CHAPTER 276: SHAREHOLDERS & ASSETS

Chapter 276 – Shareholders & Assets

Sira leaned in. "So. We’ve all been talking..."

Lux nodded like this was a shareholder meeting. "Yeah?"

"And we think," Naomi said softly, "it’s time for... restructuring."

Lux blinked. "Restructuring?"

"Bond distribution," Rava added with a smile that was way too amused. "Emotional equity. Liquid assets."

Naomi smirked. "And dividends."

Lux held up a hand. "Okay, before you start auctioning off my weekends—"

"We already did," Sira cut in.

Naomi nodded. "Saturday is mine."

"Sunday’s mine," Rava added.

"And Friday," Sira declared, "is for Power Plays."

Lux blinked. "Power plays?"

"Spanking," she said with a smile.

He choked on air.

Sira sipped her wine. "Unless you prefer leverage."

Lux swallowed, face flushed despite himself. "Can I at least audit this system before implementation?"

"Nope," Naomi chimed. "We’re not shareholders. We’re the board."

"...and you’re the asset," Rava purred.

He grinned despite the panic buzzing under his skin. "You three are ridiculous."

"And coordinated," Sira said proudly. "Took effort."

Lux leaned back, sighing in defeat—but with a smile.

He was doomed.

Emotionally bankrupted.

But oh, the dividends were sweet.

And as he reached for a glass of wine—Naomi gently passed it, Sira winked, and Rava poured.

Lux took the glass with a murmured thanks, lips brushing Naomi’s fingers just because he could. Her pulse jumped. Sira noticed. Rava smirked.

Danger. Beautiful, well-dressed, lip-glossed danger.

He sipped.

Sweet, sharp, deep. Something spiced in it—cinnamon, aged lust, maybe a hint of blood-orange. Vintage Infernal. Good stuff.

"Both of you," he said calmly, setting the glass down with far more composure than he felt. "Should’ve told me you were coming. I could’ve told Lyra to prep more."

Rava and Naomi exchanged a look, shared a giggle, then leaned in with the kind of smile that made his metaphorical stock value rise and fall at once.

"We’re not just visiting," Naomi said sweetly. "We’re staying."

Lux choked on his drink.

Literally choked.

Coughed, turned his head, reached for a napkin, eyes wide like someone just threatened to short-sell his soul. "You’re what?"

"Staying," Rava repeated, drawing out the word like a temptress unrolling a contract. "Here. With you."

"From today," Naomi added, her tone gentle but final, like a merger deal already signed by the board.

Lux looked between them. His gaze bounced from Naomi’s coy smile to Rava’s teasing tilt, to Sira casually sipping wine like the ringleader of a well-planned acquisition.

"You’re not joking?" he asked carefully, voice still hoarse from surprise. "This isn’t—like—a trial offer with a refund window, right?"

Naomi reached across the table and gently took his hand. "No refunds."

His heart did something weird. Not just because of the words—but because of the certainty behind them. It hit something deep in him. Like... security.

Lux turned toward the fortress of boxes in his hallway. "Wait. So all those aren’t just Sira’s?"

Sira’s eyes flicked toward him, sharp and glittering. "What, you think my wardrobe’s that excessive?"

He opened his mouth.

Paused.

Closed it again.

Sira raised one perfectly arched brow.

"...No?" Lux said. "Of course not. Totally reasonable number of boxes. Just... surprised."

"They’re mine too," Naomi said, raising her hand like a proud co-conspirator.

"And mine," Rava added. "I had my wardrobe team pack everything labeled ’lounge’ and ’poolside.’ We’ll import the rest in waves."

He stared at her. "How. How did this happen so fast? I thought you were still in the evaluation phase."

Sira leaned forward, elbows on the table, cleavage framed like a stock chart rising steadily toward a climax. "Well~ I helped them."

"...You helped them?" Lux blinked.

She trailed her fingers over the rim of her glass. "That was the payment."

"For what?"

"For making me happy last night," she said, voice dropping like a secret whispered in a vault.

Lux cleared his throat. His lower body very much remembered that. It had involved ten broken furniture, one wrecked room, and a couple of pillows that still smelled like sin.

"But," Sira continued, "it came with... interest."

His instincts flared. "What kind of interest?"

Her smirk widened—dark, smug, lethal. "Allies."

She didn’t even have to say it. He knew. He knew what she meant.

Rava tilted her head innocently. "We’ve been talking."

"Coordinating," Naomi added.

"Sharing notes," Sira purred.

Lux felt like a CEO watching his board file a hostile motion to unionize his sex life.

"I want to hear your groans," Sira murmured, sliding her gaze across him like a blade laced with honey. "Your screams. I want to see the moment you forget who you are... forget that you’re Hell’s CFO..."

She leaned closer. "And just drown."

His breath hitched. Yeah, that made him horny despite he just tamed his libido.

Rava chimed in cheerfully, "Don’t worry, we’ll keep the paperwork minimal."

"You three are going to ruin me," he grinned, darkly.

Sira chuckled. "You say that like it’s a bad thing."

He looked at her, half-exasperated, half-turned on. "You’re insane."

"I know," she replied smoothly.

"...But I like it," Lux admitted.

They all grinned.

And that was when Rava casually added, "Don’t worry about logistics. We still have our drivers. They’ll pick us up whenever we need to go anywhere."

Lux blinked. "Drivers?" He snorted. "Come on, you think I’m going to let my women use basic mortal transport like peasant heiresses?"

He snapped his fingers. A ripple of green-gold light shimmered in the air beside them.

A green portal unfolded—sleek, glowing with infernal code. It was his dimensional storage, but this time, he needed to show off his collection. So yes, he opened it bigger than usual.

"I’ll summon drivers," Lux said proudly. "Buy a few cars. Hell, a dozen. Pick your poison. Demon-forged limos? Kraken-liner yachts with wheels? Pride-certified Rolls infernal? Anything. You name it."

Naomi giggled. "You’re spoiling us."

"Correction," Lux said, pulling out his list with a grin. "I’m investing in my future happiness and long-term satisfaction growth."

Rava smiled and swirled her wine. "Then you’ll want high-yield assets like us."

"I already filed the paperwork," he deadpanned.

Sira ran a finger down his arm. "Then you better start delivering... dividends."

Oh no.

That look.

He knew that look.

That was the ’thesis defense presentation in lingerie’ look. The ’I’ll climb you like a leveraged buyout and make you beg for bankruptcy’ look.

Naomi suddenly stood. "We should give him a tour."