Demonic Pornstar System

The kitchen was alive with noise and warmth, laughter bouncing off the walls as the smell of sizzling monster meat filled the air. Pots clattered, knives chopped, and spices sizzled in pans all under the command of one pink-haired general sporting far too sinful feminine curves.

"Careful with that knife!" Nyx decreed while flicking her wrist and exerted just enough force through her [Telekinesis] to pause the next knife cut. All this while, she was stirring a bubbling sauce without missing a beat. "We want strips of drake flank, not mincemeat."

"... I am doing strips! Stop spouting nonsense!" Luna protested, then found herself in a staredown with the Space Valkyrie.

Nyx pointed at the cutting board. Luna’s eyes followed.

And what she saw were truly sad excuses for strips.

"For someone who fights with a sword, I wonder how you can be so bad at this."

"..." Luna, instead of speaking back, squinted her eyes with her tongue poking out in concentration as she tried to even the slices. Though it didn’t take long for the grumbling to continue. "I’m a fighter, not a chef! Cutting bitches up with my Stormblade is entirely different!"

"Sure, sure..."

Meanwhile, Bastet hovered near the platter of raw cuts. She licked her lips hungrily, then snapped up a strip of crimson meat and chewed happily.

"Bastet!" Nyx caught her instantly and smacked her bottom with a flying spatula. "I told you to wait until the meal is cooked!"

The tanned feline began massaging her butt while her mouth was puffed out with half-chewed meat. She gave a pitiful little whimper. "But it’s so tasty raw..."

Aria giggled from her place at the counter. She was currently peeling vegetables. "Maybe she’s more feline than we thought."