[{"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-97":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},1410858,1864,"Chapter 97: Milk Me","harem-startup-the-demon-billionaire-is-on-vacati-chapter-97",97,"\u003Cp>Chapter 97 – Milk Me\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lux adjusted his collar and muttered, \"Still smells like smug.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A nearby staff member—a glowing humanoid in an ivory suit with gold threads—looked up from a floating reception desk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The being’s eyes widened. Visibly panicked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lux gave a lazy smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hey,\" he said, strolling up casually. \"I’d like to redeem a therapy coupon. From Celestaria.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Now?\" the staff stammered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yeah,\" Lux said. \"Isn’t that how coupons work? You use them.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The staff scrambled, trying to tap invisible panels. \"Sir, you didn’t schedule an appointment. There’s protocol—there’s—there’s clearance!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I thought this was the Upper Realm,\" Lux said. \"Shouldn’t forgiveness and help be immediate? I had sent my email earlier.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Th-that’s not how scheduling works. At least, you need to wait for the reply— \"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But out of sudden, the walls pulsed once. The floor beneath Lux glowed, tracing golden lines around his boots. A soft hum vibrated in the air like a deep piano note being held too long.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then a second ding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An archway opened nearby. The light inside shimmered warm, comforting, terrifying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The staff member just stood there, frozen like they’d just seen a murder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lux gave a wink.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Tell Celestaria I brought my own baggage,\" he said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then walked into the therapy room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was... not what he expected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soft light. Warm couches. Giant window showing a view of the stars—and beyond that, the endless spirals of other realms spinning like galaxies. A divine tea machine purred softly in the corner, guarded by a mini Seraph with a clipboard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And in the center...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A woman sat cross-legged, floating a few inches above the plush white rug. She glowed. Not obnoxiously. Just... warm. Real.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Celestaria.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>High Custodian of Progression Paths.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She opened one eye lazily, floating a few inches above a rug that probably cost more than most kingdoms. \"You’re early.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I came unscheduled,\" Lux said with a shrug, already eyeing the couches like a man preparing to emotionally collapse in style.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I noticed,\" she replied, setting her teacup down with divine grace. \"The alarms screamed.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lux didn’t even try to hide his grimace. \"I didn’t expect my therapist to be you, though. I thought I’d get, like... some serene angel with round glasses and a clipboard. Not you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Celestaria smirked faintly, not bothering to rise yet. Her light didn’t dim—if anything, it leaned more smug. \"Why? Feel exposed?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I feel like I’m about to confess my sins to a priest, not get mental therapy,\" Lux muttered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Celestaria tilted her head. \"It’s not that different. Confession is a form of healing. It releases inner wounds. Eases burdens. Brings light.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lux groaned, rubbing his temple. \"Great. I get celestial therapy and guilt tripping.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She finally rose to her feet, moving like someone who didn’t walk so much as glide by divine executive order. \"Guilt is just unresolved awareness. You’re welcome.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He eyed her. \"Then can I at least have a coffee to start with? Something to keep me from crying holy tears mid-session?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She folded her arms in mock offense. \"We have milk. And tea.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Tea?\" Lux echoed, staring like she’d just offered him vinegar. \"What kind of hellspawn serves tea to a Greed demon on the edge?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This isn’t hell,\" she said sweetly. \"And coffee is terrible for spiritual health. It spikes your soul’s rhythm and irritates the purity currents.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lux blinked. \"...You’re making that up.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn’t deny it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sighed and sank into the nearest therapy couch. \"Fine. Milk me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She raised an eyebrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I mean, give me the milk,\" he groaned, covering his face. \"And forget I said it like that.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Celestaria chuckled quietly as a glowing assistant rolled in with a crystal tray of warm almond milk and glowing chamomile tea. The mini seraph bowed politely, then hovered near the door like a moral support spirit with a clipboard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lux accepted the glass with all the grace of a man defeated by divine lactose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...You know what would go good with this?\" he muttered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don’t say coffee.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He glared, lifting the warm glass of almond milk like it was a curse. \"A bullet.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Celestaria sighed and floated down into the chair across from him, folding one leg over the other like a therapist on a divine talk show.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Want me to hold your hand through your emotional breakdown, or should we just skip straight to the soul excavation?\" she asked, too cheerful for someone about to spiritually dissect a demon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lux narrowed his eyes. \"Is that how you usually start sessions?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No,\" she said. \"To be honest, you are my only clients.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He huffed. \"Right. So I’m an experiment.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She huffed through her nose and pulled a crystalline notepad into her lap, its surface glowing with shifting text only she could read. \"Alright, Greed Incubus. What’s broken today?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lux tilted his head back, the almond milk still in hand, and stared at the ceiling like it had answers. \"Where do I start...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Childhood trauma?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Please. My parents left me alone for only almost two centuries. That’s standard.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Repressed infernal identity crisis?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I thrive on my infernal identity.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mid-century lust addiction?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Tempting, but no.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She raised one perfect eyebrow. \"Romantic instability with celestial and\u002For infernal royalty?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Didn’t even blink.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...That’s a stupidly specific guess.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Celestaria sipped her tea with infinite smugness. \"You reek of Pride perfume. Sira’s scent isn’t subtle, Lux.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"She cornered me in a café,\" he muttered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And then?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"She tried to seduce me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I rejected her.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Celestaria blinked. \"Wow.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I know.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And you’re here because...?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lux rubbed his face with one hand. \"Because I don’t know if she came to see me or if she felt the divine artifact I absorbed. Because I’m not sure if she’s playing the long game or genuinely—\" he hesitated, \"—lonely.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sounds like a toxic ex.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"She’s not an ex,\" he groaned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yet,\" Celestaria said, flipping a page on her glowing notepad.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I hate this place,\" Lux muttered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And yet you keep coming back.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lux clicked his tongue, swirling the last of the almond milk in his glass. \"It’s the guilt lighting. You people make everything look like a soft epiphany is one comfy chair away.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Celestaria leaned forward, elbow on knee, resting her chin in her hand. Her divine glow softened a little, warm like dusk light through gauzy curtains. \"You look more free in this state.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yeah...\" Lux’s voice dropped, almost to a whisper. \"I’m trying.\"\u003C\u002Fp>",1068,"2026-06-05T23:57:11.778Z",1,"novelbin.me","a25a69dd466d786f560bdb608ac1712cb98e50db4c3624743f01fe3455c0a4c5","harem-startup-the-demon-billionaire-is-on-vacati-chapter-98","harem-startup-the-demon-billionaire-is-on-vacati-chapter-96",878,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fharem-startup-the-demon-billionaire-is-on-vacati-cover.jpg"]