Harem Startup : The Demon Billionaire is on Vacation

"I'll be waiting at our table," Lux muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Can't believe I'm in a robe at breakfast."

"You look adorable," Sira said as she walked out, her swagger dangerous in any gender.

Lux returned to their table like a man walking back into the crime scene of his own humiliation. Glances followed him.

Because… A half incubus in a robe only? That was more that a disaster.

He plopped down, dragged his coffee toward him like it owed him rent, and muttered, "I'm billing someone for emotional damages."

And then… it began.

Sira—as her male self—stepped into the lobby where Mia and Dolly were still bickering, though the tempo had quieted. The recording girl was still at it, phone held low but lens locked.

Until the tall, charming stranger "accidentally" bumped into them.

"Oh, sorry," Sira said, voice cool, apologetic, and impossibly smooth. "Didn't see you there."

Dolly turned with wide eyes, blinking up at the man now brushing imaginary dust off her shoulder. "Oh, no, it's fine," she said, immediately adjusting her posture, her tone softening into something that screamed pick me.

Mia, meanwhile, tensed.

Lux watched from across the room like a man watching a high-speed train careen toward a brick wall.

Sira didn't flirt with Mia.

Sira locked on Dolly.

Of course she did.

"Are you alright?" Sira asked gently, giving Dolly his full attention. "You look like you've had a rough morning."

Dolly flushed. "It's nothing. Just… a misunderstanding."

Mia stepped forward. "She slept with my boyfriend."

Sira raised a perfect brow. "Ah. One of those misunderstandings."

"I didn't mean to," Dolly said quickly. "He… He seduced me—"

"Oh, how tragic," Sira said, utterly deadpan. "Men are monsters. You poor thing."

Lux nearly snorted into his coffee.

Dolly lit up like a candle under a spotlight. "Right? Thank you. No one understands."

Mia, sputtering now, growled, "You're buying into her lies?"

"I'm just listening," Sira said, stepping slightly between them, "which is what good men do. Or so I'm told." He glanced at Dolly with a warm little smile that practically glowed.

Lux was impressed. Not just because the act was convincing—but because Sira had practically melted into her role. That was the thing about Pride demons. They didn't just wear masks. They owned the identity underneath it.

And someone like Dolly? Yeah… she never stood a chance.

Already her posture had shifted. Shoulders tucked in, head tilted just enough to look small, broken, and pretty. Sira didn't need to compel her with magic—Dolly was practically feeding herself to him with every blink.

Lux leaned back in the robe, legs crossed under the table, watching like a bored CEO at a board meeting.

He whispered to himself, "She's going to break her."

The financial metaphor hit him mid-thought.

Dolly was a bad investment. High volatility, zero dividends, emotionally inflated ego stock currently being pumped for social currency by Sira. There was no exit strategy.

And Mia? Mia was the former majority shareholder watching the market crash.

Sira was the one buying up all the shares.

And when the valuation tanked?

Oh, then it would be time to liquidate.

Lux sipped his coffee, resisting the urge to applaud. "Holy Hell. I love capitalism." His eyes locked on someone new—an angry man, clearly just woken up. Hair still a mess. Jaw clenched. Wearing the hotel's robe, not his own.

Guest. Definitely a guest.

The guy's eyes darted across the restaurant, scanning faces, searching with rising panic.

Lux tilted his head. "Well, well…" He looked down at his own robe. Silky. Black. Personalized hem. "I wear mine better."

Sipped again. Smooth. No milk.

His gaze drifted back toward Sira.

And that was when Lux choked on his coffee.

He had looked away for one damn second. ONE. And somehow—somehow—Dolly was now wrapped around Sira. Hugging her. No—hugging him, the male version of Sira, like he'd just saved her from a house fire and also proposed at the same time.

Lux's jaw dropped. Internally, he screamed, 'THAT FAST?!'

Even Mia looked blindsided.

And then… then Sira looked at him.

With that smirk.

The one that said "I'm a professional seductress and you're watching a masterclass."

Lux threw his hand over his face. "I hate how good she is at this."

He muttered, "Let's see where this stock crash lands first."

And there it was.

Storming into the middle of the drama, in full enraged-mortal-boyfriend mode, came the man in the robe. Lux didn't even need to check his aura. The poor guy was vibrating with betrayal and misplaced testosterone. Bet he came because he saw how Mia bullied Dolly, yet when he tried to be her knight in shining armor, he caught Dolly in another man's arms.

The man marched right up to them. "What the hell is this?! You said you weren't seeing anyone else, Dolly!"

Dolly blinked innocently. "I'm not. I—he just… found me."

Sira's male form glanced sideways, smooth as satin. "I find things that are lost," he said with an easy grin. "She looked like she needed someone who listened."

Lux internally groaned. 'He's even got taglines.'

Mia turned, eyes narrowing on the boyfriend. "You cheated on me!"

The man sputtered. "No—I mean—yes, but I thought—"

"You thought I'd forgive you," Mia snapped. "After you lied, cheated, and left me to be humiliated in public?"

Sira just stood there. Calm. Composed. Still holding Dolly like a delicate wine glass.

Mia stared at the three of them… and chose.

She stepped closer to Sira.

The boyfriend's face fell like a stock value tied to a scandal.

"Mia," he said, voice cracking. "Don't. Please. I—We can fix this."

Mia shook her head. "No, you can fix yourself." She didn't even look at Dolly. She just turned and walked away, heels clicking across the marble like the final page of a bankruptcy notice.

The man reached after her, begging, but she didn't even flinch.

Dolly still pretended to be a victim. "Wait—Mia, I didn't mean to—"

Sira whispered something into her ear, and Dolly's face softened again, like sugar under a flame. She nodded, eyes wide, following Sira without a word.

And just like that, they left like a new in love couple.

The man stood there. Alone. Publicly humiliated. Robe wrinkled. Hair tragic.

Future? Uncertain.

Lux took another sip. "Dude, your personal equity just tanked."