Demonic Po*nstar System Chapter 749: Pitch

Kira and Rika exchanged glances. Their smiles mirrored perfectly.

"Glad you asked."

Kaiden observed the transformation unfold. The fangirl excitement sharpened into focus.

"Honestly, the atmosphere isn't right for our usual polished pitch. It would come off as too eager and aggressive here." Kira dismissed her own comment with a wave, then turned to Aria with a gentle smile. "Let me just pose the question. Wouldn't it be great to have a pro handle your makeup before streams? Someone skilled in blending skin tones with lighting?"

Aria raised her chin slightly.

'What girl wouldn't crave looking her absolute prettiest on camera? Especially my stunning moon,' Kaiden mused affectionately, quickly realizing these twins were total pros.

Among every woman present, the Moon Valkyrie held the strongest views on this subject. Kaiden sensed her hold on his arm firm up just a bit, and he grinned to himself, anticipating her response perfectly.

"I've handled my own makeup since age sixteen," Aria stated. Her tone stayed calm, friendly, laced with the hint of someone not seeking advice. "I researched thoroughly. I understand how my face appears under all lighting conditions. I've managed well."

The sole occasion another person applied her makeup was her debut intimate video, when money woes pushed her into unwanted choices. Kaiden's company then made it enjoyable and a cherished recollection, yet during that application by the makeup artist—a random staffer from Untainted Holes—she felt intensely nervous.

The final look was stunning. Utterly captivating. Yet the recollection lingered beside her stomach churn, trembling hands, and the unsure reflection staring back, doubting if she could follow through.

"You've done more than just fine," Kira responded, agreeing with a nod. "You're gorgeous. Every one of you is. That's beyond dispute."

"But?" Aria's silver gaze intensified.

"No buts!" Kira lifted her hands, beaming broadly. "Seriously. Your skills are top-notch. We spotted a couple details reviewing your videos and figured it was worth mentioning, if you're interested."

Rika had already dipped into her crossbody bag, wearing a cunning smile that revealed her eagerness for this moment. She retrieved a tablet, tapped it a couple times, and rotated the display. It revealed a crammed page of notes, color-sorted, dated meticulously. She swiped to another. Then one more. The script was tiny, edges packed tight.

"Video fourteen, twenty-two-minute timestamp." Rika looked up from the display knowingly. "The ceiling light caused a shine over your forehead, dulling the cheekbone glow you'd placed. Contour was flawless, yet bounce light erased its depth."

Aria blinked, launched her media app, found the clip, and after intense close inspection, spotted the unwelcome flaw.

"Video twenty-one, five-minute point. Base suited your skin in warm glows, but as sunlight faded and light cooled, foundation turned faintly orange near your neck."

Silence filled the room.

Rika winked. "Plenty more exist, but here's the thing. Everyone knows these tiny flaws escape most fans' notice or concern. Plus, flawless makeup isn't always essential. Long combat streams smear it with sweat and blood... Hopefully only sweat. Applies to your intimate content too..."

"Establishing a flawless start still matters!" Aria objected. "I skip bulky helmets, so I aim to look attractive during combat streams..."

"You're all gorgeous even barefaced," Kaiden chimed in, earning a sharp glance from his devoted Moon Valkyrie, signaling his take carried little sway here.

Truth was, Aria recognized her boyfriend remained completely enchanted by her, cosmetics or none.

She refused to accept 'pretty enough'—she demanded surpassing beauty over every other woman alive.

How otherwise could she stand tall beside Kaiden, flaunting the universe's finest man as her own?

"Bruh, can we move on?" Luna yawned.

"Shush!" Aria snapped, pressing on, "For adult videos... My face isn't usually central, but I believe Kai enjoys when my makeup runs a bit during intimacy, so..."

She shyly chose to halt there.

The twins flashed sly grins as Kira continued. "There’s also the time factor. How much time do you devote to your routine before every appearance? Forty minutes? An hour? Blending, setting, preview feed checks, adjustments..."

"... A lot." Aria admitted softly, her voice laced with reluctance.

"Imagine if, rather than handling all that yourself," Kira continued, "you simply lounged in a chair? Chatted with the girls. Scrolled through your phone. Tackled key matters. You’re savvy businesswomen managing empires with profit margins beyond my wildest guesses. Your time holds immense value, and it’ll grow even rarer as things ramp up."

Rika seized the moment, her eyes sparkling with cunning mischief. "But maybe the biggest perk of all... What if you could..." She shot a playful glance at Kaiden, brimming with cheeky intent and zero remorse. "Ring up someone special and lavish him with your undivided focus while we manage everything else?"

Aria turned her gaze to Kaiden.

He met her eyes steadily.

In mere seconds, her silver eyes shifted from possessive to shrewd, then to eager curiosity, and Kaiden read the precise idea flashing through her thoughts: a full extra hour before each stream, not bent over a mirror applying concealer, but cozied up on a call with him, sharing laughs, chatting, simply connecting.

"...You’ve raised some solid arguments," Aria replied, fighting hard against the impulse to sign the twins right then.

Kira and Rika swapped a blatant glance of victory.

"Now, switching gears entirely!" Kira clapped sharply once. "We’ve devoured your monster cooking streams—they rank among our top picks. But here’s the catch." She raised a finger, curiosity lighting her face. "How much time goes into the prep? Not the cooking itself. All the setup before firing up the stove."

Kaiden’s fingers stilled briefly in Bastet’s fur.

He pondered it. First, the monster cookbook, paging through and picking recipes. Next, the market run. Wandering stalls, eyeing meats, bargaining with vendors who jacked prices knowing awakened fighters had fat wallets. Then lugging it home. Arranging the kitchen. Clearing the prep area.

Around six hours, roughly. For a single cook-off.

Six hours better spent on training. Leveling up. Plotting tactics.

Or simply chilling on this sofa, Bastet nestled in his lap, Aria tucked against his side, with nothing ahead but tomorrow’s highlight: whipping up delicious monster meals alongside his bubbly companions.

"It takes a while," Kaiden confessed.

"Plus the post-production grind," Rika chimed in, leaning ahead from the armrest. "Editing. Thumbnails. Word is, you handle them solo."

He did. After every stream, every clip. A twelve-hour monster-slaying marathon behind him, he’d stumble home, shower, refuel, then crash in bed, slicing footage and crafting thumbnails till exhaustion demanded shutdown.

How superior it would feel to just wrap his arms around his girls and let his drained mind recharge?

Moreover...

Editing posed one concern. He’d fretted that outsourcing might strip the channel’s raw vibe, that gritty authenticity. Truth be told, he hacked it out half-asleep at 2 AM. No magic formula—just a weary guy slapping together clips and fades while battling drooping lids. Pros could match it effortlessly, likely polishing it higher without losing the essence.

Thumbnails differed. His sufficed for loyal fans, but sharper visuals could snag broader crowds, drawing in folks unaware of Valhalla’s Sinners or too indifferent to hit play.

Thanks to endless alien chaos, Kaiden and his crew had hit headlines so often that nearly everyone recognized them.

Yet getting those viewers to click through naturally, hooked by the content, marked a whole new level.

Kaiden held a poker face, but the equation added up cleanly.

"Now the exciting bit." Kira waved off the logistics with a flick, her grin turning razor-edged, eyes flashing. "We’ve held back the crown jewel for last."