Harem Startup : The Demon Billionaire is on Vacation-Chapter 746: I’m Still Operating in Vacation Mode

Chapter 746 – I’m Still Operating in Vacation Mode

He reached for his tea this time.

Fine.

Tea.

Jasmine. Honey. Slight bitterness at the back.

Anyway.

"I’ve prepared myself," he said casually, as if he was talking about quarterly projections and not potential assassination politics. "So don’t worry."

Six expressions told him that was not how worry worked.

"And the fact I’m still here," he continued, leaning back slightly in his chair, "means I’m still operating in vacation mode."

Naomi blinked. "Vacation mode?" Her voice made it sound like disbelief rather than a question.

"Yes." He gestured vaguely. "I appreciate life. S*x. Solo. Threesome. Orgy. Balance."

The entire table stared at him.

Naomi pinched the bridge of her nose.

"Lux..."

He lifted a finger. "Before you say it."

"You can’t keep running away with sex," Rava commented.

He sighed dramatically. "That is incorrect."

She stared at him.

He straightened in his seat, adopting mock-lecture posture.

"I am a CFO. I am also an incubus."

Sira groaned quietly. Yeah, she knew where this would go.

"And I can level up through intimacy," he added.

Rava raised an eyebrow.

Mira massaged her temple.

Lux spread his hands. A confident smile on his lips. "If I grow stronger, I increase survivability metrics. More power. More durability. More stamina," he announced.

Naomi deadpanned. "You’re calling sex a stat investment."

"It is."

Mira crossed her arms.

"You are unbelievable."

He huffed.

"Win-win solution."

Lullaby tilted her head sleepily.

"So we are... training?"

Lux grinned faintly.

"Exactly."

Naomi looked at the ceiling like she was asking the universe for patience.

"Lux."

"Hm?"

"You almost died."

"Yeah, but not really."

"And your coping strategy is to propose orgy training?" Again, it sounded more like disbelief than a question.

"It’s not coping," he defended himself.

"It absolutely is."

Naomi leaned forward, elbows on the table, eyes sharp. "You get stabbed by divine politics and your first instinct is to schedule intimacy like it’s a gym membership."

"It is conditioning," Lux shot back. "Strategic conditioning."

Rava tilted her head. "You’re horny and deflecting."

Lullaby nodded thoughtfully. "It sounds like coping."

He groaned.

He leaned back again, folding his arms.

"Well, sadly, it’s a weekday now."

That got him six sharp looks.

"You guys work. So... I guess, orgy needs to wait."

Sira’s expression shifted slightly.

Then she narrowed her eyes.

"A question."

Lux sighed inwardly.

Here we go.

"Does my father know the King summoned you?"

Lux blinked once.

"Yeah."

Sira leaned forward.

"Yeah?"

"He was there."

Silence.

"Wait," Sira said slowly. "My father was there."

"Yes."

"As the Pride Lord?"

"Uh-huh."

"Why was he there?"

Lux took a sip of tea.

"Because the King summoned high-tier stakeholders. Some of them."

Naomi blinked. "Stakeholders?"

He counted on his fingers. "My dad. My grandpa."

The room tilted slightly.

"And Lord Varakan."

Lullaby muttered, "Wrath."

The table went very still.

Sira’s aura flared faintly.

"So you stood in front of the King. With Greed. Pride. Lust. Wrath."

"Correct."

Lullaby raised her hand again slightly. "What about my dad?"

Lux turned to her and physically cringed. "No."

She blinked. "No?"

"You know we need more than a nuclear detonation to wake your dad unless he wants to wake. He is a Sloth."

She pouted faintly. "That’s rude."

"It’s accurate."

Rava snorted softly.

Sira was already half standing. "I need to meet my father."

Lux immediately caught her hand. "Sit."

Her aura flared again.

He met her eyes. "Sit."

She hesitated.

Then slowly sat back down.

"I know," he said more quietly. "You want answers."

"Yes."

"But the King might have already planted eyes in Pride’s household."

That made her pause.

"I know," she said, calmer now.

Lullaby was quiet now. Not pouting. Just thinking.

Lux glanced at her briefly.

He knew what she was thinking.

He softened slightly. "Keep your calm," he said gently.

Sira exhaled through her nose. "Fine."

Then Lux clapped his hands lightly.

"So."

Six heads turned.

"Since all is settled."

"It is not settled," Naomi muttered.

"Settled enough." He drained the rest of his tea and stood up. "Let me take a nice long bath."

The room blinked.

"That’s your conclusion," Sira said flatly. "You almost destabilized two realms."

"Yes. And now. I need a bath." He adjusted his cuffs slightly. "Well..." He glanced at them one by one, slowly. A smirk on his face. "Unless you want to have sex with me."

More silence.

Mira choked lightly on her tea.

Naomi stared at him in disbelief.

Lullaby blinked slowly.

Sira looked like she might throw something.

Rava’s lips twitched faintly.

Lux shrugged lightly.

"I also don’t mind if you join me in the shower."

The air shifted.

Subtle.

The worry didn’t disappear.

But something else slid in.

Heat.

Possessiveness.

Protectiveness with teeth.

Naomi shook her head. "You are shameless."

Lux only smiled. "Thank you."

He moved around the table slowly, unhurried, brushing past chairs and sunlight like he had not just discussed cross-realm assassination logistics over breakfast.

He leaned down first to Naomi. A quick kiss to her temple. She pretended not to soften.

Then Rava. He brushed his fingers along her jaw before pressing his lips lightly against hers.

Mira next. He bent just enough, their foreheads touching for half a second before a soft kiss.

Ely’s was gentle. A brush of lips, quiet, grounding.

Lullaby received a soft kiss to her hair, and she blinked sleepily at him like she might fall back asleep mid-worry.

Then Sira. She was still upright, still Pride incarnate, still holding that contained inferno.

He kissed her, then stopped.

"If you’re visiting your dad," he murmured, "don’t be mad. Make it look like you don’t already know everything."

Her eyes flickered. She understood instantly.

Politics before anger.

Always.

He straightened.

And vanished.

He reappeared in his bedroom without a sound.

Sunlight pooled across the floor.

He walked straight to the bathroom, unbuttoning his cuffs as he went.

The mirror caught him immediately.

He paused.

The burn marks were there.

Faint.

Thin scorch along the sleeve. Slight discoloration near the collar. A subtle shadow across the chest where energy had grazed too close.

He leaned closer to the mirror.

"In my opinion," he muttered, "this is subtle."

He ran a thumb across the faint mark.

Still visible.

He exhaled sharply.

"How do they see this?"

Women are terrifying.

And he had six of them.