[{"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-65":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},1410826,1864,"Chapter 65: Misbehaving","harem-startup-the-demon-billionaire-is-on-vacati-chapter-65",65,"\u003Cp>Chapter 65 – Misbehaving\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t move, didn’t pull away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He just kept looking at her—like he already knew what her answer would be, and was just giving her the grace to say it out loud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"B-But...\" Rava stammered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her voice cracked, her breath short, her eyes wide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside her head? Spiral.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Full kraken-spiral.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because oh, she knew what this meant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d asked her, gently, but the implication was all there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Private suite. Just the two of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tentacles already misbehaving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice whispering straight into her bloodstream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And she wanted to say yes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But some part of her—some stupid old ghost—was still clinging to fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’What if it’s a trick? What if it’s like before?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She’d grown up believing love was a lie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That marriage was a contract.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That men only wanted two things: her name or her money.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And this—this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wasn’t love.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wasn’t marriage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was something else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something heat-drenched and slow-burning, laced in gold and laced in danger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t fake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And it wasn’t safe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Wait,’ she thought to herself. ’This isn’t marriage.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was just now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her rules.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His teasing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her choice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And wasn’t she the one who said, \"You hesitate, you lose\"?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She turned, breath catching—just about to speak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then he leaned in, voice low and dark like velvet sin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I don’t mind doing it here either,\" he whispered, lips brushing near her ear, \"if you want.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If you don’t mind the driver,\" he added, \"losing focus and possibly crashing.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes snapped up—straight to the rearview mirror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The driver?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Glancing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eyes darting to the back like he was trying not to see something and failing every two seconds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He coughed. Twice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rava turned back slowly, cheeks burning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Fine,\" she muttered, clearing her throat. \"I guess I prefer a private place, then.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lux smirked. \"Very well.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And just like that, he leaned back again. Sat straight. Composed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if he hadn’t just threatened her with temptation in the form of backseat seduction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rava, meanwhile, practically combusted in her seat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her heart pounded so hard she swore it echoed in her eardrums. Her tentacles squirmed in embarrassment, curling back as if apologizing for their entire existence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She kept her eyes glued to the window now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But her mind?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Somewhere else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Somewhere on silk sheets and whispered names and demon fingers tracing down her spine...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Focus, Rava.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The car pulled into the Sovereign Grand’s private entrance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A doorman opened the door without hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lux stepped out first, picking up his shopping bags like they were feathers. Balanced perfectly. Effortlessly. One hand only. Of course.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She stepped out after him, bouquet still in hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sunlight hit her face, and she realized her skin was warm all over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He led her toward the elevator without a word. Smooth stride, calm posture—like this was the most normal thing in the world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just a casual hotel walk after your kraken date groped you with emotional tentacles and half-accepted an invite to your private suite.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pressed the button. Elevator dinged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They stepped in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tension.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment the doors slid closed, Lux exhaled lightly and said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If you want something, just ask.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He paused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Preferably expensive things. They’re easier for me to get.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She blinked. \"...Of course they are.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The doors opened to his floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They walked toward his suite.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He scanned his room with a lazy wave of his hand. No keys. Just energy signature. The door clicked open, revealing a clean, sleek modern space. Dim lighting. Deep matte grays and gold accents. Windows that overlooked the city like they were judging it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rava stepped in slowly, taking it all in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The silence was thick.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her heart still loud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He dropped his bags by the entry console.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then slipped off his coat and draped it over the chair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that was when she noticed it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had... no suitcase.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No luggage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No duffel bag.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She tilted her head. \"...You didn’t bring a suitcase?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lux turned. \"Nope.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She narrowed her eyes. \"Why not?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I left it in Hell.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rava frowned. \"I’m sorry—what?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No suitcase,\" he said simply. \"Didn’t need one.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What do you mean you left it in Hell—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air shifted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not like wind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not like breeze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But like reality inhaled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[System Alert: Celestial Rift Detected]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Scanning...]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Status: Non-hostile Entity Incoming – High Purity Signature]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Name: CLASSIFIED.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lux’s body tensed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just a fraction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A small, shimmering rift opened right in front of the bedroom door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It glowed golden—like someone ripped a slit into reality and the sun leaked through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rava gasped, stumbling back one step.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her bouquet dropped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A figure stepped through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Golden dress.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bare feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shimmering blonde hair that moved like it was being touched by invisible sunrays.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eyes brighter than the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lips curved with divine calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Skin kissed by eternity and carved by grace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And a clipboard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She held a damn clipboard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With glitter ink.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Lux blinked. \"...Solara?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stepped back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What are you doing here?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The goddess of the sun smiled, impossibly radiant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Delivering your therapy coupons and dry-cleaning compensation package,\" she said, her voice like morning light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Personally?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She held out a small glowing box and a folded golden robe with tags still attached.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes,\" she said, perfectly calm. \"And to see for myself if Hell’s CFO actually takes his vacation seriously.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rava’s mouth opened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Closed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Opened again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lux just stared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was a bit much.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eye twitched—just a bit—because the golden robe still had divine embroidery that said: \"Bless This Mess.\" And the glowing box hummed like it contained either angelic healing elixirs or a holy time bomb. Honestly, both were plausible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet—this was not the weirdest part of his week. Not even close.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Thanks,\" Lux muttered, taking the folded robes with one hand and the box with the other like they were a room service platter. He flicked his wrist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dimensional shadows uncoiled from under his sleeve like polite ink tendrils, his Inventory manifesting in a smooth ripple of static-black velvet, swallowing the gifts whole with a whisper of magic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Items Received:]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Divine Robe (Bless This Mess) [+20 Radiance, -5 Intimidation]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Celestial Elixir x5 [Restores 100% Health. Removes All Curses. Smells like sanctified mint.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Sun-Kissed Apology Bundle [Bound. Cannot be re-gifted. Sorry.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Therapy coupons x3]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Stored in Inventory.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Solara’s glow dimmed slightly now that the mission was complete, but her gaze didn’t waver. She studied him, head tilted, sunbeam lashes catching light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I see you looking well,\" she said gently. \"I thought you were wounded. Or dying.\"\u003C\u002Fp>",1086,"2026-06-05T23:57:11.778Z",1,"novelbin.me","a9267ad0379e9dc74ddfb6901594868e3b0dc2cf3efe2c7a7d9fa5171e229e09","harem-startup-the-demon-billionaire-is-on-vacati-chapter-66","harem-startup-the-demon-billionaire-is-on-vacati-chapter-64",878,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fharem-startup-the-demon-billionaire-is-on-vacati-cover.jpg"]