Harem Startup : The Demon Billionaire is on Vacation-Chapter 683: Not Some Playboy Mortal

Chapter 683 – Not Some Playboy Mortal

Aelitha opened her mouth, a flicker of her earlier fire still there. "Are you trying to—"

But Lux’s glare stopped her cold.

It wasn’t rage. It wasn’t fury. It was worse than that. It was disappointment wrapped in a CEO’s stillness. Controlled. Polished. Precision weaponized.

And it hit like a slap.

Aelitha felt it all at once, her body chilled despite the late morning heat, her voice caught somewhere between throat and pride. That wasn’t the man she’d spent the night with. That man had chuckled and complimented her tail. That man had taken her with smooth words and teasing charm and a sinful touch that made her think he was hers.

But this man?

This was the real Lux Vaelthorn.

And she wanted him even more.

She hated that about herself.

Lux took a single step forward. It wasn’t fast. But it was enough to make her step back without realizing.

"Trying to what?" he asked softly.

His voice was like velvet dipped in poison.

"The case with Vincent is everywhere. Newsfeeds. TV. Broadcasted across the nations. The bastard confessed. Publicly."

He didn’t blink as he walked, calm and terrifying.

"Maybe," he added with just the hint of a smirk, "you should go join the other girls suing him and ask him for child support."

Aelitha’s breath hitched.

"This kind of dirty trap doesn’t work on me," Lux continued, voice now a murmur that couldn’t be picked up by cameras or recordings. "I’m not some playboy mortal you can cry-wolf against."

He leaned in closer. A shadow passed over his face, the mansion’s towering frame behind him casting him in gold-lined silhouette.

"And I," he whispered, "could make you disappear."

Aelitha’s pupils shrank.

"I could wipe your name from the registry. End your business. Ruin your credit across every bank. Your licenses? Revoked. Your brand? Buried under fake reviews and scandal articles. I could turn you into a cautionary tale before dinner."

His smile was still there. Beautiful. Lethal.

"I could make your life worse than Vincent’s. And he tried to steal my face."

Aelitha’s hands trembled, the weight of his words wrapping around her throat like a silk leash. She’d heard about Lux. Everyone had. But this wasn’t myth. This was firsthand.

He straightened, finally stepping back and glancing at the bystanders, her influencers, the reporters, even the blogger.

"And you guys?" Lux said, casually adjusting his cuff. "Better choose the right side."

His eyes gleamed.

"Or it could be bad for your reputation."

That was all he said. Then he turned around with zero interest in dramatic exits. Just quiet confidence. The kind that comes from knowing no one could touch him.

Fenrir followed without a word.

Behind them, the influencers whispered among themselves. One quietly turned her camera off. Another made a note to schedule a private meeting with her PR firm. Even the blogger looked pale.

Aelitha stood alone.

The wind picked up slightly, brushing her auburn hair into her face. Her ears drooped. Her tail stilled.

And as Lux’s mansion gates closed again, sealing the world behind him, she realized...

This man was nothing like the one she thought she seduced.

He was so much more.

And completely out of her league.

The gates hissed shut behind him with a satisfying click of ancient infernal locks. Lux didn’t look back. Not once. His shoulders rolled back, posture easy, like he hadn’t just threatened a lawsuit and soul-level annihilation on a fox influencer in front of half a dozen streaming devices. His aura simmered low now, back to that calm, slow-burning confidence that said, ’I’m fine. I just broke reality before breakfast.’

Fenrir followed close behind, still in his pressed black security uniform. He adjusted his earpiece, then said, "Also, one more thing, my lord."

Lux didn’t stop walking. "What now?"

Fenrir held out a sleek black envelope with a red wax seal bearing a delicate winged crest. "This came in the mailbox. Physical delivery."

Lux took it, brow raised, breaking the seal with one thumb. His eyes scanned the elegant script inside. Gold ink. Handwritten. Expensive.

He muttered, "Great..."

[Invitation: The Avariel Gala]

Location: Everwing Spire Hall.

Date: Day After Tomorrow, 14:00

Lux sighed. "Fine. I’ll attend it."

Fenrir nodded. "Should I tell the driver?"

"Yes," Lux said, waving him off as he walked deeper into the mansion. " And now don’t disturb me. I have something more urgent."

Which meant... Sira. Bed. Finish what the fox woman interrupted.

The temperature changed slightly as he moved into the grand hallway, passing tapestries and infernal art, down the curve of the main stairs, past the quiet hum of cleaning puppets and scented charms floating through the air.

But the moment he passed the kitchen?

He stopped. Dead in his tracks.

Then took three slow steps backward.

And cringed.

"Oh my Infernal King..." Lux muttered, eyebrows scrunching.

There... at the corner counter, was Zehar.

The damn ancient slime was trying to operate the coffee machine.

Clumsily.

Two stubby pseudopods prodded the buttons. One had already knocked over the sugar jar. Steam hissed from the wrong valve. The entire top of the machine had been bent open like Zehar had tried to eat it. A faint hum of arcane frustration filled the room.

Lux stepped in slowly like approaching a child holding a loaded crossbow. "Are you... trying to make coffee?"

Zehar froze.

Then swiveled one half-solid eye toward Lux and immediately jumped like a guilty raccoon. "PU!"

He hissed. Or groaned. Or whatever combination of noise he made when he got caught doing something deeply un-overlordlike.

Lux crossed his arms. "You want it or not?"

Zehar pulsed. Slowly. Then nodded once. An embarrassed blorp of surrender.

"Fine." Lux rolled up his sleeves. "Out of the way."

He reached past the slime, punched in the proper sequence, replaced the capsule Zehar had accidentally melted, added a drop of liquid mana and a spoonful of caramel, because yes, even demonic CEOs enjoy flavor, and waited for the hiss and drip of the brew.

Steam wafted. The scent of roasted infernal bean filled the space.

Lux picked up the finished cup and handed it to Zehar.

The slime stared. Then, like before, took it in one gulp.

Cup and all.

Lux blinked. "Happy now?"

Zehar gurgled. Bubbled. Vibrated.

Then started expanding.

Lux took a step back.