Demonic Po*nstar System Chapter 750: Finishing Blow

Rika echoed the expression.

"Cosplay outfits," Kira declared. "Even the super spicy ones." She winked toward Nyx, reciting, "Miss Valkyrie." Then toward Kaiden. "Allfather."

On Valhalla’s Sinners page, the initial sex video showed Nyx dedicating countless hours to crafting a homemade Valkyrie costume. She knelt submissively before Kaiden, embodying his faithful warrior angel and ultimate loyal servant.

Nyx’s face turned red, a secret, wistful smile gracing her mouth. That memory lingered vividly in her mind.

"..." Aria’s gaze sharpened.

Luna burst into laughter, recalling Nyx’s deeply submissive side.

Meanwhile, Nyx shifted from casual interest to intense focus. "Please, continue..."

"Cosplays without any limits, perfectly tailored, from designers who owe us big favors..." Rika murmured seductively.

"Not the flimsy junk from temporary shops that tears at the slightest movement." Kira’s fingers ticked off points once more. "Silk wraps from master weavers for our stunning pharaoh," she gestured to Bastet, "since your current ones don’t catch the light right on film. Genuine silk drapes uniquely. It hugs your killer curves... Way. More. Tempting."

She winked at the catwoman. "I’m sure Kaiden wouldn’t mind..."

Bastet’s purring halted abruptly. Her ears perked straight up.

"Monster-hide corsets for a specific demoness." Rika picked up the thread. "Custom-made for demonic builds, since ready-made ignores tails or horns, and regular leather can’t withstand the heat. We know a Prague seamstress who specializes in monster materials only. She’s ridiculously skilled with zero boundaries on her creations... Honestly, she’s tired of our usual orders. New Dawn never went for the premium gear."

Calypso’s thrilled pulse echoed clearly. "I’m all ears."

"Moonlight-sensitive fabrics are real," Kira noted, eyeing Aria. "From niche experimental designers. Picture lingerie that truly shimmers when you channel energy... Or hit peak bliss. We’ve tested prototypes."

Aria blinked rapidly, a dozen times in mere seconds.

"And for the zippy gremlin..."

"Oi."

"My bad," Rika inclined her head politely before pressing ahead boldly. "Fabrics that resist speed, lightning, and tearing. We’ve seen three of your steamy videos with ’mishaps’ where Kaiden’s thrilled, but you’re left frustrated..."

"That’s ’cause it shredded when SOMEONE" Luna glared at Kaiden, then her face flushed and her voice softened, "Did certain things and I lost control."

"We get it." Rika agreed solemnly. "We can solve that. Or provide backups, based on if the tearing’s intentional or not."

"...Intentional, probably..." Luna grumbled, her eyes narrowed into blazing lines fixed on one particular guy.

"On the topic of breakables." Kira’s tone turned secretive and low. "Awakened women unleash accidental mana bursts at climax? A typical level 25 woman generates power to shatter standard silicone right in two."

Silence enveloped the couches.

"Regular sex toys target unawakened folks," Rika went on smoothly. "They’re not designed for enhanced strength, mana flow, or the intense pelvic power from battle-hardened women in full ecstasy."

"Hm." Luna pondered. Her collection of toys had sat unused for months, but truthfully, one man’s endless stamina made them obsolete. Still, a fascinating tidbit.

"No thanks needed," Aria interjected, clutching Kaiden’s arm tight. "Kai handles us perfectly."

"Just a casual example..." Kira chuckled at Aria’s sharp reaction, adoring the feistiness.

"How about something bolder?" Nyx chimed in.

*Cough* "Submissive bitch!" *Cough* Luna seemed caught in a coughing spell.

Rika’s eyes gleamed. "You mean bondage gear?"

"Purely theoretical," Nyx grinned.

"Theory’s where it gets challenging." Kira leaned in closer. "Normal restraints fail against awakened women. Silk ropes, leather straps, even steel cuffs... a theoretical woman at your power could break them with a twitch. Gags? Shredded by fangs. Rope? Forget it. Calypso, unsure if you’d experiment, but-"

"I do want to."

Calypso’s reply sliced through, sharp and instant.

The demoness straightened up, flashing a broad, toothy smile. Her tail swished excitedly behind her.

"Darling has been gentle. Too gentle." She reclined, appearing delighted. "I have plenty of fans, you know. I’ve checked out their comments." Her smile shifted to something sly. "They’re all waiting for a video that matches the feel of my first subjugation."

"Why does everyone turn into a total sub around here?!" Luna folded her arms and snorted.

No one paid her any mind.

"We’ve used ropes, toys, all the basics. But they shatter whenever I heat up."

"Standard stuff breaks," Rika clarified. "There’s Awakened-grade gear for bondage. Cuffs that dampen mana and curb wild bursts without dulling feelings. Gags reinforced with flex cores to handle bites from awakened teeth. Cables threaded with mana-null fibers that resist A-tier power without slicing skin."

"The issue is it’s super specialized, costs a fortune, and hardly anyone knows about it. Makers don’t put up huge ads."

"But we do," Rika wrapped up. "We know them well."

"And just how did you come across them, if you don’t mind me asking...?" Aria chimed in. "You said New Dawn had no interest in producing this type of content."

"Lady Vespera reached out days back. We’ve been busy ever since. Haven’t slept more than three hours," Kira boasted, puffing up her chest.

Calypso faced Kaiden. Her gaze sparkled, her smile bold.

"Darling. I approve of these two. Loyal minions who stay resourceful in the shadows are exactly what every mighty demon lord requires."

"..." Kaiden was at a loss for words.

Bastet, purring softly with the refined poise of someone beyond petty talk, murmured without lifting her lids.

"The silk bindings. You spoke of artisan crafters. What sets them apart from my current outfit? How will they feel against my skin? How can they boost my allure to draw Master deeper under my spell? Let’s talk about showcasing my special appeal..."

"Well, you see..."

...

Their discussion dragged on. The women gradually warmed up. Everyone knew they invested heaps of time prepping their planned streams. Kaiden handled most editing and thumbnails, a chore he’d happily skip.

He’d figured he didn’t need helpers. Too many downsides: faked realism, ruined closeness, extra headaches. Yet these two proved they grasped the Sinners’ core talents perfectly, aiming only to boost what already shone and ease their daily grind.

Then delivered the killer blow.

"Honestly..." Kira murmured. She eyed the distant room corner.

Vespera lingered there. Pros clustered nearby. Talia and Tessa drawn into the group. The Shadow Monarch gestured as she talked, sketching layouts, reorganizing, crafting plans.

Kira turned back to Kaiden.

"I believe your world’s on the verge of massive upheaval," she murmured. "Not only the streams. Stuff you managed before? It’ll seem trivial soon enough, ’Lord Ashborn’."

No one disputed those words. Like it or hate it, the shift was locked in.

Kaiden Grey, the supposed ’orphan’, was Vespera Ashborn’s son.

"Regardless," Rika added gently, "we’re available if you choose us. We’re eager to team up, truly, but it’s your call."

Kira grinned. "If it’s a no, we’ll cheer as your top fans from afar."

Kaiden eyed them closely for moments, then parted his lips.

"Kaiden."

Vespera’s voice rang from behind. He spun around. His mother had stepped away from the experts, positioned paces off, stance rigid, face impassive.

The stern, commanding Vespera Ashborn the public recognized.

"I wish to talk with you."

...

The night wore on sleeplessly, as major choices demanded settling.

All leading to a reveal that would rock the globe.

A fresh guild was now officially filed.