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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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637 Chs

When everything just feels like your first time again

"Should...should we...do it?" 

I could hear my own voice, the slight tremble within it. My fingers were trembling too, and I could not bring myself to look into his eyes, just staring at the green pendant over his chest.

Natha did not reply immediately, and I was too embarrassed to look up. I wondered...if he knew what I was talking about? When a minute passed without Natha saying anything, I peeked into his face between my lashes, and he looked...confused? Perplexed?

"...?"

Natha just continued looking at me, unblinking. I didn't think I could even sense his heartbeat. The heat crept more and more into my face and I couldn't help but stuttered. "Umm...uhh...can you...can you just sense my thought?"