Harem Startup : The Demon Billionaire is on Vacation-Chapter 375: Raised by Wolves
Chapter 375 – Raised by Wolves
"Do you know how crazy this is?" she murmured. "Me. You. This whole mansion full of women who adore you. And me, walking straight into it like I’m not setting myself up for a five-act heartbreak."
Lux tilted his head. "You think this ends with heartbreak?"
"I think you’re dangerous."
"I think you like danger."
"I think," she whispered, "I’m going to ruin my reputation."
He didn’t flinch.
"Only if you lose."
"And what if I win?"
His eyes glinted.
"Then I’m already yours," he said.
And there it was.
The line.
That damn line.
So smooth. So devilishly sincere. It made her knees tingle and her brain itch.
Mira inhaled through her nose. Her fingers flexed, just a bit.
She could kiss him right now.
Should kiss him.
Would kiss him—
But she didn’t.
Not yet.
She stepped back. Smirked. "I’m going to unpack."
"Of course."
"Oh—and if you touch my special tea blends, I’ll incinerate your d*ck."
Lux laughed. "Noted."
She paused at the door.
Then, over her shoulder—voice soft but sharp.
"And Lux?"
"Yes?"
"This mansion’s mine now too."
He smiled.
"Welcome home, Mira. I will see you at dinner. I also have a few new guests."
Mira blinked, pausing mid-turn.
She slowly pivoted back, her brows arching like the price of mana crystals during a post-war recession.
"New guests?" Her voice was casual. Too casual. "All women?"
Lux’s smile didn’t change. Just deepened. Smoothed like fine wine over a blade.
"One of them is from down there," he said, tilting his head slightly. "Sloth. Royal breed. My kin."
Then he exhaled, almost like the next one was harder to explain.
"The other... I found her on the streets."
Mira tilted her head.
"You just... picked up a homeless girl?"
"I didn’t plan to," Lux replied, shrugging. "I thought I just crashed my car into her."
Her lips parted in disbelief. "You—what?"
"She was on the road," he said plainly. "I stopped. Took her in. Gave her food. And then I found out—"
Mira crossed her arms. "Let me guess. Tragic backstory. No place to go. Big, wet eyes. Soft sobbing in moonlight?"
"...Close."
She rolled her eyes but didn’t interrupt.
"Her name is Ariel," Lux said. "Ariel Delmar. She’s a mermaid. Turns out she was kicked out of her family. Or maybe... dumped."
Mira’s gaze sharpened instantly.
"Delmar?" she repeated.
"Yeah."
She stepped closer, something dangerous flickering in her eyes. "Delmar is Siren lineage. Not mermaid. That family is full of manipulators, Lux."
"I know. But she’s different. Not a siren. A real mermaid. She got kidnapped when she was a baby. Apparently, from Avariel."
Mira’s brain ticked through her archive of scandals.
"Ah," she muttered. "So a stolen child raised by wolves. Or in this case, sirens."
"More or less."
She stared at him for a long beat. "So you just... decided to help her?"
"I did."
Mira exhaled. A slow, knowing breath. Her smile curved—sweet, dangerous, laced with amusement and something darker underneath.
"How kind of you~"
She leaned in, one step at a time, until her chest grazed his. Her perfume was dragonflower and honeysilk—expensive, rare, and subtle enough to demand attention without begging for it.
She looked up at him, lips close, heat in her gaze.
"I still need to hoard you into my room tonight," she murmured, fingers brushing his lapel. "It’s only fair. After all... I need to know if this CFO is not just all talk—but has bite."
Lux didn’t step back. Didn’t blink.
"My pleasure," he said with all the weight of a promissory note signed in blood. "You’ll see me in my best."
"Good," Mira purred. "Because I won’t accept a soft-close."
He smirked. "I’ve never given one."
Her eyes gleamed. Then she pulled away, leaving the ghost of her body heat in the air like an unpaid bill.
"I’ll get my servants to finish moving things in," she said. "We’ll talk again later. Especially..."
Her eyes narrowed.
"...about Delmar."
Lux tilted his head. "You know about them?"
"A bit." She walked slowly toward the hallway, voice trailing like silk across skin. "They’ve sold a lot of pearls lately. Special pearls."
Lux raised a brow. "Black market?"
"Worse," she replied. "Enchanted ones. Rare. Primal-infused. Raw spell-conductive properties. Sirens shouldn’t be able to get those."
"But they did."
Mira stopped. Glanced over her shoulder.
"Exactly."
Lux’s smirk faded.
And Mira felt it.
The shift.
The atmospheric pressure drop in the room.
Like a financial hurricane spinning itself into formation.
He wasn’t angry.
No.
Not obviously.
But his gaze... sharpened.
Something behind his eyes flickered—like rows of numbers collapsing. Interest rates plummeting. Wealth indexes freezing over. Like a central bank had just defaulted. And Lux?
Lux had just been handed the audit.
Mira felt it crawl across her skin.
The change.
The incubus prince of Greed stopped smiling like a gentleman.
And started smiling like a credit god preparing a hostile takeover.
She gasped—internally, of course.
Because that glint in his eyes?
She’d seen it once.
On her father’s face.
Right before he stripped an imperial contractor of his titles and land using nothing but a single clause in a forgotten debt contract.
It was the look of someone who didn’t just punish.
They ruined.
Lux Vaelthorn, CFO of Hell, was already running a liquidation plan in his head.
And Mira...
Mira Xianlong was very, very turned on.
She cleared her throat and tried not to let it show. Emphasized on that ’tried’ word.
Because gods damn it.
She liked power.
She craved competence.
And that look?
That was financial dominance incarnate.
It made her thighs tense and her logic circuits spiral.
Lux’s voice dropped into velvet.
"I think," he said, "we’ll have a very productive dinner."
"Oh?" she breathed.
"Yes," he replied smoothly. "And if what you’re implying is true about Delmar’s pearl supply..."
His fingers tapped a rhythm against his thigh—like a ticking countdown before a market crash.
"...then someone’s about to get margin called into oblivion."
Mira swallowed.
Gods above.
She was so screwed.
And she loved it.
