Demonic Po*nstar System Chapter 756: Fangirls United

"No... We’re still here," Sarah let out a sigh.

A chuckle came from Kira. "Calypso might honestly be game for that. She’s surprisingly easy to get along with, especially for being an infernal demonic monster who should be tearing humans apart on sight."

"See?" Leia spread her hands wide. "Dreams do come true. When I see her, I’ll get on all fours and beg for an hour straight."

"...I’ll tell Kaiden," Emilia warned, her eyes narrowing sharply.

"He can come too, of course! There’s enough sexy demonic thighs for the both of us. And if he doesn’t want to share, I’ll be happy even to rest my head in the sand..."

"Sorry, Leia is really messed up," Sarah said apologetically.

"Hey. I can hear you."

"...We’ve been part of the fandom for a bit now, she’s not that bad~" Kira and Rika giggled in unison.

The twins allowed the laughter to fade, then cocked their heads in eerily perfect unison.

"Okay. Fun stuff aside for a second. Can we talk work?"

"...Please," Sarah replied, shaking off the eerie sight of the twins syncing up.

"So here’s the thing," Kira began. "You three already know the numbers. Kai’s streams have been averaging over a million live viewers in recent days, peaking at five million. Those are insane numbers for any content creator on the planet."

"And they’re about to go up," Rika chimed in.

Emilia blinked in surprise. "Is there even an up from here?"

The twins exchanged glances. Then they turned back to the camera.

"Miss Internet Wifey," Kira said softly. "This is the Awakened Media Platform. Magical translation. No language barriers. No regional locks. The potential viewership isn’t millions."

"It’s billions." Rika let the words sink in. "Technically, every person on the planet."

Silence gripped the call.

"We’ve talked about it a lot overnight," Kira continued, her playful tone vanished. "We got hired around midnight and had been going over their internal analytics since. We arrived at a decision."

She leaned in closer. Rika mirrored the motion precisely.

"Our goal is to have Kaiden reach one billion simultaneous live viewers."

This silence differed from the Leia fantasy one. That had been confused. This hung heavy and motionless.

"One billion," Sarah echoed.

"One billion." Kira nodded firmly. "An actual operational target. Not a vision board number meant to wow witless investors. This is the number we intend to hit."

"Nobody in history has done that," Leia stated. Her goofiness had evaporated. "No one’s even gotten anywhere close."

"Nobody in history has been the group of eccentric anomalies that we, the five of us, are working for," Rika countered.

Another pause followed. Briefer this time.

"While it’s lovely to get to know you three, our colleagues... We didn’t call just to say hi." Kira’s grin had faded. "We called because getting to our goal requires a machine, and you three are already part of it."

"Part of it how?" Emilia questioned. Her back straightened against the cushion. She no longer lounged curled up.

"The human mind is fickle." Rika reclined, arms folded casually. "Fandoms even more so. A single well-placed comment can start a hype train or a hate mob. The difference between the two is often just who speaks first and how they frame it."

"You three know this already. You’ve been doing it." Kira pointed a finger at the camera. "Emilia, when Kai’s team began their ’magnanimous help’ in the basin, your comment reframed the whole thing. ’They chose this.’ Three words. Suddenly the narrative wasn’t ’Kaiden turned into a bloodthirsty man who lost his wits,’ it was ’wronged man does what is reasonable.’ The spam train started from your comment."

Pink flushed Emilia’s cheeks, yet she held her gaze steady.

"Leia." Rika grinned. "You’re a different beast entirely. Your analytical breakdowns turn casual viewers into soldiers. Girls who were sitting on their couches half-watching a stream while rubbing their bellies suddenly grab their pitchforks and ride into the comment section ready to die for the cause because you wrote three paragraphs calling for war."

"Hehehe." Leia offered only smug chuckles, inspecting her nails with a goofy smile plastered on her face.

"And Sarah." Kira’s voice grew warmer. "Head mod. There since stream one. Your word carries weight that no one else could earn, because that train had already departed months ago. No one can replace being the first follower who became head mod. When you speak in chat, people listen. You think you’re just a humble moderator, but to us, you’re more like an institution."

Sarah parted her lips, shut them again, and grabbed her Nutella jar instead.

"There’s a reason Kai made you three official." Rika raised a hand to halt any dodges. "Sure, he’s a kind leader rewarding loyalty. But he’s cleverly sharp too. He spotted your true worth. You’re beyond just chat moderators. You belong to the Sinners."

A pause lingered. The trio of mods absorbed the words.

"Alright." Kira clapped her hands lightly. "Coordination. We all know the gang’s style."

She shared a glance with Rika, and they both chuckled.

"For them, schedules are just loose ideas," Rika said with tact.

Kira laughed shortly. "No color-coded calendars with quarter-hour slots for you."

"Instead, we’ll keep you updated," Rika continued smoothly. "On team goals, their vibes, upcoming content types, their current moods. Big-picture guidance, not rigid lines."

"It flows both ways." Kira copied her sister’s stance. "You share community vibes with us. Desires for more, what’s tiring them, what sparks excitement. That info guides our choices."

"But one key point." Kira’s voice took a subtle edge. "This insight means early knowledge on public stuff, plus internal goals, group tensions, plans. We’ll add NDA terms to your contracts."

"Agreed," Leia replied without delay.

"No doubt," Emilia chimed in.

"Is that seriously in question?" Sarah wondered.

Kira and Rika exchanged pleased smiles.

"We expected as much." Rika gave a playful wink. "Procedure demands we ask formally."

The gravity lingered briefly until Kira eased it. She reclined, a cheeky smile spreading wide.

"Last bit. Post-hiring, we’ve dived into private stats. Viewer hold rates, interaction trends, sub gains—everything." She eyed Rika, who beamed at the lens. "The data shows your mods’ real boost to metrics. Your effect? Wildly impressive."

"You three deserve way more praise." Rika wagged her head. "To us, if Kai and the crew shine onstage, you’re the hidden stars pulling strings. Top-tier pros, no exaggeration."

A subtle, tight-lipped smile lit Emilia’s face, her business side content.

Leia reclined on her bed, hands clasped behind, smirking upward.

Sarah scooped Nutella slowly and pointed the spoon toward the camera.

"I think," she declared, "us five will form one killer team."

Five devoted fangirls. Five ladies who snagged dream gigs they’d fight tooth and nail for. All buzzing with fire, synced perfectly, bound by a goal so massive only the boldest dreamers pursue it.

One billion.

Work awaited them.