Demonic Po*nstar System Chapter 747: Twin Producers

Kaiden returned to the couches, each arm accompanied by a twin, harboring the strong sensation of being led rather than leading the way.

The lounge looked unchanged, yet the vibe had transformed. Vespera along with her experts held the distant corner in complete work mode, Alice circling her mom with a cookie tray steadily emptying out. The couches continued facing off over the low table, his girls remaining precisely in their prior spots.

Bastet noticed him first.

Her golden eyes followed his every step once he passed the table, and right as he sank onto the couch, she claimed his lap. Head resting on his left thigh, hands gripping his knee, her body stretched out flat with such swiftness that it implied she'd been tallying every moment since his departure.

"Master." Her tone rang sweet. "Your hand, back where it belongs. Please."

He let out a sigh and complied. His fingers threaded into her hair, locating the spot behind her ear, and the purring kicked in prior to his second pass.

Kira and Rika let go of his arms just before he settled. In that brief instant, Aria appeared at his right side.

She had anticipated this moment. Her hip nestled against his. Her hand claimed his arm and held firm. The position she seized was Vespera's former seat, sending an unmistakable signal to all observers: this spot was hers for good.

At Kaiden’s extreme left, Calypso stayed put. She reclined with arms crossed and a grin fixed on her face, observing the newcomers with evident delight.

Kira eyed the armchair next to the couch and took it, legs crossing elegantly. Rika balanced on the armrest by her sister, one ankle crossed behind the other, tablet propped on her knee.

From their vantage, the twins enjoyed a perfect view of the setup. Kaiden centered on the opposite couch with a felinid sprawled over his lap, a silver-haired stunner fused to his right, and a red-skinned demoness relaxed on his distant left. Opposite the table, Luna curled up with legs drawn to her chest, Nyx’s arm stretched along the backrest. Alexandra remained trapped in Nyx’s lap, no longer resisting, the prey worn out after depleting her energy.

Kira glanced toward Rika. Rika glanced toward Kira.

Kira’s grin flashed right away. "Okay. So this really isn’t an act for the streams."

Rika giggled. "We had a whole debate about it. Whether the dynamic was real or just really good acting for the camera."

Aria’s hold on Kaiden’s arm clenched tighter. Her silver eyes shifted to the twins, evaluated them, then fixed back on Kaiden’s face bearing an expression that indicated threat assessment complete, verdict forthcoming.

"Something is burning in the kitchen!"

Alexandra’s shout sliced through the cozy air with feigned panic that deceived nobody. She was shoving against Nyx’s forearms already, palms pressed flat, legs pushing off the couch.

Nyx cocked her head. She drew in a prolonged, deliberate, dramatic sniff via her nose.

"Hmm~" Her smile broadened. "I don’t smell anything, Alex."

"Well I do!"

"Fine, fine." Nyx’s arms parted. Alexandra vaulted from her lap, straightened her skirt, and dashed kitchenward before comments could arise.

Nyx tracked her exit with a gentle chuckle.

Aria’s spare hand had grabbed her phone. Her thumb flew over the screen, swift and intent, silver eyes poring over it as the room continued adjusting.

"Kira and Rika Vaughn," she announced. "Co-heads of Pinnacle Productions. Youngest senior executives in Pinnacle’s history, appointed at twenty-eight." Her gaze rose from the display. "Currently listed as the driving force behind seventy percent of New Dawn’s top-performing content campaigns."

She eyed the twins sharply. Spearheading New Dawn efforts cast a poor shadow on them for anyone recently targeted for assassination by New Dawn bosses.

"You didn’t mention any of that," Kaiden interjected. "When you introduced yourselves earlier, you said Pinnacle’s leadership walked out, and then you walked out when Mother called."

"We did say that," Rika affirmed.

"The leadership that walked out..."

"Was us!" Kira beamed. "We are the leadership. Were the leadership. Well, part of the leadership. Vespera called, we quit, the whole thing kind of fell apart after that. Oops."

Luna scoffed. "So what? Pinnacle is New Dawn, and New Dawn are losers."

"Gremlin bestie..." Nyx’s tone stayed patient. "I know you hate them, rightfully so. But they didn’t become the most influential guild in the country just by having strong fighters. Someone was running the media side, and apparently we’re talking to those ’someones’."

Luna’s mouth parted, shut, and twisted into a reluctant scowl.

Kira leaned ahead in the armchair, her stance switching from relaxed to engaged.

"So," she started, gazing toward Kaiden. "We’ve been-"

"Wait a second." Luna's tone stayed even. "I get that you’re a media whiz, padawans turned jedi masters at such a young age and everything, and now you’re aiming to join our team. But hold off on the pitch—I have something to share first."

Kira reclined in her seat. Relaxed, expectant.

"Truth is, we don’t need any assistance." Luna gave a casual shrug. "Things are going great for us. Our viewership keeps climbing, fans love our style, and we’ve managed it all on our own from the very start. No offense meant, but that’s just how it stands."

"Luna has a point," Nyx chimed in. "What sets us apart is our raw edge. Fans keep coming back because it’s genuine, because it’s purely us. Hiring a pro crew and turning it into a slick studio show would kill the unique vibe that distinguishes us from all the other content creators."

From atop Kaiden’s lap, Bastet’s eyes flickered open. One ear swiveled in the direction of the twins.

"Moreover," Bastet declared proudly, "I’ve poured tons of work into perfecting the recording gear. From standard human cameras to our special technique..." Her chin rose against Kaiden’s leg. "I’ve gotten really skilled at it, and there’s no need to mess with a setup that’s running so smoothly."

Her tail flicked gently, calm and pleased.

Kira and Rika traded a look. Fast, seamless—the wordless exchange twins perfect right from birth.

"That makes total sense." Kira dipped her head toward Luna. "To be real, if you’re not interested, we get it and won’t push. Miss Vespera laid it out clear: take the deal or leave it. No deal? We’ll grab our earnings and launch our own studio, calling the shots ourselves this time."

Rika turned to Nyx. "We’re totally on board! Your stuff isn’t merely succeeding—it’s shattering the content creation scene! You’re trailblazers, the fresh industry icons that us ’pros’ ought to admire."

"Just grant us two minutes to lay out our pitch," Kira begged, pressing her palms together in front of her like a playful prayer, "and we’d be so grateful for the shot."