Harem Startup : The Demon Billionaire is on Vacation

Lucaris' silence stretched, and Lux let it. He'd learned long ago that the best deals weren't sealed with fast talking—they were sealed in the pause, in the moment the other party realized they'd already half agreed.

Finally, Lucaris' smirk broke through, sharp and dangerous. "You've got the nerve, Vaelthorn. I'll give you that."

"Thank you," Lux said, returning the smirk. "We're not built to lack it."

Sira's laugh was soft, smug. "So… does this mean I can keep him, Dad? I like him."

Lucaris' gaze flicked to her, then back to Lux, and the heat in it wasn't quite as murderous now. "For now," he said slowly. "But understand this—if you waste her time, I won't just take you apart. I'll make sure every deal you've ever made turns to ash."

Lux inclined his head, calm and deliberate. "Fair terms."

And just like that, the room felt less like a battlefield and more like the opening move of something far bigger.

Lucaris turned on his heel, shoulders broad and posture perfectly upright, a man—or rather, a demon—who had decided this round was over. The dark aura around him eased to a simmer, the kind that still promised violence if provoked.

But halfway to the door, his gaze drifted over the carnage in the room, and he stopped dead. His eyes tracked across the overturned furniture, the shattered side table, the rug that was halfway across the room from where it had originally been, and the faint smell of smoke lingering in the air like someone had tried to set the drapes on fire.

His jaw worked once. Twice.

Then he turned back around slowly, like the act itself was dangerous for his blood pressure.

"Wait. A. Second." His voice came low and tight, like a man asking for the truth while fully prepared to kill someone over it. "Vaelthorn… if you're claiming you didn't force my daughter… then why in the seven infernal hells is this place a wreck?"

Lux didn't even look up right away. Because at that moment, Sira was kissing him again, slow and deep, one hand cupping his jaw while the other lazily stroked his still-limp cock like she was already planning round thirty-whatever.

He was groping her in return, fingers curled over the curve of her bare hip, thumb teasing up toward her breast.

They broke the kiss just long enough to glance toward Lucaris like they'd been caught doing something mildly illegal in the pantry.

"Oh, you're still here," Lux said with polite surprise, as if he hadn't just been five seconds away from sliding back inside the Pride Lord's daughter. "What explanation are you looking for?"

"The mess, Vaelthorn!" Lucaris snarled, sweeping an arm to gesture at the destruction. "Why?"

Lux blinked. "Because we had sex?"

Sira's giggle was pure trouble. "Lux was all out last night." She tilted her head toward her father, smirking. "I rode him… I guess ten times?"

Lux hissed between his teeth—though not out of anger—because her hand hadn't stopped moving. "It was fifteen," he corrected through a sharp inhale.

She rolled her eyes playfully. "Around that."

Lucaris' glare could have set the walls on fire. "So you destroyed half the room for fun?"

Lux shrugged, still far too calm for a man talking to someone who could rip him apart. "Some furniture broke. No antiques though."

"I'll compensate for the damage," Lux added with the casual ease of someone signing off on an expense report, his hand sliding up Sira's back again.

And like teenagers in love, they leaned in and kissed again.

Lucaris stared. Winced. Looked away like his corneas needed bleach. The sound of them kissing seemed louder just to spite him.

"The f*ck…" he muttered under his breath, catching himself before saying it louder. He rubbed a hand down his face and muttered again, "Youngsters these days."

Sira broke the kiss just to grin at him over her shoulder. "You done judging yet, Dad?"

Lucaris didn't answer right away. He inhaled like a man trying to center himself before committing an act of murder. Then, finally—begrudgingly—he said, "Fine. I'll give you permission."

Sira beamed, leaning into Lux's chest like she'd just won something.

"But," Lucaris added sharply, jabbing a clawed finger at Lux, "if you make her sad—if you hurt her even once—I will rip your heart out, shove it down your throat, and torture your soul until you beg for the Void to take you."

Lux, utterly unbothered, gave him a thumbs up. "Crystal clear."

Lucaris' eyes narrowed dangerously, but then he huffed and turned back toward the door. His aura began to darken again—not out of rage this time, but more like the weight of old authority pressing down on the air. He took one step toward the exit, then stopped, glancing over his shoulder.

"Oh, right. Vaelthorn." His tone was deceptively casual now, almost conversational. "I think your father already knows you're here. From the streaming."

Lucaris smirked faintly, enjoying the chance to drop something inconvenient. "He's in the middle of a… let's call it a 'fun meet-up' with Varakan." He said the Wrath Lord's name like it tasted both sour and entertaining. "He should be finished soon."

Sira perked up at that, though her hand still hadn't stopped teasing Lux.

Then Lucaris' smirk sharpened, one last parting shot before disappearing. "You might want to prepare yourself, boy. I know your father."

And just like that, his dark aura flared, swallowing him whole as he vanished in a swirl of shadow and heat.

The words hung in the air like a warning bell. Lux felt the weight of them settle in his mind, but not enough to pull him entirely out of the moment.

Sira's lips brushed his jaw. "Your dad's coming."

Lux froze. Not in fear—Greed didn't fear Greed—but in that sharp, calculating way where every nerve goes on alert at once. His pulse didn't race, but it did shift, just enough to tell him the moment of indulgence was over.

He leaned back, eyes narrowing slightly, scanning the room like the walls themselves might sprout horns and claws. "We need to go."