A golden Chevrolet car coursed through the road, stopping at numerous shop areas and parking in a designated slot. Pedestrians' eyes were glued to the car, as it was the kind of vehicle only the richest people drove.
"Damn, who are these hotties?"
"Isn't that the former young miss of the Everett Clan?"
"See those assets! Just laying my eyes on them has delighted me."
"Who is the silver-haired guy who can attract so many ladies?"
"He's so handsome. My face is flushed."
"I wonder where they came from?"
"Yes, I would have tried talking to these beauties, but seeing the young man dealt a great blow to my confidence."
Murmurs filled the crowd as the passengers of the golden Chevrolet alighted.
A silver-haired young man, red-eyed, wearing a white top and black trousers, stepped out, sporting black glasses.
A silver-haired young lady with a pale face and silver eyes wore a black-brown dress.
A black-haired young lady, with assets that could be described as "peak," wore a white shirt, black skirt, and stockings.
An icy blue-haired, blue-eyed young lady wore a pink top and trousers.
A black-haired, black-eyed young lady was dressed in a purple dress.
Lastly, a silver-haired young girl stepped out in a silver dress.
This group of people was Draco and the ladies. As for why they were here, it was for shopping. The ladies had dragged Draco along, brimming with excitement.
"So, where are we going?" Draco scratched his head, clearly unfamiliar with the area. "Also, don't worry; the bills are on me." His words brought smiles to the ladies' faces, their eyes flickering with excitement.
"Oh, since that's the case, let's explore the whole designer shop area!" Alya said. A bad feeling rose in Draco's heart upon hearing this, but he shrugged it off, assuming it was just casual exploration.
They walked into the shop area. Draco was confused about why there were so many shops concentrated here.
"For better organization, the government decided that all shops should be in one place. Only supermarkets can be found on the streets," Rose explained, noticing Draco's inquisitive gaze. Soon, they spotted a large clothing shop, making it their first stop.
"Welcome to Premier Cool," they were greeted by a female receptionist. Rose stepped forward. "We'd like to see the best clothes you have."
The receptionist, surprised, looked at them closely. She began to wonder if they were from one of the clans, especially after recalling Rose's former identity.
"Okay, please follow me," the receptionist said, leading them into an elevator that ascended to the highest floor—the fifth floor.
Even though this was a shopping area, it occupied 30% of Aerthys' land area. Despite the buildings not being skyscrapers, they were quite tall and equipped with elevators.
DING!
The elevator opened, revealing the fifth floor, where Draco would soon regret agreeing to their shopping spree.
The floor had far fewer clothes than the first floor, but the items here sparkled like diamonds in their displays.
"The clothes here are made with Volkoid skin, and some have even become artifact weapons," the receptionist explained. The girls' eyes lit up as they admired the collection. Even Lyraea was entranced, though Draco maintained his usual expression.
Before long, the ladies scattered, leaving Draco with no choice but to sit on a cushioned chair nearby.
Thirty minutes had passed, and none of the ladies had appeared. Draco was reading a novel, one of the interesting things he had found on the internet.
"Master, which one do you think I should pick?" Alya's voice interrupted Draco. He turned to see her holding a deep black gown and a brown-black dress. From what Draco could sense, the material used to make these clothes felt remarkably strong.
He looked at both dresses, imagining Alya wearing them, but to him, both seemed perfect.
"How about I try them on, and Master can see how they look on me?" Alya suggested when she noticed Draco's slightly confused expression.
He followed her, but a question suddenly came to mind. "So, how many clothes have you picked?"
Alya chuckled. "None. I can't seem to pick the ones that fit me. Only these two seem good, but I don't know which one is perfect."
When Draco heard this, it felt as if thunder had struck him. For a whole thirty minutes, you haven't picked any clothes?! He felt like crying. "Don't tell me it's the same with the others!"
He now understood the source of his earlier bad feeling. They had said they wanted to explore all the shops, and at their first stop, thirty minutes had passed without a single choice being made.
"Since you can't seem to choose between the two, take both dresses," Draco suggested.
Alya's eyes lit up at his words. "But won't that affect you?"
"Don't worry. I'm sure this is chicken change for me," Draco reassured her.
"Oh, but each dress costs 10 million Origin Coins," Alya said.
"Yes, 10... wait, what?!" Draco cried out, staring at the dresses that were about to devour his money. Just a piece of clothing costs this much?!
"Don't worry. As I said, the bills are on me," Draco forced a smile.
"Watch me try them on and tell me how they look," Alya said.
Draco, lost in thought over how to handle the situation, simply nodded.
Until they reached the changing room, and Alya tried to drag him inside.
"Ahem, I think I should stay out here," Draco said quickly.
"But Master, you promised to watch me," Alya pouted.
Draco scratched his head, unsure how to explain that he had nodded unconsciously. When the thought of Alya changing in front of him crossed his mind, his face turned red.
"Draco."
"Darling."
They both turned to see the other girls, along with Lyraea, approaching them.
Draco suddenly had an idea. Since the girls were often at odds with each other, if he explained what Alya wanted, they would surely disagree. I'm a genius, Draco thought.
He then complained, "Help me tell Alya not to drag me into the changing room to watch her try on clothes."
After he said this, silence filled the room. A bad feeling rose in Draco's heart.
"Why didn't I think of that?" Ivy pouted in disappointment.
"Teacher Alya is too clever," Rose pouted as well.
Adrianna joined in, pouting too, making Draco sweat. Things were not going according to plan.
"How about we all try on clothes and let Master tell us how beautiful we look?" Alya suggested.
Draco shook his head, signaling them to say "No." But alas...
"If that's the case, I agree," Adrianna said. The other girls nodded as well.
Draco, seeing this, screamed internally. Isn't Ivy supposed to be angry? Why is she so agreeable? And you two—why are you so happy about this?!
"Ahem! You know Lyraea is here. She's still a child..." Draco forced a smile.
The girls paused in thought at his words.
"I have a skill that can cover her entire body, so don't worry," Alya said, looking at Draco with a smile.
As the girls' eyes lit up with excitement, Draco seized the opportunity to tiptoe away, intending to escape.
"Master, where are you going?" Alya grabbed him before he could flee.
"I was going to pay the bills," Draco forced out a smile.
"Don't worry, you can do that after we finish trying on clothes," Alya giggled.
SOMEE!!!!!!