[{"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-8":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},1410519,1864,"Chapter 8: Is That a Mini Dragon?","harem-startup-the-demon-billionaire-is-on-vacati-chapter-8",8,"\u003Cp>Chapter 8 – Is That a Mini Dragon?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stood there for a second, still in nothing but a towel, droplets of bathwater trailing lazily down his skin. The steam from the bathroom had followed him out like a loyal fog cloud, curling into the luxury suite’s crisp, over-conditioned air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes scanned the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huge bed? Check.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perfectly clean sheets that hadn’t been soaked in demonic contracts or cursed sweat? Check.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No screaming assistants, no fiscal emergencies, no thirty-year soul bonds needing renegotiation? Check.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He walked over to the sleek, black-glass entertainment system and casually tapped the remote.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A massive OLED screen shimmered to life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...And immediately displayed the Global Finance Network. The news ticker was mid-panic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"—stock in GoldHenge collapsed another 3.4% following sudden hostile takeovers in Zurich—crypto markets showing erratic volatility in response—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lux squinted. \"Crypto, huh?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A chart blinked into view, violently red. A little down arrow stabbed into the screen like a dagger of debt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tilted his head. \"I could buy some. Drop a little cursed liquidity in the market, watch the panic, maybe short a few dozen altcoins and walk away with a beachside empire.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He chuckled wickedly before he paused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then sighed. \"Wait... no. No no no.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned the TV off with a firm click and tossed the remote onto the couch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’m on vacation,\" he muttered. \"I’m not planning another country’s financial collapse. Not this week.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still shirtless, he stretched lazily and crossed to the floor-to-ceiling windows, towel riding dangerously low. The skyline sparkled back at him, tall and proud and deeply unaware of the demonic chaos lounging in the penthouse above.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He smirked to himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then raised his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lux lifted a hand lazily, fingers trailing through the air like he was swiping at imaginary contracts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Corvus,\" he called, voice smooth but tired.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The temperature dipped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A gust of wind rustled through the suite despite the windows being closed. Shadows near the ceiling flickered unnaturally, like something old and clever was stirring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then—fwump.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feathers. Sharp, black, iridescent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The raven dropped into reality like a sarcastic glitch, wings flaring out before neatly folding in. It perched on the backrest of one of the sleek bar stools with a haughty shake of its head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Skill Activated: Raven Protocol – Corvus]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Summon Complete ]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You rang, Boss?\" Corvus croaked, his voice somewhere between a weathered aristocrat and a caffeinated hacker.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lux stretched a little, still shirtless, towel barely hanging on like it was clinging to relevance. \"Yeah. I need an ID. A legal one. Plus a mortal bank, a few cards, and real estate. Something... impressive.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Corvus preened a wing. \"You want cash, clout, and curb appeal. Got it. Any aesthetic requirements? Or do we just steal a politician’s credentials and change the name to ’Sir D. Moneybags’ again?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lux chuckled. \"No, not this time. Just use my name. Real estate, preferably a full mansion. Furnished. Something ripped out of a billionaire’s cold, tax-evading hands. Oh—Carson’s stuff, actually. He won’t be needing it anymore.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The raven’s head tilted. \"Ah. Wonderful taste.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Perfect. Take over for me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’re not coming?\" Corvus asked, blinking slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lux waved a hand as he wandered toward the bed. \"Mortal world. Vacation rules. I have zero responsibility here.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Corvus sighed like a disappointed accountant. \"You are the only demon I know who’d outsource evil admin to a bird and call it luxury.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lux grinned over his shoulder. \"And you’re the only raven I know who live-hacked Heaven’s neutral bank just to get a better view of the ledger fonts.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Touche.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Corvus flapped his wings once, then launched himself into the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Corvus: Initiating Hacking Flight Sequence...]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Target: Mortal Banking Network, Global Real Estate Index, and Department of Whatever Lets Rich People Get Away With This Stuff]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Expected Completion Time: 3 Hours, 11 Minutes]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Side Quests Accepted: Mock Every Security Protocol While Doing It]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice echoed faintly as he phased through the ceiling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then... silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lux stood in the middle of the suite, staring at the giant bed like it just challenged him to a fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He blinked once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Twice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tilted his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then let the towel drop to the floor with the kind of casual confidence that made ancient deities blush.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He flopped face-first onto the bed like a corpse made of pure satisfaction, stretching out with a groan that sounded more relieved than demonic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sheets were ridiculously soft. Silken, perfectly pressed, and not even enchanted with blood runes. Just plain luxury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...This is the best idea I’ve had in centuries,\" Lux mumbled into the pillow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two hours later.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The suite door eased open with a soft click.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Naomi stepped inside with quiet purpose, her arms nearly overflowing with branded paper bags. Brand names that practically whispered old money and judgment. A few boxes even had those elite boutique stickers. The kind where people weren’t allowed to ask for the price out loud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her heels clicked softly against the marble floor as she stepped further inside, the city’s dying sunlight pouring through the tall windows in gold-dusted streaks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Lux?\" she called.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The suite was quiet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She hesitated for a moment, then tiptoed deeper, adjusting her grip on the bags. The air in here smelled warm and expensive. Soap. Musk. Something darker—like crushed spices and midnight sins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then she turned the corner into the bedroom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lux was asleep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Face-down on the king-sized bed, his head half-buried in a pillow like it had personally wronged him. His back was bare, skin glowing under the amber light. Hair still a little damp and perfectly tousled, like a shampoo commercial gone rogue. One arm was flopped above his head, the other stretched toward the edge like he’d passed out mid-conquest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thin blanket was askew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Very askew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now he was completely—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Naomi blinked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And blinked again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh,\" she whispered. \"Oh, wow.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her breath caught.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That wasn’t a curve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was a whole... situation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was it rude to stare at a sleeping man’s cock?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Don’t look.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She looked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Hell,\" she whispered again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her face flamed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Is that a mini dragon?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She slapped her own forehead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Out loud? Really?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Naomi turned around so fast she nearly fell over. She placed the bags down gently—like offering tribute to some ancient, half-naked, unfairly attractive deity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But she didn’t run this time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her fingers hovered over one of the smaller bags. Inside was a little skincare set. Fancy stuff. High-end brand. Gold-accented containers. Eye creams, moisturizers, a toner that promised to erase generational trauma.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She’d bought it half on impulse, half on instinct. Lux had that look. That sleep-deprived chaos demon disguised as a CEO look.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And... she kind of wanted to see what he looked like well-rested.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Naomi turned back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hadn’t moved. Still breathing slow. Still blissfully asleep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...This is probably a bad idea,\" she murmured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She knelt carefully beside the bed, opening the eye cream first. Her hands trembled a little as she scooped out a tiny dab with the gold applicator.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Okay. Just... gentle.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She leaned in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lux’s face was calm. Almost boyish in his sleep. The sharpness of his jaw softened. His lashes—longer than hers, which was deeply unfair—rested against his cheeks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Carefully, slowly, she touched his skin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t flinch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She dabbed under one eye, then the other. Then the cream on his temples, smoothing it in with slow circles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...There,\" she whispered. \"Now you don’t look like you’ve fought six lawsuits and made a pact with caffeine in the last twenty-four hours.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She stared a second longer. Then, on a whim, reached for the moisturizer. Just a little. She pressed it into his skin with careful fingers, trying not to giggle as she imagined him waking up and demanding to know if she used SPF or not.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, the toner. A light spritz. Cool and soft on his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shifted slightly. Muscles rippled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She froze. Watched. Waited.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She exhaled slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes drifted lower again—against her will, of course—and her thoughts spun into total chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How was this guy real?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He slept like a worn-out god, looked like a sin, and acted like he’d skipped every human emotional tutorial. Even unconscious, he radiated heat and effortless danger. The kind that made smart girls run and stupid girls fall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So why wasn’t she running?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She looked at his face again. At the small hint of exhaustion still clinging to him, even now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She whispered, \"You need this vacation more than you admit.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lux murmured something unintelligible. One arm stretched beneath him. He groaned softly.\u003C\u002Fp>",1425,"2026-06-05T23:57:11.498Z",1,"novelbin.me","4d79c8f6ecffa0c1e24c080a4d976cccc3d062a490fe2636d482e4aa968bbebe","harem-startup-the-demon-billionaire-is-on-vacati-chapter-9","harem-startup-the-demon-billionaire-is-on-vacati-chapter-7",878,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fharem-startup-the-demon-billionaire-is-on-vacati-cover.jpg"]