Chapter 187: No Refunds
A quick mental calculation spun in his head: 12,970 Chronos, which translated to a truly insane $1,297,000.
No. Kaiden reminded himself that he should no longer convert Chronos to USD. Chronos was the currency of the awakened, so he had to get used to estimating values with Chronos. After all, the entire world of awakened revolved around the magical currency introduced by the arrival of the mana apocalypse.
12,970 Chronos just from this... He knew that he was playing a very dangerous game right now, potentially even angering world leaders, but he knew he had to be bold or his dreams could go down in flames. He and his Valkyries had already decided they would go full throttle on the road to success.
As such, he couldn’t wait to see what his new sin stance became once he reached the last requirement, which was the fangirl statistic that currently stood at [484/5000]. Then, it would be time to gear up once again, using the immense funds donated to them by the rich! It would be utterly glorious.
But Kaiden had to live in the present.
The sheer magnitude of the insane sum he’d earned by doing almost nothing hit him stronger than ever, making him experience an onslaught of immense emotions.
He wanted to weep with joy, laugh maniacally, and cum deep into Bastet’s throat all at once. The urge was almost overwhelming, a primal scream of triumph bubbling just beneath his composed facade.
But he was Kaiden, the Paragon of Sin, and composure was his currency. He kept it all in check, a tight leash on his exploding emotions... well, save for the last one.
With a final, powerful thrust, a guttural groan escaping his lips, Kaiden painted Bastet’s belly white from the inside, her soft whimpers turning into a blissful gurgle as she choked on his length and spilled seed.
Her body arched, momentarily stunned by the sheer volume, before she instinctively tightened around him, resuming to squeeze him dry all over again, fully aware her master was anything but a one-pump chump.