Harem Startup : The Demon Billionaire is on Vacation

Chapter 592 – Not a Good Boy

The kind of movement that came from Pride, honed by instinct and irritation, controlled just enough to look elegant while still very clearly saying you are not allowed to keep doing that. Her hands slammed onto the table on either side of Lux’s shoulders, trapping him in place, her face hovering just inches from his.

”Enough,” she growled.

Lux blinked up at her.

Wide-eyed.

Mouth slightly parted.

Ropes pulling his arms back just enough to make his chest rise when he inhaled.

”Did I... do something wrong?” he asked softly.

That was it.

That was the sound.

That tone.

Sira’s jaw tightened so hard it almost cracked.

Naomi, still standing near the table, let out a helpless groan and turned away, one hand pressed to her forehead. ”He’s doing it again. He knows exactly what he’s doing.”

”I don’t,” Lux said, lowering his gaze, lashes casting shadows on his cheeks. ”I’m just listening. Being good.”

Rava crossed her arms slowly, watching him like a kraken studying a ship drifting too close to forbidden waters. ”He’s flipped the script,” she muttered. ”He’s baiting.”

Lullaby shifted in Lux’s lap, still curled comfortably against him, humming faintly like she’d found the coziest spot in existence. ”He’s warm,” she said, as if that explained everything.

”It does not,” Naomi snapped.

Mira finally straightened up. Her eyes were bright with barely contained laughter, her dragon instincts buzzing with delight.

”Oh, this is beautiful,” she said, strolling closer. ”Right when you think you’ve got him cornered, he turns into a kicked puppy with a pheromone problem.”

”I am not a puppy,” Lux protested mildly.

”You licked your lips and looked up at Sira like you were waiting for head pats,” Mira shot back.

Sira noticed.

Her fingers dug into the table.

Lux noticed that she noticed.

And smiled.

Just a little.

Not smug. Not dominant.

Soft.

Inviting.

It was infuriating.

”Lux,” Sira said lowly. ”You are tied to a chair.”

”Yes.”

”You are not in control.”

”Yes.”

”You are not allowed to provoke us.”

”...Am I provoking you?”

Her breath hitched.

Mira laughed out loud. ”She’s losing it.”

Rava stepped closer, boots clicking softly against the floor. ”You need to stop,” she told Lux calmly. ”Because if you don’t, someone is going to forget why you were tied up in the first place.”

Lux tilted his head, looking genuinely curious. ”Would that be... bad?”

Naomi spun around. ”Yes! Very bad! That was the entire point of the ropes!”

Sira inhaled slowly, forcing herself to straighten. ”You’re enjoying this too much.”

Lux nodded. ”I decided to.”

That admission rippled through the room.

Mira raised a brow. ”Oh?”

He exhaled, shoulders relaxing against the restraints. ”They say if life messes you up, you mess with it back. So I stopped fighting. And it’s... nice.”

He looked at them. All of them.

Not hungry.

Not demanding.

Just present.

”I don’t need to win every time.”

The room went quiet.

Lullaby shifted, lifting her head to look at him. Her eyes were clear, curious, warm. ”You stopped being sharp,” she murmured. ”You’re soft right now.”

Lux smiled faintly. ”Only for you.”

Naomi swallowed, fingers twisting in her robe. ”You can’t just... switch like that.”

”Why not?” he asked. ”You’re all here. I trust you.”

Rava clicked her tongue softly. ”That’s unfair.”

”I know.”

That was worse.

Because trust hit harder than lust ever could.

Sira stepped back, running a hand through her hair. ”You’re supposed to be the dangerous one.”

”I still am,” Lux murmured, not even trying to resist now. His voice was soft, but thick with intent. ”I’m just choosing not to use it.”

Sira stared.

She stepped forward again, slowly this time. Her fingers hovered near his cheek, then pressed in. Her touch was hot. Elegant. Cruel in the way only a Prideborn could manage—deliberate, graceful, intoxicating. Her nail traced down his jaw, featherlight. Then his chin. Then... his lips.

She tapped.

”Lick me,” she said.

Lux didn’t blink.

His lips parted, and his tongue came out... slow. Controlled. Wicked.

He licked the pad of her finger like it was a delicacy, like he was built for this. Like the act of touching her skin to his mouth was some kind of ancient ritual. His tongue dragged, warm and wet and maddening.

And then... just because he could, he sucked.

Just a little.

Just enough for her breath to hitch. Her spine arched forward without meaning to.

”Sira,” he whispered, his voice all molten sin and obedience, ”tell me I’m a good boy.”

Her pupils dilated.

She didn’t answer. Couldn’t.

Because that sound, that sight of the incubus CFO of Greed, all tied up and behaving like a perfectly trained puppy... broke her.

”I—”

Mira leaned forward from across the table, resting her elbows casually on the linen.

”You’re really not bluffing,” the dragoness said with a slow, impressed exhale. ”Nope. That’s a whole damn act.”

”Nope.”

”Wow,” she said. ”So this is what happens when an incubus decides to behave.”

Lullaby smiled sleepily. ”He’s very pretty when he does.”

Naomi covered her face. ”I hate that I agree.”

Sira glanced at the ropes. Then at Lux’s expression. Then at the way he wasn’t straining against them anymore.

”Don’t move,” she warned.

”I won’t,” he promised.

She reached out.

To untie him.

Then straighten the collar of his shirt.

Her fingers brushed his skin.

Lux inhaled.

Did not move.

Just... breathed.

Sira’s nails skimmed down his throat, slow and sinful, tracing the vulnerable curve beneath his jaw. Her mouth hovered near his ear, warm breath curling like temptation.

”You look so good when you stop fighting,” she whispered, her voice a purr of triumph. Her other hand slid across his bare chest, palm flattening over his heart like she wanted to own the rhythm. Lux didn’t flinch. Didn’t resist. He just exhaled, his lashes low, lips parted like an obedient toy too tired to disobey.

Then Lullaby nestled in from the other side, lips brushing his shoulder, her dreamy eyes glowing with lazy need. ”We’re going to melt you...” she sighed.

And just as Sira leaned in for a kiss...

He vanished.

-Poof!

Gone.

Satin rope snapped back, empty.

The girls blinked.

”...He Shadow Stepped?” Sira hissed.