Harem Startup : The Demon Billionaire is on Vacation-Chapter 607: I Will Tie You Up Someday

Chapter 607 – I Will Tie You Up Someday

Selena’s voice came softer this time.

"...I wanted to touch him."

Celestaria looked up.

Selena wasn’t smiling. "Just... to check. His pulse. His aura. I didn’t. But I wanted to."

"I wanted to wipe the sweat from his temple," Solara said quietly.

Celestaria stared at the table. "I wanted to undo the ropes."

The room held its breath again.

Not divine.

Not celestial.

Just three women. Who’d watched him rise. Fall. Break.

And somehow, still, smile at them.

Selena finally whispered, "Do you think he knows?"

Solara said nothing.

Celestaria closed her eyes for a moment.

"Yes," she said.

And yet... he never says it.

Because Lux Vaelthorn didn’t need to be told he was wanted.

Back to the mortal realm, to Lux’s room.

The silk curtains fluttered lazily from the open window, warm daylight creeping across the sheets like a nosy auditor. The scent of medicinal herbs still clung thick in the air, slightly sweet, slightly bitter... like something that swore it was helping you even as it offended your entire taste profile.

Lux lay on his back.

Naked.

Again.

Rava had left.

He exhaled slowly, letting the soup settle in his stomach. Or medicine. Honestly, at this point, the line was blurred. It was green. It was thick. It steamed. It smelled like forest, moss, and distant financial regret. But he drank it.

And now?

Now there were gold needles in his body.

Literally.

"Is it necessary," Lux muttered, voice flat as a declining market trend, "for me to be this naked?"

"Yes," Mira said coolly.

She didn’t look at him. Not directly. She sat at his side, focused on her tools. A lacquered wooden box lay open beside her, rows of thin, glimmering needles arranged with surgical precision. Dragon crafted. Tempered in thunderstorm winds. Blessed by something eastern and spiritual and undoubtedly smug.

Her fingers moved like a strategist playing five dimensional chess.

Another needle slid into the flesh just below his ribs. Sharp. Gentle. Precise.

Lux’s body twitched. His left leg jerked.

"Mira," he hissed, "that’s a kidney line."

"It was blocked," she replied smoothly. "Now it’s not."

He groaned. "I’m tied up, Mira."

"I know."

"Naked."

"I’m aware."

"With needles in me."

"You’re welcome."

Lux gave her a long look. "You enjoy this. We aren’t in Hell, but why am I being tortured? Also, I’m supposed to be the torturer. I’m the devil."

"I’m healing you."

"You could’ve healed me with tea. And s*x."

"I did give you tea," she said. "You said it tasted like failure."

"It did!"

"Because your body was rejecting it."

"My body rejects things that try to taste like depression in liquid form! I want coffee!"

Mira rolled her eyes and took another needle from the box. And yes, she enjoyed naked Lux.

Lux flinched. "Okay, okay, fine, the tea helped! Happy?"

"No," she said calmly. "I’ll be happy when your nerves stop misfiring and you stop trying to send coded asset reports through your mental link to the Hell Treasury Board."

He froze.

"I didn’t—"

"You tried."

"I was just—"

"You wrote a memo to your system and tried to slip it under the GreedNet firewall."

"I was checking the fiscal damage reports on the soul-bond derivatives!"

"It was insane," Mira said coldly.

She finally looked at him then.

And yeah.

There it was.

That tight, controlled fury.

The kind that didn’t come from anger.

It came from worry.

Lux went quiet.

He hated that look on her. That sharpness under the surface. Like her heart was clenched in a vice but her face wouldn’t show it unless forced.

She reached out.

Not roughly.

She touched his wrist. Just barely.

"You almost died," she said. "And then you started working."

"I didn’t almost die," he murmured.

"You coded an entire firewall with a collapsed neural system and bled on your own system seal," she whispered. Finger touched his lips gently.

"It was efficient," he tried.

"It was stupid."

He sighed and stared at the ceiling.

The sheets under him were too soft. The ropes were too tight. His skin buzzed with mana from the acupuncture, and the soup was making his stomach too warm.

"I’m a Greed demon," he muttered. "We don’t do healing. We do high-risk trading, bloodline debts, and war bonds."

"You’re also part Lust," Mira said quietly. "You do intimacy. But you use it to distract. Not recover."

He blinked.

Then frowned.

"That’s unfair. You know too much. I can’t lie."

She slid another needle in, right along the shoulder joint.

He groaned.

"I call it accurate." she said.

[System Notification]

[Nerve Response: +2%]

[Current Recovery: 88%]

[Alert: Sudden Stimulation Detected – Mana Flow Rebalanced]

Lux groaned. "You realize if I hit ninety while still tied up I’m going to have a breakdown."

"I’ll allow it," Mira said. "You’re overdue for one."

"I could just send one note to the system. Just a memo."

"No."

"It’s a light memo."

"No."

"Five bullet points—"

"No."

"I’ll use a template!"

Mira stabbed another needle into his thigh.

"NGH—!"

"No."

Lux glared at the ceiling. "I’m going to file a formal complaint."

"With who?"

"Myself."

"You’re tied up."

"I’ll remember this. I will tie you up someday."

"I hope you do."

Silence.

He huffed.

She reached for another needle.

"...Where’s this one going?"

Mira smirked.

Lux narrowed his eyes. "Mira."

She didn’t answer.

The needle slid down.

Somewhere very close to...

"Okay, okay, OKAY! Can we at least negotiate the duration of the tie-up?!"

"That’s Sira’s problem, not mine."

"Mira!"

She leaned in slightly, her breath warm against his ear.

"You promised you wouldn’t lie to me."

Lux stilled.

She stayed close.

"You said you wouldn’t push too far again. That you’d stop." Her voice was low now. Soft. Sharp. "But you didn’t."

He didn’t speak.

He closed his eyes.

"I can’t not plan," he whispered.

"I know."

She leaned back.

"But that’s why we tied you up."

He sighed.

"Mira."

"What?"

"...I’m hard."

She stared at him.

Slowly.

Then to his below. And yes, his shaft stood like a soldier.

Lux tilted his head just enough to smirk. "Accidentally. You’ve been touching me with golden needles for twenty minutes. That’s foreplay in certain cultures."

She groaned. "You’re unbelievable."

"You keep saying that."

"Because it keeps being true!"

He laughed. It hurt a little. But it was real.

[System Notification]

[Nerve Response: +3%]

[Current Recovery: 91%]

[Status: Sexual Stimulation Detected – No Disruption to Healing Path]

Mira raised a brow.

Lux noticed it.

"I swear, that wasn’t a request," he said.

"You sure?" she murmured.

He looked up at her.

And yeah. He wasn’t sure.

Because she was flushed now. Her breath shallow. Her eyes lingering just a little too long on his abs. On the ropes.

"Mira..."