Harem Startup : The Demon Billionaire is on Vacation-Chapter 548: Almost Dying isn’t Technically a Kill

Chapter 548 – Almost Dying isn’t Technically a Kill

Sira huffed from her seat beside the window. Her arms were folded, her boots up on the edge of the chair, totally unbothered by the tension or the mess. "Anyway, leave her to me."

Lux’s eyes narrowed. "Sira..."

"I won’t kill her," she said smoothly.

Pause.

Then she added, "I mean... almost dying isn’t technically a kill, right?"

Naomi coughed lightly. Mira raised her brows. Even Corvus paused in his loaf-mode on the backrest.

Lullaby gave a thumbs up like it was completely normal. "As expected of Sira."

Lux exhaled and swirled the milk again. "Yeah. Kinda. Just... don’t kill her. The upper realm’s audit system gets very twitchy about body counts."

"You don’t need to mention that," Sira muttered. "I read the last memo."

The room shifted a little. Mira kept sipping her tea with her usual relaxed poise, while Lullaby had curled up again like a sleepy kitten on the edge of Lux’s chair.

Then a polite knock.

One of the servants stepped in, bowing slightly.

"Sir Lux. Miss Vireleth has arrived. She requested to see you immediately."

"Ely?" Lux frowned. "Let her in. Wonder what got her here this early."

The door opened with a soft click. And then she walked in... Elyndra Vireleth.

She wore an asymmetrical navy dress that shimmered subtly. Her pale blonde hair was up in a loose knot that still looked like it belonged in a royal portrait. She stepped in a hurry. Eyes landed on Lux.

"Lux," she said, voice a mixture of concern and command. "I heard you were wounded. What happened to you?"

Lux stood automatically. Bad move.

The pull in his ribs made him wince. His body tensed. His hand twitched toward the wound along his side, right where the shirt stuck with dried blood.

Ely gasped.

Her eyes widened, first at the blood. Then at the state of him. His loose shirt, the bruises darkening beneath the collarbone, and then... the stain trailing down his thigh.

"What the hell—" she started, stepping closer.

The room went silent.

Ely’s brows lifted higher. Her gaze flicked to his shoulder, the dried marks on his back, and then the patch along his inner thigh.

She blinked.

And then turned sharply to face the rest of the women.

Mira, still holding her teacup, immediately raised her hand. "Before you say anything... we didn’t."

Ely’s face darkened. "What did you do to Lux?"

Rava scowled. "We were not involved in that."

Lullaby was already hiding behind her bunny plush, wide-eyed. "I’m innocent..."

Corvus opened his beak, paused, then shut it again. Yeah, Ely didn’t know he could speak.

Sira... smirked.

And then, slowly, leaned forward on her chair.

"I don’t know," she said, voice low and teasing. "You should ask Naomi."

Lux closed his eyes.

Oh no.

Sira kept going, her tone dripping smug delight. "She was with Lux all night. And maybe..." she tilted her head, "she just did something to him. You know~"

Ely froze. Her ears twitched.

Sira grinned wider. "He didn’t look like that last night."

Mira muttered, "Sira, you’re not helping."

Rava sighed. "At all."

But Sira just stretched her arms over her head, utterly pleased with herself.

Ely’s expression went pale, then red, then just... stunned.

Ely’s mind short-circuited.

One second she was looking at Lux’s torn shirt, the dried blood smudged around his abs, the faint nail marks trailing down his hip like a road map of sin... and the next, her brain connected the dots. Naomi. Sweet, composed, calm Naomi. Always so polite. Always with that school-counselor energy.

She imagined Lux, shirtless, arms tied to the bedpost with silken rope. Eyes half-lidded. Naomi kneeling above him in jet-black lace, hair down, pupils blown with intensity. A paddle in one hand. A glass of ice in the other. The words "bad boy" whispered with deadly calm.

Lux trying to protest.

Naomi placing one finger on his lips. "No talking during punishment."

Then...

Crack. Ice cube sliding down his chest. Fingernails raking across the shaft. Lux gritting his teeth as Naomi sat back on his thighs, smirking like a dungeon queen who just found her favorite toy.

Ely’s brain melted.

The vision was so vivid her ears rang. Her soul practically hovered above her body while her expression remained frozen in absolute disbelief.

"That can’t be Naomi," she muttered, eyes blank. "That’s... That’s a war crime in bed."

"I..." Ely swallowed. "I need to sit down."

"There’s tea," Mira offered casually.

Ely stumbled to a chair and sat down slowly, pressing her hand to her chest like she’d just walked into a demon playboy’s den.

Which, to be fair, she had.

Lux finally opened his eyes and rubbed his temple.

"I got stabbed," he said dryly.

They all looked at him.

"What?" Ely blinked.

He gestured to his side. "Not Naomi." 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

Sira fake-pouted.

"Thank you," Mira said. "For explaining your bloodstains aren’t from sex."

"I’m not," Sira added, grinning. "It’s more fun this way."

Lullaby poked her head up. "Wait, Lux, why didn’t you change your clothes then?"

He looked at her. Then looked down at himself.

Paused.

"...Because I forgot."

Ely stared at him like he just admitted to financial fraud in front of a camera.

"You forgot to change bloody, half-ripped clothes after being stabbed?!"

"I was drinking milk," he replied.

Mira burst into laughter.

Sira nearly choked.

Rava shook her head.

Ely rubbed her temple.

"I swear, if I didn’t know better, I’d think you were trying to give me a heart attack before I close the Feywild property deal."

"Too dramatic." He sipped his milk again. "I’m fine."

Lullaby leaned into his shoulder. "You’re bleeding again."

Lux looked down at the little spot of fresh red soaking into his shirt.

"Oh. Neat."

Ely stood up. "You need to go to the hospital."

"Nah, I will live. Join us," Lux said with a crooked grin. "How about some waffles?"

Sira whispered, "Or some bondage tea—"

"SIRA."

"Okay, fine. I will cut it out," Sira huffed. "Anyway, how do you know about Lux’s injury?"