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The Demon Lord’s Bride (BL)

Getting transmigrated inside a novel is not really a bad thing—you know the story, you have the power of the future in your hand, you know all the hidden keys. You might as well end up as the most powerful and omniscient being in that world. That is, if you don’t wake up during the epilogue. And yet I find myself in the body of a fallen priest at the end of the novel, a tragic hero who had his mana circuit broken in the last war, being shunned, drown in debt, and destined to die not long after. Fortunately, I know just the cure. Unfortunately, the cure was in the hand of one of the Demon Lords—you know, the race that my kingdom just wage war with. Would he give me the cure if I asked him politely? There’s no harm in trying, right? I’d die if I didn’t get the cure, anyway. “Sure, but you have to be my bride as the price,” the Demon Lord said. ...huh? Sir, you know I’m (technically) a priest, right?

Aerlev · LGBT+
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497 Chs

a bride always needs an emotional support system

I looked at the water in fascination, observing the way the dark hair floated around Natha's face. He looked peaceful there, underwater, away from all the voices in the world, away from the screaming thoughts.

The silver eyes opened slowly, and he pulled himself up to the surface, pressing his smiling lips onto mine. The silver eyes were as bright as a full moon, and he looked strangely at ease this morning.

Mother, he was so beautiful.

"Why don't you build a pool here?" I asked, slipping myself back into his lap as he leaned back against the side of the tub.

"We have a perfectly nice lake," 

"Oh, right!" I clapped my hand and scolded my foolish memory. "But...we never use it?"

"Do you want to?" Natha raised his brow.

I scratched my cheek and replied sheepishly. "Well...you look nice in the water."

"I see," he tilted his head, lips curled up on one side. "So you want to have sex in the water."