued the blonde’s face with the clinical focus of someone performing a medical check.

"Are you actually okay?" Bastet inquired.

"I’m fine."

"Good." Bastet’s ears flattened. "Then, pray tell, what was the deal with Aria and the Monster Girl Skirt?"

Alexandra’s watery smile tightened.

"Oh wait, that's right!" Calypso’s head whipped toward the maid outfit. Her fingers were already in motion, grabbing the hem of the skirt to inspect the fabric. "Let me see what she did. I knew that thread count looked different!"

"Cali, stop lifting my skirt!"

"I am not lifting it, I am inspecting the craftsmanship. there's a huge difference!"

"There is absolutely no difference when your hand is right there pulling it up!"