Harem Startup : The Demon Billionaire is on Vacation-Chapter 630: You’re Lucky I Don’t Have Any Moral Compass Left for This
Chapter 630 – You’re Lucky I Don’t Have Any Moral Compass Left for This
His limbs refused to move. His hair? A sexy disaster. And he was still in yesterday’s pants.
And not a single regret.
Except maybe the coffee.
"I want coffee..." Lux muttered like a dying CEO, dragging one hand to his face. "Preferably poured directly into my soul."
He didn’t get up. Just... groaned again. Huffed into the pillow like it owed him money.
His brain started doing that thing. Listing. Prioritizing.
Vacation goals.
Right. Vacation.
Step one: Eat.
Step two: Rest.
Step three: Do absolutely nothing productive and maybe get spoiled rotten again.
Step four: Definitely not deal with assassins, warlords, celestial trade violations, or father-son drama.
He sighed, eyes still closed, chest rising and falling slowly. He hadn’t even reached "move a toe" level yet when...
Something changed.
A ripple.
A shimmer of slow-moving mana.
Sloth-coded.
Sleep-drenched.
Soft like a lullaby.
A swirl of dreamy magic brushed against his senses. Familiar. Comforting. Dangerous in a very cuddly trap kind of way.
He cracked one eye open. Barely.
A shadow floated through the air like a drowsy ribbon, curling, dipping, spinning in slow graceful spirals.
She drifted down.
Lullaby.
She floated in a sleeping position. Literally.
Limbs loose. Eyes shut. Oversized nightshirt slipping off one shoulder like some kind of softcore romance art. Her body gave off that low, dreamy heat, like she’d just rolled out of a midnight nap from the realm of eternal pillows.
She didn’t even land properly.
Just floomp~ right beside him.
Then she scooted.
Then she hugged.
Hard.
Lux blinked. "Lullaby?"
No answer.
Just a content noise. A sigh. A breath. And then...
"Don’t go, bunny..." she muttered into his chest.
Lux froze. Then smiled. His hand lifted instinctively to brush her hair.
Long. Silky. Smelled like dreamfruit and whatever spell she’d been half-sleep-casting on herself.
"I’m not a bunny," Lux murmured.
She hummed. Still asleep.
Then she hugged tighter. Pressed her cheek to his pec. Warm. Soft. Real.
"Bunny..." she whispered again. "Sexy bunny..."
"Uh... Lulla..." Lux said slowly.
And then he felt it.
A shift.
Movement.
Wrong movement.
Her tail.
The cute little dream-coded one. Shadowy. Soft.
That one.
Slipping past the waistband of his pants.
And going straight for his cock.
Lux’s brain rebooted.
"What in the quarter crisis—" he muttered.
The tail moved again. Gentle. Curious. Wrapping around him like a sleepy snake exploring a warm blanket.
"Bunny..." she breathed, her voice sugary with sleep magic. "I want bunny for me..."
"Lulla," Lux said, voice cracking with disbelief and dawning horror. "You’re sleep-fondling me."
No response.
Just a giggle.
Then the tail tightened slightly. Like a sleepy squeeze.
Lux bit back a groan. His body reacted, of course it did. He was an incubus. An exhausted, half-horny, soft-bodied incubus who had not expected to be surprise tailed by a cuddle mage this early in the day.
"System," he hissed, trying to stay still. "Give me a proximity scan. Is she awake?"
[Brainwave scan inconclusive. Subject is 72% asleep. Magic field stable. Tail response is subconscious.]
"Subconscious my ass," Lux muttered. "That tail is too accurate."
The pressure increased. Slightly. Just enough.
Lux’s breath hitched. His hips twitched.
She mumbled something again.
"Mine..."
Okay. That was definitely a possessive sloth dream mage trying to mount him in her sleep.
"I swear to stocks and sin..." Lux gritted his teeth. "If she strokes me before I get coffee—"
Another gentle squeeze.
His cock throbbed.
He groaned. Quietly. To himself.
"...I’m gonna f*ck her out till her legs turn into jelly."
His hand reached down, gently tried to guide the tail away. Failed. It wiggled.
She squirmed. Pressed her body tighter to his. Warm skin. Bare thighs. Her nightshirt riding up as she unconsciously curled over him like a sleepy octopus.
Lux groaned into the sheets. "You are lucky you’re cute. You’re lucky I like you. You’re lucky I don’t have any moral compass left for this."
He swallowed.
Then whispered, "Lullaby. Baby. Bunny thief."
She didn’t respond.
But the tail pulsed with slow, warm mana.
[Slothline Claiming Ritual Detected.]
[Warning: Consent unclear. Subject may be sleep-casting.]
He deadpanned to the ceiling. "This is how the stock market crashes. Because the CFO gets tail-fucked in his own bed by a sleeping cuddle wizard."
He let his head drop back to the pillow.
And sighed.
"...Fine. Five minutes," he muttered. "But only five. Then I’m getting coffee."
Yeah.
Five minutes.
Because he had nothing to do right now. No alarms, no contracts, no crises.
And because his body and his incubus instincts looked at each other, high-fived, and yelled in unison ’Hell yeah, we’re doing this.’
Meanwhile, his Greed instinct?
It crossed its arms. Shook its head. Looked at him like a disappointed economist.
’This is inefficient. This is temptation. This is not optimal performance.’
But Lullaby’s tail had other ideas.
Oh, it was getting delicious.
It moved with that lazy, hypnotic grace only a Sloth-line demon could master, coiling around the base of his cock with just enough pressure to make him gasp into the pillow, then curling up to tease the tip, soft flicks like kisses from a velvet ribbon.
And then, because clearly the universe wanted him broken before breakfast, the tail dipped lower.
Wrapped around his balls.
Gentle. Warm. Magic-laced.
Lux bit the pillow.
Literally bit it.
His hips arched. His breath stuttered. His brain short-circuited.
"Okay, this is illegal," he growled into the sheets. "This is market manipulation."
Five minutes turned into ten.
And by then?
He was hard.
Throbbing.
Leaking.
Helpless.
And Lullaby?
Still humming softly in her sleep. Cheek pressed to his chest. One leg thrown over his hip. Her lips curled into a dreamy smile like she was having the best cuddle nap of her life.
And her tail?
Hadn’t. Moved. An. Inch.
Lux was not okay.
[Arousal Level 97%]
[Incubus Response – Fully Engaged]
[Forecast – You are absolutely not getting coffee anytime soon.]
Lux groaned into the pillow, every muscle coiled and aching in the worst, most delicious way.
"F*ck coffee..." he muttered, jaw tight, voice rough with frustration. "I need s*x... Now."
And yeah. That wasn’t a request.
