Harem Startup : The Demon Billionaire is on Vacation-Chapter 587: Praise Me!

"You should see them, old devil! Look what I've done, praise me!"

Eros's voice rang out before the dining room doors even finished opening, absolutely brimming with smug joy. The heavy obsidian double-doors creaked open on a room that no longer resembled anything remotely civilized. Velvet chairs were flipped. Fruit bowls were upturned. Candlesticks were missing entirely. A wine bottle hung upside down from the chandelier.

And right in the middle of it all?

Three women, naked and wrecked, were draped across a table like an aftermath painting of a gluttonous sin feast. One was slumped half-off the edge, another curled into the curve of the host's chair with a lazy moan, and the last had slid to the floor completely, her legs twitching faintly like the memory of pleasure hadn't quite faded.

And then there was Lux.

Standing.

Technically.

More like bracing himself upright, shirtless, pantless, hair in wild curls sticking to his forehead, his chest covered in a galaxy of lip prints, scratch trails, and faint bite marks. His entire aura screamed "I survived something ancient and possibly illegal." His eyes looked glazed. His lower back twitched.

"Ohhhh," said a deep voice from the mirror in Eros's hand. "Oh, now that's my grandson."

The hand mirror shimmered with swirling red-gold light, revealing the amused, sharp-eyed face of Asmo himself.

Eros grinned, holding the mirror up proudly like he was showing off his art collection. "Look at that posture! Look at those marks! That's not a quarterly report demon anymore, is it?"

"Good job, kiddo!" Asmo beamed. "You finally acted like a real incubus!"

Lux turned very, very slowly toward the sound of their voices.

He was still catching his breath. He hadn't said a single word since they walked in.

And then, finally.

"You," he said to Eros, voice rough like he'd gargled lava and lust magic. "What the hell did you do to this room."

Eros raised a hand. "I cleaned it before you started, promise."

"Not what I meant," Lux gritted. "The air. The scent. That wasn't just Lust Palace energy. That was something extra."

Eros winked. "You noticed! I added a little something new to the room aroma blend. A dash of vintage pheromone… and just a drop of my personal love scent. Real subtle."

Lux blinked.

"Subtle?" he croaked. "They went feral in the middle of the third round!"

"They always go feral eventually," Eros said with a shrug. "You're hot, I'm proud, everything worked."

"I was nearly devoured, Eros."

"Did you die?"

"No!"

"Then you're welcome."

Asmo laughed so hard in the mirror that the image shook. "I missed this energy! Look at you, Lux. Look at the state of you. That's not a greedy contract demon anymore. That's my blood talking."

Lux opened his mouth to argue.

He stopped.

Looked down at himself.

At the literal teeth mark on his hip.

At the smeared lipstick across his ribs.

At the way Lullaby whimpered and said "mmm, incubus pillow" from the floor like she hadn't fully left the dream yet.

Then he exhaled and just whispered, "…I look like a casualties report for three kingdoms war."

"And yet still standing," Asmo said proudly. "That's stamina. That's heritage."

Lux shook his head slowly, rubbing his temples. "This is your fault, both of you."

"You're welcome," Eros and Asmo said at the same time, beaming.

Lux finally staggered to the table, flopping into the one untouched chair. A half-eaten sugared peach sat on a cracked plate next to an empty potion bottle.

"You know," Lux said, voice dry, "I used to be respectable. I had a weekly schedule. Board meetings. Financial summits. Demonic trade routes. I had spreadsheets."

"You had boredom," Asmo said. "Now you have bite marks and a harem." 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

"I'm still the CFO of Greed," Lux snapped.

"Correction," Eros chimed in. "You're now also the MVP of Lust's bedroom Olympics."

Asmo made a gesture like throwing glitter. "Add it to the résumé!"

Lux groaned.

Lullaby made a sleepy sound from the floor. "Mmm. Lux… can I… can I keep the pillow…?"

"Sweetheart," Lux said, leaning over the edge to look at her, "that's my thigh."

"Yeah…" she smiled. "It's warm."

Eros elbowed the mirror toward her and whispered, "She's my favorite."

"I'm still present, you know," Lux said without opening his eyes.

Ely groaned softly from the table, slowly sitting up, one hand pressed to her lower back. "I think I'm addicted to something. Is that normal?"

"Yup," Lux said flatly. "That's the system verified aftereffect of incubus bonding."

"She moaned my name and bit my shoulder after the bonding," he added, glaring at Eros. "Your scent did that."

"Again… you're welcome."

Sira rolled over from her sprawl on the corner of the table, hair tangled like a demonic rockstar, and said, "Lux tastes like sin and tax evasion."

"Thank you, Sira," Lux muttered.

Asmo clapped in the mirror. "I couldn't be prouder! My boy finally loosened that greed-stick shoved up his pride-suit and embraced the family sin!"

"I am not abandoning Greed," Lux said. "I still believe in the balance of sin economy—"

"You still tried to offer Ely a loyalty bonus after you took her virginity," Sira muttered into a cushion.

"I WAS TRYING TO BE THOUGHTFUL."

"Lux, you offered me a performance based cuddle plan," Lullaby mumbled from the floor.

Lux groaned again.

Eros beamed. "He's still recovering. Don't tease him. Yet."

Asmo's eyes twinkled in the mirror. "Listen, Lux. I know I tease you. A lot. But truth is? This? This is what you were born for. Not just numbers and sealed contracts. You're Lustborn. You've got the magic. The touch. The heat. You just needed the right… stimulation."

Lux side-eyed Eros.

Eros winked again. "And maybe a little help from my scent diffuser."

Sira stretched like a cat, then threw an arm around Lux's neck. "You're still mine first, by the way. Ely and Lullaby can whimper and melt all they want, but I kissed you before the room exploded."

Ely gave a weak huff from the table. "That explosion started with your kiss."

"Mmm," Lullaby purred, face still pressed to Lux's thigh. "Can we explode again later?"

Asmo clapped. "Now that's my bloodline!"

Lux looked at them all, disheveled and smug and utterly unrepentant.

Then he looked at himself.

Covered in chaos.

Exhausted.

Overstimulated.

Possibly broken.

And, despite himself…

He grinned.

"…Fine," he muttered. "Maybe it wasn't all bad."