Reincarnated in the Alternate World, I'm A Demonic Lord as Well as a Villager
Chapter 103 - 88: Late at Night, Demon King, Rewards the Hero (Seeking Subscription!)_2

Chapter 103: Chapter 88: Late at Night, Demon King, Rewards the Hero (Seeking Subscription!)_2

"Come on, Lina."

Shami teleported and lay on the bed, patting the mattress.

"So fast!"

The white-haired girl slowly approached the bed.

The girl had prepared herself even before coming here tonight.

She washed her body to be fragrant, rinsed her mouth two or three times, and wore a thin skirt just to have closer contact in the embrace with Shami.

Since it’s a reward, of course, you have to prepare well! An embrace is a matter for two people, and if Shami doesn’t feel comfortable, there might not be this kind of reward next time.

Lina convinced herself in her heart that these actions were normal behavior.

"Then I’m coming up, Shami..."

"Mm."

The white-haired girl took off the wooden clogs on her small feet and slowly climbed onto the bed.

"On the bed, no matter how we hug, it feels a bit awkward, doesn’t it, Lina?"

Shami lay on the bed, a bit puzzled about what kind of hugging scene would develop between them.

"I’ve already thought of a position, Shami..."

Lina exuded a faint scent of a young girl, her little feet pure and crystal clear. Her right foot crossed over Shami, sitting on his thigh area.

"?"

Shami looked up at the white-haired Hero sitting on him, baffled.

Wait, this is supposed to be a hug, right, and not something else.

Lina slowly lowered her body, her upper body pressing against Shami.

Her head just rested on Shami’s shoulder, her flushed little face against his neck, her delicate hands slowly encircling Shami’s neck, holding him tightly.

"Is this hug okay?"

Lina’s little face was nestled beside Shami’s neck, her soft voice, with her breath gently brushing against Shami’s skin, tickling him.

"Of course, it is."

Shami’s voice was slightly stiff.

Seems like he’s being pinned down by the Hero!

"The last time I hugged Shami like this, it was still in a deep forest surrounded by swamps..."

Lina’s gentle voice sounded.

"I don’t think we’ve ever been to such a place."

"Mm... I imagined it... That time I was on the way to defeat the Demon King, got lost alone, and after starving in the deep forest for five days, found my way out. One night I hugged a tree trunk to sleep and dreamed of this scene."

Shami felt inexplicably sad hearing this.

Girl, are you a koala?

"Shami is definitely more comfortable than a tree trunk..."

Lina’s face began to rub against Shami’s neck.

Shami could clearly feel the white-haired girl’s nose tip gently gliding over his neck.

"Don’t compare me to a tree trunk."

Lina felt so comfortable, the feeling matching the one she dreamed of; Shami was simply the perfect sleeping pillow.

If only she could hug sideways, it would be even more comfortable.

Lina looked with shy, red eyes, smelling Shami’s skin. From her view, she could just see Shami’s side profile.

She stared in a daze for three or four seconds and stuck out her little tongue.

"Don’t lick my ear suddenly!"

Shami shivered.

"Eh? Don’t you like it? The teacher said men’s comfort zone might be the ears..."

"Which teacher?!"

Shami quipped, losing the interest in further quips.

Though Lina was now in a very proactive posture on his body, his hands were not constrained.

The hands placed beside him slowly lifted, as he also wanted to hug this poor white-haired Hero.

"Oops, time’s up."

Just as Shami was about to embrace the girl’s waist, the white-haired girl reluctantly got up, sitting on Shami, looking at him with reluctance.

"Time is so short..."

"At such times, playing a little trick on the boss is not out of the question."

Shami withdrew his hands, looking at the inexplicably righteous white-haired Hero in such matters.

"No way. If I cheat, then Shami might cheat on me next time."

The white-haired girl firmly shook her head.

That kind of thing is unimportant; even if you have this principle, the flat-chested blonde doesn’t, probably in this camp, the more serious you are, the more likely you are to suffer.

The white-haired girl reluctantly got up, lifting her snow-white little foot, her right foot clean and faintly rosy on the sole slowly crossing over Shami under his gaze.

With the lingering scent of Shami still on her, the white-haired girl quickly left after getting off the bed.

She just had to keep this scent in her blanket.

"Shami, see you tomorrow!"

Shami touched his chest.

And the warm breath of white hair.

The soft sensation hadn’t yet dissipated in his mind, like waves crashing against the Demon King’s brain.

"The Hero’s power is somewhat terrifying..."

...

Inn.

Lina, who ran back, just happened to bump into Lureya looking out at the night view from the window at the end of the corridor.

"Lina, you’re coming back so late?"

Lureya saw the white-haired girl looking dreamy and asked.

"Yeah."

The white-haired girl was still lost in the embrace from earlier.

"Sometimes you don’t need to be too hard on yourself," Lureya comforted, "if you feel too tired, you can reduce some part-time jobs or reasonably take a little break."

"Reasonably take a little break?"

Lureya pulled Lina over and secretly shared her victory today with her.

"Eh, half-day holiday? Did Miss Lureya really ask for such a task reward!"

"Of course, if there’s wool to be gathered, I’ll definitely do it! After all, Shami himself said there’d be a reward."

The blonde girl became smug.

"What about you, Lina? Did you ask for any reward?"

Lina blinked embarrassedly.

Compared to Miss Lureya’s reward, the one she asked for seemed really shy to mention.

"Ah, it’s nothing, it’s just that sort of thing, I’m really too embarrassed to say it, I’ll head back to my room first."

The white-haired girl hurriedly retreated into her room.

"This is the sign of not knowing how to seize the opportunity, Lina. How to take advantage of Shami, you still have a lot to learn from me."

Lureya shook her head and sighed.

...

Next day.

What’s a Mage from Fata doing here?

Could it be that the Divination Art has revealed some new prophecy about his personal information, making it public again?

After coming back from herding sheep, Shami, not understanding why a Magical Girl would appear here, went to the village’s intelligence hub — the tavern.

After ordering a pint of wheat beer, he sat in a corner, quietly listening to the villagers’ discussions.

"Did you hear? The neighboring village’s acre of wheat field produced over a thousand pounds of wheat."

"No way. Such a wheat field is bound to attract Slimes. Recently, a village had its fields trampled by Slimes. It seems a sword-wielding Demon Envoy appeared too. Everyone, watch out."

"More importantly, does anyone know why the trees around the village have cut marks? Could they be left by Slimes? A sort of mark signaling the next attack on this village."

"Eh? There are such bizarre happenings? Speaking of strange things, I saw a skeleton outside the village one night. A skeleton wearing black stockings, moving through the woods."

"..."

They’ve completely become the protagonists of the village’s bizarre tales, these folks.

Shami listened silently.

No useful information was obtained.

"Ah, do you know about that Magical Girl from Fata?"

"Could it be she’s discovered the new Demon King planning to target our village and has come to help with the situation?"

"You’re kidding, right? Clearly, the information about the new Demon King remains in the special xp stage."

Blah, blah, blah.

Shami obtained key information.

The Divination Art from Fata still keeps the Demon King’s prophecy in the special xp intelligence.

At this time, the tavern door opened, and the Magical Girl wearing a Mage’s Skirt walked in.

Her black hair fluttered, her steps were light.

Shami looked over, meeting the gaze of the black-haired girl.

Their dark eyes locked.

Could she be a black-haired straight Magical Girl who likes stalking monsters?

Saili ordered a glass of water and came over to Shami’s table.

"Can I sit here?" Her voice was crisp.

"Of course you can."

Saili sat opposite Shami, crossed her right leg, took a sip of water, then looked intently at Shami.

The villagers at the bar whispered among themselves.

"See? I told you, recently every beautiful girl coming to the village ends up connected to Shami!"

"Is this becoming an unwritten rule?!"

Of course, Saili and Shami didn’t hear these idle words.

Both kept quiet, secretly carrying thoughts of probing the other.

"You seem to have the potential to become a Mage, villager."

After a moment, the black-haired girl spoke first.