Harem Startup : The Demon Billionaire is on Vacation-Chapter 716: Night Club

Chapter 716 – Night Club

Celestaria’s gaze returned to the door Lux had exited through.

A faint ache pulsed again in her chest.

"...I am," she said softly.

Vizreel did not respond immediately.

Finally, he nodded once.

"Then let us ensure he does not walk that path alone."

Celestaria’s expression steadied.

High Custodian composure returned.

"Yes," she said.

But even as she spoke, her thoughts lingered elsewhere.

On a devil who joked about cookies while standing at the edge of annihilation.

On a prince who smiled and said thank you... as if gratitude were not a dangerous thing for someone like him to offer.

And on the quiet, unspoken fear that the next time he stepped into celestial halls...

It might not be as a guest.

Meanwhile, Lux walked.

Solara on his right. Selena on his left.

The marble corridors stretched long and white beneath celestial skylight. Their footsteps echoed in controlled rhythm. No one spoke.

Not because they did not want to.

Because speaking too much now would blur lines that had just barely been repaired.

Because after interrogation chairs, forged sigils, and sovereign-level power traces... friendship was a fragile thing to perform.

Solara kept her aura steady, subtle solar warmth acting as perimeter scan.

Selena’s moonlight shimmered softly along the edges of the hallways, perception extended outward in silent sweeps.

Standard escort protocol.

Lux kept his hands in his pockets, posture relaxed but eyes sharp.

They reached the outer gates of the main diplomatic building. Beyond them, the sky of the upper realm glowed pale gold and silver, layered clouds drifting like sheets of illuminated silk.

Still no words.

They stopped at the threshold.

Lux turned to face them, smile polite and appropriately distant.

"Thank you for the escort."

Solara inclined her head. "Safe departure, Prince Lux."

Selena followed. "May your path remain stable."

Formal.

Controlled.

Strangers.

Lux nodded once. "Likewise."

There was a faint flicker in Solara’s eyes. A fraction of something warmer. Then it vanished.

He stepped beyond the gate.

Just outside the celestial barrier stood what looked absurdly mundane against divine architecture.

A lone red phone booth.

Vintage. Mortal. Ridiculous.

Lux approached it, opened the door.

Inside, the cramped space stretched downward into an elevator shaft of shimmering dimensional threads.

He stepped in.

The door shut with a soft click.

The interior lights flickered once.

[Destination Selection Required]

[Mortal Realm / Infernal Realm / Custom Coordinates]

Lux leaned back against the elevator wall, rolling his neck slowly.

"Mortal realm," he said quietly.

[Confirmation: Mortal Realm]

[Reporting to Infernal Authority?]

"No."

[Clarification Required]

"Drop me somewhere I can think straight," Lux said. "Not my mansion."

[Reason]

Lux exhaled.

"If Sira or Lullaby sense the restraint residue and interrogation markers, they will storm the celestial gates before I finish explaining."

[Understood]

He rubbed his temples lightly.

"I need to calm down first."

[Location Parameters?]

"Somewhere... distracting. But not chaotic. Somewhere I can breathe."

There was a pause.

[Processing]

The elevator began to descend.

Soft hum. Dimensional threads sliding past like rain across glass.

Lux remained silent. He was back to his human form again.

He stared at his reflection in the mirrored interior. Suit flawless. Hair perfect. No visible sign he had almost died in limbo a few hours ago.

Internally, calculations churned.

Vaeloryn’s intervention. Royal signature extraction. Fake sigil architecture. Political reaction patterns. Risk percentages.

He muttered quietly.

"Maybe I need to get that... from the vault."

[Clarify "that"]

"The Eye," Lux said. "The one I locked in Greed’s vault."

[Probability of Escalation: High]

"I know."

He hesitated.

Then shook his head slightly.

"Later."

The elevator chimed.

The doors slid open.

Music exploded into his senses. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

Bass heavy. Synthetic. Vibrating through the floor.

The smell hit next.

Alcohol. Expensive perfume. Polished wood. Heat. Smoke machines.

Lux blinked.

Neon lights splashed across dark velvet interiors.

A stage in front of him.

And a woman spinning slowly around a chrome pole under spotlight.

He stared.

"...You have got to be kidding me."

[You previously expressed dissatisfaction at lack of lap dancers]

Lux closed his eyes briefly.

"I was joking."

[Clarification: Humor detected but request logged]

He opened one eye.

"Wait... This is a strip club."

[Correction: High-end adult entertainment lounge]

Lux looked around properly now.

It was undeniably upscale. Black marble bar. VIP booths lined in crimson leather. Champagne bottles glinting in ice buckets. Well-dressed clientele.

Not sleazy.

Strategic decadence.

He exhaled slowly.

"...Right."

The music pulsed again.

[Environmental Analysis: Distraction Probability 87%]

[Privacy Rooms Available]

Lux stepped fully out of the elevator, which instantly transformed back into an ordinary elevator behind him.

He adjusted his cufflinks.

"I am not sleeping with random women," he muttered.

[Noted]

"Private room," he added. "Somewhere quiet."

[Recommendation: VIP Balcony Lounge]

A hostess approached, smile practiced and sharp. "Welcome, sir. First time here?"

Lux gave her a lazy half-smile. Controlled. Harmless.

"Something like that."

He handed over a card without looking.

Black.

She frowned in confusion as she didn’t recognize it.

But then...Greed sigil embossed faintly along the edge. It hypnotized her.

Her eyes widened almost imperceptibly before she masked it with professional grace.

"Of course, sir. This way."

He followed her up a curved staircase to a semi-private balcony lounge overlooking the stage below.

Dim lighting. Plush seating. Isolated from the crowd but with full view of the chaos.

She gestured. "Would you like company?"

Lux paused.

For a moment, the old instinct stirred. Incubus nature whispering. Heat. Control. Escape through flesh.

Then he exhaled slowly.

"...Yes," he said.

The hostess’s smile sharpened professionally. "Of course, sir."

"Lap dancers," Lux added casually. "Give me your best. Champagne. Wine. Nothing cheap."

Her brows lifted slightly at the tone. Not desperate. Not drunk. Commanding.

"Right away, sir."

He gave a faint smirk. "Lux. Just Lux."

"Of course, Mr. Lux."

She gestured for him to follow.

They moved down a side corridor lined with velvet curtains and discreet gold lighting. The bass from the main floor dulled into a controlled pulse as they reached a private lounge room.

The door opened.

Inside, a small elevated stage sat at the center, chrome pole gleaming under adjustable spotlight. Leather seating curved around it. Dim red lighting washed the walls. Subtle. Intimate. Controlled chaos.