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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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657 Chs

Isn't it nice to know that the weather won't hinder your fashion?

My battle dress for this court trial was a white tunic with sparkling blue embroidery and a light blue coat with white fur linings. I did not wear many accessories aside from the ring Natha gave me, but Arta took a liking to gilding my hair with the white snowflake blooms. 

"You look very nice," Natha wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed my temple, despite Arta screaming not to ruin my appearance before we arrived at the court. He looked into the mirror and stroked my neck, over the line of the high collar. "This place seems empty."

"Are you going to give me a collar or something?"

"Mm, kinky," the cold hand slipped behind the collar line and Arta snapped.

"I told you not to make a mess, my Lord!" she stomped her feet to the ground like Zia when she was sulking--I wondered if the succubus actually got her temper from Arta. "I know Young Master is irresistible, but please don't destroy my work."