Harem Startup : The Demon Billionaire is on Vacation-Chapter 690: The Perfect Prince

Chapter 690 – The Perfect Prince

The room was ruined.

Velvet sheets tossed and crumpled. Pillows cast to the floor, one torn open with stuffing leaking like snowfall.

The air? Thick. Suffocating in the best way. Steamed up from sweat and sex and demon heat. If someone opened the door right now, they’d faint from the raw musk of it.

Lux lay in the center like a fallen god. Still hard. Still breathing like a beast.

His wings? Half-folded now, twitching with leftover tremors.

His tail lazily curled around one thigh like a snake who’d just fed and was too satisfied to strike again.

He didn’t speak.

Didn’t need to.

Something... had shifted.

It wasn’t just the post-orgasm calm. No. This was deeper. Like a cord inside him had finally untangled. Like the noise in his head, the voices, the calculations, the risk assessments, the market fluctuations, the war charts and family trees, finally shut the fuck up for once.

Just silence.

Just... stillness.

And in that stillness? He could finally think.

Not just respond. Not just react to threats and schemes and betrayals.

He thought.

His mind felt... clean.

Clear.

He could see it. The path.

The pressure that had been coiled so tight around his core, the one that clenched the moment he realized Kaelmor might betray him, that his king, might see him as the next Zoltarin, lightened. Just enough to breathe.

Not disappear.

But loosened.

He chuckled under his breath.

Of course. Of course, if he made a move for Kaelmor’s throne, the king would feel it. Would sniff it out like a beast, see Lux as a threat, mark him as enemy. No different than what happened to Zoltarin when he rose too fast.

No... If Lux wanted to win this game, he couldn’t challenge the throne.

He had to rise above it.

Not as a rival.

But as something untouchable.

Something that didn’t need a crown.

A king could be overthrown. But a god?

His lips parted in a slow, sinful grin.

’Become a Demon God...’ he thought.

Crazy.

Insane.

But not impossible.

And the best part?

He could do it without ever saying it out loud. Not to Kaelmor. Not to his girls. Not even to himself, technically.

He just needed power. More than Kaelmor. More than the king. While keeping the title of Greed.

A loyal son.

A perfect prince.

The perfect lie.

The only warning? That slight twitch in his chest. A whisper. A reminder.

This plan? It was crazier than Zoltarin’s.

He closed his eyes, just for a second.

And then...

Sira chuckled beside him, her voice husky and playful and hoarse from all the screaming. "Of course you needed that. You should’ve seen your frown when you came in."

Lux cracked one eye open. "Yeah..." He exhaled slow. "I could feel it. Even had a headache before. Now..." he winced, shifting. "Now the ache moved between my legs."

Lullaby groaned softly, face still buried half in a pillow, her voice dreamy and ruined. "You came like... what? Sixty times?"

"I lost count," he said. "I didn’t even try to count."

"Me neither," Sira chimed in, flopping fully onto his chest with a soft thump. Her tits smushed against him, her breath warm on his skin. "You just fucked us like we were your stress relief."

Lux grinned, arm lazily wrapping around her back. "You were. You’re gonna walk funny tomorrow."

"You’re demons," Sira said.

"You’ll heal."

"Emotionally?" Lullaby asked, tilting her head to look at him with sleepy sass. "That’s gonna take years."

He laughed. For real. The deep, unfiltered kind that came from the gut and not the strategy boardroom.

Lullaby leaned over and kissed his shoulder. "Your aura’s stable again. Did you notice?"

"I did," he said.

"Meaning," she poked his side, "your mind’s clear again."

He nodded, silent for a moment.

They watched him.

Sira tilted her head. "You thinking about something?"

"I’m always thinking about something."

"You’re thinking too hard," she said. "We just got railed into another dimension and you’re already plotting again."

Lux turned his head. "It’s not plotting. It’s... possibilities."

"Oh no." Lullaby groaned. "He’s back in strategist mode."

"No," Lux whispered. "Not strategist. This one’s worse."

Sira narrowed her eyes. "Worse how?"

He didn’t answer.

Because he couldn’t.

Not yet.

If he said it out loud ’Demon God’ they’d panic. Or worse, they’d believe in it.

And then it wouldn’t be a secret anymore.

So instead, he just smiled. Lazy. Peaceful. The kind of grin that said ’I just came enough to kill a mortal and now I’m gonna eat grapes and destroy empires.’

Lullaby curled up beside him, arms draped over his stomach, her cheek warm against his ribs. "You’re glowing," she said softly.

He blinked. "What?"

"Like... really glowing. Your skin. Your aura. Your everything. It’s like you just absorbed sex as power and now you’re too content to be dangerous."

"I’m always dangerous," Lux muttered.

Sira laughed, kissing his jaw. "Sure. Keep telling yourself that, pretty boy."

Lullaby traced lazy circles over his chest, her fingers soft and warm.

Then Lux cleared his throat. "Anyway... dinner, anyone?"

Sira blinked. "Huh?"

"We skipped lunch."

Lullaby propped herself up slowly, her hair sticking to her cheek. "Wait. What time is it?"

"Evening," Lux said, casual. "Late morning to now. We were in here that long."

"Holy shit." Sira groaned, rolling onto her back, limbs limp. "You’re saying I screamed my lungs out for half a day?"

Lux smirked. "Don’t underestimate my sex appetite."

"Appetite?" Lullaby scoffed. "You devoured us."

"I regret nothing," Lux said, stretching like a cat. "But I’m starving now. Want to eat before I eat again?"

Sira raised a shaky hand. "I vote food. But..." She wiggled her legs, winced. "My thighs don’t work anymore."

"Same," Lullaby mumbled. "Lux, I can’t even summon my pillows."

He chuckled, sitting up with way too much ease for someone who came enough to flood a realm. "Fine, fine. I’ll have Lyra bring dinner here."

"Good," Sira said, throwing a pillow at him half-heartedly. "Because if I stand, I might fall and break something."

Lux caught the pillow one-handed. "Can’t have my toys breaking."

Lullaby smiled faintly, curling up again. "Thanks for ruining us."

He leaned back with a contented sigh, eyes drifting to the ceiling. "You’re welcome."