Harem Startup : The Demon Billionaire is on Vacation-Chapter 618: #Stonk

Chapter 618 – #Stonk

Eros smiled. "Yeah. He said, and I quote ’Lux is a walking contract bomb wrapped in sex. If you can afford him, you’re not smart enough. If you’re smart enough, you’re too scared.’"

Lux laughed once. "Sounds like him."

"Don’t make me regret dragging your ass here," Eros said.

"You didn’t drag me. He dragged me. Difference."

"Minor."

They both paused at the entrance to the ballroom.

Ahead of them, Asmo’s court was already in full swing. Demons danced. Others lounged with drinks in hand. Whispers floated in the air like perfume. The moment Lux entered, the temperature subtly shifted.

Eyes turned.

Conversations slowed.

One by one, the crowd began to notice.

Lux Vaelthorn.

Alive.

Glowing.

Dressed like he owned the floor.

Cocky smile in place.

And definitely not dead.

He stepped forward, exuding charm and danger in equal measure.

And somewhere deep in the Lust Court, Asmo smiled.

It was about to get interesting.

The moment Lux crossed into the main ballroom, it was like throwing a match into a wine-soaked forest.

Heads turned.

Eyes widened.

Conversation halted mid-word.

And then the murmurs started.

Soft. Hushed. Rapid-fire.

"Is that...?"

"That’s Lux."

"He came?"

"No way—"

"Oh hell, look at his neck—"

"Is that a hickey?"

"No. That’s five hickeys. That’s a trail."

"That’s definitely a bite mark on his chest... oh my Lust, someone marked him there?!"

"Wait, is that lipstick... on his abs?"

Phones and enchantment lenses activated all around him. Demons with glowing eyes and thin, pointed fingers snapped photos, whispered audio messages, started sending updates directly into the infernal net. Hashtags were forming in real time.

#LuxReturns

#CFOofChaos

#MarketisSaved

#Stonk

He kept walking. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Unbothered.

Unapologetic.

The floor under his polished boots was a black opal blend with glittering red veins. Music hummed in the background, lazy and sultry, but it had become white noise now, because the only thing anyone cared about was him.

He looked like sin dressed in gold. And he wasn’t even trying.

No tie. Just that open infernal jacket resting on his shoulders like a cloak, the inside lined with soul-stitched embroidery that shimmered when he moved.

And his skin?

A map of debauchery.

Bite marks along his collarbone. Hickeys down one side of his ribs. One claw scratch dragged diagonally over his hip bone, fading red.

He was glowing.

Not with magic.

But with the aftertaste of lust. Of satisfaction. Of being used like a favorite toy, and loving it.

And every demon in the room could smell it.

They caught on fast.

"Oh f**k," someone whispered. "He wasn’t missing. He was busy."

"Is that... multiple scent layers?"

"Yeah. That’s Sloth. And Pride. And... wait, that’s Kraken magic. He f**ked a Kraken?!"

"I smell Slothline dream aura in there. That’s dangerous—"

Eros trailed behind him, amused and smug and sipping something red and fizzy from a cursed chalice like this was the best show he’d seen in decades.

"Good entrance," he muttered behind Lux. "Ten out of ten. Horny nobles are pissing themselves."

Lux didn’t reply.

He didn’t need to.

Because his presence was doing all the talking.

He passed by two Envy nobles, recognizable by their jade-green eyes and embroidered sashes. Their faces twisted in disbelief, one clutching his wine like it was a shield.

"Impossible..." one muttered. "He was off-grid for a week."

"Envy House sent diplomatic envoys to check if he was dead."

"Dead?" Lux muttered under his breath, letting a lazy grin curl at his lips. "Please. I was getting laid. Professionally."

Another camera flashed.

More whispers followed.

Lux scanned the crowd as he moved. He saw Asmo across the room, lounging on his personal throne-like chair atop a small dais. The Lord of Lust himself, wearing deep red velvet, a wineglass in one hand, and eyes that sparkled like a predator seeing its favorite sin return home.

The moment Asmo’s gaze met his, he lifted the glass slightly.

Lux gave a slow, two-fingered salute from his temple.

The crowd reacted like thunder rolling quietly through marble floors.

And then Asmo stood.

Just a little.

Enough to stretch.

He took a slow step forward, letting the music swell slightly. A new song began. One with more rhythm. A seduction beat.

Asmo didn’t need to raise his voice.

"Welcome back, kiddo."

Lux grinned. "Miss me?"

"You were never gone," Asmo said, descending the small stairs. "You were just very... very busy."

Another wave of hushed laughter rippled through the court. The tension lightened, but not really. Everyone was watching. The Underlords. The court spies. The Envy delegates. Everyone.

Lux tilted his head. "I was testing furniture durability. And stamina limits."

"Successful?"

Lux smiled. "The couch died. But I lived."

Asmo reached him and pulled him into a half-hug, their cheeks brushing like family used to disguising affection as dominance. His voice dropped, low enough only Lux could hear.

"You’re trending. Again."

"I should charge per photo."

Lux flicked a glance toward a group of Envy delegates. They were still watching him. Still whispering.

"You invited Envy?" he asked, arching a brow.

Asmo gestured lazily. "It’s our seventy-seventh decade of formal relations. If we don’t flex, they’ll think we’ve gotten soft."

"And me walking in, radiating sex and power, does what exactly?"

"Makes them remember why they envy us."

Lux chuckled. "Right. The usual demon diplomacy."

"F**k well. Look better. Smile slow. And leak just enough to drive them insane."

Lux sighed. "I swear half your foreign policy is built on foreplay."

Asmo raised his glass. "And the other half is manipulation. So go mingle. Smile. Remind everyone you’re not dead. Then disappear before someone tries to marry you off."

Lux didn’t move yet. He glanced sideways at Asmo, lips twitching slightly. "You’re still doing that thing where you talk like a party host but sound like a war general."

Asmo hummed. "Lux, this is war. Just with better lighting and more nipple visibility."

Lux snorted under his breath. "Sounds like your kind of battlefield."

Asmo gave a sly wink. "Where do you think you got it from?"

They stood side by side at the edge of the gathering, their silhouettes a mirrored echo, two infernal royals, relaxed but never truly unarmed. A thousand eyes watched them from across the ballroom, but in that moment, the space around them felt oddly quiet. Like the world gave them breathing room. Bloodline respect, maybe. Or fear.

Lux turned a little, facing his grandfather more directly. "You didn’t have to cover for me, you know."