Demonic Pornstar System

Chapter 595: Wrapped in Warmth

Kaiden glanced around the pale expanse again, then back toward where he felt the System’s presence hovering.

“So,” he asked, voice calmer now, fatigue dulled into something manageable, “When will this strange limbo-like state end?”

There was a brief pause.

[The Successor has already been provided with the means.]

Kaiden blinked. “I have?”

[Yes.]

Something shifted at the edge of his awareness.

A spell.

[Temporary Spell Acquired: End]

Kaiden stared at the empty glow ahead of him, then huffed out a quiet breath.

[The spell will terminate the current state and return the Successor to the point immediately following the activation of Begin.]

Understanding settled in.

“Alright. [End].”

The pale light shattered inward like glass pulled into a singular point. Sensation crashed back all at once: weight, gravity, warmth, the familiar hum of mana in the air. Kaiden sucked in a sharp breath as the world snapped into focus.

Solid ground beneath him.

Candles.

The circle.

He was seated exactly where he had been when he cast [Begin], legs folded, hands resting loosely on his knees.

And pressed close around him were the girls.

They were awake.

All of them.

They sat in the circle with him, eyes bright, expressions soft and relieved, smiles already forming the moment his eyes opened. Just warmth and recognition.

Kaiden swallowed hard.

“You girls all did it,” he murmured, pride and relief threading together in his voice. “You even woke up faster than me.”

For half a second, they just stared.

Then they exploded.

“Kaiden!”

“You’re back!”

“You dummy, you scared us!”

They lunged at him all at once, laughter and voices overlapping as the circle dissolved into motion. Kaiden barely had time to chuckle before he was tackled backward as bodies piled onto him, arms wrapping tight, warmth pressing in from every side.

He laughed despite himself, breathless and hoarse, hands coming up instinctively to pull them closer.

The trial was over.

And for the first time since it began, Kaiden let himself lie there, pinned beneath the people he’d fought for, and simply breathe.

Bastet was the first to notice.

While the others were still half-laughing, half-clinging, the tanned felinid leaned in closer than the rest, nose brushing along Kaiden’s neck and collarbone. Her ears twitched. Her tail swayed slowly, deliberately. She inhaled again, deeper this time, as if re-committing his scent to memory.

“Mmm…” she murmured, low and needy.

She dragged her nose along his jaw, then dipped down to his throat, breathing him in with almost reverent intensity. Her tongue flicked out to leave a slow, possessive lick against his skin, unmistakably claiming, like she needed to reassure herself that he was real.

Bastet then pulled back just enough to look at him, golden eyes narrowing with instinctive focus. One hand rested on his chest, fingers splayed as if feeling for something beneath the surface.

“…Is something wrong?” she asked softly. “Master, you’re smiling, but… you’re troubled beneath it all.”

The mood shifted.

The others looked at Kaiden again, really looked this time.

The way his smile didn’t quite reach his eyes.

The tension still lingering in his shoulders.

The way he held them a fraction tighter, like he was afraid they’d slip away.

Realization rippled through the group.

Soft gasps followed.

“The Choco Kitty is right…” Luna whispered.

Aria blinked several times, lips parting as her gaze sharpened. “I can’t believe I didn’t catch it instantly!” The yandere princess looked ready to slap herself as she leaned in closer, hands gently cupping Kaiden’s face, thumbs brushing along his cheeks with feather-light strokes.

All the girls stared at him.

They didn’t demand answers.

They didn’t push.

They just held him, hands at his arms, his shoulders, his hair, touches slow and grounding, full of quiet concern.

Kaiden felt it all at once.

The adoration.

The trust.

The way they watched him as if the world itself depended on whether he was okay.

His chest tightened painfully.

“…Yeah,” he admitted with a tired sigh. “I’m fine. Really. I am.” He swallowed. “But that trial wasn’t just… physical. It messed with my head more than I expected.”

No details. No graphic explanations.

He didn’t need to say more.

They understood him too well.

Monsters didn’t scare him. Violence didn’t shake him. Pain was something he could brute-force through.

But them?

They were his weakness. His anchor. His kryptonite.

The girls exchanged glances. It was silent, quick, and resulted in a unanimous decision.

They nodded.

Without a word, they carefully shifted their grip, lifting him with gentle insistence. Kaiden barely had the energy to protest as they guided him toward the bed.

“Let us pamper our awesome boyfriend for the rest of the day,” Aria said firmly, already tucking him in like there was no room for argument.

Kaiden blinked. “Wait. Isn’t the competition still going on right now?”

“No, Darling,” Calypso said immediately as she gave him a look that brooked zero resistance. “You’re not in the right state of mind to fight monsters.”

Aria nodded, tone strict but caring. “You’re here. The trial is over. That’s what matters.”

Nyx leaned down, pressing soft kisses to his cheeks, one after another, slow and affectionate. “It’s all right,” she purred. “Let us take care of you now.”

Kaiden closed his eyes and smiled. “… Alright.”

“What can we do for you? Would you like to~?” Bastet purred. The girls were ready to serve any and all his desires, whatever he wanted.

Kaiden lay there for a moment, surrounded by expectant gazes, and waited for the familiar pull of carnal desires to surface.

It didn’t.

The thought surprised him more than anything else. His body was exhausted but steady, his mind calm in a way it rarely was after something like that. The fire was still there, banked and quiet, but desire, raw, hungry desire, simply wasn’t what he wanted right now.

He swallowed, then spoke honestly.

“I don’t really feel like that,” he admitted, voice softer than before. “I just want to hold you girls in my arms and feel your warmth until I fall asleep.” He hesitated, then added, almost shyly, “Is… is that okay?”

For a heartbeat, there was silence.

Then Nyx giggled, releasing a light, melodic sound as she leaned closer. “Is that okay, he asks~” she teased.

“Master,” Bastet laughed, tail flicking with amused delight, “you became a shy boy.”

Luna’s lips curved as she slid nearer, voice low and affectionate. “I like this more timid Kai~”

Calypso didn’t tease at all. She simply looked at him, eyes soft, something warm and sincere blooming in her expression. For someone usually so openly needy and sexually active, the lack of hunger in him felt… intimate. Romantic, even.

Before Kaiden could spiral any further, Aria stamped her foot. “Girls. Don’t make fun of Kai.”

“We weren’t, though~?” they answered together, laughter blending easily.

Hands reached for him then. Fingers slipped beneath fabric, easing his clothes away with unhurried care. There was something reverent about it, the way they worked together, making sure he was comfortable at every step. Kaiden let himself relax into it, embarrassment melting into trust.

They followed suit, shedding their own clothes without spectacle or competition. Just skin, warmth, closeness. When they climbed into bed with him, it wasn’t chaotic. They shifted, adjusted, murmured softly until all five fit around him, bodies tucked in at his sides or resting gently atop his broad chest.

For once, there was no bickering. No playful jostling for position. No kitty fighting, alongside a lot of hissing.

Just quiet.

Nyx rested her head over his heart, listening, then looked up at him with a small smile. “Is this what you hoped for? Should we change something?”

Kaiden’s arms closed around them instinctively, holding all of them as close as he could. His chest rose with a slow, content breath.

“No. It’s perfect,” he said.

The day faded that way, just like that, wrapped in warmth, breath syncing with breath, the trial finally behind them.

And when morning came, it would be time to see what all that suffering had earned them.