Demonic Po*nstar System Chapter 748: Thoroughly Researched

"We’re truly not attempting to squander your time merely for our once-in-a-lifetime shot," Rika chimed in, mirroring the gestures.

Luna shot a quick glance at Nyx. Nyx pivoted toward Kaiden.

Throughout the entire discussion, Kaiden remained silent, his fingers still stroking Bastet’s hair as he observed his girls managing the situation.

"Proceed," he stated. And as Kira swiveled to speak directly to him: "However, you ought to present to every one of us. They’re my complete partners here. The choice will be made collectively."

Kira’s eyes widened in surprise. Her grin expanded further.

"Understood." She rotated fully to confront the entire group. Rika adjusted her position on the armrest to match.

"To start off," Kira began. "Our goal isn’t to alter your content. We won’t dictate what you stream, your on-camera behavior, or your words. We wouldn’t dare, and besides, it’d be utterly foolish."

"Your material is authentically outstanding," Rika picked up. "Remember that sushi stream? Luna and Nyx battled over the final salmon slice, Bastet slyly grabbed it amid their spitting spat, Aria focused on hand-feeding Kaiden via chopsticks, and Calypso boisterously demanded extra roasted boar from the waitress? That single clip racked up more reshares than Pinnacle’s entire quarterly output."

Luna’s brows arched high. Bastet’s purr grew louder. Calypso batted her eyes all innocent-like.

"Plus the battle footage," Kira pushed forward. "Those first-person views in combat. No matter the recording method you employ, letting audiences peer from within the real party amid live battles—"

Luna nearly interrupted right then...

"We get it," Rika interjected swiftly, hands up in surrender. "We understand it’s a secret you prefer to keep, and we won’t pry. It’s obviously your exclusive tech, all yours."

"But holy crap," Kira exhaled in awe. Her gaze sparkled as her palms clapped together in thrill. "It ranks as one of the top advantages any streaming outfit has wielded on this platform, and you’ve exploited it flawlessly."

"The viewers pick their thrill!" Rika leaned in eagerly now, her tablet set aside. "That’s what renders it mind-blowing. Craving explosive chaos? Tune into Kaiden’s view. Thirsting for gore and desperate struggles? Flip to Calypso’s stream. Prefer a calm, tactical vibe you can track? Nyx delivers. Battlefield from above? Aria’s got it. Watching effortless supremacy amid total mayhem?" She nodded at Bastet. "The commanding pharaoh handles that."

Bastet’s rumbling purr amped up.

"What’s a major hurdle for awakened streams, you ask?" Kira’s eyes gleamed brighter. "Grabbing the focus of young audiences whose minds are fried from endless social media scrolling. Tiny attention spans, no tolerance, craving nonstop excitement or they bail in seconds."

Her finger jabbed toward Luna.

"A lightning-charged, blistering-fast POV exploding with effects and foes sliced in half instantly? Pure perfection. It’s the ultimate counter to doom-scrolling. They’re glued."

Luna gawked at her. "Wait, did you label my fighting style... anti-doom-scroll?"

"Exactly, and it’s brilliant!" Kira affirmed. "Sure, the special camera edge is huge, but your wildly distinct styles seal the deal! With every feed live simultaneously, viewers enjoy endless choices, banishing boredom. No channel hopping needed—just swap POVs. Immersion and retention? Unrivaled."

Kira’s vibe transformed. She flicked a look at Rika; their silent exchange was fleeting.

"Not forgetting the steamy scenes," she murmured, eyeing the distant corner where Vespera’s crew huddled in discussion.

The atmosphere in the room shifted noticeably. Luna crossed her arms more firmly. Nyx’s mouth twisted slyly.

"Those clips come solely from the ladies’ angles, accessible only to women viewers. By the girls, for the girls. One-of-a-kind hook," Rika noted.

Kira jumped back in, eyes shining like stars. "Kaiden rarely activates his feed then, keeping his view locked to fights and casual streams. Ladies watch him battle, chuckle, nurture his team daily—then in intimate moments, they glimpse him solely via his partners’ gazes, maximizing closeness and dive-in feel. Through lenses of women utterly, openly smitten with him, basking in his full affection returned."

"And you can spot the genuineness immediately," Rika chimed in. "That’s exactly it. The videos show next to no preparation. No staging, no lighting setups, no rehearsed lines. It’s obviously authentic. The way he gazes at you..." She hesitated, her professional front briefly cracking to reveal true sincerity. "It’s barely porn, honestly. It’s pure, joyful closeness. The type that most folks only fantasize about. He’s not acting. You’re not acting. You’re simply... in love. A dashing, magnetic man with his stunning, loyal women, sharing passion while the camera just records it."

She sat up straight.

"You’ve essentially transformed the whole adult content world. Half the platform now tries imitating you." She shrugged. "They all flop miserably. Every last one. They’re faking what you truly live, and watchers detect it in just three seconds."

Luna emitted a noise halfway between a groan and a cough.

Nyx giggled. "You really have done your research."

Kira held her gaze steadily. "I’ve watched every video. Multiple times."

"..." Luna scoffed.

"Shameless." Calypso laughed. "I like it."

Bastet simply continued purring.

Aria spoke up. A subtle sharpness tinged her voice.

"That’s all very flattering. But I have to ask." Her silver eyes shifted between the twins. "You’ve spent the last minute praising how great our content is, how unique our style remains, and how our approach needs no tweaks. It’s wonderful to hear, but..." She tilted her head. "So where’s the actual pitch? If everything’s already succeeding, what do you really want to offer us?"

Kira and Rika exchanged glances. Their grins perfectly matched.

"Glad you asked."

Kaiden observed the change unfold. The bubbly fangirl enthusiasm sharpened into focus.

Two genius producers who’d ditched their empire over one phone call now lounged in his space, flashing identical grins with a pitch ready to unleash.

He’d be fooling himself if he claimed zero curiosity.