Demonic Po*nstar System

Chapter 552: Glorious Morning

“Mmmm…” Kaiden blinked, his vision slowly clearing as the morning sun filtered through the guild building’s reinforced windows. The glass was an engineering marvel, enchanted to withstand a high-tier siege while still allowing the soft, golden light of dawn to bathe the master suite in a peaceful glow.

For a long moment, he didn’t move. He just lay there, wondering why his limbs felt like they had been replaced by lead and why his entire body felt so impossibly heavy.

Then, the memories of the night came rushing back like a flood of heat.

‘Ah, yeah… the girls did a serious number on me,’ he mused as a lazy, triumphant grin emerged on his lips. They were always ravenous, but there was something about the lingering scent of monster blood and the adrenaline of a successful hunt that turned them into absolute menaces in the bedroom. But that only made their lovemaking better. It was a “debuff” to his stamina, one he wouldn’t trade for all the Chronos in the world.

However, he couldn’t help but chuckle dryly. “I’m in grave danger.”

He was but one man, with one Endurance stat. If he increased his Endurance by 10, and the girls only increased theirs by 3, he would still be heavily lagging behind their collective stamina.

With the addition of Calypso, a turbo horny demoness who had very high durability and stamina, they became a mighty beast of a harem. While the bickering between the ladies tended to continue during sex, it only made them all the more competitive. There was no true arguing going on, because they turned all their attention into being the girl who made him feel the best, meaning one after the other, they drained, drained, and drained him.

However, did any of this make Kaiden feel worried?

No, he felt no anxiety whatsoever about his ability to satisfy his women.

He did not care for logic. He did not care if the combination of them had a hundred times more stamina than he did.

He would not rest until they all fell into a blissful sleep, sporting the happiest of expressions on their delicate faces, even if he had to do it through sheer force of will.

Having steeled his heart to never falter in his holiest of duties as a man, he returned his attention to the room, and he realized that the feeling of heaviness wasn’t just him getting drained like a leaking faucet. It was the physical weight of his warrioresses, who had claimed him as their prize.

He was completely buried in a living, breathing blanket of gorgeous women.

On his left, Nyx was curled toward his side with her head resting securely on his shoulder. Her breathing was deep and rhythmic, her soft skin radiating a lingering heat.

On his right, Calypso mirrored her. Her demonic features softened by sleep. Kaiden could feel the steady, synchronized thrum of both their heartbeats through the pressure of their breasts against his arms, which they hugged religiously. Calypso, ever the possessive demoness, even in sleep, had her sleek, spade-tipped tail coiled tightly around his arm, anchoring him to her as if afraid he might vanish if she let go.

The weight on his chest was even more substantial. Aria and Luna had somehow managed to migrate during the night, both of them sprawled vertically over his torso. Their heads were nestled perfectly into the crooks of his neck on either side. Every time they exhaled, he felt the warm, tickling sensation of their breath against his skin, a wonderful, satisfied sound that acted like a balm to his tired soul. It was the sound of total contentment, a silent confirmation that he had done his “job” well.

But as he tried to shift his head to get a better look at his surroundings, he noticed a gap in the ranks.

‘Wait… where’s Bastet?’

He looked around as much as his gorgeous “burden” would allow, seeing nothing but tangled silk and discarded armor. It was only when he tried to adjust his neck that he realized he wasn’t actually resting on a silk pillow at all.

The “cushion” beneath his head was warm, slightly firm yet incredibly soft all at once. A perfect, otherworldly sensation.

Bastet, acting on her primal kitten instincts, had crawled up behind him during the final hours of the night. She had curled her tanned, lithe body into a protective crescent, offering up her own juicy, velvet-soft crotch as his headrest. She was clinging to the top of his head with her arms, her fingers laced into his hair, purring so softly that the vibration hummed directly into his skull.

Kaiden let out a breathy chuckle, his eyes closing again as he let himself sink back into the “pillow” of the felinid’s thighs.

‘Yeah,’ he thought, feeling the collective warmth of five heartbeats surrounding him. ‘Dominance as a man is one thing… but being treated like this? That’s what winning in life truly is like.’

For a brief moment, Maximilian came into his mind. That scumbag had dominated – tortured – many women in his wretched life, but he would never feel the warmth his heart felt in this moment. No matter how many times he did it, Kaiden knew that such a soul never knew what being loved felt like, not even by his mother.

For all his wealth, power, and ‘women,’ Maximilian has always been the poorest man alive in Kaiden’s eyes, even back when he was at the peak. In fact, Kaiden believed that he was already a wealthier man than Maximilian as soon as he had the conversation with the trio of girls after their first shoot, where they consented to accompanying him on this unique journey of his as his Valkyries.

Then, Kaiden mentally flicked the image of Maximilian away like a piece of unwanted lint. That fat weasel didn’t deserve a single millisecond of space in his mind, especially not now. To even think of that hollow existence while surrounded by the radiant warmth of his lovers made him want to slap himself.

He closed his eyes, letting his head sink deeper into the velvet-soft cushion provided by his amazing tanned kitten. He let his muscles go limp, savoring the way Aria and Luna shifted slightly on his chest, their small sighs of sleep sounding like the softest music.

This was it. This was the true endgame.

The dungeons, the blood-soaked arenas, the political maneuvering in the conference rooms, they were all just means to an end. Every swing of his blade and every drop of sweat he’d spent was for moments like this. He wasn’t just a warrior or a celebrity; he was a man who was loved by the most precious of existences.

But that was exactly why Kaiden had to become stronger. He had to grow until he became so strong that no one could take this away from him.

Thus, a long life of grinding awaited the Paragon of Sin.

…

A dozen minutes of golden silence passed before, as if they were part of a singular hivemind, there was a collective chorus of soft, sleepy moans and the rustle of silk.

Bastet was the first to part her eyes, letting her feline ears twitch cutely before she leaned down from her position as his headrest to press a lingering kiss to his forehead.

Then came Nyx and Calypso, both peeling themselves away from his arms just enough to plant loving, proprietary kisses on his left and right cheeks. Finally, Aria and Luna, still sprawled over his chest, looked up with hazy, love-struck eyes, each claiming a side of his jaw with their lips.

The sight was breathtaking. Five powerful women, their hair a wild mess of silk, and their skin glowing in the morning light, all waking up with expressions of absolute adoration.