Harem Startup : The Demon Billionaire is on Vacation
Chapter 67: You’re Shaking

Chapter 67: You’re Shaking

Chapter 67 – You’re Shaking

Rava opened her mouth.

Nothing came out.

Her heart was still racing. Her fingers still clutched the bouquet like it might shield her from divine awkwardness. Her tentacles were twitching behind her, half-coiled in nervous spirals, half-hovering like they didn’t know whether to wrap Lux in another accidental cuddle trap or bolt for the ocean.

The suite was quiet now—blessedly so—but it didn’t feel peaceful.

It felt charged.

Like the moment right before a storm touches water.

Static on skin. Salt on tongue. Breath held underwater.

And Lux?

He was just... standing there. Hands in his pockets, posture relaxed, a lazy smirk curling his lips like he was calm in the middle of the apocalypse he caused. His eyes glinted in the dim light, gold threading through the infernal black like molten temptation, like he knew every reaction she was about to have before she even breathed.

"So," he said softly, with that voice.

That voice.

The one that wasn’t loud.

Didn’t need to be.

Low. Warm. Dangerous.

Like velvet soaked in wine and sin.

"Still think I was joking?"

Rava inhaled. Shaky.

She shook her head. "No..." Her voice barely registered. "No, I believe you."

She stared at him.

Really looked.

His fingers, relaxed at his sides but tipped with power—he hadn’t even unsummoned the aura, and it curled around his frame like smoke off a midnight fire.

And suddenly?

Everything made sense.

The absurd charm.

The wealth.

The confidence like he owned the world—and maybe, maybe he really did.

The heat in his gaze when he teased her.

That moment earlier, when he said "If you want something, just ask. Preferably expensive things."

It wasn’t metaphor.

It wasn’t ego.

It was fact.

He really could give her anything.

And that?

Wasn’t just seductive.

It was terrifying.

Her voice returned, quieter now. Fragile, even.

"So that’s why you said... you can give everything?"

Lux’s eyes glinted. His smirk didn’t move—but it deepened.

"Yes," he said.

One word.

A whisper.

But it slithered into her ears like dark silk, warm and slow and just slightly too close.

He took a step toward her.

Her tentacles tensed—flared—then retreated an inch. Like prey twitching between run and surrender.

Lux noticed.

Of course he did.

He didn’t grin wider. He didn’t taunt.

He simply kept walking.

Another step.

Rava backed up before she realized it, her calves bumping against the back of the plush sofa. Her eyes locked on him.

"You don’t need to be scared," Lux murmured.

Another step.

Voice lower now.

"You should be," he added with a smirk. "But you don’t need to be."

She shivered.

Every word he spoke felt like it curled across her skin, coiling up her neck, whispering just behind her ear like a devil offering deals with strings attached.

"I’m not scared," she lied.

He leaned in slightly, head tilting. His breath brushed her cheek.

"You’re shaking."

She was.

Gods, she was.

But not in fear.

Not anymore.

It was something else now.

Hot.

Heavy.

Coiling deep in her stomach and pulsing through her veins like warm ocean current.

Because she knew what he was now.

And instead of fleeing, something primal in her—the Kraken part, the ancient sea creature curled inside her blood—liked it.

It liked the danger.

It liked the promise.

It liked him.

"You’re a demon," she whispered.

"I am," he didn’t deny it.

Instead, he reached up—slow, deliberate—and brushed one knuckle along her jawline.

Soft. Careful. But crackling with heat.

Her tentacles twitched—then surged forward, almost against her will.

Two wrapped around his wrist.

One coiled around his waist.

Another snaked around his shoulder, pausing near his neck.

She gasped and tried to pull them back. "I didn’t mean—"

"Don’t," he murmured.

His hand slid along her cheek now. Then her jaw. Down the side of her throat.

Fingers trailing heat and temptation with each movement.

"I like them," he said, voice just above a breath.

"They’re honest. Unlike most mortals."

Her heart stuttered. Her tentacles pulsed—colors shifting faintly, reacting to her rising heat.

She felt everything.

Every inch of contact.

Every millimeter his skin brushed hers.

The world blurred.

And then—

His lips were near her ear again.

"I told you before," he whispered. "If you want something... ask." He smirked. "And that’s... including me."

Her knees nearly buckled.

Her tentacles betrayed her fully—slithering under his coat again, wrapping his waist like they needed to feel him closer.

She wasn’t sure when it happened.

But suddenly, her hands were on his chest.

His heartbeat was steady. Strong.

Like it didn’t care about gods or threats or reality.

And his scent—

Warm smoke, gold-threaded cinnamon, dark magic, and something else.

Something him.

It filled her lungs like a drug.

Her head tilted up. Their faces were close now.

Too close.

Perfectly close.

He looked down at her—calm, focused, like he was seeing through her soul.

And then—

He kissed her.

Slow.

Deep.

Purposeful.

There was no hesitation. No gentle tease.

Her tentacles surged around him now—one coiling tight at his hip, another sliding up his back, the rest wrapping around his arm, his chest, his collar.

She was holding him—pulling him closer, dragging him down into her storm.

And he didn’t resist.

Didn’t pull back.

Didn’t stop.

He deepened the kiss.

Tongue. Heat. Teeth.

She gasped into him, and he drank the sound like wine.

Her fingers clutched his shirt—when did her hands get under the coat?—and she was trembling, melting, igniting from the inside out.

Thoughts gone.

Nothing left but him.

Finally, finally, when air became an issue—he pulled back. Just an inch.

Their breath mingled.

His lips hovered close.

She whispered.

"...I think I’m falling in love with a demon."

Lux’s eyes narrowed slightly.

Not in mockery.

Not in scorn.

But because he heard it.

And something deep inside him flinched.

Because demons don’t get to be loved.

Not really.

They make contracts.

They feed on desire.

They use and tempt and take.

But love?

That was something else.

And yet—

Her tentacles were still wrapped around him like vines in bloom.

Her heartbeat was thunder beneath her skin.

And she wasn’t afraid.

She was burning.

Lux kissed her again.

Slower this time.

More delicate.