Chapter 751 – You’re Full of Yourself
She didn’t argue.
He pressed one last slow kiss against her temple before gently lowering her feet back to the floor.
Mira’s legs were still slightly weak.
She steadied herself with one hand against his chest while the other tugged her dress back down into place. The fabric was wrinkled, slightly displaced, carrying the warmth of what just happened.
"You," she muttered while fixing the neckline, "are dangerous."
Lux didn’t bother to reach for his clothes yet.
Water still clung faintly to his shoulders. Steam drifted lazily around him. He stood there completely unbothered by modesty, watching her with a satisfied, lazy sort of pride.
"Remind ," she continued, smoothing her hair, "not to ss you around like that anymore."
"Why?" he asked lightly.
She shot him a look.
He grinned. "I like it when you tease and touch here and there."
She rolled her eyes.
"And I like when I make you sll like for the day," he added.
That made her pause.
He stepped closer, brushing his fingers lightly along her waist, not aggressive now. Slow. Claiming.
"Believe ," he whispered, voice dropping lower near her ear, "today will be smooth for you."
She tilted her head slightly.
"Oh?"
"Yes."
He leaned in closer, lips brushing just beneath her ear.
"Because you sll like . And I’m Greed."
Her cheeks ward faintly.
"All your negotiations will go well. All your business etings? Effortless."
She smirked faintly.
"You’re full of yourself."
"Correct."
She turned her head and kissed him again. Slower this ti. Not hungry. Just... sealing it.
"It better be," she murmured.
Then she stepped back, fully composed now, dragon heiress mask back in place.
She left without looking back.
Lux stood there a mont longer, then finally picked up his clothes.
He dressed casually. Dark fitted shirt, open collar. Slim trousers. Nothing too formal. Vacation mode still technically active. Just polished enough to look expensive.
He walked back into the main hall where morning light had shifted slightly warr.
Naomi was already gathering docunts. Rava had changed into sothing sharp and professional. Ely was slipping into her professional attire. Mira reappeared downstairs as if nothing happened.
Sira stood near the doorway, already in Pride attire, expression calm but tight.
"Leaving?" Lux asked casually.
"Yes."
He stepped closer.
"Rember."
She nodded once.
"I know."
Infernal politics first. Emotion later.
He gave her a faint smirk.
"Don’t burn anything."
"No promises."
She disappeared in a flare of subtle infernal light.
Lux glanced upward briefly toward the ceiling.
Lullaby’s door was closed.
He knew she wasn’t just sleeping.
He could feel the faint ripple of dream-magic in the air. Sloth realm frequency. She was communicating through the dream layers, likely talking to her father’s domain indirectly.
He smiled faintly.
Efficient girl.
"Well," he muttered to himself.
The mansion quieted as the others left for their respective duties.
Dating heiresses while on vacation mode really was a logistical issue.
He rolled his shoulders once.
"I guess I have ti before Avariel’s gala."
He opened a portal casually in the middle of the hall.
The space folded.
Light shimred.
He stepped through... and landed directly in the middle of a garden.
Sunlight. Vines. Blossoming flowers. Floating pollen in the air.
And loud sounds.
"OH~ YES! Harder!"
Lux froze.
Deadpan.
Eros was in the middle of the garden.
Not just standing.
Not just talking.
Very clearly engaged with his elf bride, Azithra in a ’very enthusiastic workout’ session.
Azithra’s hair spilled over the stone bench behind her. Her fingers were gripping Eros’ shoulders tightly. Eros looked very much not interrupted.
Lux stared.
"...Seriously?"
Eros glanced over his shoulder.
"Oh. Cousin."
He didn’t stop moving.
"Perfect timing."
Lux blinked slowly.
"You built a mansion. With rooms. And you chose the garden."
Eros grinned broadly.
"Nature enhances stamina."
Azithra looked over Eros’ shoulder and gave Lux a faint wave.
"Good morning, Lux."
"Morning." He folded his arms.
"Can you wait?" she said.
Eros laughed. "I’m in the middle of a workout. We are."
"Clearly." Lux pinched the bridge of his nose.
Eros glanced at him, grin wide and entirely shaless. "You look disturbed. Should I return your portal point to the gates?"
Lux didn’t even turn around. "No. I’ll wait. This is normal for us." He gestured vaguely toward the garden chaos behind him. "We are incubi after all."
Eros barked out a laugh. "Five minutes. I’m on my last set."
Azithra’s breath hitched behind Lux again, soft but escalating, the rhythm of movent picking up. Lux focused very hard on the bright violet flower in front of him.
It was a very nice flower.
Healthy petals.
Good symtry.
Behind him, Eros sounded deeply focused. Azithra’s voice climbed higher, then broke into a sharp, breathless cry. There was a final surge of movent and then...
Silence.
Well.
Relative silence.
Azithra let out a soft, satisfied laugh.
Lux stared at the sky.
He could have teleported anywhere.
He chose here.
This was absolutely his fault.
Eros finally stepped away, sounding entirely refreshed. "Done."
Lux didn’t turn imdiately.
"You could’ve warned ."
"You appeared mid-set," Eros replied lightly. "That’s on you."
Lux turned slowly now.
Azithra was already adjusting her dress, calm as ever, hair falling neatly over her shoulders like nothing chaotic had just happened.
Eros rolled his shoulders once, stretching lazily.
"So," he continued casually, like this was a tea party, "what brings you here?"
Lux gestured vaguely.
"Existential crisis. Power scaling. Potential assassination attempt."
Eros nodded thoughtfully.
"Ah. Tuesday."
Lux stared at him.
"You are impossible."
"And you ca to ."
Fair.
Lux turned slightly to give them so space as Azithra finished composing herself. He studied the garden again while steam from earlier still clung faintly to his skin.
"So what do you need," Eros asked, tone shifting just slightly more serious.
Lux exhaled slowly. "A talk." He paused. "Since this is also related to Lust House."
That got Eros’ attention.
The grin faded just a fraction.
Azithra glanced between them.
"Who?" Eros asked.
Lux nodded once.
"The King and Lord of Debt."
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