Harem Startup : The Demon Billionaire is on Vacation-Chapter 719: Hard to Handle

Valen's breath steadied.

Aria continued her slow dance in his lap, silk brushing skin, hands roaming across sculpted chest and abs.

He let them explore.

He even leaned back slightly to give them access.

And somehow…

That restraint made the air hotter than anything else.

Aria could feel it.

The rule.

The boundary.

The quiet "no" that didn't sound weak, just final.

It turned the whole performance into something sharper.

Valen slid her hand slowly along Lux's chest again, fingers grazing the edge of his open shirt. Aria kept her rhythm steady, hips rolling in deliberate circles against him. The bass thumped low and heavy.

Then…

A loud crash from the next room.

All three of them paused for half a second.

Another sound followed. Glass shattering. Someone shouting. Not playful shouting. Angry.

Aria glanced toward the wall.

"That… isn't part of the playlist."

Lux frowned faintly. "Is that normal?"

Valen tilted her head, listening. Another muffled thud. Something heavy dragged across the floor.

"…Not usually," she admitted. "Sometimes it happens. Some guests are… hard to handle."

Aria snorted softly. "Rich and drunk is a dangerous combo."

Lux leaned back slightly, eyes narrowing toward the soundproof wall. "I see. They surely had a bad day."

Another crash.

This one louder.

It sounded like a tray falling. Then a chorus of raised voices.

Valen tried to smooth the tension by sliding her hand lower again, fingers tracing the outline beneath his trousers in a slow, teasing press.

"Or…" she purred lightly, "we can escalate this~"

Aria smirked and shifted her body, letting her silk top fall even looser as she leaned down close to his ear. "Distractions are what we're good at."

They had given him everything.

Precision.

Skin.

Contact.

The subtle press of his cock beneath her thighs.

And still…

He didn't budge.

He looked interested.

But also… somewhere else.

Like half his mind was still in a boardroom or a battlefield.

It was weird.

But also kind of fascinating.

More money slid from his hand again. Another effortless stack on the table.

Valen's internal calculator ticked.

Okay.

Still worth it.

The noise next door escalated.

Now it wasn't just crashing. It sounded like multiple voices. A scuffle. Furniture scraping.

Aria's rhythm slowed.

"…That's getting worse."

Another sharp crack.

Then something heavy hit what sounded like the hallway.

Lux's gaze shifted fully to the door now.

The private room had a narrow glass panel facing the corridor. Subtle, tinted.

He leaned slightly to the side, eyes focusing past the red lighting.

Valen followed his line of sight.

Two security-looking men were dragging someone down the hall.

Not club security.

Different build.

Different uniform.

Too coordinated.

And the person they were dragging…

A fox demi-human girl.

Auburn ears flattened against her head.

Tail lashing weakly.

Her arms were restrained.

Aria blinked. "…That doesn't look like a regular escort removal."

Another figure followed behind them.

Also fox.

This one walking on her own.

Tired.

Irritated.

Eyes sharp.

And then…

The second fox girl looked up.

Locked eyes through the tinted glass.

With Lux.

Time paused for half a second.

Lux muttered under his breath.

"…Fiera?"

The fox girl's steps faltered.

She said something to one of the security men, sharp and quick.

Then she broke away from them.

And walked straight toward Lux's door.

Aria glanced at Valen.

"…Do you know her?"

Valen shook her head slowly.

The door opened.

Fiera stepped in without waiting for permission.

Her eyes scanned the room.

Lux. Half unbuttoned. Two dancers close. Money everywhere.

"…Lux," she said flatly. "You are here."

He didn't look embarrassed.

Didn't scramble.

He simply gestured casually toward the couch beside him.

"Join me."

Aria blinked.

Well.

That was… new.

Fiera's gaze slid to the two dancers.

"…You look like you're enjoying yourself."

Lux reached into his inner pocket again.

Two thick stacks of money appeared between his fingers like it was nothing.

He handed one to Aria.

One to Valen.

"I think that's all for today," he said evenly. "Collect the rest of your money and leave."

Valen hesitated, fingertips brushing his chest once more. "You sure you don't want more?"

Her voice was playful.

But curious.

Lux's gaze sharpened just a little.

"No. Leave."

Not harsh.

Just firm.

Aria and Valen exchanged a glance.

That was their cue.

They stood, gathering the scattered bills quickly and efficiently. Aria shot Fiera a small pout, exaggerated for effect.

Valen added, "You interrupted a very profitable session."

Fiera's ears twitched.

"He didn't ask you to stay," she replied coolly.

Ooooh.

Spicy.

Aria was annoyed internally but didn't push it. They had already made a killing tonight.

As they exited, Valen glanced back once.

Lux was already pouring another drink.

Like nothing had happened.

The door closed behind them.

Silence returned.

Well.

Mostly.

Faint hallway commotion still lingered.

Lux patted the seat beside him.

"Sit."

Fiera hesitated.

Then she did.

He poured champagne into a clean flute and handed it to her.

She took it, sniffed it briefly, then sipped.

"…Do Mira and the others know you are here?"

Lux leaned back, one arm stretching across the couch behind her.

"No."

She raised a brow. "Bold."

"I came here," he said calmly, "to make myself think straight."

Fiera glanced around the velvet-lit room.

"With lap dancers?"

He shrugged lightly. "Efficient stress reduction."

She stared at him for a long second, then huffed. "You are ridiculous."

Lux poured her another drink, the champagne fizzing softly in the crystal flute. He handed it over without looking at her, gaze drifting briefly toward the tinted hallway glass again.

"They were only after your money," Fiera said bluntly.

"I know," he replied calmly.

She blinked. "That doesn't bother you?"

He leaned back, fingers tapping lightly against the rim of his wine glass. "That's the turn off."

Fiera tilted her head.

"I let them touch," he continued casually. "That wasn't the issue." He adjusted his half-open shirt slightly, not bothering to button it back up. "But I can't throw away the awareness that I'm being used."

She took a slow sip.

"…You say that like it's a philosophical crime."