Harem Startup : The Demon Billionaire is on Vacation-Chapter 407: Demon Bunny

Chapter 407 – Demon Bunny

"Warm..." she mumbled against his neck.

"I better be," Lux muttered. "I’m the reason half this city’s temperature rises."

She let out a faint sigh and melted under the covers. He tucked the blanket around her like a ritual, smoothing it over her hair and shoulders until she looked like a blessed dumpling.

Then he whispered near her ear, "Sleep well, demon bunny."

And just like that, she was out again.

Lux walked out quietly and didn’t bother to teleport this time. He took the long walk to the garage.

He needed to breathe.

He revved the car engine once and leaned against the door, waiting at the entrance.

And then—oh.

First came Sira.

He blinked.

She was dressed like she was going to walk the runway straight into someone’s sins. Black leather corset top. A high-slit, asymmetrical skirt that fluttered like a sword unsheathed. Heels that clicked with confidence and gold accents around her throat and wrists like war medals. Her Pride aura shimmered off her like an invisible crown.

"You like it?" she asked, posing like this was a photo shoot.

"Trying to make me crash before we even leave?"

"I aim to please. And ruin lives."

Lux smirked. "It’s working."

Then came Ariel.

And yeah.

The contrast was insane.

Ariel looked like someone’s sweet younger cousin finally allowed outside. She wore a simple cream blouse, soft pleated skirt, and flats. Her cheeks were pink—not from blush, but from nerves.

Still.

She looked better than yesterday.

There was a softness to her now. A calm. She walked with a little more presence, even if her eyes flicked nervously between Lux and Sira like she was watching fire and waiting to get burned.

"You look nice," Lux said honestly as he opened the passenger door for her.

Ariel blinked at him. "Really?"

"Really."

Sira huffed as she slid into the front seat. "He lies to comfort mortals."

"I lie to everyone," Lux said, starting the engine. "But I meant it."

Ariel looked down, blushing as she buckled in.

The car purred as it left the estate. The roads bent for them. Lights turned green without command. His vehicle, like its master, didn’t wait for permission.

"So... what are we going to get? Like t-shirts and pants?" Ariel asked.

Sira chuckled darkly. "Oh sweetheart, no."

They pulled into a high-end district ten minutes later. Polished marble sidewalks. Towering glass buildings. People dressed like magazine covers and walking credit cards.

A boutique strip.

Not fast fashion.

Luxury.

Real luxury.

Ariel stared as they slowed down and parked in front of a store that had actual security runes etched into the stone façade.

She blinked at the glass windows, at the mannequins wearing gowns that probably cost more than most people’s rent.

"W-Wait," she stammered, "this is—this is a mistake, right? This place—this is for rich people."

Sira turned in her seat, biting her lip like she was holding back laughter. "Lux is Greed royalty. His socks are richer than half this city."

"I—what—no—I can’t—"

"Yes, you can," Lux said simply, stepping out and walking around to open her door.

"I don’t—this is too much—"

Lux bent slightly, meeting her eye. "Ariel. You deserve to look like the woman you are. Not the girl they tried to break."

She froze.

And then slowly, shakily, nodded.

Inside, the store lit up like a temple of silk and seduction. Velvet couches. Floating racks. Mirrors that flattered from every angle. Perfume drifted through the air, soft and floral.

Two stylists immediately swooped in like hawks spotting prey.

"New client?" one of them asked, already circling Ariel.

"Royal priority," Lux said, voice cool.

It wasn’t even a shout. Just a smooth declaration laced with honey and weight.

But it landed like thunder.

The boutique went quiet for a beat—just long enough for every head to turn.

And when they turned, they saw him.

Lux Vaelthorn didn’t just enter a room. He colonized its attention. A black dress shirt unbuttoned at the throat, black slacks that molded to long legs, infernal-gold cufflinks that shimmered subtly beneath the lights. His eyes? Sharp. Gleaming. Expensive.

Next to him, Sira looked like sin made couture. Leather corset top. Slit skirt like a weapon. Her heels whispered threats with every click. Her pride aura didn’t even need to be visible. She was the spotlight. The boutique staff—men and women alike—hovered around them like moths circling two divine flames.

But Lux, unfazed by the stares, flicked out his black card like it was a declaration of war.

"This one," he said, nodding toward Ariel, "is the client today. She gets what she wants. What matches her."

Ariel blinked. Hard.

She had no idea where to look. Every fiber of her soul was already screaming ’I don’t belong here,’ and—what?—declared her royalty?

Her?

Her.

A girl who’d slept in cages and cried pearls until her soul went numb?

"She’s lovely," one of the stylists whispered to another. "Look at her cheekbones. Those eyes. And the hair! Natural?"

Ariel flushed. She still wasn’t used to the soft waves Velza had given her this morning. Or the way her skin actually glowed after Vierra’s face mask.

"She needs dresses," Lux said firmly. "And coats. And shoes. Jewelry if she wants it. Price isn’t a concern."

That did it.

The staff swarmed.

"Darling, come with us."

"This skin tone? She needs forest green. No, wait. Ice blue. Something ethereal."

"Do you prefer dresses or—no, you know what, never mind. We’ll do both."

Ariel barely had time to squeak out an "okay" before they whisked her into a back room, a private lounge lined with velvet cushions, full-length mirrors, and racks upon racks of silk, chiffon, and things she couldn’t pronounce.

She glanced back at Lux.

He nodded once. Calm. Steady.

Like he actually believed she belonged here.

Outside the lounge, Lux turned to Sira. "Do you need anything too?"

Sira arched an eyebrow. "I don’t wear mortal clothes. You know that."

"Right..." He sighed, tucking his card away. "So... we’re going to wait?"