Harem Startup : The Demon Billionaire is on Vacation-Chapter 763: Barely Acceptable

Chapter 763 – Barely Acceptable

Lux threw himself on the bed. He just took a shower. Still half-damp. Still in his bathrobe.

His hair was still dripping faintly, dark strands sticking to his neck. The room smelled like warm steam, faint wine, and the subtle scent of expensive soap that the mortal world called "luxury" but hell would classify as "barely acceptable."

The bed creaked slightly under his weight.

The ceiling stared back at him.

Lux exhaled slowly.

For once the room was quiet.

Too quiet.

His mind did what it always did when silence appeared.

It started calculating.

The king.

The spies.

The factions.

The contracts tied to his soul.

All of it rotated in the back of his head like a massive infernal ledger that refused to close.

He groaned and dragged a hand across his face.

"Stop."

That was the problem.

His brain didn’t stop.

It optimized.

It analyzed.

It simulated disasters.

Even now.

Especially now.

He had just made the biggest gamble of his life.

Not a financial one.

Not a political one.

A personal one.

[Emotion: ???]

Lux blinked.

The notification appeared lazily in the air beside him.

[Can’t proceed.]

He frowned.

"...What?"

The system flickered again.

[Sir, are you okay?]

Lux stared at the ceiling for another long second.

Then he whispered quietly.

"Yeah... kind of."

Pause.

"...I’m not sure, though."

The words felt strange in his mouth.

Honest.

"I just want to stop thinking. So, I might activate my Lust sin fully after this. I never did this before. I am usually more Greed demon than Lust demon. But now I need the power of my Lust. Like completely."

The system hummed faintly.

Or maybe that was just his imagination.

Lux rolled onto his side, staring at the empty wine glass sitting on the nightstand.

He tapped the mattress slowly with his fingers.

"I’ve done what I could do."

Deals made.

Counters prepared.

Spies deployed.

Traps anticipated.

The rest?

Waiting.

Waiting was the worst part.

He exhaled slowly.

"I need to live as myself."

His voice was softer now.

"At the fullest."

Another pause.

"Not at others’ expectations."

The system blinked again.

[This is the first time I heard you say something like this.]

Lux snorted.

"Yeah."

His arm flopped over his face.

"...same."

For someone who ran the economy of hell and negotiated contracts with angels, demons, and CEOs, he was surprisingly bad at emotional clarity.

But tonight?

Tonight felt different.

The pressure was there.

The danger was there.

But something inside him had shifted.

If death was actually circling him now...

Then maybe it was time to stop living like a machine.

The knock on the door cut through the silence.

Three soft taps.

Lux’s eyes opened.

"Oh."

His lips curled slowly.

"She came."

He sat up lazily, the bathrobe sliding open slightly across his chest. One arm leaned against the headboard. The posture casual. Loose. Completely unbothered.

The wine bottle on the table caught the light.

Incubus seduction mode.

Maximum.

His hair was still slightly damp.

His robe barely tied.

No underwear.

Lux smirked.

"I wonder who it is."

In his mind, he was already placing bets.

Sira?

Most likely.

Pride liked direct confrontations.

Mira?

Also possible.

Dragons were territorial creatures.

Ely?

Hmm.

She had the patience for slow games.

He leaned back slightly, voice smooth and confident.

"Come in."

The door opened.

Lux’s brain prepared for one silhouette.

Maybe two.

What he got instead...

Was six.

His smirk froze.

The entire doorway was filled.

Rava leaned against the frame first, arms folded casually, ocean-blue hair cascading over bare shoulders. The lingerie she wore was dark, intricate, something that clung to her curves like it had been designed by someone who understood both fashion and sin.

Behind her stood Naomi.

Soft.

Shy smile.

But the silk she wore left very little to imagination.

Ely stepped inside next, elegant as always, lace and delicate fabrics wrapped around her in a way that somehow made her look even more composed than usual.

Mira followed.

Dragon horns barely visible through her hair, the dark crimson fabric wrapped around her frame highlighting the strength in her posture.

And then...

Lullaby.

Small.

Sleepy.

Wrapped in something light and soft that looked more like a dream than clothing.

Lux blinked.

Once.

Twice.

His brain tried to reboot.

Failed.

The room was suddenly very full.

The scene flipped instantly. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

He had prepared for seduction.

Instead...

He was the one being surrounded.

Rava pushed the door closed with her heel.

-Click!

The lock slid softly.

Lux slowly leaned back against the headboard again, trying to recover some dignity.

"...Okay."

Naomi giggled. "You look surprised."

"I am."

Mira crossed her arms. "You invited us."

"I expected one guest or two or three at a time."

Sira stepped forward from the side wall where she had apparently been hiding from his view. "No." Her eyes gleamed. "You invited all of us."

Lux looked around the room again.

Six women.

Six dangerous, intelligent, beautiful women.

All looking at him.

All wearing things that left very little room for imagination.

He rubbed his temple slowly. "Wow." He pointed at them. "This is cheating."

Ely tilted her head.

"You’re the one who declared war tonight."

"Strategic intimacy," he corrected.

Lullaby climbed onto the bed quietly and sat near him. "Anchor ready~"

Lux looked down at her.

Then back up at the others.

His brain finally finished rebooting.

A slow grin spread across his face again.

"Well."

He leaned back comfortably, robe still loose. "I guess..." His voice dropped slightly. "...this is going to be a very productive night."

[Observation: Situation escalating.]

The system paused.

Then added.

[Recommendation: Hydrate.]

Lux snorted. "Right."

But the sound came out weaker than he intended.

Because the situation had very quickly stopped being theoretical.

The room smelled different now. Warm skin. Perfume. Wine. Something faintly sweet from Ely’s hair. Something darker from Rava. Dragon spice from Mira.

And the quiet breathing of six women who clearly had no intention of letting their incubus king control the pace tonight.

Lux leaned back against the headboard, robe still loose around his shoulders, exposing the hard line of his chest and stomach. His cock was already half hard between his thighs from nothing more than anticipation.