Harem Startup : The Demon Billionaire is on Vacation

Chapter 333 – If You’re Not Gonna Use This Body I Will

He didn’t speak.

Didn’t need to.

Because Rava was speechless.

Nervous.

Turned on.

Very.

Very turned on.

She felt her tentacles shift at her waist—those delicate coils reacting to her heartbeat, tightening around her like a shield and a leash. Her breath grew shaky. Her lips parted. Her knees... maybe a little wobbly.

”Lux...” she whispered.

He stepped closer.

Lifted her chin with two fingers.

”You said you had a dream,” he murmured. ”Make it graphic.”

Rava shivered.

”I-I didn’t think you’d actually—”

”I take dreams seriously.”

That crooked smirk was back now, but his eyes were softer.

Not mocking.

Inviting.

She exhaled shakily, then lifted her hand to his chest.

Warm. Steady. Real.

Her eyes flickered upward, locking on his. A hint of mischief. A glint of nervous heat she didn’t usually allow anyone to see.

”I mean,” she mumbled, fingers tracing the faint curve of his pectoral, ”it wasn’t exactly PG.”

Lux tilted his head, encouraging. ”Tell me.”

She bit her lip, cheeks warming. ”You were drunk.”

”Ah.”

”Loosened tie. Shirt unbuttoned. Collarbone out like you were trying to bankrupt me emotionally.”

He chuckled. ”Sounds like an average quarterly report.”

”You were lying on the bed,” she continued, eyes flickering lower now. ”Kind of half-out of it. Saying stuff like... ’asset portfolios’ and ’liquid sin.’”

Lux blinked. ”I was financially moaning in your dream?”

Rava nodded. ”Weirdly hot.”

He leaned closer. ”And then?”

She swallowed. ”I... straddled you.”

His eyes gleamed now. ”Go on.”

”I looked down at you. You were breathing heavy. Glowing a little. Like whatever sin aura you were leaking had too many zeroes in it. And then I said...”

She paused, flushing.

Lux’s grin widened. ”Say it.”

Her voice dropped to a whisper, mimicking her dream-self.

”Well, if you’re not gonna use this body... I will.”

A pause.

Silence charged the room. ℴℴ𝘮

Then—

Lux froze.

For just a heartbeat.

Eyes locked on her like she’d dropped a lit match into a room full of bond papers soaked in gasoline.

”That...” he said slowly, ”was hot.”

Rava tried to hide her face in her hands. ”I know, I know—”

”No.” He leaned forward, his voice suddenly low. Dangerous. Velvet dragged through fire.

She blinked. ”W-what?”

He leaned into her ear this time, breath fanning hot across her skin.

”Ride me. Use this body. Or I’ll use yours.”

Her stomach flipped.

Her tentacles twitched.

He pulled back just enough to grin. ”It’ll either be me who’s drunk... or you.”

Rava gasped. ”Lux—!”

”And if you’re the one who’s drunk?” He exhaled sharply, the smirk morphing into hunger. ”I don’t think you’ll make it to work today.”

His hand slid to her thigh.

He leaned in, voice low and dangerous. ”Especially after what you just said—my appetite isn’t just stirred. It’s escalating.”

He didn’t pounce.

He didn’t have to.

Because Rava’s body had already made the decision her mind was still trying to process.

-Snap!

She yanked him by the collar, spun him, and pushed him down onto the mattress like a woman possessed by her own sin.

Lux blinked, slightly winded. ”Oh.”

She straddled him before he could rise. Her robe slipped open, revealing pale thighs and glowing. Her tentacles coiled protectively around his wrists—not tight, not restraining, but there.

”I made my choice,” she said.

He looked up at her, the embodiment of sin-drunk satisfaction. ”Apparently so.”

”I want the fantasy,” she whispered.

”You want me helpless?” he teased.

”No,” she said, bending down to kiss his jaw. ”I want you just aware enough to enjoy it.”

Her hips shifted forward, pressing against him.

He exhaled—sharply.

”And I want to hear you say my name,” she added. ”Like you did in the dream.”

Lux licked his lips. ”You’ll get it.”

”And I want you begging.”

He smirked. ”I don’t beg.”

She rolled her hips again.

His breath hitched.

”I stand corrected,” he muttered.

Her hands moved to his chest, feeling the thrum of power beneath his skin. His demonic energy pulsed slowly now, like a heartbeat syncing to hers. Warm. Focused. Dangerous in its control.

And then—

[Your Incubus Pheromones went up by 80%]

[Warning: Target seduction threshold rapidly rising.]

[Status: Charm Aura — Active.]

[Effect: Increased susceptibility to physical contact, suggestive dialogue, and sinful intent.]

Rava blinked as her skin prickled, her breath catching like a spell had been softly cast across her shoulders.

”You’re leaking sin again,” she murmured, voice shaky.

Lux just smiled. ”I’m not leaking. I’m luring.”

Rava leaned in, hair brushing his face. ”Close your eyes.”

He did.

She traced her fingertips down his stomach.

”You trust me that much?” she asked.

He smiled under closed lids. ”I wouldn’t let just anyone ride the stock market like this.”

She laughed. ”Still making finance jokes.”

”I’m consistent.”

Then—

Her tentacles shifted.

Up his arms. Over his chest. Curling around his waist. Not tight, just possessive. Like she wanted to map him. Keep him. Wrap him in her rhythm.

”I want to ride you until you can’t walk,” she whispered. ”Make you forget your spreadsheets.”

”Impossible,” he murmured. ”But you can try.”

Rava leaned down, lips brushing his. ”Challenge accepted.”

Then she kissed him—deep, slow, almost cruel in its control.

Lux groaned into her mouth, his hands gripping her thighs now.

”You’re going to pay for this later,” he muttered.

She smiled.

”Good. Bill me.”

And she moved.

Not fast. Not rough.

Just the slow, sinful rhythm of a queen taking what was already hers.

Rava leaned over him, her wet hair spilling like inky threads across his chest, her robe already open, tentacles tightening subtly around his wrists and biceps. Not to restrain. To remind. This was her fantasy now. He was just the body in it.

”Pretend,” she whispered into his ear, breath hot, lips grazing the shell, ”that you’re drunk.”

Lux’s eyes half-lidded.

His smirk melted into something slower. Languid.

He gave a low exhale.

Rava’s thighs clenched at the scene.

He wasn’t moving. His muscles were relaxed, breathing slowed. Playing perfectly into the illusion. Even his voice had gone heavier, a little unhinged.

”Mm, liquid sin...” he murmured.

Rava swallowed hard.