Harem Startup : The Demon Billionaire is on Vacation

Chapter 334 – I’m a Sinner (18+)

Her tentacles slid down his chest, brushing along the cut ridges of his abdomen—just enough pressure to feel his heat but not enough to distract him from the helpless act.

”You’re so obedient when you’re not smug,” she whispered. ”I think I like you like this.”

He groaned faintly in reply.

She grinned, sliding a tentacle down toward his waistband—tracing the edge of his pants, teasing just above his shaft.

A flick of her wrist and the button popped open.

He exhaled a low, ”Nnnh...”

Tentacle number two slipped in, gently easing down the fabric.

She peeled his pants past his hips, inch by inch, revealing inch after inch of his growing length—already half-hard despite his ”helpless” act.

Rava bit her lip. Her pupils dilated.

Her inner thighs tingled.

”I didn’t say you could get hard yet,” she teased.

”I’m a sinner,” Lux muttered. ”Obedience isn’t my strong suit...”

Rava leaned down and licked the curve of his collarbone.

”You’re very well-behaved for someone claiming that,” she whispered. Her tentacles wrapped loosely around his hips, bracing herself as she moved to sit up straighter.

Her eyes devoured him—his shaft, twitching under the cool morning air, flushed and perfect, waiting for her.

She reached down, wrapped a hand around the base.

Lux groaned again—longer this time.

The kind of sound that vibrated in her spine.

”Rava...”

”Shhh,” she hushed, placing a finger to his lips. ”Drunk men don’t give commands.”

Another low sound from him, rougher this time. The way his body shifted under her hand? That tension? It made her want to milk every sound out of him.

She pumped him slowly, base to tip, her thumb swirling across the bead of heat forming at the top.

Tentacles slid around his thighs, then up his sides, holding him steady.

”You’re so hot like this,” she whispered. ”Hard. Helpless.”

He only groaned in response, head tilted, mouth parted.

Rava shifted her hips, lined herself up—her lower body already soaked, slick, throbbing.

She guided his tip to her entrance.

Lux’s eyes fluttered open. ”Rava...”

”I’m still dreaming,” she whispered. ”Don’t wake me up.”

And she sank down.

His shaft slid into her slowly, inch by sinful inch.

The stretch made her gasp. Her thighs trembled. Her tentacles gripped the sheets.

Lux’s breath hitched—his abs flexing.

He groaned, voice rich with restraint, but didn’t move.

Still letting her ride it.

Still pretending.

Her eyes rolled back slightly as she bottomed out, full and burning. The pressure. The heat. The way he filled her so deeply—it made her dizzy.

She stayed there a moment.

Just breathing.

Then she moved.

A slow rise. A slow fall.

Up.

Down.

Drip.

The wet heat between them grew louder with each motion.

Her pace built—rhythmic. Seductive. She didn’t bounce.

She rolled. Like waves.

Like sin made tidal.

Lux’s fingers twitched under the tentacle bindings. His mouth dropped open.

”Rava... you’re going to break me...”

”You wish,” she whispered, grinding down harder.

His cock throbbed inside her, and he let out another groan that sounded like the first crack of a dam.

”F*ck...” he breathed, voice finally losing the act for just a second.

And Rava—

Rava smirked.

”You said pretend to be drunk,” she whispered, ”but if you groan like that again, I’m going to think you’re sober and needy.”

”I am both,” he growled, his hands clenching at the sheets now. ”Needy... and very, very yours. And I’m not used to this kind of obedience.”

The tentacles around his chest loosened, one of them stroking his cheek as she leaned forward again, her chest pressed to his.

Their bodies rocked together.

The wet slap of skin. The tangled breath. The rising fire.

He kissed her neck, lips trailing fire down her collarbone.

Rava whimpered.

She wasn’t in control anymore.

Not really.

Not with the way his cock pulsed inside her. Not with the way he suddenly thrust upward—once—just to remind her what power felt like when it shifted.

She gasped.

Their eyes locked.

”I’m going to flip this soon,” he warned, voice dark and honeyed.

Rava grinned through her panting. ”Then I guess I better hurry.”

And she did.

She rode him faster, harder, his shaft gliding through her with every motion, until her thighs trembled and her voice cracked and—

She came.

Loud. Shuddering. Tentacles squeezing. Nails dragging down his chest.

Lux grabbed her hips finally, taking over now, thrusting into her like he’d been waiting—and that sent her into another wave of overstimulated moaning, her body twitching against his.

She collapsed onto him, skin flushed, heart racing, brain fogged with bliss.

Lux held her there.

Breathing.

Letting her melt.

His palm rested flat on her lower back, warm and possessive, anchoring her to his chest. Rava’s breath hitched as the reality of it sank in—his body, his heat, his scent, all beneath her. She could still feel the way his hips had moved earlier, the phantom echo of that delicious grind replaying in her lower belly like a song she couldn’t stop humming.

He didn’t rush.

Didn’t need to.

His presence alone was gravity.

”You finished?” Lux murmured against her ear, voice still lazy with that playacted haze, but the hand at her hip was very real. Very firm.

Before she could reply, he shifted—rolling them over with a sudden, smooth movement, his strength barely veiled. She let out a small gasp as her back met the mattress, his weight settling above her like silk-wrapped dominance.

Lux hovered there, not quite pressing down, just... looming. Beautiful. Dangerous. The way shadows crawl before a fire starts.

He cupped her breast with one hand—gently, reverently—thumb grazing the peak through the thin fabric of her sleepwear. The contact was soft, but Rava felt it like a jolt. Her back arched just a little, her breath catching as her tentacles instinctively curled around his wrist.

”Let’s pretend I’m still drunk,” Lux said with a wicked grin, his voice a husky velvet drawl. ”But this drunk man... isn’t helpless.”

His head dipped, lips brushing the top of her chest, where her skin was flushed and warm. ”Just a little... feral.”

And then he bit her.

Not hard. Not cruel. Just enough.