Harem Startup : The Demon Billionaire is on Vacation

Chapter 570 – Sexy Zombie

Lullaby giggled. ”You used to look like you hadn’t slept in three centuries.”

Sira nodded solemnly. ”Like a depressed scarecrow.”

”Or a sexy zombie,” Lullaby added.

”Or a CEO ghost who forgot what flavor is,” Sira said with a teasing grin. ”Seriously. Hollow eyes. Black circles. No color. No soul. Just ’work’ written across his forehead.”

”I didn’t look that bad,” Lux grumbled.

”You looked like someone who survived a demon divorce, a tax audit, and a soul repossession in the same week,” Sira said without mercy.

”You’re exaggerating.”

”Nope,” Lullaby said sweetly. ”You were gray. Like... emotionally and physically.”

”That’s why I took this vacation,” Lux muttered, glaring at them all. ”To rest. To recover. To avoid becoming a burnt-out sexless vampire.”

A beat.

He sighed again, softer this time. ”Okay. Now it doesn’t really feel like a vacation anymore. But technically, this was supposed to be one.”

Sira and Lullaby looked at each other and shook their heads in slow, synchronised mock-sympathy.

Ely cringed with a sympathetic smile. ”Yeah... sorry about that.”

And then...

”OH~!”

Azithra’s moan cut through the air like a musical saw.

Everyone froze.

Even the petals seemed to still. A faint breeze whispered through the corridor and carried the echo like a perverted lullaby from hell.

Lux blinked slowly. Again.

”...That was the climax,” he said, voice flat as a canceled contract.

Sira made a face. ”You sure?”

”Too breathy. Too melodic. Definitely a climax,” Lullaby confirmed like she was a certified orgasmologist.

”Yeah,” Lux sighed. ”Let’s go in before they start round two.”

”I don’t want to see him finish,” Ely mumbled, already shuffling back toward the door with a horrified expression.

”I’m not doing mouth to mouth on either of them if they pass out,” Sira said.

”I already used my daily cleanse spell,” Lullaby warned.

”Relax,” Lux said, pulling the doors open again. ”If anyone’s gonna suffer here, it’s me.”

The heat hit them first.

Not the gentle kind. This was humidity of sin. The air clung to their skin like hot oil and smelled like sex and roses and whatever the hell sweat mixed with divine mana smelled like. Musky redemption, maybe. Or heaven f**ed vanilla.*

The room was steamy. Literally. Mana swirled in sultry clouds, faintly pink and glowing like everything had been blasted with a succubus perfume bomb. Candlelight flickered from floating sconces, and mana roses now bloomed everywhere! Walls, floor, ceiling, like they were growing in response to... well, orgasms.

Azithra was still sprawled across the coffin. Legs tangled. Hair splayed like a shampoo commercial from Lust Net. Her thighs twitched.

Eros lay beside her, shirtless, smug, still panting like a beast who just conquered a divine temple and renamed it after his d*ck.

”Oh, hey,” he said lazily when he saw them. ”You missed it.”

”No,” Lux said. ”No, we didn’t.”

Sira gagged softly. Ely looked like she might faint. Again.

Lullaby blinked slowly. ”Did the coffin just grow vines?”

”It’s... pulsing,” Ely whispered. ”And yes, it grew vines.”

”It’s reacting to their climax,” Lullaby murmured. ”Somehow... that’s kind of romantic. In a wildly inappropriate way.”

”Y’all need therapy,” Lux muttered, stepping forward and holding out a hand. ”Pin. Now.”

Eros lazily lifted it between two fingers, still lying down. ”You’re no fun.”

”I’m not here for fun,” Lux said, snatching the hairpin before anyone else started moaning again. ”I’m here to stop a demon from breaking out of a forgotten Mamon vault and harvesting all our fates. Remember that part?”

Azithra sat up, slightly more composed now. She looked like someone who just slept with her soulmate and didn’t regret a second of it. Her smile was smug. Powerful. ”I remember. And thank you again. I feel wonderful.”

”You look like you melted a cathedral,” Sira said flatly.

”Mission accomplished,” Eros whispered with a wink.

Lux gave him a dead look. ”Shut up.”

”But—”

”No buts. Just silence. Silence and pants.”

Eros sighed and started reluctantly pulling his clothes back on. ”Fine. Ruin my afterglow. See if I care.”

Azithra tilted her head, gaze sliding toward Lux. ”Where are you taking the pin?”

Lux smirked, holding it up. ”Investigation. Long story. Short version? This isn’t a hairpin. It’s a key to punch my uncle in the face. A very dangerous one. And if I’m lucky, it’ll help me crack the next layer of protections around Zoltarin’s tomb.”

”Ah... That demon guy. I saw him in my dream.” Azithra’s expression shifted instantly. ”You’re going after him?”

”I’m not letting him use you again,” Lux said simply. ”Or Eros. Or anyone else.”

Eros blinked. ”Wow. That’s actually kind of hot.”

”Shut up and put your pants on.”

”Make me.”

Lux summoned one of his daggers.

”...Okay, okay, pants. Pants it is.”

The greed blade didn’t even hum. It just appeared. Quiet. Silent. Menacing. Screaming ”I will audit you and your bloodline”. And somehow made Eros’s half-limp pride snap right back into survival mode as he scrambled for his trousers like a guilty teenager caught in the temple by a priest.

Lux rolled his eyes and shifted Lullaby gently in his arms. She made a soft noise, half snore, half dreamy hum, and curled in tighter like she was napping inside a dream bubble wrapped in sugar.

”Now...” Lux said, voice cutting through the rising steam like a scalpel. ”Lust Net access.”

Eros paused, halfway done buttoning his pants. ”Wait, now?”

”Yes. Now,” Lux said, setting Lullaby down carefully on the nearest bench made of enchanted obsidian. ”You’re going to spend the next seventy two hours raw dogging the reincarnation of your life’s obsession in a coffin vine s*x tomb. You can spare five minutes to open your damn lineage interface.”

Eros scratched his abs. ”I mean. Yeah. But like... you just want to borrow it? Not getting the full access?”

Lux stared at him.

Flat. Cold. Unblinking.

Eros’s smug grin faltered. ”Oh no. That look. You’re about to say something mean.”

Lux didn’t even flinch. ”Eros... Are the years you spent in the mortal realm actually liquefying your brain?”

Eros squinted. ”I mean—”

”You’re the main Lust lineage holder. The primary thread. The anchor point for the Network’s security node. You’re not supposed to give it away like it’s some cursed USB drive. You’re supposed to guard it. Gatekeep it. F*ck, at least pretend you’re literate in your own bloodline’s infrastructure.”