[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-harem-startup-the-demon-billionaire-is-on-vacati":3,"chapter-harem-startup-the-demon-billionaire-is-on-vacati-harem-startup-the-demon-billionaire-is-on-vacati-chapter-179":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Harem Startup : The Demon Billionaire is on Vacation",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1410590,1864,"Chapter 179: No Breakfast","harem-startup-the-demon-billionaire-is-on-vacati-chapter-179",179,"\u003Cp>Chapter 179 – No Breakfast\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Morning came reluctantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not with the usual sirens of Sovereign traffic or the ambient pulse of penthouse light panels adjusting to his mood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No, this was softer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too soft.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lux cracked one eye open and stared at a ceiling that definitely wasn’t his. It was cream-colored with a glossy finish, ringed by delicate floral molding and an antique chandelier. Everything smelled faintly of aged vanilla, roses, and...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ah.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>S*x.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sheets still held the scent of skin. Of sweat. Of Naomi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He exhaled, slow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Delacour mansion. Right. That’s where he was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His body, however, didn’t care about geography. It cared about routine. And unfortunately for him, that routine meant he woke up at stupid o’clock every damn day—around 6:45 AM—no matter how late he went to bed, no matter how many realms he traversed, no matter how many empires tried to sue him into nonexistence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So here he was. Awake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Annoyingly alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Annoyingly... needy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned to his side, propping himself on one arm, the expensive duvet slipping off his bare chest. Beside him, Naomi still slept like a dream draped in golden light. Her hair was a mess across the pillow. Her lips slightly parted. Her shoulders rising in slow, even rhythm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still naked. Still flushed. Still wearing the aftermath of last night like perfume.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lux’s mouth curved into a lazy smirk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She smelled like him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like greed and sin and satisfaction. Like victory, sweat, and affection tied in velvet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He leaned in, nuzzled her shoulder, and whispered against her skin, \"Morning, my love...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She stirred slightly but didn’t wake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was fine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t mind watching her for a bit. Half of him wanted to let her sleep. The other half—the demonic, incubus half—was already protesting. Loudly. Predictably.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because mornings for Lux Vaelthorn demanded two things.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Espresso... or s*x.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And this place didn’t have a single espresso machine in the room. Not even a coffee cart. What kind of billionaire household didn’t stock caffeine on the bedside?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unacceptable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which meant...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His fingers began to drift, unapologetically.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Down her side. Over her hip. A lazy, reverent stroke that could be passed off as affection—until he reached her breast and let his thumb brush her nipple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Naomi’s eyes fluttered open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sleepy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then aware.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then amused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She blinked up at him and smiled, voice rough and warm as she said, \"Morning, my devil...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lux grinned down at her. \"You sleep well?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I did.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hmm,\" he murmured, letting his hand cup her breast more firmly. \"You smell like trouble.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You smell like someone trying to start it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’m not starting,\" he said as he leaned down to kiss her throat, \"I’m continuing.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their lips met—soft at first, then hungrier, messier. The kind of kiss that said: we don’t need words. Just heat. Just now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Naomi arched slightly against him, her hand rising to thread through his hair. She gave a soft, breathless laugh against his mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’re always like this in the morning?\" she murmured between kisses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Only when I wake up in heaven.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You sure this isn’t Hell?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pulled back just enough to bite her lower lip, grinning. \"Doesn’t matter. I’ve already got what I came for.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as he shifted over her—intent, focused, painfully hard—there came a knock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A very inconvenient knock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three sharp raps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lux froze mid-motion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then came a voice. Male. Cultured. Professional. British-accented, naturally. \"Miss Naomi? Pardon the intrusion. Your father wished me to remind you that your meeting begins in one hour. Shall I prepare the car?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Naomi’s eyes went wide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh no,\" she gasped, sitting up in a panic, clutching the sheet around her chest like a defeated war general. \"Shit. Shit—I forgot the board review.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lux blinked slowly. \"There’s a board meeting?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes. Yes. I told you yesterday.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No you didn’t.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I did!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lux sighed dramatically and flopped backward, staring up at the floral ceiling like it had personally betrayed him. \"So. Not even a breakfast for me?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Naomi, already halfway out of bed, shot him a look as she scrambled toward the wardrobe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You mean coffee?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I mean s*x.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She laughed, exasperated, while tugging on a silk robe. \"You can have your coffee later.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lux rolled onto his side, propped his head on his hand, and watched her bare legs move in and out of frame as she rummaged through hangers. \"Naomi. I am a delicate demonic ecosystem. You can’t just remove the intimacy component and expect me to function at peak capacity.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’m sorry, Lux,\" she called over her shoulder, pulling out a crisp navy pantsuit. \"But I can’t walk into a financial review meeting with my father’s advisors smelling like you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lux grinned lazily. \"You sure? Might raise your intimidation aura by ten percent.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I can’t risk becoming CFO of Lust and Delacour Group in the same week.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She disappeared into the bathroom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lux waited exactly three seconds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then got up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Naked. Unapologetic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He padded toward the bathroom, feet silent against the warm marble floor. Then began to dress up lazily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The suite’s decor was the kind of opulence that screamed respect me, with gold trim around everything and a mirror larger than most people’s egos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He opened the bathroom door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Naomi squeaked. \"Lux!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She stood at the sink in nothing but her robe, toothbrush in hand, eyes wide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He leaned against the doorway, completely amused. \"Just brushing my teeth.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You have your own bathroom!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I didn’t feel like walking that far.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’re insufferable.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He walked toward her, slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The way a storm might stalk toward a coast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dangerously calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’re rushing off to play heiress.\" His hand brushed her hip. \"Leaving your poor demon without proper sustenance.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Lux...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He kissed her shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then her collarbone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then the nape of her neck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’ll be back,\" he murmured against her skin. \"For more. Later.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before she could respond, he stepped back, gave her a wink, and vanished in a soft pulse of shadow and gold light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Skill Activated: Teleport]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bathroom was suddenly quiet again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Naomi stood frozen in front of the mirror, pulse elevated, cheeks flushed, her robe slightly looser than it had been two minutes ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She exhaled sharply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He is surely a trouble.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A small, crooked, completely doomed smile.\u003C\u002Fp>",1038,"2026-06-05T23:57:11.778Z",1,"novelbin.me","dfad84e2ae2955176f77056f04b5be190262ec36964a34844f0032cdd17ed823","harem-startup-the-demon-billionaire-is-on-vacati-chapter-180","harem-startup-the-demon-billionaire-is-on-vacati-chapter-178",878,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fharem-startup-the-demon-billionaire-is-on-vacati-cover.jpg"]