NOVEL NEXT Chapter 305: Cast Away What Now?
One heartbeat.
Two.
Three.
Lux, sitting between them like the calmest storm in a white suit, oblivious to the full-blown goddess mental crisis happening right next to his smirking mouth.
Selena's lips parted, then closed again.
Solara blinked like she'd just been slapped by sunlight.
And Celestaria?
She hadn't moved. But her grip on the armrest was now tight enough to leave faint marks in the carved celestial wood.
Because oh.
Oh no.
Lux had just said it.
Sira is his partner now.
Contracted.
Intimate.
And while that might've sounded diplomatic… the subtext? The visuals? The implications?
They were goddesses.
But their minds were not holy.
Selena's fingers twitched. Her thoughts twisted like vines, wrapping around the inevitable—the image she couldn't stop from blooming.
Lux. Her Lux. The ever-composed, sharp-tongued incubus who knew exactly how to maneuver every boardroom, every soul deal, every dress code. Being tamed.
Not gently.
Not even romantically.
But in a way only Pride would ever attempt.
Sira didn't do gentle.
She did domination.
She did silk ropes and layered contracts, the kind written in sighs and signed in submission. She'd smile while tying him down. Purr sweet threats into his ear. Whisper clauses like "You're mine today. All of you. No exemptions. No appeals."
Selena flushed. Visibly.
Beside her, Solara was having the same problem.
And she hated it.
She was the sun. Brash, bold, radiant. She wasn't supposed to imagine things like Lux panting beneath Sira's heel, breath ragged, mouth parted, wrists restrained by golden pride-threaded cuffs that glowed with infernal script.
And yet?
Her cheeks were burning.
Her chest felt tight.
Her entire divine essence was rebelling at the image—but it still bloomed like wildfire.
Lux—their Lux—was so composed. Always carrying the weight of infernal finance and interrealm politics like it was part of his fashion statement. And now?
Now they pictured him being broken down slowly.
Not physically. Not really.
But emotionally. Sensually. Casually.
As if his pride was a toy. His body, a project. His moans, milestones on some twisted Pride satisfaction chart.
Selena's hand darted forward, gripping Lux's hand.
"I know you're a hardworking demon, Lux…" she said, her voice soft, trembling.
He blinked. Turned to her, confused. "Uh… thanks?"
But then Solara leaned in too. Her hand landed firmly on his shoulder, fingers tight enough to bite through his white suit if she wanted to.
"But you shouldn't cast away your dignity like that," she added, voice sharp, unyielding.
"Wait, what—?" Lux frowned. His brows pulled together, his confusion real and genuine. "Cast away what now?"
But they didn't answer.
They didn't want to answer.
Because in their minds, the scene had already spiraled beyond anything Lux could've imagined.
In Selena's head, Sira was seated on a throne of crushed gold and velvet, her fingers draped in jeweled pride-rings, her expression smug as she pulled a leash.
And at the end of it?
Lux.
Collar on.
Hands bound behind him, naked, knees spread wide, whispering a reluctant "Yes, Lady Sira…"
Selena twitched.
Solara groaned silently, pinching the bridge of her nose.
Because her version?
Worse.
Sira had blindfolded him.
Painted pride symbols across his chest with her nails, red and glowing. She made him say it—beg for it. Not in desperation.
In defeat.
"Say it, Lux."
"I'm yours. Say it."
"Say it while you beg."
Solara's core temperature spiked. She had literally seen war between angels and devils, and yet this made her almost combust.
And Lux?
He just looked between them in confusion, like he'd just walked into a strategy meeting and the whiteboard was filled with unspeakable sins instead of bullet points.
His eyes narrowed. "Okay. What the hell are you two imagining right now?" Lux felt they were imagining dirty things, but… he wasn't sure since both of them were goddesses.
Neither answered.
But both flushed.
And the worst part?
It wasn't just the thought of Lux being taken by Sira that rattled them.
It was that part of them wondered…
If he'd like it.
If he'd surrender that sharp tongue and cocky smirk just to hear her praise him. Just to make her happy.
And that was what hurt the most.
Because Lux? He was kind like that.
Soft in the edges of his cruelty. Dangerous, but caring. The kind of demon who would let himself be used if he thought it would benefit him or his empire.
Would he let Sira toy with him?
…Yes. He might.
And not because he was weak.
Because he played dangerous games with a tilted heart.
Selena wanted to shake him.
Solara wanted to drag him out of the contract, out of the bed, out of Sira's entire cursed aura.
But all they could do was sit there.
Burning.
Across the room, Celestaria was silent.
She hadn't said a word since Lux mentioned the contract. Since he smiled that charming smile, lips curved like a dagger tucked into velvet.
But inside?
Inside, Celestaria's holy fire was boiling.
She imagined something far darker than ropes and commands.
She saw Lux chained—not in bed—but in submission. Not playfully. Not even sensually.
Enslaved.
She saw Sira on top of him—not riding, but ruling. A whip in hand. Sharp heels pressing against his thigh. Her voice cruel.
"On your knees, incubus. Speak only when spoken to. Smile only when I allow."
Lux's eyes in her mind were glazed. Not broken—but dulled. That spark she respected so much, dimmed.
And that?
That broke something in Celestaria.
She clenched her jaw. Her nails bit into her palm.
'Damn her…'
'I won't let you…'
'I won't let you ruin him…'
Because Lux mattered. Not just as a strategic ally. Not just as the devil who held financial dominance over realms. But as someone real.
He was chaos, yes.
But he was good chaos.
She had watched him argue with pride lords without fear. Watched him donate quietly to mortal orphanages he never visited again. Watched him offer sarcastic encouragement to exhausted interns in Infernal Bank boardrooms.
She loved him.
And if Sira thought she could turn him into a glorified boy-toy in a pride dungeon?