Harem Startup : The Demon Billionaire is on Vacation-Chapter 380: Weaponized Softness Like Other Demons Wielded Blades

Chapter 380: Weaponized Softness Like Other Demons Wielded Blades

Chapter 380 – Weaponized Softness Like Other Demons Wielded Blades

He was good. Too good. Naomi’s chest tightened, not just from arousal but from the weight of it—the way he made it sound like he wasn’t seducing her, but begging her. As if he’d fall apart without her answer.

"You’re not innocent," she hissed, though her fingers dug into his shoulders like she couldn’t let him go.

"I am with you," he lied sweetly.

She knew it.

She knew it!

But damn him, she wanted to believe anyway.

He guided himself to her, the thick head pressing against her entrance. She gasped, her body already trembling around his fingers still moving inside her. He withdrew them, slick and slow, then replaced them with something so much more.

"Lux..."

"Shh." He kissed her, soft. Almost tender. "Just feel me."

And then—he pushed in.

Naomi’s mouth fell open against his, a strangled moan catching in her throat as he stretched her, filled her. Every greedy inch, deeper and deeper, until her body clutched him like it had been waiting all day for this.

"Gods—" she gasped.

"Say my name," he whispered, his forehead pressed to hers, his expression full of that fake-boyish need that made her want to scream.

"Lux—ahh—"

"That’s it," he groaned, sliding deeper, until he was fully seated inside her. His cock pulsed thick and heavy within her, and he let out a shaky breath that almost sounded grateful. "You feel so good, Naomi. You always do..."

Her nails raked down his back, and her lips trembled as she kissed him again—harder, hungrier. She moaned into his mouth, her voice muffled as he swallowed every sound.

He started moving. Slow. Torturously slow. His hips rolled against hers, dragging every inch out before sinking back inside, hitting deep, making her legs wrap tight around him.

"You’re mine," he whispered, though his tone was all trembling sweetness, like he was the one being undone. "Only mine."

"Lux—"

"Ah," he groaned, his thrusts a little harder now, his lips pressing frantic kisses against her jaw, her throat, her lips again. "Heal me, Naomi. Heal me."

But that smile.

That smirk.

It gave him away.

It was like he was saying, ’this is my favorite part.’

Like he was savoring the game itself—this damned manipulation he wielded like another weapon.

Naomi’s chest tightened, because she knew it was a lie. Not the words, not exactly—but the pose. The play.

He wasn’t weak.

He wasn’t breaking.

He wasn’t some boy begging for scraps of affection.

He was Lux Vaelthorn.

CFO of Hell. Son of Greed and Lust. A man who weaponized softness like other demons wielded blades.

It wasn’t role play.

Not really.

It was something twisted—more dangerous than that.

Because his body told the truth: the hard, relentless thrusts, the way he owned her with every deep, greedy inch. His hands were firm, his control absolute.

But his voice? His eyes? His whispered pleas?

They spun a different story. A mask.

The powerful man pretending to be weak.

The predator pretending to need saving.

And Naomi’s heart clenched because she knew exactly what it was.

A lie.

A play.

A manipulation.

And she still couldn’t stop herself from loving him for it.

Naomi’s head spun. Every nerve lit up from his pace, his heat, the way his cock filled her so completely she thought she’d break. And then those words—those damn words—stripped her bare.

"Ah... Lux. You’re not hurt. Stop with that lie," she panted, though her voice cracked as he pressed even deeper.

"My heart is," he murmured, biting her ear gently before pulling back just enough to meet her eyes. His smirk lingered there, playful, wicked. But beneath it? That glint of sincerity. "Only you can fix it."

Naomi whimpered. Her body clenched around him at his words, betraying her.

"You’re weaponizing it," she whispered, almost accusing.

He smiled, kissing her softly, gently, as his hips began to thrust faster, harder, splashing water against the marble sides of the tub.

"Maybe," he breathed. "But I still mean it."

And help her—she believed him.

Her moans broke against his lips, loud and shameless, each thrust pulling her higher. His hand gripped her breast again, teasing her nipple, while his other slid down to hold her hip, anchoring her as he moved inside her with a rhythm that was both relentless and tender.

Every time she looked into his eyes, she saw both sides of him: the incubus prince, smirking, dangerous, manipulative... and the boy beneath, begging, needing, desperate for her love like it was the only currency he couldn’t counterfeit.

And both of them were hers.

"Lux—I—"

"Say it," he groaned, kissing her hard, tongue sliding against hers as his thrusts grew rougher, water sloshing around them. "Say you will heal me."

Her body broke first. Pleasure surged, her walls tightening, her cry muffled by his mouth as she clung to him.

And when she shattered, he whispered it again, against her lips, against her moans.

"Say it..."

Naomi’s tears pricked her eyes. Her heart raced. Her voice cracked.

"I will heal you, Lux!"

He groaned, long and deep, slamming into her with a shudder. His lips curved into that smirk even as his eyes shone with something rawer. He kissed her again, swallowing her words, her confession, her climax.

And as he thrust her through the aftershocks, holding her like she was the only thing left in the world—Naomi realized the truth.

Lux was dangerous. Manipulative. Greedy.

But when he looked at her like this—like she was his salvation—she didn’t care.

Because she loved him.

And damn her—she always would.

Naomi was still clinging to him, her nails raking his back, panting raggedly into his ear. Her whole body shook from the aftershocks of release, but it wasn’t just the orgasm making her tremble—it was the way she could still feel him inside her. Thick. Hot. Full. His load had spilled deep, warm and heavy, and she swore her body welcomed it, clutched at it.

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