Harem Startup : The Demon Billionaire is on Vacation-Chapter 579: Bigger Table

Chapter 579 – Bigger Table

Her hands moved down his chest with greedy reverence, like she was touching something divine. No hesitation, no shame. Just bold hunger. Her nails scraped lightly across his abs, leaving goosebumps in their wake. She pressed her body to his as if claiming territory, breath hot against his skin. When she pulled back, her eyes gleamed like violet fire, reflecting the warm golden glow of the chandelier overhead.

Lux was shirtless. Still lounging across the grand obsidian dining table like some ancient god of indulgence, surrounded by velvet runners, golden goblets, half-eaten fruits, and scattered petals enchanted to shimmer with every sigh.

He was their feast.

Their main course and their dessert.

And Sira dug in first.

Her hands slid down, slow and claiming, palms open like she wanted to memorize every dip and sculpted edge of him. Her touch wasn’t soft. It was certain. She was the daughter of Pride, after all. She didn’t explore, she conquered.

"You’re too smug," she whispered, nails trailing dangerously low.

"I’m Greed," Lux replied, voice like warm wine. "Smug is the appetizer."

"Oh?" Sira smirked, her thumb brushing across the firm lines of his hips. "Then what’s the main dish?"

He didn’t answer.

He didn’t have to.

Her breath caught when she felt it, his body, perfectly warm, smooth skin over iron-hard muscle, and that heat. That unbearable, slow-burning heat radiating off him in waves that didn’t just warm the air... they melted it. Every inch of his incubus frame hummed with sin and seduction, like even his breath could coax desire from stone. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

The moment Sira leaned down, about to lick across his chest again...

Lullaby moved.

"Bunny," Lux murmured, voice instantly dropping into that softer tone he reserved only for her.

Lullaby tilted her head, smile dreamy, eyes locked on him. "You’re glowing."

He huffed a low laugh. "You always say that."

"Because you are." She rested her hand on his thigh, just above where Sira sat proudly, her hips still grinding slowly like she was trying to stake her claim through friction alone. "You feel like summer heat during nap time," Lullaby murmured.

And then she licked his stomach.

It wasn’t aggressive. It wasn’t fast. It was soft, too soft. Her tongue flicked over his skin like she was tasting whipped cream instead of flesh. She let it linger, just above his navel, humming low in her throat like it was good.

Lux’s hands curled against the velvet table runner.

"Lullaby," he said, breath catching slightly.

"Hm?" she blinked up at him, lips glossy now. "You taste good."

He smirked, sharp and slow. "I’m always tasty."

Sira scoffed, but she was smirking too. "Arrogant prick."

"Guilty."

But then both their heads turned.

Because Ely moved.

Lux looked up at her. "Ely?"

"I..." Her voice was soft. Barely a whisper. "I want to know."

He tilted his head, brow raised.

Ely licked her lips, flushed, gaze flickering down Lux’s torso like she was studying a rare artifact. "You’re... different. Your body. The way you smell." She inhaled again and her breath hitched. "It’s like... something inside me keeps leaning closer without asking my permission."

"That’s called pheromones," Sira muttered with a wicked grin.

Lux didn’t speak.

He invited.

He tilted his head back and let them do what they wanted.

Ely’s fingers touched his ribs.

She gasped.

His skin was hot. Not feverish, just deeply, comfortingly warm, like sun-soaked silk. And smooth. And firm. But what shook her wasn’t how perfect he felt. It was how alive he felt. Like every part of his body pulsed gently with power, like touching him meant risking seduction at a molecular level.

Lullaby was already curled between his legs now, nuzzling against his thigh like it was a warm pillow.

"Ely," Lux said, his voice thick now, low and indulgent, "you don’t have to rush. I like slow learners."

"I’m not trying to rush," she whispered. "I’m trying to remember."

He blinked. "Remember?"

Ely flushed harder. "How to touch someone without fear."

The room fell quiet for a beat.

Sira froze in place.

Lullaby stilled, her arms wrapping tighter around his leg.

Lux reached up with one hand, cupped Ely’s cheek, and gently pulled her forward. His thumb brushed along her lower lip, slow and reverent.

"Then start with this," he said. "Touch me like I’m real. Not like a dream you’ll lose."

Ely nodded slowly.

And she did.

Her palms pressed to his chest, and her breath shook. She explored the line of his collarbone, traced the edge of his shoulder, and moved lower. His skin pulsed beneath her touch, and the pheromones made her heart beat faster. Not lust. Not exactly. Just... overwhelming gravity. Like she was falling toward him with no end in sight.

"You’re too warm," she murmured.

He grinned. "Then take your time cooling off."

Lullaby giggled softly and resumed her nuzzling, lips pressing gentle kisses to his stomach, humming like she was drunk on his presence.

Sira shifted again, pushing herself upright and letting her hand rake down his chest, across his abs, and teasing the edge of his waistband.

"Ah~" she muttered, "even his sweat smells addictive."

"That’s custom-coded," Lux joked.

Ely’s hands reached his hips, thumbs brushing dangerously close to territory not yet explored, his cock, her body trembling with every new discovery. "You’re not just a demon," she said softly. "You’re temptation given form."

He tilted his head and grinned lazily. "Flattery will get you everywhere."

The scent in the room was thick now, warm skin, roses, spice, and something darker. Something that didn’t just stir the body. It stirred need. Ancient. Primal. Lux’s incubus aura was fully active, and the system had long since stopped trying to control it.

[Incubus pheromones 51%]

[Warning: Furniture Stability Failing – Estimated Collapse: 11 minutes]

[Ambient Heat Rising – Ventilation Magic Activated]

Lux let out a breath. "We’re going to need a bigger table."

"You’re going to need less clothes," Sira shot back, tugging his waistband down another inch. "Or not at all..."

"No arguments."