Harem Startup : The Demon Billionaire is on Vacation-Chapter 601: Why Holding Back?

Chapter 601 – Why Holding Back?

Rava stood at the edge of a plush bed with a bowl of now cooling water, a damp cloth in one hand, and the full, oppressive weight of her pride on the other. And still... still, she glanced back at him.

Because there he was.

Lux Vaelthorn.

Incubus CFO of Hell. Son of Lust and Greed. Tied to his own bed with ancient rope, helpless, shirt half open, horns tousled, his smirk cocky but his eyes...

His eyes were the problem.

He had no right to pull that look.

That wide, open, slightly pathetic expression like a sad prince who got abandoned in the rain. His lashes long, his cheeks pale just enough from mana depletion to pass for tragic. That soft frown that whispered ’I’m trying to be good’ even though he absolutely wasn’t.

Puppy eyes.

Lethally calculated puppy eyes.

And she knew it.

She knew it.

And it didn’t matter.

Because her knees still went weak.

"You don’t..." Lux began, slowly, carefully, like a predator pretending to be prey, "want to use me?"

That voice.

Rava’s hand twitched. The water in the basin sloshed. Her heart slammed once, hard.

Damn him.

That voice was soft and lonely and gentle in a way that curled into her bones. That voice wrapped itself around logic like a silk noose. Like he wasn’t the most dangerous thing in the room. Like he didn’t have two sin bloodlines, and one hell of a history manipulating market trends through flirtation and fiscal dominance.

She knew exactly what he was doing.

It didn’t stop her breath from catching.

"Stop that," she muttered.

"Stop what?" he said with faux innocence.

"That voice."

"My voice?" he blinked, tilting his head just slightly, messy hair brushing his cheek. "But I’m just asking..."

"Lux—"

"Then," he continued, ignoring her warning tone, "how about..."

He hesitated. Just long enough.

"...you wipe me down."

Rava stared.

Lux blinked again. Innocent. Polite.

"I mean..." he said gently, "yesterday Sira bathed me, but I think... she missed some spots. I didn’t want to complain, obviously. She was very thorough. Elegant. Intense. A bit too much eucalyptus, but effective."

Rava’s mouth opened. Then closed.

"But," Lux added, with that look, "I think you should help. You’re always precise. I trust you to get... those spots."

He grinned.

She narrowed her eyes.

"What spots."

Lux’s voice dropped to a whisper. "You know which spots." 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

The room went silent except for the soft flick of her tongue against her fang.

Her eyes slid down.

To the blanket.

To the very obvious outline beneath it.

Still mostly soft.

But noticeable.

She looked back up at him slowly. Her stare could’ve frozen lava.

"You mean..."

Lux nodded solemnly. "You’ll have to pull down my pants to do it."

Rava pressed her lips together and turned away fast enough to make her robe flutter.

"You’re unbelievable."

"You keep saying that."

"Because it keeps being true!"

He chuckled, low and warm. "I’m just asking for hygiene. Isn’t that a good sign? That I’m willing to accept help? That I’m embracing vulnerability?"

"You’re embracing something all right," she muttered.

Still... she hadn’t walked away.

She hadn’t left the bowl.

And her fingers were twitching again.

Because this wasn’t fair. They’d all agreed. One week. No touching. No teasing. Just care. Healing. Focus. And now?

Now he was smug and tied up. Helpless in the most dangerous way possible. The kind of helpless that wasn’t begging for escape.

It was an invitation.

She turned back, arms crossed, one tentacle curling behind her.

"You really want me to pull your pants off," she said flatly.

"For medical reasons."

"And you think that’s going to help your case?"

He shrugged, or tried to. The rope barely let him shift. "Well. I did say I was bored."

"You said you wanted sex."

"I also said I was dying of boredom, which is way more serious."

She walked back toward the bed. Slowly. Like a woman approaching a trap she knew was a trap and stepped toward it anyway.

Lux didn’t move.

He just watched her with that quiet, half-lidded gaze that always made her want to kiss him and kick him at the same time.

She stopped at the edge of the bed and pulled the blanket down.

Lower.

Lower.

Down to his waist.

The tent bulged. His pants still on, the rope keeping everything in place, but there it was.

Her face heated.

He looked ridiculous.

And unfairly hot.

She glared at him. "Say one more word and I’m writing ’fragile’ on your forehead in permanent ink."

His smirk didn’t fade.

She reached for the waistband.

And paused.

Her heart was pounding.

She hated how much it turned her on. That he couldn’t move. That he trusted her. That he wanted this. Not as control. Not as power.

As care.

Real care.

And maybe a little smugness too.

She tugged the strings of his waistband loose.

Slowly.

Lux watched. Silent now.

Breath soft.

Rava closed her eyes, exhaled once.

And then pulled.

The pants slid down.

Just enough to show his full cock.

And yeah...

Yeah.

Those spots needed attention.

She reached for a fresh cloth.

He grinned.

And didn’t say a word.

But he didn’t have to.

Every movement said it for him.

Every twitch, every shiver, every breath.

Her touch was careful. Gentle.

Damp cloth on skin.

Soft.

Teasing.

Slow.

Rava focused on the motion, on the feel of the fabric, the scent of soap, the heat of his skin.

Not on him.

Not on his reactions.

Even when he gasped.

When his hips shifted.

When his eyes rolled back.

She kept her hands steady.

Careful.

Methodical.

But he was so damn sensitive.

So damn responsive.

Like the smallest touches set him off.

And that wasn’t helping.

Rava blushed. Her heart pounded. Yeah, she was horny and all these scenes made it even worse.

And Lux knew.

"Why holding back, Rava? Use me. Touch me."

"I... can’t..."

"Yes, you can. You don’t have to use me. But if you want me, take me. I can’t touch you. So use my body, make yourself feel good, Rava."

"You... are... unfair."

"But you still want me."

"Of course, I want you."

"Then, touch me."

"Oh, Lux."

She kissed him deeply. One of her tentacles pulled his pants further. Now he was completely naked. At least his below. His hard cock stood erect.

"Mmm, you want me so bad, darling. Do you like what you see? Am I making you hot, love?"

Rava was blushing hard, her breath hitching as her desire grew. "Shut up," she mumbled before kissing him again.