Reincarnated in the Alternate World, I'm A Demonic Lord as Well as a Villager-Chapter 621 - 318: The Demon King’s Gift

"This is obviously a setup! I still have to go deliver presents later!"

Santa Claus suddenly struggled hard.

But Shami quickly pinned him down.

"Don’t worry. I’m not some demon. If you don’t want to be imprisoned for long, if you have family or friends, you can have them come pay bail to take you back. If you know the Magic Goddess, she can come too."

"Getting more Santas here is clearly sending lambs to the slaughter! Santa Claus going missing is a terrible event on the Aireland Continent!"

Santa Claus wanted to leave the interrogation room and even began to threaten Shami.

Shami glanced at Santa Claus indifferently and shrugged her shoulders.

"Is that so? Anyway, I’ve already been wanted by the continent, so a little more pursuit won’t matter, right?"

Santa Claus sat down dumbfounded.

The Demon King in front of him was determined to keep him locked up here.

Shami locked the door from outside, imprisoning Santa Claus inside.

"Wait! Demon King! Don’t destroy those good children’s innocent dreams of Christmas Eve!"

Santa Claus was making a ruckus inside the interrogation room, but by the time the sound reached outside, it was just a mosquito-like buzz.

Shami was in the corridor unwrapping Santa Claus’s gifts, which were just some small toys and dolls, nowhere near as creative as the notebooks he gifted.

"Don’t worry, I’ve already completed Santa Claus’s work for you. I might as well serve as the Santas for the Demon Envoy maidens from now on."

Shami turned away mercilessly, leaving the depths of the Demon King Castle.

After all the commotion, it was already four in the morning.

Once the sun was up, the entire demon race would be ready for their party day. Shami walked back to her room. He needed a good rest to recharge.

Back in the room.

Laying on the bed, just about to close his eyes, Shami saw the full stockings hanging above his headboard and sat up cautiously.

Was there a second Santa Claus?

Cautiously, Shami expanded his magic power into a Perception Domain and, finding nothing unusual in the room, carefully took down the stockings.

The stockings were filled to the brim, and Shami reached inside to find five delicate little gift boxes.

Clearly, these were Christmas Eve gifts.

But as a demon king, he shouldn’t be receiving gifts, right?

Recalling the true Santa Claus’s words, Shami curiously unwrapped the little gift boxes.

Panties. Panties. Panties. Panties. More panties.

"Who the heck sent me five pairs of panties? And they look like they’ve been worn!"

Confused, Shami sniffed experimentally.

Fresh and elegant, it was a very familiar smell.

He walked to the door, took out the recording Magic Crystal that was semi-embedded in the wall beside the door.

As a Demon King, it’s normal to secretly install a camera in your room’s entryway to see who comes and goes, right?

The video was rewound only a few hours.

Shami saw what happened in front of his door.

After Bone Frame hung the stockings on his headboard, a while later, four Demon Envoys gathered at Shami’s door.

Shami noted the time; at that time, he was in the study preparing Christmas Eve gifts for the Demon Envoys.

The four maidens sneakily looked around, finally forming a small circle right in front of that hidden Magic Stone.

"I say, tonight is Christmas Eve. Everyone should receive Santa’s gifts, but as the Demon King, Shami surely won’t get anything."

The Elf Maiden was the first to speak; she was the one who initiated gathering the others together.

"Why is Lureya so sure?"

"Pretty girls are usually good kids."

"That’s a pretty shallow view!"

The topic briefly veered off but quickly returned to the main point.

"If he wakes up tomorrow with no presents, Shami will definitely cry."

The white-haired maiden worriedly clasped her hands to her chest, her eyebrows furrowing.

"So why don’t we secretly prepare a little gift for Shami?"

The Magical Girl crossed her arms and, though her expression was cold, was seriously discussing.

"What should we give?"

The Dragon Race Maiden asked.

The four maidens fell silent.

"Other than liking perverted things, Shami just likes perverted things. What a lewd Demon King. Giving him a gift is really troublesome."

The Elf Maiden sighed, shaking her head.

Shami glared at the golden-haired girl on the recording. Of all people there, you’re the least qualified to say that! No, none of you four have the right to say that about me!

"Then why not give panties? Shami should like our worn panties, right?" The white-haired maiden said with a bright idea look, only to lower her head when faced with the quiet stares of the three nearby maidens. "I was just blabbing..."

"Good idea."

The three girls silently nodded.

"You’re agreeing!"

The white-hair looked around in surprise, her eyes shining with the joy of finding kindred spirits when she looked at her companions again.

"Then let’s hurry and prepare. If Shami returns and finds us, it won’t be good."

"Mm."

"Then I’ll prepare the gift boxes for the panties."

"I have gift bags here."

The four maidens busily got to work, reaching under their skirts one by one. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

"Wait, this is the hallway! Even if no one’s here, is it really appropriate for four girls to take off their panties in the hallway?"

Shami couldn’t help but complain, his eyes fixed on the projection from the Magic Crystal.

The four girls took off their shoes, bent over, and formed a huddle in the hallway to undress. Suddenly, they looked up in unison, exchanged glances, stayed silent for three seconds, blushed, turned around, and undressed back-to-back instead.

"After doing something like that, there’s no need for any remaining sense of shame at all!"

The scene was bizarre beyond Shami’s imagination.

Perhaps due to a lingering bit of shame, the four girls secretly placed their panties into identically packaged gift boxes.

They finished packaging and then stealthily snuck into Shami’s room, tiptoeing out a minute later.

"Well, goodnight."

"Goodnight."

Exchanging goodnights, the four maidens parted in the hallway, probably because they were now going commando, their walk was stiff and awkward, clumsy and silly.

Watching this, Shami’s lips curled up slightly.

Though they’re perverted girls, this small gesture still warmed the Demon King’s heart.

"Good thing it’s from the Demon Envoys; if it were from Santa Claus himself, the Demon King’s heart would be scarred."

Having learned the truth, Shami sighed in relief, but his expression then froze.

There were a total of five gift boxes.

"It couldn’t be..."

Shami seemed to anticipate the only remaining pervert in the Demon King Castle and quickly reviewed the recording from the Crystal.

As expected, when the four maidens had their little meeting, a figure sneakily observed from the hallway corner. Once the Demon Envoy girls were done and left, a figure slowly walked out from the shadows.

"So one of them is Bone Frame’s panties? Who wants such a thing!"

Shami hurriedly searched through the gifts he had just received.

But upon seeing the shadow stepping out—a pink-haired figure in a bikini—Shami paused his search.

The bikini-clad pink-hair looked around cautiously, made sure no one noticed her, then shyly entered his room. Clearly eavesdropping on the Demon Envoys’ conversation, the pink-hair also planned to give Shami a gift.

"Seems like no one in the demon race has ever received a Christmas gift, so Shami, you can be the first," she muttered to herself, a sweet smile on her lips.

Watching through the Magic Crystal, the disdain on Shami’s face gradually disappeared.

Beyond the Demon King’s view, the pink-hair had her gentle side too.

If it’s from the pink-hair...then maybe it’s acceptable...

Shami thought to himself, watching as the pink-hair dashed out of the room with a bare behind, sneezing from the cold.

Among the perverted girls, one more needed to be added...

In the silent Christmas Eve night, Shami lay back in bed, playing with the gifts he received.

Though the gift boxes were identical, Shami easily discerned the gift givers by their scents.

On this Christmas Eve, as a villainous Demon King, it was natural that he wouldn’t receive gifts from Santa Claus, but he had received ones from the Demon Envoys.

Thinking about it, Shami drifted off into contemplation, lying in bed, his eyes absently gazing at the ceiling, instinctively juggling the gifts he received.

In a daze, all the gifts fell onto his face.

Quietly lying under the gifts, Shami fell asleep.