Harem Startup : The Demon Billionaire is on Vacation
Chapter 77: I Dated Balance Sheets for Two Hundred Years

Chapter 77: I Dated Balance Sheets for Two Hundred Years

Chapter 77 – I Dated Balance Sheets for Two Hundred Years

The suite was wrecked.

The kind of wrecked that made even Lux blink as he sat up, blinking into the warm midnight dimness.

The blackout curtains were still mostly drawn, but the city lights bled through the gaps like tiny needles of gold. The air smelled thick — like sweat, sex, and heat sealed into expensive hotel sheets.

Pillows thrown everywhere.

Sheets half off the bed.

One of Rava’s heels was still dangling from the lampshade.

There was even a faint suction mark on his chest where one of her more enthusiastic tentacles had apparently claimed him like a flagpole.

He exhaled, rubbing a hand through his completely destroyed hair. The strands curled messily over his forehead — some parts still damp with sweat and skin-on-skin friction.

Rava was curled next to him, tangled in the sheets like a beautifully ruined work of art — makeup smudged across her flushed cheeks, lipstick stains still marking her lips, chin, and part of his own throat.

Her tentacles lay sprawled around her like exhausted serpents, lazily twitching in her sleep like they were dreaming about the ten rounds they had survived.

Her breathing was soft, delicate. The small rise and fall of her chest an oddly peaceful contrast to the absolute chaos that had led to this moment.

Lux chuckled under his breath.

"Wow," he muttered softly to himself, voice scratchy. "That’s... something."

The system pinged awake — because of course it did.

[Yes, sir. That was something. You just slept with her... ten times. This was her first experience, by the way.]

Lux let his head fall back against the headboard and groaned.

"Don’t blame me for it," he muttered defensively. "She was the one who tied me up at one point. That was... kinda hot."

[Not blaming. Simply documenting.]

[Also—congratulations.]

[You’ve gained 5 Levels.]

[You are now Level 260.]

The system screen floated neatly in the corner of his vision as the familiar stats ticked up like some twisted, unholy stock market.

[Updated Stats:]

[HP: 1,320,000]

[DP: 495,000]

[Charisma: 999]

[Magic Affinity: 1,070]

[Strength: 820]

[Agility: 940]

Lux nearly choked on his own spit.

"Wait—hold on." He blinked at the display. "I can get levels just by f*cking women now?"

[Yes.]

[You are, after all, an incubus. The stronger the bond, the higher the compatibility, the greater the energy exchange.]

[Congratulations. You’re finally playing to your strengths.]

Lux just stared at the screen for a long, dumb second.

A little insulted.

A little impressed.

A little annoyed.

"Are you serious...? I spent nearly two centuries grinding in hell, fighting off literal warlords... and I could’ve just—"

He waved vaguely at the carnage of s*x surrounding him.

"—done this instead?"

[Technically, yes.]

Lux buried his face in both hands.

"Pathetic," he muttered. "I dated balance sheets for two hundred years while the dumbass incubi back at the academy were stacking levels faster than me just because they were screwing anything that moved."

He let out a dry laugh.

"No wonder some of those idiots had higher levels despite slower reflexes and worse skills. All those stupid orgies finally make sense."

[You’re adapting. Congratulations again.]

[Also, I detect moderate dehydration. Recommend fluids.]

"Yeah, yeah..." Lux grumbled. "Good point."

He sat up carefully, making sure not to wake Rava, who only stirred slightly and nuzzled back into the ruined pillow, her tentacles curling possessively in her sleep.

For a moment, he just stared at her.

Messy makeup. Red lips swollen from hours of kissing. Slight suction marks dotting her neck and chest. Tentacles twitching softly like they were still clinging to him in their dreams.

She looked... satisfied.

Blissfully wrecked.

A strange warmth crept into his chest. The dangerous kind. The emotional kind.

"Yeah... that was definitely something," he muttered again, unable to hide the tiny grin that tugged at the corner of his lips.

But right now? His stomach had other concerns. Like the fact that they had both completely skipped dinner and his metabolism was finally kicking in.

He pushed himself off the bed — entirely naked — and padded across the suite on bare feet. The cool marble floor sent a little shiver up his legs as the night air clung to his damp skin.

His eyes automatically drifted toward the coffee machine on the minibar.

Old habit. Comfort habit. His internal wiring always defaulted to coffee — that bittersweet liquid of negotiation rooms, boardrooms, demonic treaties, and countless sleepless centuries.

A soft sigh escaped his lips.

"Coffee..." he muttered longingly.

And then he checked the clock.

2:14 AM.

Yeah. Probably not the smartest choice.

He rubbed the back of his neck, suppressing the laugh.

"Nope. Not tonight."

Wine it is.

But before the wine...

His hand reached for one of the untouched gift bags still sitting neatly against the wall — unopened luxury shopping trophies.

Inside?

A pristine, high-end smartphone.

He powered it up, watching the interface load.

He dug into another pouch, pulling out a slim SIM card between two fingers.

"...Don’t even want to deal with the paperwork," he muttered.

[Activating TechnoGreed Protocol.]

The system’s digital magic whirled softly.

[Identity registered. Number activated. Banking attached. Device synced. Government database updated.]

[You now officially exist in the mortal world.]

A soft chime echoed as two new messages appeared almost instantly.

Sender: Unknown Number

Lux raised an eyebrow.

He swiped it open.

Unknown Number: Lux, this is Naomi. I have severed the last tie with Carson. It’s official. He’s done. Watch the news tomorrow morning.

A small grin curved across Lux’s lips.

He quickly replaced the unkwon number with Naomi’s name.

Naomi: Also... don’t forget to rest. And yes—I know you probably already slept with someone. Your pheromones this morning were at the peak.

Lux chuckled.

Smart girl.

He quickly thumbed out his reply.

Lux: Just activated this phone. And yes, you were right. She’s here right now. In my suite. Sleeping like a kitten. Can’t wait to see you again.

He stared at the message for a moment longer before hitting send.

His grin lingered.

Lux poured himself a glass of deep red wine, swirling it lazily as he leaned against the suite’s tall windows — fully naked, fully satisfied, fully aware that his life was spiraling into exactly the kind of chaos he secretly enjoyed.

The city glittered beneath him. The night stretched endlessly.

And behind him?

Rava’s soft breath, still tangled in sheets, still marked with his scent and his mark.

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