Chapter 199: Change of Plans
"And it’d also help with our image... Kaiden wouldn’t be called a cuck by the insecure ones, and our bodies wouldn’t be plastered all over the internet either."
She paused, folding her arms under her chest, eyes narrowed in thought.
"Think about it... Right now, half the commentary around us comes from bitter assholes online calling Kaiden a ’manager’ instead of the main act. They see us getting railed on camera and assume he’s just the cameraman with benefits. They’re not seeing him as the center: he’s being drowned out by the spectacle of us."
She shifted, tapping a finger against her forearm, letting the thought hang before driving it home.
"That’s a problem. Especially if we’re serious about building a devoted female following. If we delete the content that focuses on us, we do more than just clean up the narrative. We reinforce something very, very important. That our attention, our desire, our bodies—they’re not public property. They’re not for casual consumption. They’re for him. For the Blood Knight, the Paragon of Sin, the man of every woman’s dreams."
She glanced at Aria, Bastet, Nyx, and then back at Kaiden.
"And that exclusivity matters. A lot."
"Female viewers love obsession. Intensity. They fantasize about being chosen. And if they’re seeing Kaiden as this turbo-competent, ultra-handsome, immensely powerful guy that is surrounded by beautiful women who don’t sell their sex tapes to random guys for money and fame but instead just orbit their chosen man like he’s their sun? That’s magnetic."
She gave a sharp nod to herself.
"Suddenly, there’s no more of the ’cuck’ narrative. There’s no more ’pimp’ angle. No more ’open harem porn troupe’ commentary from the peanut gallery. Instead, there’s mystery. Respect. The idea that he’s the prize. That he’s not some desperate dude monetizing his girls, but someone who keeps his private life private unless it means something."
"And the women watching?" she finished, leaning back in her chair with a satisfied smile. "They’re gonna want to be that girl. The one who breaks through. Who’s not just a viewer, but his fangirl. His chosen."
Suddenly, Luna’s eyes narrowed as she glanced over at Nyx, surprise visible in her eyes.