Narrator-kun:

  An unconscious demon woman, teetering on the edge of death, is experiencing what we colloquially call a life review.

  Such profound experiences are rare; it’s not often that someone reaches death’s door and comes back the same.

  Let’s see how she handles it.

  Dream transition woobly sound go dizzy!!!

  A tiny demon baby girl is given a choice:

  In her right hand — a cute, innocent, properly advertised demonic teddy bear. The natural and correct choice for children’s marketing.

  In her left hand — a small pink whip with hearts on it. Obviously, a tool of power, domination, and... love?

  The baby hugs the whip without knowing why. Someone cheers — a blurry voice, like any half-forgotten origin memory.

  Months pass. Her first words are:

  “Mo... mo... Money!”

  A cheer bursts from that same blurry voice. The girl is hugged by a woman adorned in cash signs and risque stockings. Truly a loved child.

  Fast-forward to kindergarten.

  “Mom... I don’t want to leave you...”

  Her mother smiles:

  “My little money grubber, this is your chance to build a following. I’m so proud of you! You’ll do well.”

  The girl grabs her tiny toy whip from her backpack.

  “I’ll... try...”

  She cries through her first day, suffering from parent separation anxiety.

  A few days later:

  “Mom... I think I have my first follower!”

  “Oh? Congratulations, my little idol! What’s his username?”

  “Uncle_OJISAN_NTR_MAIN.”

  After hearing that, her mother goes on a whipping frenzy.

  A few days later, her follower count returns to zero.

  The girl, on the verge of tears, suddenly gains a new follower:

  “DemonOverlordStockings1.”

  She cheers up instantly, waiting eagerly for her mother to return home.

  A few years later, Nocture-san rules her class with an iron fist.

  The demon girls with less clout become sycophants orbiting her every move, while the boys devolve into something... less than demon.

  They didn’t know what that meant yet, but they offered cookies and candies as tribute whenever she whipped the ground.

  Her fanbase had officially begun.

  Fast forward to Demon High School.

  “Mom... I want to be more popular!!!”

  Her mother, Noctrine, sighs.

  “Honey, everyone wants to be popular. It’s a dog-eat-dog kind of world.”

  “Mom!!! Teach me how!”

  Scratching her cheek awkwardly, Noctrine replies,

  “My material’s too early for you my little monetizer. It’s rated 18+.”

  Nocture pouts, stomping the floor so hard it cracks the stone.

  Seeing the damage, her mom hesitates.

  “Everyone loves a sports commercial girl?”

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  Nocture tilts her head.

  “Will that get me clout?”

  “Of course! Tomboy girls are all the rage this season. You’ll definitely increase your follower count!”

  After a moment of thought, Nocture nods.

  “Fine. I’ll try it!”

  Soon after, she wins marathon trophies and martial arts medals, gaining admiration across multiple schools.

  Puberty hits hard.

  “Mom... where do demons come from?”

  Noctrine freezes, removes her reading glasses, and sits down on her "furniture".

  “The day has finally come... okay, I can do this.”

  She clears her throat.

  “When a vessel and a demon love each other very much, they... advertise their equities and job benefits to each other.”

  “Then, Mom, do you love Father Number 53?”

  Noctrine glances down at her ‘furniture.’

  “I... love his money. But that’s beside the point.”

  The furniture moans softly — a mixture of sadness and... pleasure?

  “Then do you love me, Mommy?”

  Panicking slightly, Noctrine blurts out:

  “You’re the best product your father left me! Of course I love you — that’s why you’re my one and only exclusive little demon.”

  Feeling reassured, Nocture frowns.

  “You still haven’t said where demons come from.”

  “Tch... I taught you too well,” her mom mutters.

  With a sigh, she puts on a boring Sex Ed Tutorial from the Bigon Era.

  It becomes her mother’s mission to ensure her daughter preserves her virginity with all her might. She knows the duality of dommy-mommydom and innocence would attract legions of followers paving the way for her daughter’s ascension.

  One night, Nocture wakes up for some hot milk and overhears her mother talking to the window — still standing on the Stool of Father No. 63.

  Looking at the horizon, Noctrine sighs,

  “Our daughter’s doing better than we advertised, Amanonus-kun... I miss our little escapades. Especially the beach episode... I truly miss your glimmering abs.”

  She spits out the window, thinking of the hag who ruined everything. The stool starts sobbing louder.

  “Shut up,” she snaps, kicking it hard on the neck. It stops breathing in a wimper.

  “Time to get a new father.”

  She grabs a lantern and walks toward the forbidden door.

  Curious, Nocture follows.

  What she sees is horrifying — emaciated, thirsty creatures looking up at her mother with sickening fervor.

  With scorn, Noctrine declares:

  “Let’s roll the roulette you pigs. Who will be my daughter’s next father — lucky number sixty-four?”

  The creatures type their usernames into an old PC terminal. The BDSM roulette spins... and lands on:

  Feet4LIFU_MYWAIFU.

  Something drops behind her — Nocture stands there, horrified.

  “Mother... what are these things?”

  “These are your... fathers,” Noctrine stammers. “They promote your monetization growth! I was going to tell you when you were ready for 18+ content!”

  “I don’t want these things as fathers! I want Amanonus!!!”

  Trembling, her mother says, “I want him too... but he’s gone. We need a pay pig to cover college!”

  Nocture clenches her fists. “We don’t need one... we can use them all!”

  “That’s too bold!” her mom protests. “We at least need to act like a balanced family — Father, Mother, Daughter!”

  Nocture glares. “Dad wouldn’t want that, and you know it.”

  Reality sinks in.

  Noctrine exhales softly. “You’re right, my little monetizer... it’s been soo long. I wanted a normal graduation, but I can’t deny what I am.”

  She manifests a scarlet whip and metallic stiletto heels.

  “No more fathers,” she says coldly.

  “Only pay pigs.”

  With a snap of her whip, screams of excitement echo through the basement.

  “I’m doing something 18+ now, honey. You’re not ready yet.”

  She snaps her fingers — Nocture vanishes, teleported to her room, screaming in frustration.

  Things changed after that.

  A single mother and daughter suddenly had premium college funds, and the creatures who provided them... well... they’re happy?

  There was an entire academy arc — she made friends, enemies, followers. Never fell in love. Her bloodline and her mother’s teachings wouldn’t allow it.

  Eventually, she debuted in her Not Safe For Work career.

  She thrived — educated, skilled, independent.

  But she always felt empty... until one day, she saw a video.

  A demonic, half-naked hunk of a man — a player avatar.

  The most devoted lurker she’d ever seen.

  He never donated, yet he watched every ad, entered the premium raffle, and won the bathtub water giveaway.

  That day, he boldly bit her NPC’s leg's and drank the bathwater in triumph.

  Something awakened in her that day.

  Anger, excitement... and something deeper.

  “I... cannot be bested,” she whispered.

  Fast-forward to the siege.

  She reaches the Hero — his clothes rip apart, abs shimmering — and her mind goes blank in the heat of the moment.

  Now, the unconscious girl in the demonic ad-hospital murmurs:

  “Hajime-kun... his abs are... to subscribe for...”

  A woman with glasses, waiting by her bedside, hides her worry.

  “Please get better soon, my little monetizer... you’re lucky to have survived her abominable test.”

  Then, smiling faintly, she mutters:

  “Like mother, like daughter. Our taste in men is the same... only the best for us right?”

  And just like that, she begins to scheme for her daughter’s happiness.