Reincarnated in the Alternate World, I'm A Demonic Lord as Well as a Villager-Chapter 592 - 305: Pink-Haired, Who Are You? — I’m a Succubus!

Chapter 592: Chapter 305: Pink-Haired, Who Are You? — I’m a Succubus!

Shami spoke, seemingly sensing a hint of unease.

"This guy isn’t some pervert too, is he? If it’s a Dwarf, he should know about the dark world like the Succubus Tea House."

The pink-haired girl waved her arm and shook her head vigorously.

"No way. Rooney is a good person; he already has a wife and two daughters. His wife is a voluptuous woman. Rooney loves his wife a lot because many Dwarfs love plump human women. Rooney’s drawer is full of photos of voluptuous, mature women. Rooney is very positive; even if he secretly looks at pictures, he only does it in the office. How could he possibly make a move on a skeleton?"

"What kind of positivity is that? He’s just a middle-aged man afraid to bring erotic magazines home because of his wife."

Shami listened, feeling inexplicably upset.

The more he heard, the less he felt he could redeem himself from that night.

With the Bone Frame and all, was he the only one doing it?

The pink-haired girl, recalling, suddenly complained discontentedly.

"Come to think of it, it’s really annoying. The reason Rooney picked me up wasn’t out of goodwill at all but with ulterior motives. Hmph, how could a pot-bellied, cunning middle-aged man do anything without a purpose?"

"Wasn’t it for decoration?"

Shami suddenly became curious.

"Of course not. Isn’t Rooney a master builder? He values the Feng Shui of rooms and houses. The reason he put me in the office was to use a skeleton to ward off the evil spirits of the building. He burned incense and worshiped me every day. After months of inhaling ash, I almost vomited. I’m just a skeleton, so why worship me like a deity!"

"Huh?"

"It’s normal for students to jump from buildings, especially at a top continent school like Saint Karno. That building had a student commit suicide before. Some architectural masters believe in strange things like Feng Shui to ward off evil to some extent."

Shami recalled carefully.

In the dusty memories, he remembered seeing traces of ash on the floor when heading to Rooney’s office. In his memory, Rooney’s gaze on the Bone Frame never seemed off. The only time Rooney sent the Bone Frame to an idol competition, he just held it like a regular prop.

"Still, entering an idol competition with a skeleton, Dwarfs have their cute side."

"Actually, he was just looking for an excuse to get rid of me."

Shami: "..."

"Why didn’t you tell me about this back then?"

"I only understood the cultural context later and gradually realized it."

The pink-haired girl sighed.

"Living under someone’s roof is like that, sigh."

Seeing Shami silent, the pink-haired girl slightly straightened her slightly hunched back from natural talking.

"But, I’m not living under someone else’s roof here, Lord Shami. Here, I feel like I’m at home."

The pink-haired girl looked up intently at Shami, who was a head taller than her. Her thin, moist lips parted slightly, giving Shami a kiss on the cheek, then sat down.

"Thank you, Lord Shami."

"Thank me for what?"

Shami touched his face, still feeling the warm touch.

In his heart, Shami realized that the pink-haired girl in front of him was a Bone Frame not long ago, and being kissed by a Bone Frame should be something that gives nightmares, but the rising pleasant sensation inside was undeniable.

Shami’s subconscious had already accepted that kiss.

"Because Lord Shami took me in."

"It’s just an ordinary thing. You’re a monster by nature, after all. Isn’t it normal for the Demon King to take in monsters?"

"Plus, you were willing to give your first night to me, proving that even the most ordinary and insignificant skeletons are part of the great demon family, not just materials destined for a death voyage. That kind of confirms that saying — as long as you’re willing to work hard, even a skeleton can achieve its dreams."

"That inspirational talk turned into some motivational nonsense too quickly; let me catch up on what kind of nonsense you’re trying to feed me."

Shami’s brain couldn’t keep up, gesturing for a pause.

"What’s your dream anyway?"

The pink-haired girl looked at Shami, her legs swinging happily from side to side.

"Take a guess?"

Shami was still sorting through words.

The pink-haired girl was already standing up, stepping forward with muddy toes, facing Shami. Her body was revealed in the sunlight as two large towels slipped off.

The pink-haired girl turned her back to the sun, pointing her right index finger at Shami, her thin lips slightly raised, as if declaring a claim.

"No matter what, Shami’s first night is mine. Shami, you’re actually into Bone Frames! Admit the charm of the Bone Frame!"

The two large towels fell to the muddy ground, and the brilliant sunlight traced along the confident girl’s body, sliding over her delicate skin, falling into Shami’s eyes as he looked up.

Shami looked at the slender index finger pointing right at his nose, followed the tight arm, and looked at the pink-haired girl in front of him.

At that moment, his previously firm preference wavered.

He was certain he would never be into Bone Frames before, but now...

The devil’s door leading to XP Purgatory creaked open a crack.

"Even though Miss Lureya and the others always say self-harming behavior doesn’t count, Shami Pat has already been here, so how could it not count?"

The pink-haired girl looked down at Shami, pointing her right hand at his nose, while her left hand slowly pointed to her ~.

Sitting, Shami’s eyes gradually widened.

"Hey, hey, hey, don’t point at that kind of place outside in broad daylight! They are completely different things and can’t be considered the same!"

The garden was not deserted, and every now and then, monsters would pass by. Several Demon Envoys were also in the Demon Realm. An anxious Shami quickly grabbed the pink-haired girl’s randomly pointing left hand.

If any more monsters or Demon Envoys saw this scene, it would be even harder to clear his name.

Shami mentally searched the Demon King Ring, piecing things together.

Golden hair’s white stockings, white hair’s panties, purple hair’s underwear, black hair’s coat, urgently pieced together into an outfit.

"In any case, let’s put some clothes on first."

Shami blinked, retracting his gaze from the sunlight shining between the pink-haired girl’s legs, signaling the clothes in his hand.

"Eh~ so troublesome! Can I just wear stockings?"

The pink-haired girl only picked up white stockings.

"No!"

"Then I’ll just wear the coat."

"No."

"So troublesome! I already feel uncomfortable after turning human, even though I look quite cute. But having blood and flesh on bones feels like wearing tight thermal clothes, and now I even feel cold. It’s troubling!"

"Sorry, I can’t empathize with you, but it is winter! Put on the clothes quickly!"

Shami spoke coldly.

"Sigh, sigh, sigh."

The pink-haired girl eventually relented, slowly putting on panties, then stockings, underwear, and finally the coat under Shami’s watchful gaze.

Watching the whole dressing process, Shami’s Adam’s apple finally moved up and down from just a meter away in front of the pink-haired girl.

What a shameless person.

"It’s really not used to it...only the stockings feel comfortable...shouldn’t I just wear stockings..."

The pink-haired girl tugged at the clothes, looking awkward.

Shami was just about to refuse.

The pink-haired girl was suddenly enveloped in a ray of light; in the next moment, all the clothes she had put on fell to the ground as the light disappeared, and the clean Bone Frame reappeared.

"Haha, I’m back! Being a skeleton is the most comfortable!"

The Bone Frame hopped excitedly.

The glow in Shami’s eyes instantly dimmed, completely unable to adapt to the Bone Frame all made of bones in front of him, and couldn’t associate it with the pink-haired girl who was just pointing at him a moment ago.

"The difference is too big! Bone Frame, change back!"

"No! This is the real me!"

The Bone Frame grabbed a flower basket and ran, exploding with cosmic energy and disappearing in a puff, leaving flowers scattered on the ground, vanishing from the grassland in a few breaths.

In the garden, behind Shami, the work shed filled with holes from his fists collapsed, raising a cloud of dust.

Shami stood dumbfounded in the center of the garden.