[{"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-94":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},1410855,1864,"Chapter 94: Daughter of Pride","harem-startup-the-demon-billionaire-is-on-vacati-chapter-94",94,"\u003Cp>Chapter 94 – Daughter of Pride\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lux smirked slowly, his gaze shifting toward the voice before it even finished its sentence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I also didn’t expect the daughter of the Pride Lord to come all the way here just to critique my caffeine habits...\" He tilted his head. \"Sira.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no portal. No flash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just a quiet crack, like a fracture in space opening with a gentle yawn. A rift bloomed in the far corner of the café—dark, slow-spinning, like the folds of shadow themselves had grown bored and decided to part.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From it, stepped Sira.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rift vanished behind her without a sound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now she was here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A stunning figure cloaked in midnight silk that shimmered like oil and starlight. Her long obsidian hair swept over one shoulder, framing a face sculpted for worship and war in equal measure. Red eyes, long lashes, high cheekbones, and lips that always looked moments away from saying something dangerous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn’t walk. She glided—heels silent, steps smooth, like gravity moved out of her way on principle. The kind of presence that made rooms realign themselves around her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lux had met her hundreds of times before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meetings. War negotiations. Trade agreements. And sometimes... lunch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lobbying lunches.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though if someone watched them for too long, they’d think more than politics was being negotiated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sira stopped directly in front of him, hands relaxed at her sides, smirk already in place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The café was still frozen around them. Waitstaff locked mid-pour. Lina the barista, blinking at a receipt. A latte stuck in a suspended swirl like it had been frozen in divine Photoshop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lux sighed softly. \"What brought you here, Sira?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead of answering, she held out one perfectly manicured hand. \"Where’s my greeting?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He huffed internally. ’Of course.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The daughter of Pride.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like her father, she had a thing for ceremony, for image. For getting exactly what she wanted, exactly how she wanted it, just because the idea of compromise made her physically itch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Took her hand gently, bowed his head slightly, and kissed the back of her fingers—cool, smooth, faintly scented with something decadent and infernal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The traditional greeting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Business mode. Lobbying diplomacy. Safe territory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She looked very pleased with herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Nice~\" she purred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lux sat back down, expression unreadable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sira took the seat across from him, legs crossing with practiced elegance, silk flowing around her like water that obeyed only her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You still haven’t answered me,\" Lux said, reaching again for his coffee. It was still warm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I just wanted to see you~\" she replied sweetly. \"Am I wrong for that?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Depends,\" he said, sipping. \"You usually only see people when you’re about to eat them metaphorically. Or politically.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She giggled, leaning in slightly. \"Oh, Lux. You know me too well.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I try.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’ve been quiet lately,\" Sira continued, her nails tapping the table in soft little rhythms. \"Rumors said you vanished into the mortal realm. I didn’t believe it at first. But here you are... sipping espresso and playing human. How adorable.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I needed a break.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You, breaks? Please.\" She narrowed her eyes slightly. \"You were born for boardrooms and financial halls threats.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Funny. I was told I needed therapy.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Maybe they’re right,\" she mused, then added, \"Though I find your insanity charming.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lux chuckled under his breath, low and dry. \"Thank you,\" he said, tipping his coffee in mock salute. \"But I’d prefer to keep myself sane. Just for variety.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sira smiled wider, like he’d just complimented her perfume. \"Why? Madness suits you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It doesn’t match my new shoes.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That earned a giggle from her. She leaned back into her chair, lounging like a queen on a throne made of café ambiance and frozen time. \"So serious now, Lux. You weren’t like this when we last saw each other in the Ember Court.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lux raised an eyebrow. \"That meeting involved three warlords, a cursed blood pact, and a poisoned soufflé.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She pointed a perfectly lacquered nail at him. \"Still. You smiled more.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Because the soufflé hit the guy I hated most.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That was a good moment,\" she said, eyes sparkling. \"You really know how to spike a dessert.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I did it with love.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She sighed wistfully. \"See? That’s the Lux I missed.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He swirled his coffee cup once, then met her gaze again—cool and level now. \"So? What’s the real reason you’re here?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sira tilted her head, and this time her smile sharpened. \"I’m bored.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lux raised an eyebrow. \"You crossed the realms and froze time in a coffee shop because you’re bored?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She leaned forward, chin on her palm. \"You were the most interesting creature I knew. And then you disappeared. You didn’t even say goodbye.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Didn’t realize I was under contract.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She pouted dramatically. \"You could’ve sent a letter. A whisper. A kiss.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lux’s eyes narrowed slightly. \"You’re dancing.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I always dance.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He set his cup down again. \"So what do you want, Sira?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I told you,\" she said, smiling brighter now. \"I want to play.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The word dropped like velvet on iron.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lux’s body went still for half a breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because that word—from her—was loaded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Play could mean banter. Teasing. Flirtation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it could also mean... a trial. A test. A puzzle soaked in madness. A seduction that ended in metaphysical collapse. Torture so intricate and beautiful it made ancient warlords cry into their blood-slicked armor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d seen it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d watched her \"play\" before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the laughter didn’t always come from her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I need details,\" he said carefully. \"What kind of play?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sira’s smile didn’t fade. If anything, it deepened. She sat back, swirled a finger in the air, and conjured a slow ripple of golden infernal flame that shaped into dice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They hovered between them. Glowing. Dangerous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Something light,\" she said coyly. \"A game. With a prize.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What kind of prize?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Depends if you win.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And if I lose?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes gleamed. \"Same prize. Different flavor.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stared at the dice. Then at her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Figures.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even his System was throwing its hands up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lux exhaled slowly. \"You know, this whole seductive chaos thing? You really commit.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’m a Pride demon,\" she said simply. \"We don’t do things halfway.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He leaned back again, dragging a hand through his hair, gaze sharp. \"And I’m on vacation.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Exactly why I thought you’d be free.\"\u003C\u002Fp>",1047,"2026-06-05T23:57:11.778Z",1,"novelbin.me","fb9bbba923350ccffc0e01a9509b2f58be26f53feb3b7df21f758ed451189cbf","harem-startup-the-demon-billionaire-is-on-vacati-chapter-95","harem-startup-the-demon-billionaire-is-on-vacati-chapter-93",878,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fharem-startup-the-demon-billionaire-is-on-vacati-cover.jpg"]