CHAPTER 285: YOU LIT THE FUSE

Chapter 285 – You Lit The Fuse

Naomi frowned gently. "What did it feel like?"

He exhaled, staring at the ceiling for a long moment before answering. "Like I had one thought. One single damn thought, looping in my skull until it drowned everything else." He turned his gaze back to her, eyes glinting. "I needed to cum. Just cum. Over and over. That was all that was in my head."

Naomi flushed crimson, hiding her face against his chest. "Lux!"

Rava groaned, her grin smug despite her wrecked state. "That... explains why I nearly drowned in my own juices. I thought you were trying to kill us."

"You’re still alive," he shot back with a smirk. "That’s called effective management."

Sira’s voice cut in, sharp and smooth as ever. "No. That’s called being a menace." She sat up slightly, glaring at him through strands of messy hair. "You dragged me. Pulled me back when I tried to leave. Like some... beast in heat."

Lux’s grin widened dangerously. "And you’re the one who triggered it, Sira."

Her eyes narrowed. "Excuse me?"

"You were the one who pushed me over," he said, his tone almost accusing but with that teasing edge only he could manage. "Riding me like you were trying to bankrupt me in one transaction. You lit the fuse."

Sira scoffed, crossing her arms—but her lips twitched, betraying the smallest crack in her pride. "Pride doesn’t back down, Lux. You should be grateful."

"Grateful?" he laughed hoarsely. "Sweetheart, I should invoice you for damages. Look at this bed. This mattress is a war crime. These sheets? Unsalvageable. Even Hell’s auditors wouldn’t touch them."

Naomi giggled into his chest.

Rava slapped one tentacle lazily against the bed in amusement.

And then—

A knock at the door.

The women stiffened instinctively, but Lux just groaned, dragging himself upright. "That’ll be Lyra. And dinner."

The door cracked open, and sure enough—Lyra entered, perfectly composed, servants behind her carrying food trolleys. Steam rose from covered dishes, the faint scent of soup, porridge, and roasted meat filling the room. She paused only a second at the sight of the wreckage—the collapsed bedframe, the ruined sheets, the bodies draped across Lux like fallen angels.

Her professional mask didn’t break, but Lux swore he saw her soul flinch.

"Dinner, sir," she said evenly.

"Bless you, Lyra," Lux groaned, sinking back into the pillows. "You’re saving lives tonight." He glanced at his women.

Lyra’s voice was calm, measured, but her eyes flicked over the wreckage again. "I also took the liberty of adding extra eggs for you, sir. And a protein shake. You... seem like you’ll need it."

Lux blinked. His lips twitched into a grin. "Uh... yeah. Yeah, I definitely need it. Thanks."

Her bow was crisp. "Rest well, sir. Ladies."

The door closed behind her, and silence fell for a moment, broken only by the faint clinking of porcelain. Lux dragged himself upright and pushed the food trolley closer to the bed with one hand, muscles groaning like an overworked stock market.

"There," he muttered, maneuvering the wheels into place like he was conducting a trade. "Bed banquet. No one moves, no one dies."

Rava let out a breathless laugh, sitting up with a tentacle reaching greedily toward a bowl. "Finally. Soup." She slurped it almost immediately, sighing like someone who’d been adrift for weeks. "Oh this is heaven."

Naomi accepted her porridge with careful fingers, blowing on it before taking a slow spoonful. Her eyes fluttered shut in relief. "Perfect. Exactly what I needed."

Lux plucked up his protein shake, twisting it open with a tired smirk. "I reduced to liquid assets. Tragic." He downed half in one gulp, coughed, then reached for the eggs like they were shares about to rise.

Sira’s tray had, of course, the bleeding steak and a glass of crimson wine. She cut into it with perfect posture, chewing like a queen who hadn’t just been pinned to sheets until she screamed. "This," she said calmly, "almost makes up for the indignity."

Lux arched a brow at her, biting into an egg. "Almost?"

She smirked, wine glass lifting. "Don’t get cocky."

"Bit late for that advice," Lux muttered around his food.

Naomi chuckled softly, leaning into his shoulder. "I still can’t believe you. You just... kept going. Like—"

"Like a storm," Rava supplied with a grin.

Sira gave him a long look.

Lux laughed, low and satisfied. "Yeah, well, you all survived. That’s what counts." He tapped the side of his protein shake. "Risk management."

Rava nudged him with a tentacle, smirking. "Barely survived. My legs still don’t work."

Naomi blushed, mumbling into her porridge. "Mine either."

Sira didn’t dignify it with words, only cut another piece of steak, her smirk all the answer he needed.

The room warmed with soft chatter as they ate. Clinking spoons. Occasional groans of relief. Lux passed dishes between them, stealing bites from Naomi’s porridge and Rava’s soup just to make them scowl and laugh. Sira let him try her wine but swatted his hand when he reached for her steak.

"Property rights," she said.

"Unfair market monopoly," he shot back, grinning.

By the time the trays were picked clean and the wine drained, the exhaustion had set in fully. Lux leaned back against the headboard, dragging Naomi under one arm and Rava under the other. Their heads rested against his chest, both already dozing, their breaths soft and even.

Sira remained awake longer, sipping the last drops of her wine before setting the glass aside. Her gaze lingered on him—sharp, unreadable, but softer than usual. She shifted closer, slipping under his free arm without a word.

Lux’s heart thudded once, hard. Not from the feral state, not from lust, but from something simpler. Something warmer.

He closed his eyes, lips curling into a tired smile as the weight of three women pressed against him. Sheets tangled, the scent of food and sex still lingering, the faint hum of satisfaction filling the air like a lullaby.

"Alright," he murmured softly, half to himself. "Dinner done. We sleep. Market opens again tomorrow."

Naomi hummed sleepily against his chest. Rava’s tentacle curled around his wrist like a bracelet. Sira smirked faintly even as her eyes drifted shut.

And Lux finally let himself drift off, tangled in warmth, chaos, and the sweetest dividends imaginable.