Harem Startup : The Demon Billionaire is on Vacation

He had rules.

And one of them? No married women.

Not because he was some moral saint.

But because he respected contracts.

And marriage? That was the first contract mortals learned to sign.

If they were willing to break that—cheat—then what would stop them from breaching his contract later?

It wasn't about love.

It was about trustworthiness as an investment.

Lux didn't do bad investments.

If he wanted with a MILF, he wanted her either single or divorced.

One of the women—older, regal, her body poured into a white designer swimsuit like fine wine in crystal—rested her chin on her knuckles. "What do you do, then, mystery man?"

"Consulting," Lux said with a soft smirk.

"Financial?"

He didn't confirm or deny. Just let the implication hang.

"You look too young to be a consultant," another said, brows arched.

Lux smiled again, this time like someone who knew his net worth could shatter entire city blocks. "I was born into it."

That wasn't a lie either. He was born into it. Greed himself signed his birth certificate in ink made from gold-dusted infernal wine.

"Are you single?" the serpent-tattoo lady asked bluntly.

He opened his mouth. "Not really," he said.

"Oh no," said one of the others with a delighted grin. "That's the best kind of answer."

The questions started stacking like a liquidity bubble.

"What's your sign?"

"Do you have a yacht?"

"Are those abs real?"

"Want to come with us to our villa tomorrow? We're doing a girls' weekend. You can be the 'girls' part."

Lux chuckled under his breath, brushing back a few wet strands of hair. "You're all very generous."

"Oh, honey," the gold-silk woman purred, "we haven't even started."

One of them—brunette, diamond earrings big enough to moonlight as death weapons—tilted her head and whispered, "We can pay, you know."

Lux blinked. "Sorry?"

"For your time," she said smoothly. "Some women hire personal chefs. Or… companions. You'd make a very high-end companion."

Another woman laughed softly. "More fun than a personal trainer. Less messy than a divorce lawyer."

"More attractive than both," the third added.

Lux stared for a beat.

Then smiled—that smile. The one he used when negotiating deals in Hell's upper circles. Slow. Sharp. Knowing. Like he could already see the interest rate on their fantasies ballooning.

"Tempting offer," he said. "But I don't think you could afford me."

"Oh?" the villa-invite lady asked. "Try us."

Lux leaned back, eyes half-lidded, voice dropping like a stock before a hostile takeover. "Darling… I don't charge hourly. I charge in equity."

That made them pause.

"…Equity?" one of them echoed, clearly intrigued.

"Emotional," Lux said with a wink. "Physical. Spiritual. Eternal." He gave a mock sigh. "It's not a transaction. It's a merger."

A beat of stunned silence.

And then—laughter. Rich, bright, too-loud.

"You're ridiculous," one woman gasped.

Another wiped tears from her eyes. "Gods, I love you."

"I'm very lovable," Lux agreed with mock solemnity.

They swam closer, not quite touching, but clearly circling. The temperature around him rose—not from the pool heater, but from sheer hormonal humidity.

Still, Lux stayed calm. Steady. Centered.

It was an act, of course.

Inside?

His incubus instincts were screaming.

Fifteen horny MILFs. No husbands in sight. Designer perfume. Sun-warmed skin. Voices like promises. Eyes like invitations.

The kind of collective pheromone release that could end civilizations if he gave in.

But he wouldn't.

Not because he couldn't.

Because he didn't want to.

He thought of Naomi's earnest eyes. Rava's stubbornness. Sira's pride and possessiveness.

Yeah. He had options.

But more importantly? He had standards.

"You sure you won't take that juice?" the tattoo woman asked again.

Lux turned his head slightly. Smiled. "I'm good."

She pouted. "That's a shame."

One of them swam close enough that their knees brushed. "If you change your mind… our villa is twenty minutes from here."

"I'll keep it in mind," he said. "Though I'm pretty busy tomorrow."

"With what?" she asked.

He tilted his head, lips curving. "Keeping my soul intact."

They blinked. Laughed. Teased him again. Called him mysterious.

But none of them pressed harder.

Not yet.

And Lux?

He finally let his shoulders sink into the cold water again, gaze tilted to the horizon.

The world sparkled.

Gold. Orange. Faint pink hues curling over the rooftop like gods watching a soap opera.

And Lux?

He was exactly where he needed to be.

Surrounded. Desired. But not compromised.

Because even if Lust and Greed made him…

He was still in control.

[Libido Stability – 86%]

[Integrity of Self: Unbroken]

[Financial Dominance: Maintained]

Lux sighed.

"…I really need a protein shake," he muttered.

The MILFs giggled again.

It was the sort of giggle that belonged in stockholder meetings when someone mentioned a "liquidity injection" with too much eye contact.

Lux gave them a charming nod—the kind that looked casual but was actually a firm fiscal boundary dressed in good cheekbones—and turned toward the deeper end of the pool.

"Excuse me then," he said smoothly, voice polite but firm enough to discourage further investment.

He pushed off from the ledge with one fluid motion, arms cutting through the mana-filtered water in practiced strokes.

The chill bit pleasantly against his skin, his muscles flexing in that slow, powerful rhythm born of both genetics and vanity. The kind of swim that wasn't just exercise—it was a statement. A slide-deck made of sinew.

And honestly? It felt good.

To move.

To float.

To exhale.

The water carried his weight better than any bottom line. His mind drifted—briefly.

Then—

"Oh no!" someone said behind him, too loudly. "Did I bump into you?"

He turned.

A woman had accidentally floated over, her body conveniently pressed against his side, her hand brushing suspiciously low under the surface.

"Oops," she added as she touched his abs, zero sincerity in her voice.

Another 'accident' followed. A splash too close. A hand that reached for balance and ended up around his arm. Then his chest. Then—

Lux blinked.

'They were doing a liquidity merger. In real time.'

"Ladies," he said coolly, sidestepping like a gentleman evading a hostile buyout, "I'm flattered, but this is a no-touch asset."

More giggles.

And then—

A new voice cut through the air. Crisp. No-nonsense.

"Excuse me, ladies. Please follow the rules."

Every head turned.

Lux followed the sound.

And what he saw?

Well. He had questions. Good ones. Because the woman, an elf, standing at the edge of the pool, clipboard in hand, sunglasses sharp enough to file taxes, and authority radiating from her like interest on a late fee?

She wasn't just interrupting.

She was in control.