Demonic Po*nstar System

Chapter 769: Massive Leap

He pulled up the current metrics.

[Views: 2,810,000,000 ➝ 5,012,408,221]

[Income: 198,400 ➝ 15,042,800]

[Fangirls: 119,600 ➝ 4,018,400]

Kaiden stared.

His hand found Luna’s behind again, pinching without thinking.

She hissed, a cute, sharp sound, and squirmed against him without waking.

He barely registered it.

Five billion views.

’That’s... insane.’

Each video counted separately, so it wasn’t like five billion individuals had watched him. That would be impossible to begin with, as only adult women could access the content, and there weren’t five billion of them on the planet. But between the back catalog, the new uploads, repeat viewers, and the sheer volume of content they’d put out...

They hadn’t been spamming sex videos every day, but some days they uploaded multiple clips, like today with the edited cuts from the orgy stream.

Most days, however, they’d focused on combat and variety content, making adult content more of a scarce reward than a daily occurrence.

This resulted in them having only about a hundred videos in the adult category, maybe a bit more.

And somehow, those videos had accumulated five billion views.

He couldn’t wrap his head around it.

As for Income...

Views generated Chronos automatically, passive and steady. So the massive spike in views meant a massive spike in income. That part tracked.

But it didn’t explain a 7500% increase in ten days.

198,400 to over 15 million. That wasn’t just passive watch time.

His gaze dropped to the third number.

Four million fangirls.

’There it is.’

The stat that had made him stress for weeks. The one that crawled upward at a glacial pace while views and income climbed steadily. The conversion metric that demanded more than just watching. It demanded devotion.

119,600 ten days ago. A respectable number, but nowhere near the ten million required for Tier 4.

Now? Four million.

Four million dedicated female viewers who had crossed the threshold from casual audience to diehard fans of the highest order. Women who didn’t just watch his content. Women who subscribed, who purchased, who donated, who came back again and again because they couldn’t get enough.

And when you had fans like that, suddenly the income increase explained itself.

Not all of them were normal girls living mundane lives. Some of them were daughters of aristocratic families. Some of them were matriarchs themselves, powerful women who ran households and businesses, who saw no issue spending a fortune on entertainment they enjoyed. Some of them were high-tier awakened, women who’d built immense wealth through dungeon clears and monster hunts and guild contracts.

Those people could throw Chronos around however they desired. A hundred here. A thousand there. Perhaps even more because they liked the way he smiled at Aria or how he spanked a misbehaving gremlin.

The three stats bolstered each other. Views drove passive income and exposure. Exposure converted curious viewers into fangirls. Fangirls drove active revenue through memberships and donations and purchases. And all of it fed back into itself, compounding, accelerating.

A giant leap in ten days.

...

The next morning came with the usual chaos. Having five women in the same room was never simple, much less if they shared the same man. Lots of needy kissing had to follow the tiresome nightly activity, with many of the girls citing soreness and tiredness that could ’only’ be cured if he held them for long minutes.

Kaiden knew an excuse when he heard one, and many words said that morning had ulterior motives. But he obliged them nonetheless to the best of his ability, holding and kissing them until a state of serenity could be established.

Then he extracted himself from the pile and after freshening up, made his way to the common area.

Alice was waiting for him.

Arms crossed. Chin up. The pout on her face could have been weaponized.

"Good morning, Alice."

She didn’t move. Her eyes tracked him as he approached, radiating the specific energy of a little sister who felt she’d been neglected criminally.

"Stupid big brother..."

The scoff that followed was adorable. The pout deepened.

Then she launched herself at him.

Her arms wrapped around his torso and squeezed tight, her face pressing into his chest.

"Lots of headpats," she declared into his shirt. "Or..."

"Or?"

"The world will end!!!!!"

Kaiden chuckled at that and his hand lifted, landing on her lush hair. And just like that the storm passed. Alice nuzzled against him with a happy hum, all grievances forgiven the moment she got her hug.

...

The final stretch of the competition began.

Monster hunting consumed the daylight hours. The team moved through the mountain range with practiced efficiency, clearing targets, banking points, widening the gap between Eclipse and everyone else. Kaiden’s stats climbed. The girls’ coordination sharpened. Every hunt felt faster than the last.

Between hunts came variety streams. Luna raging at a fighting game until she accidentally broke her second controller of the week. Calypso and Bastet playing a strategy board game that devolved into a philosophical argument about demon vs catgirl superiority. Nyx created a Q&A video answering some questions the fans wanted to know, and Aria’s makeup routine had become something else entirely.

She was streaming it. Every morning.

Rika Vaughn sat in the chair beside her, hair pinned back, an apron tied around her waist, looking exactly like a woman who had been whipped into participation. Aria had cashed in the offer Rika once made, shamelessly.

Now the executive who’d built half the awakened content of New Dawn was stuck on camera doing makeup tutorials for a supermodel.

’This girl,’ Rika thought, smile perfectly composed for the lens. ’This girl turned me and my craft into content. Years of professional artistry and she’s monetizing me, turning her daily hour of mundane makeup into content for the girls who lap it up. What a capitalist.’

She waved at the chat, then leaned in toward Aria with a brush in hand and demonstrated a contouring trick that drew immediate gasps from the chat scroll.

The fangirls treated it like a goldmine, a warmup routine before the brutal combat stream began.

How couldn’t they? The perfect supermodel nearly every woman wished she could look like, sitting beside an industry legend whose face people had only ever seen in passing, and the two of them collaborating on something that genuinely taught their audience useful skills.

Rika smiled the entire time. Inwardly, she was already drafting the follow-up segment in her head. If she was going to be exploited, she was going to be exploited properly.

Behind the scenes, the twins kept the rest of the operation humming. Engagement numbers tracked. Upload schedules optimized. The three fangirl moderators, Emilia, Leia, and Sarah, had finally been given helpers after the twins vetted candidates they could trust. Even in membership mode, three people couldn’t handle four million feverish fangirls anymore.

Then came the nights.

Just Kaiden and his girls enjoying each other’s company. Sometimes that meant sex. Sometimes it meant piling onto the couch and watching something stupid. Sometimes it meant Aria falling asleep on his shoulder while Luna argued with Nyx about the superior build of a female warrior with modest cleavage.

Just being together.

And like this, days passed one after the other until the final day of the competition arrived.

It was time to bring their time in the mountain range to a close.