[{"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-374":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},1410735,1864,"Chapter 374: Not a Business","harem-startup-the-demon-billionaire-is-on-vacati-chapter-374",374,"\u003Cp>Chapter 374 – Not a Business\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mira Xianlong exhaled as her sleek black car purred softly beneath her. The windows were tinted, of course. Privacy glass. Custom. Bulletproof. And vanity-plated. It was the sort of car meant to scream \"power,\" but in a refined, dragon-heiress way. Not like those nouveau-riche influencers who thought gold hubcaps were subtle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind her?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two more cars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Full of luggage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No, correction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Full of Mira’s stuff.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clothes, shoes, magical skincare, reinforced briefcases of enchanted silk with her branding embroidered in gold thread. Plus a sealed cryobox with her signature blends—draconic teas from the Xianlong mountain spring for 88 years before bottling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was, officially, moving in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh dear dragon gods,\" she muttered under her breath. \"What the hell am I doing?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because yeah.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was insane.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was a business heiress. A dragon of class, reputation, and lineage that reached back to the cloud-temples of Shangluan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now she was... what?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moving into a man’s mansion?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not a man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A demon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mira dragged her fingers down her thigh, slowly. Not to hurt herself. Just to remind herself she was real. That this wasn’t some dream, or a possession, or a mid-life metamorphosis crisis.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Lux Vaelthorn...\" she murmured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The name rolled off her tongue like a curse dressed in silk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her mind flashed back to him. Always perfectly dressed. Always a smirk like he’d already calculated your desire and added interest. Lux, son of Greed and Lust. A CFO of Hell and an incubus with more power in his pinky than most full-grown warlocks could summon with a whole cult and a blood moon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet—he let her in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Let her orbit his world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Let her flirt and threaten and test boundaries like she wasn’t just another conquest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She hated it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She loved it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She hated how much she loved it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...I’m so screwed.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She muttered the words to no one in particular.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her chauffeur flinched but wisely said nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because yeah, Mira Xianlong didn’t fall for people.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She acquired assets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She negotiated contracts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She dominated fashion circuits and corporate mergers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wasn’t like her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’This isn’t about him,’ she lied to herself, clutching her purse like a lifeline. ’It’s about expansion. Access. Strategic interrealm investment. You know, a foothold in Hell’s central financial district.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even she didn’t believe that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wasn’t business.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was an obsession.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The car slowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her pulse did not.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through the front window, the gates opened like the jaws of a waiting beast. Black marble. Silver runes. A shimmer of teleport wards laced through the air like perfume.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And there—on the steps of his infernal mansion—stood the man himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lux.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Waiting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like he knew she’d come.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like this was all just another number in his ledger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fuck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was in casual wear. That meant tailored slacks, half-unbuttoned silk shirt, gold accents, infernal cufflinks and no tie. His jacket rested over one shoulder like a lazy king on vacation. His smirk?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Weaponized.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He opened the door and she stepped out, wind catching her dress just enough to remind everyone watching that Mira was always photo-ready. Her heels clicked with power. Her aura flexed with restrained elegance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You came faster than I expected,\" Lux said, voice warm and cool at once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I finished work early,\" she replied, adjusting her shades with a flick. \"Your staff did my makeup today, remember? Everything went smoother than usual. I even got three wedding proposals in one afternoon.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lifted a brow. \"Oh?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Prince from the Middle East.\" She ticked off a finger. \"A duke from the Bloodborne Isles. And a literal shark from the Maritime Guild.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Impressive.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She narrowed her eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He grinned wider.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But you still came to me,\" he said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She stepped closer, slow. Purposeful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes,\" Mira said. \"To this prince of greed.\" Her eyes flickered gold. \"I like it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, calmly, without apology—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I hoard what I like.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Snap!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She clicked her fingers. Her men rushed to unload her belongings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lux raised a hand. \"My servants can—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No need,\" she cut him off. \"It’s not much.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He glanced at the caravan of fashion-obsessed chaos behind her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not much?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were enough boxes to fill a boutique.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But like the others,\" Mira added, voice casual, \"I’ll still go back and forth to my place. This is more of a... secondary residence.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because it was totally normal to move half your wardrobe to a man’s house for a \"part-time stay.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lux didn’t argue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Smart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fine,\" he said, stepping aside and gesturing toward the doors. \"Come in. I’ll show you your room.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Guest room.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Of course.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If I don’t like it—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’ll redecorate,\" he finished smoothly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mira narrowed her eyes. \"With what theme?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You strike me as ’draconic zen meets tyrannical luxury.’\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She blinked. \"...Okay, fair.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They walked inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The foyer was absurd. Still. Every time she stepped in, it smelled like gold-dusted incense and candlelit vice. Velvet floors. Crystal chandeliers. Magic-infused glass that shimmered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She caught the eye of a passing servant. They looked human, polite, dressed in butler uniform—probably bound to a thousand infernal contracts to Lux. All demons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her heels clicked as they reached the second floor. The hallway was lined with glowing artwork. She caught a glimpse of Rava’s room—marked with seaweed runes and bioluminescent coral.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Naomi’s? Neat, clean, corporate minimalist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sira’s? Guarded by pride sigils and a mana-lock with a sarcastic warning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lux stopped in front of a door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This one’s yours.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The aura was different. No default magic signature. Which meant—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You haven’t assigned this room to anyone before,\" she noted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I haven’t,\" he confirmed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He opened the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Mira stepped inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The room was large. Tasteful. The walls painted with shifting clouds, echoing eastern mountaintops. There was incense burning in a lotus dish. The bed itself? Huge. Soft. Quilted with scaled patterns that shimmered faintly like dragonhide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She turned to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You researched me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I optimize my investments.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’re not my CFO.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I could be.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That got a laugh from her. Genuine. Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She turned, slowly. Stepped closer. Closed the distance between them until their breaths mingled.\u003C\u002Fp>",1015,"2026-06-05T23:57:11.779Z",1,"novelbin.me","bc8e04782f3dc12b6e11033df4560521247ddb31bc3a3e3e309efb1b88d5d14f","harem-startup-the-demon-billionaire-is-on-vacati-chapter-375","harem-startup-the-demon-billionaire-is-on-vacati-chapter-373",878,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fharem-startup-the-demon-billionaire-is-on-vacati-cover.jpg"]