Harem Startup : The Demon Billionaire is on Vacation

Chapter 939: Hot and Cold

Vizreel continued, because apparently he had chosen violence and packed supplies. "You act colder than usual. Then steal glances. Then look away. Then become professional."Selena’s face remained calm.

Her ears, however, betrayed a faint pink at the tips.

Vizreel pointed at her. "See?"

Selena said quietly, "You are making this worse."

"No. You made it worse. I am reporting the damage."

Celestaria lifted her tea. "I believe you are exaggerating."

Solara suddenly smiled. "He is charming."

Vizreel threw both hands slightly upward. "There. Finally. Honesty."

Solara leaned back, still smiling, though softer now. "That does not mean we will act on it."

Selena’s gaze lowered. "We know the situation."

Celestaria’s expression returned to something quieter. "Lux is already carrying enough complications."

Vizreel’s annoyance softened by a fraction. "Good. Then stop acting like complications with wings."

Solara laughed.

Selena looked offended, but only mildly.

Celestaria sighed, though her lips curved faintly. "That was unnecessary."

"It was extremely necessary."

For a moment, the tension eased.

Not gone.

Never gone.

Kaelmor was still moving.

The old order might be compromised.

Lux had just promised to burn Hell if Celestaria was touched, and all three divine women had reacted like their immortal hearts briefly forgot protocol.

But they were still themselves.

Still gods, archons, guardians.

Still responsible for a realm that could not afford emotional stupidity.

Vizreel leaned back.

"Like him if you want. Don’t let it make you sloppy."

Celestaria nodded slowly. "It won’t."

Selena’s voice was quiet. "It won’t."

Solara’s smile softened. "We know."

Vizreel looked at them for another long second.

Then grunted.

"Good."

A pause.

Then he muttered, "Because if that demon notices, he’ll pretend not to notice, which is even more irritating."

All three women went silent.

Vizreel stared.

Then groaned.

"He already noticed, didn’t he?"

Celestaria took a calm sip of tea.

Selena looked toward the window.

Solara smiled at the ceiling.

But they didn’t say a word.

Vizreel closed his eyes.

"Wonderful," he muttered. "Love. The ancient force that makes gods poetic, demons suicidal, and intelligent women stare at a walking financial disaster like he’s a sunset with abs."

Solara choked softly.

Selena looked away faster.

Celestaria’s cup stopped near her lips.

Vizreel opened one eye. "What? Too accurate?"

Celestaria sighed. "Too vivid."

"Good. Maybe vivid will help where wisdom failed."

Meanwhile, Lux stepped out from the portal.

And for once, Heaven did not spit him into a random park, an empty temple, a suspiciously clean alley, or some holy courtyard where birds sang like they had unionized against evil.

No.

This time, sunlight opened neatly in the middle of his own living room.

His mansion.

Lux stopped for half a second and looked around.

"...Huh."

Shocking.

A divine portal had delivered him exactly where he wanted to be.

He was almost impressed.

Almost.

Then a voice greeted him.

"Good afternoon, Greed."

Lux turned.

This voice was sweet.

Gula sat near the main lounge table.

Daughter of the Gluttony Lord.

Her hair looked like fluffy cotton candy. Not metaphorically. It had that impossible cloudlike texture, thick and soft and pastel, like someone had taken a carnival snack, blessed it with demonic bloodline privilege, and taught it royal posture. She wore a dress that looked casual at first glance, but Lux’s eyes immediately clocked the quality. Expensive fabric. Subtle enchantments. Flexible waist design.

Gluttony fashion.

Ready for a banquet or a massacre.

Possibly both.

She had a lollipop between her lips, swirling it slowly with obvious satisfaction. The stick shifted as she smiled around it. Near her, Sira lounged on one sofa like she owned the mansion through emotional conquest, and Lullaby sat beside her, sleepy-eyed and soft, hands folded around a pillow like it had legal importance.

Lux looked at the three of them.

Then at the portal closing behind him.

Then back at Gula.

His brain immediately changed gears.

Professional CFO mode slid over him like a tailored coat.

The smile appeared.

Controlled.

Warm enough to welcome.

Sharp enough to warn.

"Gula," Lux said, walking forward with measured ease. "You decided to visit me."

He stopped a polite distance away, inclining his head slightly.

"It’s a pleasure."

Sira immediately rolled her eyes. "Oh, he’s doing the business voice."

Lullaby blinked slowly. "I like the business voice," she murmured. "It sounds... expensive."

Lux glanced at her. "Thank you."

"That wasn’t praise."

"I received it as one."

Gula pulled the lollipop from her mouth with a soft pop and looked him up and down.

Her eyes lingered on the holy robe.

Then her smirk widened.

"What’s with that robe?"

Lux looked down.

Ah.

Right.

He was still wearing Heaven’s souvenir fabric. White, silver, gold-threaded, and annoyingly flattering. The robe still veiled his aura, which meant standing in his own mansion wearing it felt like wearing sunglasses indoors for dramatic effect.

Gula tilted her head. "Already become part of the Upper Realm?"

Lux sighed internally.

The branding issue had followed him home.

"Ah. Pardon me."

He lifted one hand. The robe loosened from his shoulders with a faint shimmer, holy threads folding neatly into light. A small dimensional slit opened beside him, dark-gold and silent, and he tucked the robe inside with the delicate care of someone storing a politically sensitive laundry problem.

"This is just a souvenir I got from them," Lux said. "PR strategy."

Gula’s eyes glinted. "PR strategy?"

"Yes."

"You mean Heaven gave you clothes so you look less demonic."

Lux paused. "...That is also accurate."

Gula leaned back and put the lollipop back between her lips. "You still act the same, Greed."

Lux’s smile remained polite. "That sounds like criticism."

"It’s observation."

"Worse."

She crossed one leg over the other, completely comfortable. Too comfortable. But then again, daughters of Sin Lords rarely asked permission to occupy space. They entered rooms and expected reality to rearrange around their appetite.

"Despite the king already making that announcement," Gula continued, "you still act like the CFO of Hell."

Lux’s expression did not change.

But something behind his eyes sharpened.

She continued lazily, "Even though you were never officially in that position. You only replaced your father temporarily."