Harem Startup : The Demon Billionaire is on Vacation-Chapter 617: Elites of Hell

Chapter 617 – Elites of Hell

"I can’t believe you are crazier than me," Eros huffed, arms crossed as the elevator groaned its way downward.

Lux didn’t even look at him.

"Uh huh," he said simply, eyes locked on the Greed system floating in front of him like a living interface. Transparent panels shimmered mid-air in front of his face, and his fingers moved so fast they blurred. Type, flick, sign, approve, slide, next. His expression was neutral, sharp, detached, and fast. Too fast.

Even now.

Even now, after the mountain of sex, after bleeding his seed into his women until they collapsed in blissful unconsciousness, after nearly getting dragged into another round by Ely just minutes ago...

Lux was working.

Eros leaned back against the elevator wall with a half-annoyed, half-admiring exhale. "You’re a freak."

Lux didn’t respond. His fingers kept moving.

Emails. Announcements. Contract terms. Digital ledgers. A brief reply to the Upper Realm that he was not, in fact, dead or kidnapped or lost in another realm again. He even added an official CFO seal and a smiley face.

He had maybe thirty seconds before the elevator dinged. And he was going to squeeze every second dry.

"I’m catching up," Lux said without looking up.

Eros raised an eyebrow. "Your women are literally glowing from orgasms and broken furniture and you’re doing infernal paperwork."

Lux’s fingers never slowed. "Work is work."

Lux slid his hand to the side, reshaping the screen into a smaller ribbon. His Greed System purred, pulsing lightly with golden shimmer.

[Fiscal Flow Restored]

[Political Ledger Synced]

[All Missed Upper Realm Queries: Replied]

"See?" Lux muttered. "I told you. Still alive. Still efficient."

Eros chuckled. "I thought you’d changed. Fully embraced Lust. But nope. Still a greedy bastard."

"I won’t deny that."

-Ding!

The elevator chimed like it was announcing the second coming of someone very rich and very dangerous.

The doors opened with a soft hiss.

Lux swung his hand sideways and the system collapsed into a single black-gold sigil hovering above his palm before vanishing entirely.

He stepped out.

Eros followed.

It looked like they just came out of a storage room. A literal maintenance hallway tucked behind the grandeur of the main reception atrium of Lust’s infernal palace. The entrance, all black marble and shimmering obsidian veined with pride-colored gold and red, greeted them like it belonged in a museum. The scent of hellfire roses and polished brimstone lingered in the air.

A pair of staff members stood at the check-in.

One was a tall demoness in a crisp velvet uniform with a clipboard. The other was a bulky guy in gold-laced armor with a ceremonial glaive and very little patience.

"Invitation, please," the woman said.

Eros gave her a look.

A long one.

"...You seriously don’t know who I am?"

Her eyes stayed neutral. "Name?"

"I’m Eros Vaelros. Crown Prince of Lust. Lord Asmo’s grandson."

The male demon shifted slightly. The woman didn’t.

Lux snorted. Quietly. But not quietly enough.

"You forgot to add ’ex,’" he murmured.

Eros frowned. "Excuse me?"

Lux gestured lazily with two fingers. "You threw that title away when you decided to shack up with your bride in the mortal realm, remember?"

"Temporarily," Eros snapped. "I never said I threw it away forever."

"Mmhm."

"Royal or not," the woman said without blinking, "we still require your invitation."

Eros clicked his tongue. "Fine."

He lifted his shirt.

Then tugged the waistband of his pants down just enough to reveal the glowing red sigil just above his V-line. The ancient mark of Lust. It flared like molten gold, etched in flesh.

The woman’s expression didn’t change, but she nodded. "You pass. Next time, bring the invitation."

Eros muttered something unholy under his breath.

The staff turned to Lux. "Now you."

Lux deadpanned. "I’m literally the CFO—"

"Don’t give me that bullshit," she cut in.

The guy with the glaive just grinned.

Eros howled with laughter. "Eat that shit!"

Lux closed his eyes. Exhaled. Then opened his system with a flick of his wrist. A golden screen hovered in the air, sleek and customized. His fingers slid along the edge until a digital envelope appeared, marked with Asmo’s overly embellished crest.

Greed System purring.

Then... he pulled.

Literally.

From the screen.

And just like that, the invitation became real. Physical. Gold-trimmed. Heavy. He handed it to her without blinking.

The woman raised one eyebrow. "System to matter conversion. Greed locked. Very rare. Smart."

"I try," Lux said dryly.

She stamped it. "Go ahead."

As they walked past the threshold, Lux rolled his eyes. "You could’ve just used your charm to get us in."

Eros scoffed. "Charm’s for foreplay. This was funnier."

They passed through the outer corridor, light dimming slightly as they entered the main hall.

Music floated in from the ballroom beyond. Soft, slow, sultry. The scent of pheromones, rose liquor, burnt incense, and arousal hit like a gentle slap to the senses. The Lust Court never did anything halfway.

The walls were polished obsidian, veined with ruby essence. Portraits of former Lust Lords and Ladies, most half-dressed, smiled from their frames. Above them, silk draped from the ceiling like clouds dipped in sin.

And beyond that?

The gala.

Dozens of figures already mingled. Elites of Hell. Old money. New money. Ancient power. Wings, horns, tails, feathers, fur, smoke. The beautiful. The deadly. The envious.

Lux adjusted his collar. "So. What did Asmo say this was about again?"

Eros shrugged. "Formally? A cultural gala. Celebrating the seventy-seventh decade since the Lust Court opened relations with Envy House."

"And informally?"

Eros smirked. "He’s showing off. He said he wants to ’introduce the new wave of infernal leadership’."

Lux raised a brow. "That’s code for matchmaking, isn’t it."

"Oh, absolutely."

"Great," Lux muttered. "Just what I need. Demon debutantes and thirsty nobility."

"Hey," Eros said, grinning. "At least you’ll have a full hydration bar this time."

Lux stopped walking.

Eros stopped too. "What?"

"I’m going to kill Asmo if he tries to match me with someone."

"He already told everyone you’re off limits."

Lux blinked. "He did?"