Harem Startup : The Demon Billionaire is on Vacation-Chapter 572: Lust Lord

Chapter 572 – Lust Lord

Azithra hummed beside Eros. "You’re kind of hot like this."

"Do not flirt with me right now," Lux said, not looking away from the data. "I’m elbow deep in corrupted s*x archives and trying not to gouge my own eyes out."

"I’m still half naked, you know."

"Thank you for the reminder. I’m now blind by choice."

The girls laughed.

Eros reached up and tugged Azithra closer, kissing her temple. "You know, for all his complaining, I bet deep down Lux loves being the smart one in the room."

"I can still hear you," Lux muttered.

"Good. I said it loud."

Lux scrolled through the final report, his hand still flying. His eyes scanned metrics most beings wouldn’t even see, let alone understand.

At the very bottom, the screen pulsed faintly. One line glowed a little brighter than the others:

[LustVault Status: Tethered – Restricted – Monitored by Third Bloodline Signature]

Lux stared at it.

Froze.

Then slowly traced the line with his finger. "Tethered...?"

He opened a new panel. Tried to click deeper. Access denied.

He frowned.

"Who the hell is watching this?"

Sira glanced up. "Problem?"

Lux didn’t answer.

Yet.

Just one hand resting on his chin. The other hovering over the locked signature, his fingers twitching.

And in his head...

A quiet, old voice whispered like sand over silver.

[You can borrow the Network, little kiddo... But nothing you touch goes unnoticed.]

Lux exhaled through his nose. Quiet. Cold.

"...Ah," he muttered. "Crap... Not him."

And the system pulsed again.

Softly.

Pink.

Almost like it giggled.

One of the LustNet screens flickered violently, pixels vibrating like someone was poking the soul of the code from the inside, and then the entire room dimmed slightly as a new screen burst into view.

Lux instinctively straightened.

Because there, projected in high-resolution infernal mana, was a face he hadn’t seen in years. Smooth skin, a sharp jaw, eyes that practically radiated mischief and stamina, long flowing hair like someone who moisturized with seduction oil, and a smirk that had probably ended dynasties.

The Lord of Lust.

Their grandfather.

Asmo.

Even the LustNet UI sparkled around him like it was flirting. The display curved to frame his perfect cheekbones.

"For Hell’s sake," Lux whispered under his breath. "He’s still hot."

Asmo tilted his head, eyes twinkling with dramatic flair. "Grandsons! My favorite bloodlines that somehow haven’t collapsed from burnout or accidental baby creation."

Lux coughed, smoothing his expression into that perfect CFO lobbying smile. Shoulders back. Voice calm. Tone polished. "Grandpa. How are you? Long time no see."

"Kiddo," Asmo grinned. "Yeah. It’s been forever. You’re always working and working and working. When’s the last time you even visited me for real?"

"I visited you two years ago," Lux said quickly, defensive already. "To negotiate that cross faction pheromone licensing deal, remember?"

Asmo made a pfft sound and waved his hand like banishing a fly. "That was work. I mean real visiting. You know, the kind where we eat wine soaked fruit, gossip about hot succubi, and I ask if you’re finally getting laid."

"I’m getting laid," Lux said flatly.

"Not enough if you still have that look in your eyes," Asmo replied, pointing a well-manicured finger. "The look that says ’I’m emotionally constipated and my paperwork’s overdue.’"

Lullaby giggled softly in Sira’s lap.

Sira smirked. "He’s not wrong."

"Why are you here?" Lux sighed.

"I’m integrated into the LustNet at the administrative root level. You triggered a deep-access node. I monitor those personally."

Lux blinked. "Wait. You manually watch the deep root triggers?"

"Of course!" Asmo spread his arms. "You think I trust a bunch of AI protocols to guard the Lust bloodline’s secrets? No. I am the security."

Eros finally stood up from the coffin, shirt halfway on, pants dangerously low on his hips, expression halfway between amused and alarmed. "Wait, you’re the failsafe?"

"Of course I am," Asmo said proudly. "I’m still the best lay in this family."

"You’re also supposed to be retired," Lux muttered.

"And bored. Hence, surprise visits." Then Asmo leaned in toward the screen, eyes twinkling as he spotted Eros. "Speaking of which... where’s my other grandson been, hmm?"

Eros stiffened. His smile cracked like thin glass. "What?"

"You vanished for decades! No messages. No calls. Not even a single realm wide moan alert. And now you pop up mid coitus, using my network like a damn rental suite? Honestly, Eros, your manners are worse than a fallen nymph’s rebound phase."

"I’m not a prince anymore!" Eros snapped, half flustered, half pleading.

"You’re still my blood," Asmo said, folding his arms with mock sternness. "And until I say otherwise, you’re not allowed to demote yourself just because your father exploded."

Eros winced. "Oof. Harsh."

Sira muttered, "That’s a very lust family way to phrase death."

"He did explode," Lullaby mumbled, half asleep.

"Oh God..." Ely added, blinking slowly.

Lux coughed into his hand. "Can we please focus? I’m working."

Asmo lit up again. "Ah yes! You always are. Always crunching data, rewriting soul tax codes, updating aphrodisiac market projections. My little accountant from hell."

"I’m the CFO of Hell now," Lux corrected, because titles mattered.

"And yet you haven’t joined any of my annual orgy summits," Asmo said with a dramatic sigh.

"I’m also part Greed. We monetize event like that."

"Oh, you adorable little capitalist incubus. So much potential... wasted on ambition."

Lux ignored him and tapped through the floating screens, working fast. "I don’t need a lecture. I need ten more minutes of access."

Asmo tilted his head. "You’re trying to access sealed Lust Network nodes, yes?"

"Yes."

"And borrow Eros’s anchor connection?"

"Yes."

"While ignoring your bloodline duties, skipping every reunion, and still pretending not genetically engineered by centuries of hot sin demons?"

Lux didn’t flinch. "Correct."

Asmo smiled slowly. "That’s my boy."

Lux exhaled like a man who knew he’d just stepped into a trap and was too tired to care.

Asmo winked. "Carry on, CFO. Just know... the next time you break into the deeper Lust node..."

His eyes glinted. Magic swirled behind his image like velvet.

"...You’ll get me in person."

And with that, the screen shimmered and collapsed into pink stardust.

Lux stared blankly at the air where his hot grandpa just vanished.