Chapter 306 – That’s so Naughty
Celestaria was prepared to go to war.
Lux turned to her finally.
Caught her gaze.
"Celestaria? You okay?"
Her eyes snapped up.
She forced a smile. "Yes. Of course."
Her voice was clipped. A little too formal.
Lux’s eyes narrowed. "You sure?"
"I’m sure."
But inside?
She was not.
Inside, she had already drafted four potential celestial-political counterasures to nullify infernal soul contracts under Article 5 of Interplanar Defense Protocols. And a fifth plan that involved kidnapping Lux and blaming it on solar flare interference.
He didn’t know.
But she’d save him.
From Sira.
From all of it.
Whether he wanted saving or not.
Lux leaned back again, still confused, still lost in his own thoughts as he reached for the last cookie on the divine snack tray.
Selena and Solara just... stared.
And then slowly, deliberately, each goddess reached for the sa cookie at the sa ti.
Fingers touched.
Eyes t.
War silently declared.
Celestaria didn’t move.
She was too busy calculating how to break a soul-chain without breaking a heart.
Lux?
He just munched on his stolen cookie and mumbled, "You three have been weirdly quiet since I ntioned the contract..."
No one answered.
Not a word. Not a breath. Not even a fake cough to cut the tension.
Which was weird.
Because these weren’t just any won. These were goddesses. Literal embodints of celestial forces. Divine. Composed. Elegant.
And right now?
They looked like three high priestesses caught reading smut under the holy scriptures.
Selena sat rigid, her hand still lightly curled near her lap, lips parted like she’d just bit into sothing forbidden.
Solara was pretending to stare at the ceiling, which was stupid, because the ceiling was just carved marble and holy.
And Celestaria?
Celestaria looked like she was ntally preparing to smite sothing. Or soone. Her knuckles were white against the edge of the armrest.
Lux slowly put the cookie down.
He licked the crumbs off his thumb—because yeah, that’s who he was—and leaned back in his chair.
And yeah, he saw it now.
The flush in Solara’s cheeks. The tightness in Selena’s shoulders. The haunted, murderous heat in Celestaria’s eyes.
Oh.
They were imagining things.
Things about him, maybe? He wasn’t sure.
He exhaled slowly, dragging a hand through his already-perfect hair.
Okay. Ti to fix this. Or at least, try.
"Just in case," Lux said casually, eyes sweeping the three like he wasn’t reading all of their tells like a stocks chart, "of any misunderstanding..."
All three froze.
"I feel like I should clarify what my relationship with Sira actually is."
That got their attention.
Selena leaned forward just a little.
Solara blinked.
Celestaria finally exhaled—barely.
Lux looked up at the carved celestial mural above them for a beat, then back down with a smirk.
"It’s based on consent," he said simply. "Fully mutual. She wanted it. I wanted it. We agreed."
A beat of silence.
"And... despite that," he continued, "I did leave my Greed sigils on her."
He said it lightly.
But oh—
That word.
Greed sigils.
That was the detonator.
"Wait, wait, wait." Celestaria’s voice snapped like thunder cracking across marble skies. "She let you leave a contract on her body?"
Lux glanced at her, mildly impressed. "Yeah."
"I said it from the beginning," he continued smoothly, "I’m Greed. I don’t do half-asures. If she wanted to be with , it had to be under a sealed bond. A full consented one. She either took my contract or not at all."
"But..." Solara blinked. "She’s a Pride."
"Yes," Lux agreed. "She is."
"And she agreed?" Selena asked, voice a little thinner now.
Lux shrugged. "Yeah. Shocked too, honestly. But she liked it. I an the sex." He paused, then added with a crooked smile, "We did it like... more than twenty rounds, I guess? At so point, I stopped counting."
Dead. Silence.
The kind that could end wars. Or start them.
Lux blinked. "What?"
Selena finally croaked out, "Above twenty?"
Lux scratched the back of his neck, still lounging like a debauched angel who just made a fortune off a sin. "Yeah. I an, she’s got a nice sex appetite. Matches mine. Surprisingly aggressive. Responsive too. Honestly? Respect."
Solara looked like her soul left her body for a second.
Celestaria just muttered, "Oh Gods..."
Lux tilted his head. "What?"
"You—" Solara started, voice shaky, "Did you... did you do it harshly? I an, she’s Pride. So she must’ve been... intense. Did she... tie you up? Made you beg? Whimper? Groan her na and—?"
Lux stared at her.
Really stared.
Then his brain clicked.
The pieces rearranged.
And oh.
Oh.
He smirked.
Slow.
Dangerous.
Delighted.
"I see..." he purred. He leaned forward, elbows on his thighs, voice low and syrupy. "So that’s what you three were thinking."
They all froze.
Selena’s ears flushed pink.
Solara turned her face slightly—too late to hide the heat crawling down her neck.
Celestaria looked ready to summon a holy spear just to stab herself.
Lux grinned. "That’s so naughty."
Still no answer.
He leaned even closer. His voice dropped. "I never thought the moon, the sun, and the silent star would have such... vivid imaginations."
They said nothing.
Because yeah. Guilty.
Busted.
"So let get this straight," Lux said, letting the words drag like silk ropes over bare skin. "You all sat there... thinking of . Not as your charming strategist. Not as your annoying asset. But as..."
He let that hang.
Selena’s gaze dropped to the floor.
Solara fidgeted.
Celestaria looked like her halo was going to crack.
Lux leaned back at last, totally enjoying himself now.
"I don’t mind," he said, voice warm with wicked glee. "Really. If you want to play out your naughty fantasy about ... I don’t mind at all."
He spread his arms.
"I an, I can handle three goddesses at once." His smirk widened. "I promise I won’t disappoint you."
There it was.
Selena choked.
Solara slapped his arm—softly, not even real anger, just flustered rage.
Celestaria stood.
Fast.
Her face flushed, her aura crackling just faintly with suppressed lightning.
"Lux Vaelthorn," she said, trying to sound like an angry administrator and failing miserably. "You are—"
"—Irresistible?" Lux offered.
"—Unholy," she snapped.
He winked. "Thank you."
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