Demonic Po*nstar System Chapter 938: An Unexpected Observer

The corner of the training room was dark. The bench against the far wall was occupied.

Aria sat with her knees drawn up, her back against the wall, wearing the Kaiden hoodie she’d claimed at Marlowe & Finch and absolutely nothing else. The hoodie had ridden up her thighs. Her right hand was between her legs, glistening, and her silver hair fell across eyes that watched him with a calm, cool intensity that contained no embarrassment whatsoever.

"I knew the gremlin was plotting something," Aria said, her voice carrying the exact soft register she used to ask who wanted breakfast. "She was fidgeting all through the evening. Very suspicious."

She pulled her finger out of her drenched folds, observing the glistening trail with zero emotion shown on her delicate features.

"So I investigated."

Luna went still against Kaiden’s chest.

For one second, the crude, foul-mouthed, unfiltered Storm Valkyrie who had never known a moment of sexual shame in her life processed the fact that Aria Levander had been sitting in the dark watching the entire time, and a blush so violent it looked like a medical emergency climbed her throat and scalp.

"How long have you been there?"

"Since the first pin." Aria tilted her head, her wet fingers sliding at the same unhurried pace, as if this conversation required no adjustment to her rhythm whatsoever. "You were winning four-nothing and you still got cornered. I’ll sign you up for a spatial awareness class. My treat."

"That’s- I wasn’t- he CHEATED-"

"He watched your feet for two rounds and you never noticed." Aria’s lips curved, small and precise. "You were too busy getting horny."

"SHUT UP!"

"And Luna?" Aria’s eyes held hers, warm and knowing and utterly merciless. "What you said, just now. About being overpowered."

Luna’s blush achieved a shade the human body was not designed to produce.

"I thought it was beautiful. A wonderful character development," Aria said, and meant it, and Luna wanted to die. "I fully get it. There’s nothing more validating as a woman than squirming beneath Kaiden’s broad chest as he does with our body whatever he pleases. When he does that, I feel as though my life’s meaning is being fulfilled in real time."

"I was performing! It was dirty talk!"

"Luna."

"WHAT."

"I’m sitting in the dark fingering myself to my boyfriend destroying you and you visibly loving every single second of it. We are past the point of dishonesty."

Luna’s mouth opened. Closed. Opened again. No sound came out. Kaiden had never seen her speechless and wasn’t sure it would happen again.

Aria rose from the bench. She’d already decided what happened next, and the universe was welcome to catch up. The hoodie remained on, the printed Kaiden on its front catching the low light, and she walked across the training room floor barefoot, each step measured, her wet inner thighs gleaming.

She stopped in front of Kaiden, looked down at him while Luna dangled forgotten in his other arm, and reached down to touch his face the way she always did, with her fingertips, like she was verifying he was real.

"My turn," Aria said, soft.

He lowered Luna to the mat, and the gremlin’s legs wobbled enough that she sat immediately, face still burning, arms crossed over her bare chest.

Aria straddled Kaiden where he was, one knee on either side of his hips, and sank onto him with a slow, wet ease that said she’d been ready since the first pin. Her eyes fluttered shut and her lips parted and a small, shaking breath escaped her as she took him to the hilt.

"Ahh..."

She settled there, the hoodie bunching around her waist, his printed face across her chest while the real one was inches from her mouth, and she looked at him with the expression that made corporate executives forget their own names.

"Kai..." she called his name, full of urgent need, and rolled her hips.

Luna, from the mat, watched her unhinged friend descend into the same man she’d just been wrapped around, and her blush fought a losing battle against morbid fascination. "You’re wearing his face on your tits while you ride him. That is genuinely psychopathic behavior."

"Mm." Aria didn’t open her eyes. She rolled again, deeper, and her fingers found Kaiden’s shoulders. "Jealous?"

"Of what? You look like a merchandise booth at a fan convention! A booth that is getting plundered!"

"Ahn..." Aria’s hips lifted and dropped, finding her rhythm, and the sound she made was soft and private and entirely unbothered by Luna’s commentary. The hoodie slid off one shoulder, revealing skin that caught the low light, and her silver hair swayed with each movement.

Kaiden’s hands found her perky butt. The way she moved on him was nothing like Luna. Where Luna was desperate speed and sharp edges, Aria was languid rolls that built like tides, her body undulating against his with a patience that had nothing patient in it at all.

"Mm... Nhh... Kai..." She leaned forward, her forehead against his, her breath hot on his lips. "I watched you make her feel safe enough to say that." Her hips moved, slow and devastating. "I’m really proud of you. Finally the gremlin was being honest with herself."

Her pace quickened. Her fingers tightened on his shoulders and her breathing shortened and the composure she wore like a second skin began to fray at the edges.

"Hah- Kai- deeper-"

He gripped her hard and pulled her down onto him as he thrust up to meet her, and Aria made a sound that started as his name and ended as something with no language in it.

"Hya! ahh!"

Luna, from the mat, had gone very quiet. She was watching Aria come apart above Kaiden with wide eyes and flushed cheeks, her competitive instincts wrestling openly with the fact that the yandere was putting on a genuinely spectacular performance.

"...Okay, the hip thing she’s doing is kind of impressive," Luna admitted to no one. "Bet it feels amazing."

She got a thumbs up from Kaiden, confirming her theory, before Aria grabbed his hand and placed it back on her round behind. "Focus on me..." she muttered, biting her lip.

Aria rode him harder, the hoodie bouncing with each thrust, her head tipping back, her mouth open. Her hands moved to his chest and she pushed herself upright and the new angle made her gasp and her thighs trembled against his hips.

"Kai, I’m..."

Her spine went taut, her hands slid from his chest to his jaw, holding his face, holding his eyes, and the cold composure that had survived every boardroom and every battlefield shattered on his name. She came with her gaze locked onto his, silent for one perfect second, then a trembling exhale that broke into a sob of pleasure.

"Ahngghh!!"

He came inside her a moment later, his hands pulling her hips flush against his. What was left was just a girl in love, shaking, with silver hair in her face and her boyfriend’s hoodie twisted around her waist.

She collapsed forward onto his chest and pressed her face into his neck, and her breath came in trembling gasps that hitched on his name.

"Mine," she whispered, the word barely a breath. As if she needed to hear it confirmed one more time that he was real, that he was hers, that the hoodie she’d stolen and slept in and refused to take off was allowed.

They stayed like that, Aria draped across him, until their breathing steadied and the training room stopped spinning.

Luna had been watching from the mat with her arms crossed over her bare chest, cheeks still burning, competitive instincts doing battle with the afterglow of the best orgasm of her life. Aria’s smug little "Mine" had settled the battle decisively.

Then the gremlin grin returned.

Luna rose to her feet and padded over on silent bare soles. She stopped behind Aria, hands on the Moon Valkyrie’s shoulders while standing over her, and went very still.

Aria felt her before she saw her. Her eyes widened.

"Luna. Don’t you dare. I’m still-"

Luna dared.

Both hands shoved, hard, driving her down onto Kaiden to the hilt. Aria’s composure, which had been rebuilding itself one shaky breath at a time, detonated on contact. Her back arched and a moan ripped out of her that had zero composure left in it, because she was still sensitive, still clenching, and the sudden depth hit everything at once.

"You damned-!"

"That’s for the commentary," Luna informed her, standing over the shaking yandere with both hands on her hips. "You had a lot of fun at my expense tonight. But don’t you dare think you’re above me for a single second, Psycho Yandere."

Before Aria could recover, Luna hauled her sideways off Kaiden’s lap.

"No! Kai!" Aria hit the mat with a yelp, the hoodie riding up, silver hair everywhere, looking genuinely disoriented for the first time all evening.

Luna straddled Kaiden before Aria had finished landing.

"Round three." She planted both palms on his chest, settling her weight across his hips, and looked down at him with a grin so wide it split her face in half. Her legs were still wobbly and her hair was a disaster and her eyes were red-rimmed from the orgasm she’d had ten minutes ago, and none of that stopped her from declaring, with absolute conviction she visibly did not possess: "This time, I’m making you admit defeat."

"You can barely sit up straight," Kaiden observed.

"Shut up and lose to me." She rolled her hips once, experimentally, and her own breath hitched, and the silly look wobbled but held. She was too wrecked to sell it and too Luna to stop trying.

Aria, from the mat, propped herself up on one elbow and watched her rival mount the man she’d just been riding with an expression torn between outrage and reluctant admiration.

"I’ll have my revenge..." Aria murmured, deadly.

Luna looked over her shoulder at the yandere, smirked, and shrugged, as if finding her threats beneath her.

Tomorrow would be a lot less seamless.