Chapter 34 – NSFW Rated Live Performance
'Guess they'll make their move later.'
His eyes lingered on the glass wall, still faintly reflecting the outlines of four powerful heiresses pretending to look away while failing miserably.
'Or maybe…'
A sly smirk tugged the edge of his lips.
'Maybe I will.'
Yeah. Maybe he would make the first move. They weren't the only ones who knew how to play the game.
But not now.
Not yet.
Because right now?
His attention shifted.
Back to Naomi.
Lux glanced down at the girl still wrapped around his waist, still flushed, still visibly recovering from the kiss—and more importantly, the pact.
She was breathing steady, her hands no longer trembling, her aura stable.
'Okay... she's fine, right? She's not gonna suddenly turn into an emotionally unstable succubus or something?'
He tilted his head.
Peeked.
Naomi looked…
Settled.
Her gaze had clarity. A soft calmness, even with the warm glow still pulsing faintly under her skin. The mark had fully integrated—no side effects. No mental collapse. No demonic influence spiraling out of control.
Perfect.
Then—
[Yay! You just used your first Devil's Blessing! We should totally celebrate! Like summon champagne rain or throw a soul-rave in your name!]
[Also, should I report this to your dad? I bet he's gonna be so proud! Baby Vaelthorn is coming soon! Yay, legacy points!]
Lux's left eye twitched.
'Nope. You know how annoying my dad is! What if he drags me back to the infernal court and orders me to breed like I'm some kind of rat demon?! That's not legacy! That's a nightmare!'
[But it would boost family prestige—]
'Let me have this moment, okay?!'
[Tsk! Fine! Spoilsport.]
Lux exhaled.
The System needed to chill.
Or get laid.
But then—
Naomi stirred.
Her hands flexed lightly, then tightened around his waist.
"Lux…" she whispered.
"Mmm?" he murmured back, distractedly brushing a stray lock from her cheek.
Her fingers trailed down his abs—slowly, deliberately. Her palm lingered, fingertips teasing his skin through the fabric of his shirt.
Then—
Her hand went lower.
Lux's breath hitched.
Her fingers cupped.
"Oh," he said, his voice a little too calm. "That's—"
Grip.
His smile froze.
She had him by the… yeah.
Right there.
His cock.
In public.
Under starlight.
He didn't move.
Didn't breathe.
[Ah, yeah… minor detail I forgot to mention!]
[The Devil's Blessing has a… uh… stimulating effect. It's based on your incubus bloodline, so technically you just injected her with, like, concentrated primal affection magic.]
'You WHAT?!'
[You didn't ask.]
'WHO WOULD THINK TO ASK THAT?!'
Naomi's lips brushed against his jaw now, feather-light. Her breath was hot.
"Lux…" she moaned again, kissing the underside of his ear.
Her eyes were glazed.
Cheeks red.
Hands very bold.
This wasn't subtle.
Not anymore.
And now he could feel it too—her body heat spiking, her mana pulsing like a second heartbeat.
Naomi Delacour, Heiress to the Mogul hotel Empire, was currently at risk of turning the top floor of the Sovereign Grand Hotel into an NSFW rated live performance.
Lux froze.
The temptation was there. His instincts screamed to let it happen. His body agreed. The Incubus part of him wanted to kiss her senseless right here, right now, in front of every heiress watching.
But the other part?
The part that had been raised by two chaotic demonic royals who taught him to avoid paparazzi at all costs?
Yeah.
That part took over.
Lux cleared his throat.
"Okay," he exhaled, scooping Naomi into his arms like a royal bride about to be carried across the threshold. "We need to go."
She gasped softly but didn't protest.
Didn't even blink.
Her arms curled around his neck.
He turned to the glass wall, eyes locking with the girls again. He didn't even blink.
"I'm excusing myself," he said coolly, voice carrying just enough through the glass to be heard.
And then he turned.
He walked.
Like a damn prince.
Or a devil taking his prize.
Silk shifted against Naomi's body with each step. Her heels dangled, forgotten. Her cheeks flushed deeper.
Inside the lounge—
Rava choked.
Elyndra blinked rapidly.
Fiera clutched Mira's sleeve like the sky was falling.
And Mira?
Mira just… stared.
Expression unreadable. Brain spinning.
They watched Lux vanish down the corridor, Naomi glowing in his arms like a sanctified offering to sin itself.
None of them said anything.
Not at first.
Then—
"...I think I'm going to die," Rava whispered.
"That's not legal," Fiera mumbled. "Like... he's too smooth. There has to be a clause against that kind of behavior."
"I need water," Elyndra muttered.
"No, you don't," Mira snapped. "You need to track the elevator feed."
"Mira!" the three hissed in unison.
But she was already tapping her phone, pulling up the hotel's internal security hub.
"I have a contact. I want to know which room he's staying in."
"Why?!"
"Strategic insight," Mira said without blinking. "Also maybe—maybe—to learn what makes Naomi scream like that."
The girls all flinched at once.
Because, yeah…
That sound just now?
Naomi had definitely let out a moan when Lux whispered something to her on the way out.
Probably something unholy.
Rava dropped her forehead to the table.
"I swear if she comes back with hickeys I will kill someone."
"I wanna be possessed like that," Rava sighed dreamily.
"You said you hated men," Elyndra reminded her.
"I was uninformed!"
Meanwhile—
Lux arrived at the top-floor suite.
And the moment it did—
Lux walked in like he owned the whole hotel.
Because he did.
Technically.
Naomi stirred in his arms, her eyes fluttering open.
She blinked.
They were alone.
The scent of sandalwood and dark rose hung in the air. Soft classical jazz played from speakers. Warm lights glowed overhead.
She swallowed.
"Lux…" she murmured again.
He smiled faintly. "Yes?"
She blinked slowly. "...Did I just… grab you?"
"You did."
"And you didn't drop me?"
"I would never."
She exhaled, leaning against him.
"Good," she whispered. "Because I'm not done."
Lux's smirk returned in full force.
But before he responded—
[WARNING: Emotional instability detected in marked target. Cause: Overwhelming Pleasure Surge. System suggests application of calming touch, gentle praise, or sexual release.]
Lux glared upward.
'I know how to handle this, thank you.'
[Would you like me to generate pillow talk scripts?]
'SHUT UP.'
Naomi's lips were already on his throat.
Warm.
Desperate.
Needful.
Lux closed his eyes for a second.
Yeah.
He really had to fix this.
But also?
Maybe not right away.
Because the Devil's Blessing had worked perfectly.
Too perfectly.
And somewhere, deep in the back of his mind?
His father was probably smiling.
And planning the baby names.