Harem Startup : The Demon Billionaire is on Vacation-Chapter 569: I Love You When You’re Feral

Chapter 569 – I Love You When You’re Feral

Another moan.

Yeah. He was definitely inside her. But Lux didn’t want to look at them at all. Instead, he turned his back completely on them.

Azithra arched into the motion, hips moving in sync. "Eros~"

"You were gone for years," he panted. "I’m making up for every minute."

"I love you when you’re feral," she purred.

"I love you when you’re conscious."

Lux let out a strangled sound.

"This was supposed to be a rescue mission," he muttered. "Wake up the princess. Figure out the hairpin. Subtly avoid alerting Zoltarin. And now they’re screwing in a fucking coffin like it’s the start of a gothic p*rno."

"Technically," Lullaby murmured, her head still tucked against him, "it is."

"I hate that you’re not wrong."

"I’m not even mad," Sira said. "I’m just impressed by the commitment. The man didn’t even blink before tearing his clothes off."

"I didn’t even see when they landed," Ely added. "Like... one second he was dressed. Now he’s just... pantsless and... oh, he’s got a tattoo."

"What tattoo?" Sira asked.

"I don’t know," she said. "Above his left hip. Kinda... flares when he moves."

"Oh, that’s Lust crest," Sira looked horrified. "Why were you looking that low?"

"I was already looking when he stood up!"

"Uh huh."

Azithra finally glanced over again. Her eyes were a little clearer now. Brighter.

"Did you really wake me up?" she asked.

Lux nodded, brushing Lullaby’s back gently. But he didn’t turn around at all. "She did the heavy lifting."

"I see. Then... thank you," Azithra said, voice soft. "You’ve given me more than you know."

Eros was still moving.

Still thrusting.

Still completely ignoring everyone.

Sira’s eye twitched. "Seriously, do you not see us here?"

Eros looked over, finally, and smiled lazy, blissed out, completely unapologetic. "You can leave."

"This is why your father disinherited you," Lux muttered.

"I disinherited myself the moment Azithra walked into my life," Eros said without shame.

Azithra melted a little. "Oh, my idiot beast."

They kissed again.

Loudly.

Moistly.

Lullaby blinked up at Lux. "You think we’ll ever be that dramatic?"

"We better not be," Lux said flatly. "I mean, I’m lust, but I still have my brain."

"You’d definitely f*ck someone on a coffin if it was mine."

He didn’t even hesitate. "Okay. Yeah. True," he said sarcastically. No, he wouldn’t.

"You say that like you haven’t had sex in a volcano," Sira added.

"I didn’t!" he defended. "Hell, I was a 200-year-old incubus before I met Naomi. Can you believe that?"

"Poor you."

"Yeah, poor me. Thankfully, my lower half is still fully operational, even after 200 years of neglect."

Azithra sighed happily as Eros kissed down her sternum. "I missed this chaos."

"You’ve only been awake for five minutes," Lux muttered.

"And already the world feels bright again."

Lux sighed, his arms still wrapped around Lullaby. "We should probably do something with that pin soon."

"I’m busy," Eros grunted.

"Clearly," Lux said.

Sira threw her hands up. "Can we go before someone starts moaning in infernal tongues?"

Eros looked up, mid-thrust. "Too late."

And from somewhere deep in Azithra’s throat, a sound escaped that probably broke a few moral codes.

Lux stared blankly ahead. "...I’m going to scrub my brain with acid."

"I’ll help," Lullaby offered.

Sira grabbed Ely’s hand and started pulling her toward the door. "We’re leaving."

Azithra moaned again. "Don’t worry... he already broke me."

"OKAY," Lux shouted, following the girls. "OKAY, NOPE, WE’RE DONE. I’M OUT."

Behind them, Eros just laughed.

And kept going.

As if nothing else in the world mattered.

Lux didn’t even glance back. Just pushed open the heavy obsidian gates with a dead stare and muttered, "We’ll be waiting outside this... whatever the hell this is."

"My sanctuary," Eros called back proudly, voice echoing like a smug hornball king in heat. "This sacred place of love and legacy—"

"Yeah, yeah," Lux cut in, already stepping past the threshold. "Sanctuary, shrine, seven layer s*x pit, whatever. Tell us when you’re done desecrating it. Five minutes. That’s the maximum."

"Pfft. You can’t rush passion," Eros growled between what sounded suspiciously like a wet suck and a slap.

Lux didn’t blink. "Five minutes or I’m grabbing you mid-ejaculation. And don’t forget you still owe me access to the Lust Network."

Eros groaned. "You really know how to ruin a climax."

"I’m a CFO," Lux said flatly, pushing the gate closed behind him with his foot. "We ruin everything. Efficiently."

The door thudded shut with a damp clack, and the four of them stood just outside the black marble threshold. Even out here, the roses still grew wild along the edge of the sanctuary, perfumed with something sweet and dangerously sticky. Mana bloomed off the petals in faint, glowing veins, like they were wired into the lust circuits of this whole ridiculous underground temple.

And even out here...

They could still hear them.

"Oh gods— harder~!"

-Squelch! Slap! Moan!

"Oh Eros~ more... don’t stop~"

-Squelch! Slap! Squelch!

Lux blinked slowly. "Something in there is letting us hear this."

"I hate how right you probably are," Sira muttered, facepalming as her horns flickered with suppressed irritation.

Lullaby tilted her head, still a little dazed but smiling. "It’s probably enchanted. This whole place reeks of amplified pleasure fields. Voice projection might be a kink thing."

"Of course it is," Lux groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Why wouldn’t it be. Great. Just great."

Ely’s voice piped up, soft but curious. "Are all demons like this?"

Lux looked at her.

Then blinked.

Then slowly tilted his head, like he was weighing the exact percentage of pride and shame required to answer that.

"...Only incubi," he said finally. "And succubi. They’re... wired different. Like they skipped ’self-control’ in school."

"You are half of it, right?" Ely pursed her lips. "That explains your charm."

Lux immediately smirked. "Oh, that’s a natural one," he said, voice smooth as honey and twice as smug. "Not because I’m an incubus. That’s just me."

She raised a brow. "Confident."

"Realistic," he corrected, snapping his fingers dramatically. "I’m literally rated ’lethal’ in three realms just for existing. Not my fault if my charisma stat rolls nat twenties."