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Harem Startup : The Demon Billionaire is on Vacation

Chapter 57: Obsession and Power · Nov 13, 2026

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51 Chapter 51: No Wounds 2026-11-13
52 Chapter 52: Fight Like Someone Who’s Been Alone Too Long 2026-11-13
53 Chapter 53: High-end Villain Who Regrets Nothing 2026-11-13
54 Chapter 54: Passive-aggressive Letter 2026-11-13
55 Chapter 55: Metaphors 2026-11-13
56 Chapter 56: I Don’t Offer Love 2026-11-13
57 Chapter 57: Obsession and Power 2026-11-13
58 Chapter 58: A Freak With Money 2026-11-13
59 Chapter 59: Checkout Dash 2026-11-13
60 Chapter 60: Midas Touch 2026-11-13
61 Chapter 61: I Flirt in Balance Sheets 2026-11-13
62 Chapter 62: I Could Eat 2026-11-13
63 Chapter 63: Emotional Detachment 2026-11-13
64 Chapter 64: Wrong Letter 2026-11-13
65 Chapter 65: Misbehaving 2026-11-13
66 Chapter 66: Bless This Mess 2026-11-13
67 Chapter 67: You’re Shaking 2026-11-13
68 Chapter 68: Touch Me 2026-11-13
69 Chapter 69: Explore Me (18+) 2026-11-13
70 Chapter 70: You Feel… (18+) 2026-11-13
71 Chapter 71: Harder (18+) 2026-11-13
72 Chapter 72: Naughty Tentacle (18+) 2026-11-13
73 Chapter 73: Sun and Moon 2026-11-13
74 Chapter 74: Second Pact [Part 1] 2026-11-13
75 Chapter 75: Second Pact [Part 2] 2026-11-13
76 Chapter 76: Riding Her Demon (18+) 2026-11-13
77 Chapter 77: I Dated Balance Sheets for Two Hundred Years 2026-11-13
78 Chapter 78: This Vacation is Out of Control 2026-11-13
79 Chapter 79: Full Control 2026-11-13
80 Chapter 80: Greed System 2026-11-13
81 Chapter 81: I’m a Hot Mess 2026-11-13
82 Chapter 82: Vacations are Exhausting 2026-11-13
83 Chapter 83: Am I Don’t Know Anything Except Working? 2026-11-13
84 Chapter 84: All You Can Scream Buffet 2026-11-13
85 Chapter 85: Monopoly is Good 2026-11-13
86 Chapter 86: You’re a Menace 2026-11-13
87 Chapter 87: Better Options Exist 2026-11-13
88 Chapter 88: BRIDE TO BE 2026-11-13
89 Chapter 89: Mortals and Their Schedules 2026-11-13
90 Chapter 90: Suit and Tie 2026-11-13
91 Chapter 91: This Machine Bites 2026-11-13
92 Chapter 92: Hollow 2026-11-13
93 Chapter 93: Unemployed Incubus 2026-11-13
94 Chapter 94: Daughter of Pride 2026-11-13
95 Chapter 95: I’m Not Your Toy 2026-11-13
96 Chapter 96: Ascension Protocol 2026-11-13
97 Chapter 97: Milk Me 2026-11-13
98 Chapter 98: You Feel Empty 2026-11-13
99 Chapter 99: Collateral 2026-11-13
100 Chapter 100: Loopholes are My Bread and Butter 2026-11-13

Chapter 57 – Obsession and Power

The car went quiet.

Outside, the city was starting to shift. Morning shadows melting into midday light. People running to brunch spots. Drivers honking. But inside the car? Time crawled.

”I offer obsession,” Lux said. ”Power. The kind of bond that makes people change their lives. I’ll give everything they want. But I don’t promise fairytales.”

Rava looked at him.

And for the first time, she didn’t have a comeback.

Didn’t have a sarcastic quip.

Didn’t have a jab to knock his ego down a peg.

Because that was honest.

And brutal.

And something she wasn’t ready to admit she might actually want.

She shifted in her seat, legs crossing again, trying to disguise how tightly her thighs pressed together now. Her fingers curled in her lap. Eyes still on him.

”Are you always this intense?” she asked, voice soft.

”Only when I mean it.”

She stared.

He stared back.

And gods, she wanted to kiss him.

Not because he was beautiful.

Not because he was rich.

Not even because his voice made her stomach do stupid gymnastics.

But because he was real in a way most people weren’t.

And she was dangerously close to falling for that.

Which terrified her more than any bloodline ever could.

So Rava did the only thing a semi-functioning emotionally-deflecting kraken girl could do.

She looked straight ahead, out the window, at nothing in particular, and said in the calmest voice she could manage, 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

”You’re dangerous.”

Lux didn’t even pretend to be surprised.

”I know,” he replied, exhaling like it was a confession and a flex at the same time. ”And I prefer it that way.”

His voice held no malice. Just... acceptance. Like being dangerous was just part of his morning routine. Coffee. Chaos. Charm. Repeat.

Rava’s grip on her seat tightened.

”I don’t make relationships with dangerous people,” she said flatly.

She didn’t raise her voice. Didn’t snap. But her tone had edges.

She wanted to sound cold. Firm. Unaffected.

She hoped—really, really hoped—her voice wouldn’t betray her.

But Lux?

He didn’t push back. Didn’t smirk.

He just glanced sideways at her. Eyes steady.

Like he knew what was coming.

And then... he felt it.

A shift.

A... brush.

His eyes flicked downward.

Oh.

That was not her hand.

Something soft, warm, and slightly slick slid along his collarbone like it was testing territory. It coiled gently around his neck with a curiosity that was entirely not human.

Another strand crept upward, tracing the line of his jaw—like a question mark wrapped in nerve endings.

He turned his head a fraction.

And yeah.

Rava was panicking.

Her tentacles—those ethereal extensions of her emotions—were out. Not fully, not violently, but visibly. And worse? They weren’t trying to attack or defend.

They were clinging.

To him.

One had already slithered inside his shirt, like it was shopping for warmth.

”...Miss Bluewave,” Lux murmured, voice too calm to be innocent. ”It seems your tentacles disagree with you.”

Her head snapped toward him so fast he half expected a crack.

”What? No—” she started, and then saw it.

Saw the way one of her slick cobalt tendrils was gently wrapped around his wrist.

Another was lazily curled on his thigh.

Two more were doing God-knew-what inside his damn coat.

She let out a sharp sound that was half-gasp, half-horrified-kraken-noise.

”Oh no. They—They—”

”They are adorable.”

Lux reached out before she could retract them.

He caught the closest one—light blue, barely visible in the filtered sunlight—and held it with surprising gentleness.

Then, as if he was greeting royalty, he brought the tip to his lips.

And kissed it.

Like it was the back of a noblewoman’s hand.

Like it was perfectly normal.

Like she was perfectly normal.

Rava froze.

Brain. Empty.

Offline.

That single kiss burned hotter than most of her past flings. Her cheeks flared, her skin prickled, and her heart went into overdrive like it’d just taken a shot of espresso laced with liquid embarrassment.

”You’re not disgusted by it?” she whispered, her voice small—too small for someone like her.

Lux’s expression didn’t change.

”Why would I be?” he said softly. ”You’re a kraken. You have tentacles. It’s normal. They’re your limbs.”

She stared at him.

Not blinking.

Not breathing.

Something warm and terrifying bloomed in her chest.

It wasn’t just the words. It was the way he said them. Matter-of-fact. Zero judgment. Zero fear. Zero hesitation.

No one had ever called her limbs ”adorable.”

No one had kissed one like it was sacred.

No one had spoken about her nature without flinching—even a little.

She felt something sharp behind her eyes.

Emotion.

Damn it.

She wasn’t ready for this.

Not from him.

But before she could answer—before she could ruin the moment with words— the car slowed.

A soft electronic chime signaled their arrival.

The driver gently cleared his throat through the intercom. ”Sir, we’ve arrived at the boutique.”

Lux blinked, then casually uncoiled the last tentacle from his shirt and adjusted his cuffs.

”Great,” he said, his tone flipping back to practical business mode. ”Give me ten—fifteen minutes. I know what I need.”

He opened the door and stepped out, coat flaring just enough to catch the sunlight, shoes clicking sharply against the concrete.

Rava was still frozen.

Her tentacles had slithered back into hiding, but her heart was still doing parkour behind her ribs.

She took a long, slow breath.

Then another.

It didn’t help.

’You’re a kraken. You have tentacles. It’s normal.’

The words played on repeat. Like a spell.

Damn him.

She’d spent her whole life mastering how to be less.

Less emotional.

Less reactive.

Less alien.

And then he came along, kissed her tentacle, and acted like it was cute.

She peeked out the tinted window and watched him walk across the boutique’s entrance like he belonged on a runway.

People turned.

Of course they did.

He had that kind of walk. That confident, slow, I-own-this-side-of-the-city stride. Like he’d been born with a private bank and an ego sculpted by dark gods.

He disappeared into the boutique.

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