Harem Startup : The Demon Billionaire is on Vacation

Chapter 950 – I Obeyed The Rules

Three hours passed.

In the outside world, it should have felt like an afternoon slipping lazily toward evening. In the mansion, the air was calm. The guest wing remained quiet. The ancient book sat sealed and smug in Yue’s room. Sira lounged nearby like a spoiled royal cat forced to watch a show through glass.

But inside Lux’s Sovereign Event Horizon Ring?

The world had been broken into violence.

The pocket dimension stretched beneath a sky that did not belong to any real place. No sun. No moon. Just a dark horizon bent around itself, distant stars smeared into rings like reality had been grabbed by the throat and twisted into obedience. The ground was black stone, cracked with glowing crimson veins.

It was not Limbo.

Lux knew that very well.

Limbo felt like exile.

This felt like ownership.

[Name: Sovereign Event Horizon Ring]

[Class: Forbidden Spatial Dominion Relic]

[Grade: Pre-Sin Era Artifact]

[A ring forged before the formalization of the Seven Sin Realms. Manipulates localized spatial law fields around the user. Generates a private dominion zone where time, distance, pressure, and authority can be altered relative to external reality. Not identical to Limbo. Does not displace the user into an alternate layer. Instead, bends existing reality into a temporary sovereign pocket.]

And in the middle of it stood Lux Vaelthorn.

Topless.

Because his shirt had not survived the first hour.

Then Yue had apparently decided that targeting fabric counted as a valid combat strategy, and his clothes had become collateral damage in a training session that had escalated from ”sparring” to ”ancient dragon tries to humble a demon.”

His pants were still intact.

Mostly.

A few torn lines along the thigh. A slash near the hip. The fabric at his waist was ripped just enough to expose the sharp V-line of muscle cutting downward from his abdomen, which was currently causing a crisis outside the battlefield.

Specifically, Sira’s crisis.

She was watching from beyond the boundary, separated from the pocket dimension by the ring’s spatial law. She could see. She could hear. She could absolutely not intervene.

Which meant she was suffering.

Loudly.

”Let me have him,” Sira said through the barrier, both hands pressed against the invisible wall like a woman denied a holy relic. ”Ten minutes. I only need ten minutes. ”

Lux did not look at her.

Yue did.

Mistake.

Sira pointed at Lux with the expression of someone presenting evidence before a court. ”I could make him cum in ten minutes!”

Yue’s eye twitched.

That was new.

Because Yue Xianlong was currently panting.

Actually panting.

Her long-sleeved hanfu was dirty, torn slightly along one sleeve and lower hem, scorched near the shoulder, but still attached with impressive dignity. Her hair had partly loosened from its neat arrangement, several strands sticking to her cheek. Dust marked her jaw. One of her sleeves had a burn hole. Another part had been cut cleanly by spatial pressure.

She looked tired.

Not defeated.

Lux, on the other hand, looked offensively fine.

No wounds.

No sweat.

No panting.

His dark hair was slightly messy, yes, but in that unfair way handsome men became more handsome after violence. His breathing remained even. His eyes still carried that dangerous golden-black focus. Infernal energy curled around his body like lazy smoke, and the crimson glow of his domain still lingered beneath the cracks in the battlefield.

Yue stared at him like she was seriously reconsidering the moral value of sparring.

Lux tilted his head. ”What?”

Yue inhaled slowly. Then pointed at him. ”That’s cheating.”

Lux blinked with perfect innocence.

A masterpiece.

A crime.

”I disagree.”

”You do that to mess with my concentration.”

”I do many things,” Lux said calmly. ”But that was not one of them.”

Yue’s hand tightened. ”Lux, you are standing there half-naked.”

”It was you who burned my clothes.”

”I did!”

Her composure cracked further, and Sira’s grin outside the barrier grew so wide it almost became illegal.

Yue continued, ”But... but that was not on purpose!”

Lux spread both hands. ”See? Not my fault.”

Sira slapped the barrier. ”It is absolutely his fault. He knows what he’s doing. I respect it.”

”I don’t,” Yue snapped.

Lux looked wounded.

Very fake.

Very dramatic.

Very successful at making Yue look like she wanted to throw a mountain at him.

”I even didn’t summon my dual daggers,” Lux said. ”I only used my skills.”

He lifted one hand. Infernal flame flickered to life along his fingertips, small ember dancing like a malicious candle. The air warmed around his hand, and above the battlefield, remnants of crimson fire clouds rolled through the false sky.

”Mostly Hellfire Rain.”

Yue stared at the fire.

Then at Lux.

Then at the fire again.

Her mouth opened.

Closed.

Then her elegant ancient-dragon dignity finally collapsed in public.

She pointed at him with genuine offense. ”Don’t act like you are only using Hellfire Rain!”

Lux lowered his hand slightly. ”Oho?”

”Do not ’oho’ me! You used Abyssal Court of Desire!”

Lux’s expression did not change. Unfortunately, his silence became suspiciously loud.

Yue stepped forward, still breathing heavily, her eyes bright with indignation. ”If not, how do you explain those naked incubi that look similar to you?”

Lux looked aside.

Not even a tiny movement.

A very guilty movement.

Several naked shadow incubi were still standing there at the edge of the crimson domain, looking far too similar to him for anyone’s sanity. They froze as if caught committing a crime.

Lux lifted two fingers and flicked them.

The shadow incubi vanished instantly.

Lux muttered, ”Oops.”

Yue’s voice rose. ”Don’t oops me!”

Outside the ring, Sira nearly collapsed laughing.

Lux cleared his throat. ”In my defense, you said I could use any skills.”

Yue’s glare sharpened.

Lux lifted one finger, already entering lawyer mode. ”You banned weapons. Very specific category. I respected that.” He gestured vaguely toward the empty crimson shadows. ”Those are not weapons. They are skill manifestations. Awkward skill manifestations, yes. But still skills.” A pause. ”Therefore, technically, I obeyed the rules.”