Harem Startup : The Demon Billionaire is on Vacation

Chapter 477 – Victory Denied

Time showed almost 11 AM.

The sun hit just the right angle through the mansion windows, casting those expensive, dappled shadows across the marble floor—the kind that screamed luxury and hush money. Lux was already suited up.

And did he look good.

The dark emerald suit clung to his frame like it was painted on by sin itself—tailored to every line of his body. The obsidian trim caught the light only when he moved, like shadows teasing at his edges. And the gold pin of House Vaelthorn at his lapel? Discreet. Deadly. Pure authority.

His shirt was black silk, collar popped just enough to be provocative without trying. No tie. Just open throat, sharp jawline, and that untouchable aura of ’money can’t buy this—but it’ll try.’

And beside him?

Sira.

She stepped into the hallway like temptation given physical form. Her slit gown hugged every curve with cruel precision. Deep indigo, almost black in the shadows, but shimmering violet when she moved. The cut swept high on one leg, nearly indecent, revealing thigh, hip, and pride in equal measure. Her heels were sharp enough to stab. Hair long and sleek, glossy like obsidian ink, curled at the ends like a whip.

Her makeup? Weaponized. Lashes sharp, lips dark wine, eyes lined like a war goddess on date night.

She twirled in front of him, the hem of her dress whispering against the floor like scandal.

Then she stopped, arms out just slightly, hips tilted.

”So?” she asked, smirking. ”What do you think?”

Lux blinked.

His face?

Flat. Classic CFO deadpan. Like he was evaluating a quarterly loss. No twitch. No tell.

But inside?

Yeah.

His d*ck contracted.

Hard.

Violently.

Damn it.

His voice came out low. Dry. Crisp.

”Can I f*ck you now?”

He didn’t even blink.

Still that cold, composed incubus tone. No breath hitch. No smirk. Just pure, flat intent.

Sira’s brow twitched.

”Really?” she muttered. ”Now?”

”We’re already dressed,” he offered. ”It wouldn’t wrinkle that much.”

She stepped closer. Her heel clicked between his feet. ”We have an auction to crash.”

He looked down at his pants. ”My below doesn’t agree with you.”

Her eyes followed his gaze—then slowly returned to his face.

”Lux.”

”Yes?”

”After.”

His mouth twitched.

Victory denied.

But the promise? Yeah. That was worth something.

”Fine,” he said, extending his arm. ”But I’m timing the end of this auction.”

She rolled her eyes but took his arm, sliding her fingers through the crook of his elbow like a queen claiming territory.

They walked toward the front steps together, doors already opening as if the house itself bowed for them. Outside, the infernal car—Beast Mark II—waited, purring low like a mechanical predator ready to devour traffic and self-worth.

Sira looked at it like it was dessert.

Lux opened the door for her. ”M’lady.”

She smirked, slipping inside. ”Keep that up and I will let you f*ck me in the parking lot.”

”Careful,” he said, circling to the driver’s side. ”I do drive fast.”

He slid in, started the engine, and the dashboard lit up like a hellish symphony—red gauges, rune overlays, mana-pulse readings. A faint humming came from the core as the drive crystal synced with Lux’s aura.

And as he pulled out of the driveway, Sira crossed her legs in the seat, resting her elbow against the window. Her grin hadn’t faded.

”You’re enjoying this,” he said, shifting gears without looking.

”Of course I am. I get to dress like sin, ride in your war machine, and humiliate a petty mortal with a delusion kink.”

Lux glanced at her. ”That gown should be illegal.”

”It is,” she said sweetly.

He exhaled. The windows darkened as the speed picked up.

[Drive Mode Activated. Estimated arrival at Delmar Auction House: 11:39 AM.]

”Thank you,” Lux muttered.

[You’re welcome. And might I suggest adjusting your suit fabric in the lower region? You appear... compressed.]

”Noted.”

Sira smirked harder. ”Even your system noticed?”

”It’s a snitch,” he muttered.

”I like it.”

Lux didn’t reply. His fingers flexed once on the steering wheel.

But his mind?

His mind was loud.

Because damn, she was beautiful. But not just that. Commanding. She wore power like perfume. She walked like someone who expected the world to move for her—and she was usually right.

And tonight, she was with him.

Not as a shadow.

Not as a subordinate.

But as his partner.

They were going to tear the Delmars apart.

But with class.

With contracts.

With charm.

They were going to walk into that auction like it was their ballroom. Smile like saints. Laugh like lovers. And behind every grin, every flirt, every clink of champagne—

Was ruin.

Lux reached over and adjusted her seat warmer for no reason except he knew she liked it warm.

She glanced at him. Said nothing.

But her fingers touched his wrist, just once.

He let them linger.

[Update — Secondary pathway to Auction House is clear. Local time: 11:17 AM. ETA: 22 minutes. Would you like to review the Delmar guest list en route?]

”Yeah,” Lux muttered. ”Pull it up.”

A translucent screen shimmered into view, projected just above the console.

Names scrolled.

Jeremy Delmar. His sister. His two investment partners. Half a dozen VIP mortals.

Sira glanced at the list. ”Lightweights.”

Lux hummed. ”Means no interruptions.”

”No competition either.”

”Then it’s a feeding frenzy.”

He drove a little faster.

The city blurred past them, all steel glass and mortal ambition, painted gold by the late-morning sun. The Beast Mark II rumbled like a lazy predator beneath his fingertips, gliding through the lanes. He could feel Sira’s presence beside him—cool, coiled elegance, legs crossed, one arm resting casually on the door like the throne of a Prideborn heiress.

They didn’t talk for a few beats. Just breathed.

Then the system chimed in, its voice smooth, clinical, utterly unfazed.

[Additional guest update — Lylith Seravelle has confirmed her attendance.]

Lux blinked.

”Oh...” he exhaled. ”Trouble.”

Sira cocked her head. ”What?”

”Lylith Seravelle,” he said, fingers flexing once on the wheel. ”Lamia. Queen. Thinks I’m edible.”