Harem Startup : The Demon Billionaire is on Vacation-Chapter 691: Slime Minion?

Chapter 691 – Slime Minion?

He let Sira and Lullaby have their dinner in his room.

While Lux?

Lux stepped out of the bedroom like a man who had just survived a category five sex storm and decided to walk it off like it was leg day.

Shirtless.

Hair tousled like a crime scene.

Pants wrinkled, belt missing, probably somewhere tangled with a horn. Bite marks still red along his throat.

But his eyes?

Clear. Sharp. Focused.

He looked like a mess. A hot mess, but a mess nonetheless.

And yet... every step screamed confidence.

He didn’t walk. He strode.

The moment he entered the dining room of the mansion suite, the other girls looked up like wolves sniffing blood in the water.

Naomi raised an eyebrow.

Mira sipped her tea slowly, not saying a word, but the corner of her mouth twitched.

Rava crossed her arms over her chest, legs kicked up on the plush chair like a queen off-duty.

And Ely?

Ely blinked.

Then slowly glanced toward the glittery slime creature sitting quietly in front of the TV, jiggling in perfect sync with a nature documentary.

Lux sat down and exhaled softly. "I’m assuming everything went well today? You girls didn’t call me. No emergency reports. No text. No ’Lux, please handle this international business deal before breakfast’ notifications on my phone."

Naomi lifted her fork with a smug grin. "All good on my end."

Mira nodded, finally setting down her cup. "Same here. Smooth day. Business meetings went fine. One guy flirted with me. I kicked him out. But overall? Productive."

Ely kept watching the slime. "I... was more shocked by that jelly thing."

The slime, sensing it was being mentioned, perked up slightly. Its body rippled with what could only be described as a wiggling greeting.

Lux gestured casually. "Don’t be afraid. That’s just Zehar. My new servant."

Ely looked at him like he had said ’my new pet velociraptor’. "Servant?"

Rava snorted. "Lyra already gave us the briefing, remember?"

"Yes," Mira chimed in, "but just in case, I want to make sure the story’s right. He’s an ancient abyss lord... and you what? Kicked his ass? Turned him into jelly and made him your personal... what? Slime minion?"

Lux nodded, expression casual, like it was a Tuesday. "Correct."

There was a long pause.

A very long one.

Naomi finally leaned forward, peering over her wine glass. "You kicked an abyss lord’s ass? Like... solo?"

Lux shrugged. "He started it. I ended it."

Mira leaned in first, eyes narrowing just slightly. "Wait... does that mean the demons are targeting you again?"

Lux took a slow sip of his wine. "Not all. But... yeah. Some Lords, definitely." He tilted his head like it didn’t bother him. "They want me to settle old debts."

"Debts?" Naomi asked, brows furrowing. "What debts?"

"The kind that come with bloodlines," he said simply. "I killed Zoltarin."

A heavy silence dropped.

"That’s not a debt," Naomi snapped. "That’s revenge. That’s unfair."

Lux chuckled, low and bitter. "Yeah. I agree. But sadly, based on infernal law, and the lovely contract codex my grandfather personally wrote, it’s fair. Legal, even."

Rava scoffed. "Wait. You mean to tell me the law is punishing you for getting rid of your traitor uncle?"

"Technically," Lux muttered, "he was never declared a traitor. They just... erased him."

Ely blinked. "But didn’t he try to take over hell’s throne?"

"Uh-huh."

"And that’s legal?"

"In Hell?" Lux said, smiling without warmth. "It’s Tuesday."

The girls looked at each other, the weight of that sentence finally hitting.

Ely pointed at the slime, which now had tiny sunglasses resting on top of its jello head. "Okay, can you explain why an abyss lord looks like jello? I walked into the living room and that thing was just there. Watching romcoms. I thought it was a cursed dessert."

Zehar jiggled approvingly, the TV now showing a slow-burn enemies to lovers drama.

Lux snorted. "Well... I cracked his core. That’s why he can’t return to his true form. Also, his real size takes up way too much space in the mansion. It’s better this way."

He gestured toward the slime, which now bounced gently in front of the TV, sunglasses still in place.

"He’s technically a cursed ancient entity of despair and void who’s recently developed an addiction to coffee. And apparently," Lux added, glancing at the screen, "a love for Netplix. I guess."

Zehar wiggled proudly, clearly invested in the romantic drama unfolding on the screen.

Ely deadpanned. "That’s worse."

The slime bounced once.

"Anyway," Rava spoke up, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear. "Fiera came to my place earlier."

Lux paused mid-reach for the fruit platter. "...Oh?"

"She wanted to talk to you," Rava said, tearing a piece of roasted chicken with slow, deliberate annoyance.

He blinked. "Fiera?"

Rava nodded. "Uh-huh."

He sighed. "About her cousin, right? The one who wants me to take responsibility for the pregnancy?" He paused, glancing around the table. "What’s her name again?"

"Aelitha," Ely said flatly, stabbing a cherry tomato a little too violently.

"Yeah," Rava muttered, chewing. "That one."

"Apparently," Rava said, exasperated. "Fiera feels bad about it though. She said her family wants to invite you. You know, for some formal event. To ’clear your name.’"

Lux squinted. "Their solution is dinner? Not a public apology? Not retracting the slander? Just... snacks and smiles?"

Mira snorted into her tea. "The public already knows. Everyone saw the footage. It’s clearly Vincent’s brat in her belly."

"If she’s actually pregnant," Naomi added with a roll of her eyes. "She just slept with him like, what? A week ago? Then suddenly she’s swooning and craving pickles?"

"At least pretend to know how biology works," Ely muttered. "It’s embarrassing."

Rava shrugged. "Fiera said she might contact you herself soon. She’s just... hesitating. Feeling guilty, I guess. Aelitha only got that obsessed after Fiera started hanging out with you."

Lux stared at his wine for a moment, swirling it slowly.

"Of course she did," he muttered. "Because I’m apparently the forbidden fruit every side character wants to bite after one gala and a photo op."