Chapter 571 – LustNet
"Okay! Jeez!" Eros lifted his hands in surrender. "I didn’t know you were gonna give a lecture. Besides, you’re not random people! You’re family. You’re half Lust!"
Lux’s eyes twitched. Then narrowed. Then just... dimd. Like the light inside him turned off and rebooted in disappointnt mode.
"...Seriously?" he said. "That’s your argunt?"
Eros cringed. "Okay, yeah. I heard it. That sounded stupid."
"Unbelievably stupid."
"Like... rock licking levels of stupid."
Lux sighed deeply, shoulders rising and falling like a demon who regretted every blood tie in his ancestry tree. He glanced at the girls. "See? This is why I do everything myself."
Sira gave him a thumbs up and said, "Control freak."
"I’m right."
"And yet still a freak."
Lux rubbed his temples. Then turned back to Eros. "Fine. Just open it. Don’t transfer anything. Don’t log as a secondary. Just proxy my access and let borrow the gate for five minutes."
Eros nodded and stepped forward, dragging his finger across the nearest patch of air like swiping open a phone screen. "Say please."
Lux didn’t blink.
Eros deflated. "Okay, okay. No fun. I get it."
Lux lifted his hand, fingers slicing the air. Imdiately, several hologram screens shimred into existence around him, tall, rectangular panes of glowing erald light. The signature color of Greed.
The scent of old ink and gilded parchnt clung faintly to the air, a hallmark of Lux’s custom UI. Every screen flickered with neatly tagged data, contract threads, cross-realm audits, security layers. It pulsed, waiting.
Then Eros stepped forward, still half-dressed and barefoot, and pressed his palm to the central screen. His hand glowed with warm gold and soft blush, Lust magic woven into every line of his palm.
He whispered in infernal tongue. Sothing lodic and deep. And a wave of pink light rippled through the green screens like soone had just kissed money.
[Administrator Access Request – Secondary Anchor Authentication in Progress...]
The Greed system blinked. Paused. Then responded.
[Access Granted. Lust Node Proxy Detected. Network Stability: Stable.]
Lux exhaled. "Finally."
The air shifted.
Mana pulsed.
A thick set of pink-glowing hologram screens flickered into existence around Lux, swirling like petals caught in an info-storm. Each screen carried a label in elegant Lust script, expenditure logs, archive entries, contract ledgers, emotional resonance profiles, orgasm retention analytics, and several even labeled simply "Private: Do Not Open During Sex."
Lux muttered, "You really labeled sothing that obvious?"
"I forget things!" Eros yelled defensively.
Lux didn’t answer. He was already flicking through the windows like a man possessed.
Charts danced.
Logs scrolled.
Data surged like blood through an artery of sin.
One of the reports showed a spike in cross-realm stimulation efficiency due to "orgasm-linked contract clauses."
Another suggested rging the Lust Net sensory imprint database with Dreamscape projection layers for remote shared fantasies.
Lux made a strangled noise. "What the f*ck is half this crap—?"
He tapped his finger, summoned a side log, and started taking notes. Actual notes. Personal file creation.
Title "Suggested LustNet Corrections for Sanity."
He opened a blank screen and wrote so suggestions.
o Remove public access to orgasmic resonance logs
o Rena ’atstick trics’. Seriously?
o Limit access to voyeur contracts without triple authentication
o Fix formatting on the dream orgy feedback system
o Remind Eros what a professional interface looks like
He muttered each bullet under his breath as he typed, eyes twitching harder the deeper he dove. So of the interfaces had literal hearts and kiss marks on the tabs. One even had lipstick stains and a sparkly icon.
Lux tilted his head. "This whole network is horny."
"You’re welco," Eros said from the background where he was now lying back in the coffin again, arm behind his head, Azithra curled into his side looking far too satisfied.
"I hope I don’t end up like him," Eros muttered, watching Lux work. "All work. No play. Demon 404: orgasm not found."
Sira snorted and dropped onto a curved chaise made of sothing soft and suspiciously breathing. "Oh dear. This is going to take a while."
"I could nap," Lullaby said, already curling up with a sleepy moan into Sira’s lap like a content catgirl.
Sira idly stroked her hair, humming sothing low.
Ely, still a little stunned by everything, sat down too, her hands folded neatly in her lap. Her eyes hadn’t left Lux. Not once.
He looked... different like this.
Not the flirty demon prince. Not the slick negotiator. Not the exasperated antihero with a trauma harem.
Just Lux. In full work mode.
Focused. Sharp. Fast. Dangerous in a way that wasn’t about seduction or violence, but precision. Strategy. Purpose.
His fingers danced like he wasn’t just browsing a system but dissecting it with scalpels made of mana. Every flick, swipe, pinch, and hover ca with perfect intent.
Ely leaned toward Sira. "Is he always like this... when he’s working?"
Sira didn’t even look up. "Worse."
"Worse?"
"Way worse. He once rewrote a soul contract in the middle of an assassination attempt. Covered in blood. In his office. Still didn’t miss a clause."
Ely blinked. "That’s... impressive?"
"That’s Lux," Sira sighed. "He’s that kind of demon. Work is life."
On the other side, Lux made another sound of absolute disdain.
"What the hell is this budget report? Why is there a six figure expense labeled ’Midnight Moan Broadcast License’?"
Eros raised a hand. "Oh, that’s Lust main house’s."
"Why is it listed under religious outreach?"
"It was spiritual!"
Lux dragged a hand down his face.
Another screen popped up.
[Alert: System Sync Completed – Realmwide Survey Logged – LustNet ID: Administrator Lux V.]
"Oh good," he muttered. "The system recognizes ."
Sira deadpanned. "Maybe now you can delete the public p*rn donation pool."
"I wish. That thing has more protection spells than the Greed Vault."
"Don’t act like you didn’t donate to it once," Eros called out, grinning.
"I was drunk, and I thought it was a tax write-off," Lux hissed. "And it was for leverage. PR thing."
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