Harem Startup : The Demon Billionaire is on Vacation

Chapter 926: Stolen Divinity

Lux’s mind moved.Fast.

Too fast.

"He’s afraid someone else has done it better."

Sira looked at him. "Done what?"

Lux’s eyes stayed on the log. "Stolen divinity."

Yue’s jaw tightened.

Lux continued, voice calm but colder now. "If the rumor says there’s an ancient lord stronger than Kaelmor because he consumed or bound a goddess, then Kaelmor has two problems."

He lifted one finger. "One, the existence of something stronger."

Second finger. "Two, the method."

Sira’s eyes narrowed. "Because he knows the method is possible."

Lux nodded once. "Because he has already used something similar."

Yue’s gaze shifted to him.

For a moment, the ancient dragon and the incubus CFO looked at each other without jokes between them.

Lux didn’t pity her.

She would hate pity.

He simply acknowledged the truth.

That was cleaner.

More respectful.

Yue looked back at the screen. "So you think he wants a goddess."

Lux’s smile thinned. "I think he wants full control over divine negotiation access. He wants direct proximity to Upper Realm power and remove me because I’m the current gatekeeper."

Sira’s voice lowered. "And if he gets access..."

"He may attempt to take what he believes he is owed."

Silence.

The mansion felt too peaceful for that sentence.

Sunlight still poured into the room. Coffee still steamed lightly on the table.

Lux hated that.

Not the danger.

Danger was normal.

He hated how quickly everything connected.

Abyss Lords.

Shadow Corridor.

Kaelmor.

Upper Realm.

Goddesses.

Contracts.

His soul.

His core.

He had wanted a vacation.

A real one.

A few month of rest, luxury, women, coffee, maybe a minor scandal that could be fixed with money and charm.

Instead, his vacation had become interrealm crisis management with lap interference.

Typical.

The system chimed again.

[Probability Assessment Updated]

[Likely Cause of Royal Announcement: 72.6%]

[Primary Driver: Fear of Ancient Lord Narrative]

[Secondary Driver: Desire to Control Upper Realm Access]

[Tertiary Driver: Potential Interest in Divine Authority Acquisition]

[Meeting Time Remaining: 07 Minutes 42 Seconds]

Lux glanced at the time.

Sira, of course, was still on him.

Yue, at some point, had leaned closer too. Not in the same shameless way as Sira. More out of curiosity. Her shoulder nearly touched his, and because she was bent slightly toward the display, her breast pressed against his upper arm.

He cleared his throat. "Guys."

Sira hummed.

Yue looked at him.

"I need to prepare myself."

Sira blinked lazily. "Why?"

Lux stared at her.

"It’s just a meeting," she continued. "Not a gala. Are you going to wear a royal robe or something?"

Yue looked genuinely curious. "Do you wear royal robes to meetings?"

"No."

Sira smiled. "He should."

"I should not."

"He would look good."

"That is irrelevant."

Yue tilted her head. "It may help authority."

Lux deadpanned. "I am not arriving at the Upper Celestial Office dressed like a dramatic infernal emperor because two women on my couch decided the aesthetic was useful."

Sira looked delighted. "He called us women on his couch."

"You are literally on me."

"And?"

Lux inhaled slowly. Then pointed between them. "You two have been rubbing all over me."

Sira’s smile turned wicked.

Yue blinked once, then seemed to realize the implication.

Lux continued, flatly, "I need to be clean."

Sira’s grin widened. "To avoid problems?" she asked sweetly.

"Yes."

"What kind of problems?"

"The kind where celestial noses detect Pride demon and ancient dragon traces on me and decide I am not taking diplomacy seriously."

Sira immediately rubbed her cheek against his shoulder.

Worse.

Much worse.

Lux closed his eyes. "Sira."

"What? Helping."

"You are actively worsening the problem."

Yue looked faintly amused.

Lux turned his deadpan stare on both of them. "Guys."

Sira laughed. "Okay, okay."

She finally slid off his lap, slow and dramatic, like leaving was a grand sacrifice worthy of poetry.

Yue leaned back as well, restoring an appropriate distance with the dignity of someone pretending she had not been pressed against his arm out of sheer curiosity.

Lux stood. "Thank you."

Sira stretched on the couch, still smiling.

"Behave up there."

"I was going to say that to you."

"You first."

Lux pointed at her. "Behave while I’m away."

Sira placed a hand over her chest. "I am always dignified."

Yue looked at her.

Lux looked at her.

Even the system seemed to pause.

[Statement Accuracy: Questionable]

Sira gasped. "Rude."

Lux smirked.

"System, close active screens. Keep hidden monitoring running. Alert me for Royal House crashes, Shadow Corridor spikes or Upper Realm hostile signals."

[Command Accepted.]

[Monitoring Active.]

[Priority Alerts Enabled.]

Lux vanished in a soft pulse of dark-gold light.

He reappeared inside his bathroom, directly beneath the shower, because walking there would have required patience and he was currently spending most of his patience on not bringing coffee to Heaven out of spite.

He peeled his clothes.

Water fell over him a second later.

Warm.

Clean.

Necessary.

He braced one hand against the wall and exhaled.

Why shower?

Simple.

Because arriving at the Upper Realm smelling like Pride demon mischief and ancient dragon elegance was not diplomacy.

It was a scandal with legs.

And knowing Celestaria, she would notice.

Knowing Selena and Solara, they would comment.

Lux closed his eyes under the water.

Warm streams rolled over his hair, down his face, across his shoulders, carrying away the scent of morning chaos, Pride demon perfume, ancient dragon rain, expensive coffee, and the faint spiritual exhaustion of being the only competent adult in three realms.

He rested one palm against the dark marble wall.

For three seconds, he allowed himself silence.

Three.

Very generous.

Then his brain betrayed him again.

’The king wants to remove me because he wants goddess power.’

He reached for the soap. Black bottle. Minimalist. Mortal luxury brand. Ridiculously overpriced. He had bought it because it smelled like cedar, amber, and quiet wealth, which was basically his emotional support aesthetic.

’He wants better access to the Upper Realm. He wants direct contact. Direct authority. Direct control.’

The logic was ugly.

But it fit.

That was the problem.

Kaelmor’s move wasn’t merely political arrogance. Not anymore.

This smelled worse.

This smelled like desperation wearing a crown.

His own narration had worked.

That was the hilarious part.

The stupidly successful part.