Harem Startup : The Demon Billionaire is on Vacation-Chapter 676: Chaos Morning

Chapter 676 –

Lux sipped his coffee.

One hand on the steaming mug, the other lazily braced against the counter, his hips cocked in that perfectly unbothered CFO posture while behind him, the world devolved into magical slapstick. Puppet servants, finally freed from Lullaby’s sleep spell, jerked violently to life. One smashed a tray. Another bumped into a pillar and apologized to it. A third sprinted into the kitchen holding a mop like a weapon, eyes wide with mechanical dread.

The coffee was perfect.

Deep. Dark. With the faint aftertaste of roasted sin and smoky cinnamon. A morning miracle brewed with demonic precision.

Lux hummed. "Worth it."

That was when Lyra stormed into the kitchen with all the panic of someone who just realized the house had been asleep for hours on the clock. Her long black skirt fluttered around her like storm clouds. Her heels clicked with terrifying rhythm.

She froze mid-step.

"...My lord?" she whispered, scandalized.

Lux turned slightly and raised the mug. "Morning."

Her gaze dropped to the already brewed coffee. To the open machine. Then to the single used capsule in the trash.

"You... made it yourself?" she said, aghast. "With your own hands?"

Lux arched a brow. "I didn’t commit tax fraud, Lyra. I just brewed caffeine."

She blinked twice, "I’m... a failure! How could this happen?"

Lux sighed. "I should’ve just drank it straight from the bottle."

Ten minutes later, chaos escalated into catastrophe.

Rava burst into the hallway, her skin dewy from a too-fast shower, eyes wide and hair uncombed, curling slightly from steam. A tentacle reached ahead of her, grabbing the wall as she skidded into view.

Behind her came Naomi, already dressed in her sharp gray blazer and black pants, but her shoes were mismatched.

Mira followed barefoot, her damp hair tied in a messy ponytail with chopsticks, while Ely went down the stairs looking like a freshly showered war priestess missing only her spellbooks and pants. None of them had makeup. All of them looked like queens caught mid-transformation.

They were gorgeous. Unpolished. Fierce. His.

And the second they saw Lux... Standing there in the kitchen with his shirt bloody and wrinkled, a mug in hand, casual as sin?

They froze.

Rava gasped. "Oh no..."

Naomi pulled out her phone. "I’m calling an ambulance!"

Mira reached into her sleeve and yanked out a golden needle, glowing ominously. "Hold still. I can forcefully restart your spiritual meridians."

Ely turned, skirts flaring. "I’ll get my healing crystals. Where are my crystals?!"

Rava snapped, "Has Sira come back yet? We’ll need her ropes again. We have to tie him to the bed. He’s clearly lost too much blood!"

Lux spat his coffee.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" He held up a hand, dripping espresso. "What the hell happened to ’Good morning’?"

Naomi’s eyes shimmered. "Your shirt is covered in blood."

"Yeah, and it was black. Now it’s just dramatic." He glanced down. "Okay, fair. I look like a cursed stock photo. But I’m fine."

Rava narrowed her eyes. "Did you just fight?"

"Yup. But I took an elixir."

Mira frowned, cocking her head. "The good kind?"

"Grade A," Lux said, raising his mug. "Five-star system approved. I’m fully healed."

Naomi slowly lowered her phone, still glaring. "Please don’t lie to us."

"I’m not lying." He smiled faintly. "I’m not even being clever."

Ely returned with three floating crystals buzzing around her head. "Do I still throw them?"

"No!" Lux waved a hand. "Don’t waste high-tier mana rocks just because I look like I crawled out of a war documentary. I’m telling the truth."

Mira narrowed her eyes. "Then prove it."

Lux groaned and raised his wrist. "Status Display."

[HP: 100%]

[Stamina: 60%]

[Charisma: Lethal]

[Stress: ...manageable]

[Outfit: -5 Style Points]

He shrugged. "See?"

Naomi crossed her arms, not fully convinced. Rava’s tentacles twitched like she was still considering restraints. Ely’s eyes flicked between his aura and shirt. Mira, however, tilted her head and sniffed once.

Mira narrowed her eyes, stepping forward with that dragon-heiress authority in every stride. Her hair was still damp, clinging to her cheeks, but her expression was razor sharp.

"Okay," she said firmly. "Tell me what happened. All of it. Now."

Lux let out a slow sigh and finally set his mug down with a gentle clink.

"Well," he said, voice casual, "an Abyss Overlord broke into the realm last night."

All the women froze.

Lux continued like he was reading off a minor tax report. "He said I needed to pay Zoltarin’s debt. Something about ancient contracts and bloodline dues. Naturally, I declined."

Naomi’s mouth opened. "Wait—declined? As in?"

"I told him to get lost," Lux said, stretching his neck lazily. "Or, more specifically, I shoved my boot up his existential threshold until he agreed to a merger."

"You fought an Abyss Overlord," Rava said, flatly.

"Yeah."

"And you didn’t call us?" Naomi hissed.

Lux grinned. "You were sleeping. Blame Lullaby. Sleep spell."

Mira exhaled, pinching her nose. "Lux—why does everything with you escalate into ’I fought an ancient evil over coffee and now own his soul’?"

"Efficiency," he said. "Also, Greed."

Ely leaned forward slightly, scanning his aura. "And... where is this ’Overlord’ now?"

Lux raised a finger and pointed over his shoulder.

To the slime.

Zehar.

Who, at that exact moment, was sitting smugly on the kitchen island, jiggling ominously with residual menace.

The girls followed his finger.

Then deadpanned in unison.

"...You’re kidding," Mira said.

"That’s him?" Naomi asked, staring.

"The blob?" Ely whispered. "That looks like something you wipe off your shoe?"

Rava narrowed her eyes. "He looks like overcooked jelly."

Zehar let out a pu— deep and offended.

"Ignore the aesthetics," Lux said. "He’s sealed and recovering. He’ll regain shape once his core stabilizes."

Naomi folded her arms. "And you’re sure he’s safe?"

"He’s mine now. Contract-bound, branded, system-tagged. If he tries anything, his soul detonates."

Zehar vibrated again, this time in what sounded like a mix of rage and reluctant agreement.

"Still don’t trust him," Mira muttered.

"You’re not supposed to," Lux said with a shrug. "He’s literally a corrupted chaos creature from the abyss. But he’s mine. That makes him our problem now."