Harem Startup : The Demon Billionaire is on Vacation

Chapter 621 – Product

Lux turned.

Straightened his shoulders.

Let his aura unfurl just a little.

And walked back into the crowd.

But this time?

He wasn’t just the CFO of Hell.

He wasn’t just the prodigy.

He wasn’t just the one holding everything together.

He was Lust and Greed.

And yet...

That was the problem.

Because while the room finally felt like it belonged to him, the people in it? Not so much.

They approached him like they were circling a vault. Like his skin was gold-wrapped credit. Like his smile came with terms and conditions. Like his cock came with stock options and a bonus clause if they moaned loud enough.

They thought the marks on his skin were proof.

Proof that Lux Vaelthorn could be seduced.

That someone had already done it.

That maybe, just maybe...

He could be tamed.

Not with power.

Not with threats.

But with lust.

So they tried.

Lux kept his expression polite.

Professional.

Polished.

Something he’d perfected over years of negotiation tables, treaty meetings, cross-realm transactions, and infernal tax reform summits. His default setting. When his brain clicked into Greed-mode, it just happened.

Smile, charming but safe.

Eyes half-lidded, just bored enough to seem exclusive.

Shoulders loose. Aura trimmed back to ”please invest responsibly.”

Like a walking bank with a demonic face.

He could see them.

The courtier demoness with perfectly carved cheekbones who ran the Envy-Hellskin fashion syndicate. She leaned close and whispered in his ear about ”collaboration” while her thigh brushed his. Her smile never reached her eyes.

The twin succubi offering him wine, both draped in gold-thread lingerie, voices sweet but coded with bartering tones.

”If you like this vintage, we’d love to show you what our vineyard can offer.” Their aura tasted of polished charm and credit lines. Not Lust. Just pitch.

The diplomat from House Envy, female, sharp suit, sharper eyes, smiling with wine-stained teeth. ”Lord Vaelthorn. We’ve been meaning to discuss a border exchange clause. Perhaps over something more... intimate.”

Lux let them talk.

Let them touch.

Let them lean.

But he didn’t lean back.

And that was the difference.

Because they didn’t want him. They wanted what he meant. Access. Approval. Extra budget. Soul Credit backing. A quick fuck that came with quarterly dividends.

He let one of the twins press a hand against his chest.

Her fingers grazed a faint hickey just above his heart.

”Oh my,” she cooed. ”I didn’t realize Lust left such marks.”

”Depends who you sleep with,” Lux said, tone light.

She giggled. Her sister leaned in closer, lips almost brushing his ear. ”Do we... stand a chance of impressing you tonight?”

Lux tilted his head slightly.

Internally?

He sighed.

Externally?

He smiled that same CFO smile.

”Impress me? Maybe.”

”Tempt me? Try again next fiscal cycle.”

And that was the truth.

He wasn’t turned on. Not even a little.

They were beautiful. Gorgeous even. Polished and perfect and practiced.

But they weren’t his.

They weren’t Naomi, who held his hand without asking for diamonds.

They weren’t Rava, who teased him just to see if he’d fight back.

They weren’t Sira, who screamed at him for being arrogant and kissed him harder for it.

They weren’t Mira, who challenged his logic and rode him like a dragon claiming treasure.

They weren’t Ely, who moaned like a queen and blushed like a schoolgirl.

They weren’t Lullaby, who whispered soft truths in his ear while he held her tiny sleeping form.

They weren’t real.

They were strategy.

And it showed.

Even Asmo, across the ballroom, watched him with a deepening scowl. Not at Lux, but at the court. His court. And now? A room full of demons that saw Lust as a ladder and Greed as a gatekeeper.

Asmo exhaled through his nose, lips twisting. He muttered something like ”f**king vultures” under his breath and grabbed another drink.

Meanwhile, Eros?

Oh, he was still Eros.

Still the Lust crown prince.

Still radiating enough raw sex appeal to make paint peel off the ballroom columns.

Women and men alike swarmed him.

”Lord Eros~ why did you stay in the mortal realm so long?”

”Don’t you miss us?”

”When will you return permanently? Even just for one... wild night?”

Eros laughed. Flirted. Wiggled his brows. Drank.

But shockingly... stayed clean.

”I’m only fucking my bride,” he said casually, sipping his drink, not even looking flustered.

”But you’re a Lust prince!”

”Yeah,” he said. ”Not a Lust whore.”

Lux overheard that. Choked on his wine.

Eros grinned at him across the room. ”See? We can have standards.”

Lux raised his glass in mock salute. ”Don’t tell Asmo.”

”Too late,” Asmo called from the side, loud enough to interrupt several conversations. ”You’re both disappointments.”

The room laughed.

But underneath the jokes, Lux could feel it.

Something bitter.

Something hollow.

He stood there, still surrounded by admirers, still accepting compliments, still being wanted.

And yet...

He wasn’t desired.

Not really.

Not for him.

Not for the bastard son of Lust and Greed who got tied to beds and healed through touch and held his girls when they cried. Not the man who woke up tangled in limbs and tentacles and pride and dragon heat. Not the one who wanted to belong, not just be wanted.

He missed them.

Already.

He missed belonging.

Here?

He was a product.

Valuable.

Powerful.

Profitable.

But not loved.

He turned slightly, enough to break the circle of seductive diplomats still trying to flirt their way into a trade treaty.

He spotted Eros again.

Caught his cousin watching him.

Their eyes met.

Lux raised a brow.

Eros tilted his head, subtly, like he was asking ’You good?’

Lux hesitated. Then nodded.

Lied.

And smiled.

Because that’s what Greed did.

Gave just enough to stay in control.

Took just enough to keep others wanting.

Faked it when he had to.

He wasn’t angry.

Not even bitter.

But a little sad?

Yeah.

Maybe.

Still, he stood taller.

Still smiled.

Still played the game.

Because that’s what they saw.

The CFO.

The heir.

The royal product of two ancient legacies.

He wore the title like a tailored suit.

Right when he was about to leave another shallow conversation with some Envy diplomat who kept flirting through trade offers and soul bond clauses.

[Emotional Signal Detected – Category: Attraction]

[Sin Signature: Envy]

[Source Location: Estimated 15.2 meters. Status: Genuine]

[Warning: Subject attempting to suppress emotional output]