Harem Startup : The Demon Billionaire is on Vacation

Chapter 772 – Lust Awakening

He pushed open the door.

Lyra, who had been preparing morning breakfast arrangements, turned.

She saw him.

Her hands froze mid-motion.

Her eyes widened.

She almost screamed.

His hair was a disaster.

His robe was shredded.

His neck was covered in bite marks.

His wings drooped.

His tail dragged like a corpse appendage.

His expression was pure "I have seen God and I punched Him."

Lux raised one finger.

Only one.

"Coffee," he croaked.

Lyra blinked.

"Sir...?"

"Strong one."

His voice was ragged.

He swallowed.

"Wait, two. I need it."

Lyra straightened instantly.

"Yes... right away, My Lord!"

Of course she obeyed.

She had seen Lux post-sex before.

Plenty of times.

But never like this.

Never with that hollow, shell-shocked stare.

Never with his robe hanging off like he got mugged by six lingerie models.

Never with an aura so fried it crackled like burnt circuits.

Lyra bowed deeply and sprinted toward the kitchen.

Lux paused.

One hand braced against a wall.

Someone inside him whispered something that sounded suspiciously like "You fool," but he ignored it.

Coffee first.

He inhaled deeply.

"Lyra."

She skidded to a stop.

"Yes, My Lord?"

"Also..." Lux rubbed his forehead. "Make a special breakfast. For the girls."

Lyra nodded immediately, professional as always.

"Yes, My Lord."

He looked down the hallway like someone who had survived a battlefield.

"They... worked well," he muttered.

Lyra’s lips twitched.

’Worked well?’ She peeked into his room. ’Sir, the bedframe is broken and there are claw marks on the ceiling.’

But she didn’t comment.

She simply bowed again.

"Yes, My Lord. I will prepare it."

Lux sighed again.

Long.

Deep.

Trauma-laced.

He leaned his head back against the wall.

Yeah.

Crazy last night was an understatement.

Because what replayed in his mind wasn’t the chaos...

But the fact that none of them backed down.

None of them ran.

None flinched.

None thought to flee when he went full Lust Sin, aura exploding, instincts ruling, control gone.

They didn’t just endure him.

They met him.

Lux huffed under his breath.

"Yeah... they knew."

They knew he wasn’t blowing off steam.

They knew he wasn’t celebrating.

They knew he wasn’t playing.

He was letting go of centuries of suppression.

He was letting Lust sin rise.

Letting instinct break through logic.

Letting himself be a royal incubus.

And they stayed.

All night.

Even when he went feral.

Even when he lost rationality.

Even when the room shook.

Even when his aura choked the air.

Even when his stamina should have dropped below zero but didn’t because his bloodline refused to let him stop.

Lux pushed a hand through his ruined hair.

Luckily...

Very luckily...

He had stocked enough elixirs for the girls.

Because no matter how powerful his incubus body was, his partners were still mostly mortal or part-mortal. And even with the enhancing properties of his seed, restoring warmth, vitality, energy, they’d gone through hours. Multiple rounds. With him.

He exhaled again.

Hell’s CFO.

Royal Incubus.

Lust Sin 100%.

And absolutely dead without caffeine.

He pressed his forehead to the cool marble wall. "Coffee..."

Lyra rushed back with a tray. "Sir, here!"

Lux grabbed the first cup and drank it like medicine.

His tail twitched.

His wings fluttered weakly.

His eyes opened a fraction more.

Yes.

Better.

Still stupid, but better.

He took the second cup from Lyra’s tray.

Hot.

Black.

Strong enough to burn through a mortal stomach lining.

Perfect.

He drank half in one go.

The fog in his brain finally began to lift, gears clicking back into place like a demonic machine remembering its purpose. His thoughts aligned. His pulse steadied. Math returned. Logic returned. His ability to judge economic collapse probability returned.

He exhaled.

"Thank you," he murmured.

Lyra bowed deeply, relief softening her shoulders.

"My Lord."

She vanished with professional silence, the way only well-trained demon staff could, quick, discreet, pretending they did not see the CFO stumble out of his room half-dressed, half-conscious, and fully sin-drained.

Lux stood alone for approximately three seconds.

Then...

-Flutter!

A rustle of feathers.

A shadow cut across the floor.

Corvus perched on the back of the nearest chair with all the grace of a smug little aristocrat who’d just delivered someone’s death notice. His black feathers gleamed, and his eyes, bright infernal gold, blinked at Lux like he was observing a rare animal in crisis.

"Corvus," Lux muttered.

The raven tilted his head.

"Your awakening," Corvus croaked in a voice that sounded like gravel and sarcasm mixed together, "noted by Lust House."

Lux froze.

Great.

Fantastic.

Of course they noticed.

"My grandfather?" Lux asked, rubbing his face with one exhausted hand.

Corvus spread his wings once, subtle, dramatic, unnecessary.

"Your grandfather," the raven repeated, "is aware."

Lux groaned.

A deep, suffering, caffeine-required groan.

"What about the king?"

Corvus clicked his beak.

"Not yet."

Lux’s shoulders dropped a millimeter in relief.

"Which," Corvus continued, "is good. Very good. Extremely good. Besides—"

The raven preened a feather.

"I only flew around the Houses. Not to the King."

Lux gave him a long, narrow stare.

Corvus stared back with the unbothered confidence of a creature who had watched kingdoms fall and marriages fail. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

"You said yourself," Corvus reminded, "that I and Zehar cannot investigate the King yet."

Lux pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Yes. Yes, I remember. I said that. I also said—"

"Oh, I know what you said," Corvus cut in, settling deeper into his perch. "You said: ’Corvus. Zehar. Don’t get killed. And don’t wake the King.’"

Lux sighed.

"Correct."

Corvus’s feathers puffed smugly.

"Hence why I avoided the King. Only the Lust House saw the awakening. And Zehar is still monitoring the shadow corridors."

Lux took another long drink of coffee.

Better.

So much better.

A single thought passed through his recovering brain.

’At least no one in the King’s palace knows I went full Lust Sin and leveled forty times from marathon sex.’

Corvus made a soft clicking noise.

"Oh," he added casually, "and the Lust House is preparing a formal request for clarification."

Lux stopped breathing.

A beat.

Two.

Then.

"...A clarification on what?"

Corvus blinked.

"Why you woke the ancestral incubus domain at full strength for the first time in nearly a century."