Harem Startup : The Demon Billionaire is on Vacation-Chapter 721: That’s Not How Worry Works

Chapter 721 – That’s Not How Worry Works

Fiera choked.

Actually choked.

Champagne almost came out of her nose.

Her mind, unhelpful, vivid, malicious, supplied an entire scene she absolutely did not need.

Lux tied up.

Shirt off.

Those abs.

Those arms restrained.

Girls taking turns straddling him... milking him until he dried.

She slammed her glass down on the table before it slipped.

He looked at her.

"You okay?" he asked mildly. "You look red."

"I AM FINE."

Her voice cracked.

She cleared her throat immediately.

"I’m fine," she repeated, much lower.

He tilted his head slightly, studying her face.

"...Interesting reaction."

"You just said you were tied up for a week!" she hissed.

"Yes."

Her ears flattened.

"Why?!"

"Long story."

"Lux."

He sighed lightly.

"They were worried."

"...So they tied you up?"

"Yes."

"That’s not how worry works."

"It worked for them."

Her brain tried to process that.

"You’re telling me," she said slowly, "you were restrained on a bed... for a week."

"Yes."

"And you just... allowed that."

"Not really. But yeah, they got some points. And half of me kinda agreed with them."

"Why?" She tried to get some logic.

He gave her a lazy, slightly amused look.

"I told you. Because they were worried."

Her tail nearly smacked the couch in frustration since she found no logic at all.

"That’s not an answer!"

He leaned back again, clearly entertained.

"I’m serious. They were worried," he explained calmly. "So they overcorrected."

"And that involved rope?"

"Yes."

She covered her face with one hand.

"This is insane."

"You asked."

"I didn’t ask for that level of detail!" Her face was getting redder.

He raised a brow.

"I spared you details."

Her mind screamed.

’You spared me details?!’

She looked at him again.

Calm.

Unbothered.

Like being tied up by multiple women was a weekly scheduling inconvenience.

"...You weren’t... upset?" she asked weakly.

He considered that.

"Not particularly."

Her chest felt tight for reasons she didn’t want to examine too closely.

"You’re telling me," she said carefully, "you’re avoiding going home because they might tie you up again. And that’s... a bad thing?"

He shrugged lightly.

"Not bad. Just inconvenient."

"Inconvenient."

She almost laughed hysterically.

"You own a bank, three media companies, and a VR studio," she said. "And your biggest threat right now is being tied to a bed."

He smiled faintly.

"Correct."

Her crush on him did not appreciate this new information.

It made things worse.

Because now her brain had more images of him restrained...

Stop. Stop thinking.

She grabbed her drink and downed the rest in one go.

Lux blinked.

"...You’re drinking fast."

"I need it." Her brain went into error.

He chuckled softly.

"You know," she muttered, avoiding his gaze, "most men brag about sleeping around. You brag about not being ridden."

He laughed again.

"I wasn’t bragging."

"You literally said ’shame no one rode me.’"

"That was observational."

Her ears were burning.

Her tail wrapped around her leg in self-defense.

"Why are you telling me this?" she demanded.

He looked at her calmly.

"Because you asked why I’m here."

"That doesn’t require rope trauma!" she cried.

He smiled slightly.

"Rope trauma?"

She groaned.

"You are impossible."

He studied her again, eyes softer this time.

"You’re thinking too much," he said.

"I am absolutely not."

"You are."

She glared at him.

"I am simply reacting to inappropriate information."

He leaned slightly closer.

"Your heart rate spiked," he teased.

Her breath caught.

"...What?"

"You flushed at the ears," he teased again.

Her entire face went hot.

"I did not."

"You did."

She turned her head away instantly.

"Stop analyzing me."

He chuckled quietly.

"You’re cute when flustered."

Her brain shut down.

"W-What."

He leaned back again like he hadn’t just dropped that sentence casually into the universe.

"I said," he repeated, "you’re cute when flustered."

She stared at him. Her feelings, which she had been very carefully managing internally, exploded violently.

"...You’re drunk," she said weakly.

"No."

"Then stop saying things like that."

"Why?"

"Because I—"

She stopped herself.

’Because I what?’

’Because I like you?’

Nope. Abort.

"Because you’re impossible," she finished lamely.

He watched her for a long moment.

Then smirked faintly.

"Noted."

She grabbed the bottle and poured herself more champagne without asking.

This man was dangerous.

Not because of money.

Not because of power.

But because he said things like that...

And then looked at her like he already knew what she was thinking.

Fiera told herself she was composed.

She was not composed.

She was sitting in a velvet-lit private lounge, slightly tipsy, heart racing, staring at a half-unbuttoned billionaire with abs that should honestly be regulated by law.

And then...

He smirked.

And leaned a little closer.

"...Still thinking of me on the ropes?" he asked casually.

Her brain shut down.

"NO," she answered way too fast.

Way. Too. Fast.

Silence.

Lux raised one brow.

"...That was immediate."

Her face burned so hot she was surprised steam wasn’t rising from her ears.

"I said no," she repeated, trying to sound normal.

She did not sound normal.

He leaned back slightly, smirk widening just a fraction.

"Really?" he murmured. "That’s a shame."

Her tail thumped against the couch in panic.

"Mira, Ely, and Rava are your friends, right?" he continued conversationally. "They kind of like to play around with me."

Fiera swallowed.

"Yes. I am painfully aware."

He chuckled.

"That’s why I need to be careful with you," she said quickly, trying to regain ground. "No normal person could take a bunch of ladies to live together with him in less than a month."

He tilted his head slightly.

"I’m not a regular guy."

She deadpanned instantly.

"What, are you going to say you’re some underworld CFO?" 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

He looked amused.

"Ely told me about that before she suddenly moved into your mansion," Fiera added. "You know. That mysterious finance empire nonsense."

He chuckled again, low and smooth.

"I see," he said. "You don’t believe me."

She crossed her arms.

"Lux. You run funerals. You are not some shadow king."

He poured more wine into his glass, then refilled hers too.

"But it’s fine," he said casually. "I don’t mind."

He took a slow sip, finishing the glass in one steady motion.

Fiera tried not to stare.

She failed.

The shirt was still slightly open.

The dim lighting did absolutely nothing to hide the clean lines of muscle.

Her brain betrayed her again.

Stop. STOP.

She pressed her lips together and looked away.

She kind of understood now.

Why Mira had that smug glow.

Why Ely suddenly disappeared into that mansion like she’d found treasure.

Why Rava refused to elaborate and just said, "You’ll get it one day."

She was starting to get it.

And that was dangerous.