[{"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-261":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},1410922,1864,"Chapter 261: For Me to Wear and Someone Else to Take Off","harem-startup-the-demon-billionaire-is-on-vacati-chapter-261",261,"\u003Cp>Chapter 261 – For Me to Wear and Someone Else to Take Off\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kratzik.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fixer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lux’s eye twitched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He respected the demon’s skill, sure. Kratzik was efficient, powerful, creative. He’d upgraded half of Lux’s properties, installed demonic plumbing in six hell-themed casinos, and even helped reinforce Lust’s hot spring resort after a Succubus Convention broke the walls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the guy was annoying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because unlike the others, he didn’t come from tragedy. He came from ambition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kratzik saw Lux. Saw his brand. Saw the money.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And approached him with a blueprint and a smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I fix. You pay. We’re good?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lux respected that hustle. But he still didn’t like him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because Kratzik always negotiated. Always demanded full payout. Always turned in a bill with five zeroes and a footnote.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He delivered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Lux knew better than anyone that when you’re building an empire, sometimes you have to work with people who are loyal to the coin, not the crown.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he kept paying. Because good work? Always worth the price.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lux took another sip of his espresso, which had gone cold now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Didn’t matter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stood, staring out over his domain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All of them. Working. Bound. Moving with purpose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And all of it—from soil to chandelier—was his. Bought. Managed. Balanced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’That’s the power of Greed,’ he thought. ’Not hoarding. But owning.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He smiled faintly to himself and went to the sofa.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lux was horizontal now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sprawled across the sofa like he owned the place—which he did—sleeves pushed up, tie loosened, shirt half-open, legs stretched out and crossed. One hand lazily traced the rim of his now-cold espresso glass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This would take a while to finish. But it was going to be good.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A soft breeze drifted in through the tall glass doors. Lux closed his eyes, letting it brush over his skin. A nap? Maybe. He hadn’t had a good nap since the Lust Tower’s spa week, and even that got interrupted by an assassination attempt. Which was rude.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A low growl thrummed through the mansion’s speaker rune, vibrating slightly through the floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Master.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lux cracked one eye open. \"Fenrir?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You sound... tense.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"There is a mortal outside. A courier. He arrived in a vehicle approximately the size of a minor deity.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lux blinked. \"A... mortal?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He claims he is delivering your clothes.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh! Yes!\" Lux sat up, blinking, then laughed. \"Right! My order. That’s the... yeah, I bought that online.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[You requested a selection of high-fashion casualwear, tailored blazers, performance-grade wear, loungewear, and pieces labeled ’in case of hot date or spontaneous political seduction.’]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lux rubbed his temples. \"System... you didn’t put sequins on anything, did you?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Of course not. I know your aesthetic. Clean lines, bold cuts, and occasional fuck-you tailoring. I believe you will be satisfied.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He grinned, genuinely impressed. \"Damn. You do know me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside, the roar of an engine cut, and a faint thud echoed across the drive. Lux moved to the front hallway, stepping into a shaft of gold sunlight filtering through the arched ceiling. The scent of sulfur was faint now—Kratzik’s residual aura, probably, still echoing off the banisters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The front door opened with a soft click, and Fenrir stood there, looking impossibly large and serious next to the lean courier dressed in a red-and-black jumpsuit, clipboard in hand. The courier trembled, but he pretended to be calm. Behind him, a massive matte black truck sat idling, clearly enchanted to some degree. It hummed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The courier looked up, blinked, and then very clearly stared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Whoa,\" he whispered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lux, bare feet, shirt unbuttoned halfway, hair tousled from lounging, smiled. \"Hi.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man blinked twice. \"You’re... uh... Mr. Vaelthorn?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Depends who’s asking. But yes.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I have your... delivery.\" He gestured to the truck. \"All of it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lux squinted. \"How big was my order?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The courier laughed nervously. \"Sir, no offense, but I’ve delivered to supermodels with less clothing.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fenrir snorted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lux gave him a look.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Well, what can I say? I like options.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The back of the truck opened and a small army of delivery drones emerged, each carrying reinforced black boxes. They hovered in formation like obedient bats.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Inventory Scan Confirmed – 67 packages received.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sixty-seven?! What the hell—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[You specified outfits for formal, informal, infernal, emergency, poolside, mountain retreats, negotiations, and three backup vacation sets. I also included backup underwear.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lux groaned softly. \"Right. I guess I will need that.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boxes floated in through the hallway like stylish ghosts. A few of Lyra’s puppets stopped to stare, one of them whistling low.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lyra appeared, hands folded neatly in front of her, expression calm but curious. \"I presume this delivery is intentional and not the result of another... bulk shopping incident?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lux waved her off with a lazy grin. \"Nope. Just wardrobe.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes scanned the floating boxes, pausing on one labeled ’Doomsday Sexy’. She tilted her head slightly. \"Define ’just’.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lux smirked. \"That’s for me to wear... and someone else to take off.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A very small pause. Lyra’s expression didn’t change—too well-trained for that—but her voice was clipped with practiced grace. \"Understood. I shall make arrangements to have the mirrors in your bedroom... sanitized accordingly.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I like you best when you’re threatening in a housekeeping way.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lyra bowed her head slightly. \"Efficiency is my love language.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lux opened the nearest crate, fingers brushing the inside. The fabric shimmered under his touch, silk blend. A jacket caught the light and subtly changed color depending on his angle. Another box held deep crimson shirts so finely tailored they felt like sin dipped in luxury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sighed happily. \"Okay... yeah. Good job, System.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Thank you, sir. You are now fully equipped to seduce, impress, and economically devastate.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I do all that naked, but sure, I like a challenge.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked around. The hallway was filled with floating boxes, puppets now unpacking and hanging them in front of him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From somewhere upstairs, Kratzik shouted, \"IF ANYONE TOUCHES THE LOCKED CLOSET, I’M REVOKING YOUR CEILING PRIVILEGES.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lux muttered, \"Ceiling privileges?\" and shrugged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned back to Fenrir. \"Escort the courier out, thank him, and give him a tip.\"\u003C\u002Fp>",1017,"2026-06-05T23:57:11.778Z",1,"novelbin.me","66cd6bfc01e343bfed52505020b0d69eb7ae69ef05b6f36ff770a9b42b2f3a87","harem-startup-the-demon-billionaire-is-on-vacati-chapter-262","harem-startup-the-demon-billionaire-is-on-vacati-chapter-260",878,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fharem-startup-the-demon-billionaire-is-on-vacati-cover.jpg"]