Demonic Po*nstar System Chapter 734: A Strange Donation

Like a touching family photo, the trio glowed with warmth and light in a chamber filled with gloom only moments earlier.

The chat raced by at such velocity that separate messages blurred beyond recognition, even in the members-only access.

"So that’s the story," Kaiden addressed the camera. His tone stayed relaxed and chatty.

Magnus clenched the desk until his knuckles drained pale.

Suddenly, the donation notification erupted.

A mighty war horn blasted across the stream's audio, resonant and drawn-out, the sort that shook the ribcage and hinted at savage fury. The overlay on the stream grew dim. At the feed's core, a sigil emerged in pitch-black contours and crimson ember glow, elaborate and coiling, a fiendish motif that throbbed twice prior to dissolving toward the frame's borders. Underneath, the donation text slid by: Natasha_V — 100 Chronos.

That sigil represented the stream's supreme alert level, the single one Emilia kept operational. Any inferior tier would reduce the stream to wordless screen flickers.

Emilia crafted its look, part of her endless drive to prove herself as the ideal mod for Kaiden's channel.

She crafted it personally on a sleepless night during stream configuration, after dispatching Nyx a precise message requesting a sharp image of the brand for "graphic design reference purposes."

Nyx responded after half an hour.

Yet not merely the one picture requested by the girl...

The Space Valkyrie forwarded eleven.

All selfies. Nyx clad in Kaiden’s baggy shirt, fabric gripped in one hand right below her chest, exposing her midriff and the sleek, shadowy brand positioned low across her abdomen. The shirt draped beyond her hips on the ungripped side, and peeking from under the edge, black lace panties clung to curves unreal without digital enhancement.

Shots from diverse perspectives. Some overhead, others via mirror, one snapped reclined on an evident massive harem bed, pink locks splayed over a sculpted torso... His.

"KYA!" Emilia shrieked in shock.

Each photo captured the brand flawlessly while showcasing all else with the accuracy of someone fully aware of her intent.

Accompanying the batch was the note: ’reference material delivered to my favorite internet bestie 💋💋💋’

Emilia emitted another noise, one prompting neighbor inquiries come morning.

Her cheeks scorched fiercely; she slammed her phone face-down on the desk and cupped her face with both palms for a solid minute before daring another peek. Then she peeked anew. Then she archived them all, forged the sigil amid forty minutes of frenzied, flushed concentration, and never breathed a word of the origin to a soul.

The emblem mirrored exactly the mark borne by Kaiden’s Valkyries on their lower abdomens, the refined, shadowy brand the system had burned into their flesh upon claiming. The womb tattoo.

Since adult material targeted females only, male audiences merely saw it as a striking demonic symbol, bold and fierce, ideal for a squad named Valhalla’s Sinners.

Still, every woman viewer tuned to specific clips recognized it precisely and its placement on those ladies' forms.

Sarah dubbed Emilia a pervert. Leia labeled her a kink-obsessed fetishist requiring aid. Or better yet, a swift lay. Yet... neither urged alteration. Both deemed it irresistibly hot; they simply relished teasing their bashful pal with her blatant fetishes.

The emblem endured, males stayed clueless, and fangirls held their tongues in sisterly pact over a secret faith.

Ten thousand dollars. The sigil's subtext declared: ’I owe you and your mother a sincere apology, Kaiden. Your father wronged me deeply and I need someone to hear me. Please.’

Kaiden's gaze fell to the popup.

"Hundred Chronos from Natasha." He voiced the text, drawing it out the second pass as levity drained from his words. "Says she wants to apologize to me and mother and that my father wronged her."

He peered at Vespera below.

"Do you know a person named Natasha?"

"There are a lot of Natashas in this world."

"..." Kaiden eyed his mother with dry skepticism. No real reply there. Still, he pressed forward, aware of Vespera's quirks. "She mentioned us specifically." Kaiden’s brow furrowed. "Would you mind if we heard her out?"

The Shadow Monarch lifted her shoulders faintly against his torso. Eyes remained shut. Smile persisted.

The chat had spotted the donation already.

— 44xStorm: 100 Chronos just to talk??

— BastetThrone: "Your father wronged me" oh no.

— SinnerDevotee: I have a terrible feeling about this.

— Natasha_V: Wait. You mean, talk right now? There are millions of people watching...

"We might as well, as far as I’m concerned," Kaiden nodded. "Or is it something best reserved for later?"

A pause. Then:

— Natasha_V: I suppose you’re right. We might as well...My number is in the private donation note. Can you call?

Kaiden reviewed the donation info, spotted the digits in the hidden note, and fished his phone from his pocket.

The line linked almost instantly. He activated first-person capture, positioned the video call, adjusted the frame ratio, and overlaid it onto the stream as an extra window. Seamless execution. The front cam—which had displayed Bastet’s golden cat-like eyes and her [Harem Vision] chronicling her adored Master forging legend since stream start—continued depicting the trio as seen all evening, with the newcomer’s visage framed crisply alongside.

Natasha filled her own panel. Golden locks, sleepy azure eyes, plump lips, features suited for ad campaigns and a build that backed it up. The type drawing men's double-takes and women's sharp single glances swiftly dismissed. A loose silk robe cinched at her middle, bold cosmetics accenting her supermodel traits.

In all ways imaginable, she contrasted Vespera Ashborn utterly. Inviting, plush, approachable. All Vespera lacked.

Magnus stiffened utterly. His hand's quiver halted as his frame seized solid.

"No!" he bellowed.

A follow-up roar ripped free, primal and fierce, for he grasped precisely the impending doom. And its mastermind.

"VESPERAAAAAAAAAAA!"

"Hi," Natasha said hello. Her accent lingered softly. Russian, melodic, a timbre enchanting even mundane lists. "Thank you for letting me speak. I wasn’t sure if..."

She faltered. Her eyes glistened red.

"Take your time," Kaiden urged. His voice grew cautious. Yet the sum donated and wording convinced him to listen. He stood poised to end it otherwise.

"My name is Natasha Volkov. For the past three years, I have been in a relationship with Magnus Ashborn. Sorry." She amended. "Magnus Morvane."