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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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660 Chs

You can’t stay mad when you’re lover acting like a happy puppy

"The Primordial Seed," 

He paused immediately after that, watching me with unblinking, careful eyes. I could hear his beating heart, the rustling grass and leaves, the blowing wind, and even the faint chatters from somewhere far. 

But not the sound of his breath.

The palms on my cheeks were slightly colder, telling me he was truly nervous when he uttered those words--which I had never heard before.

And that was why I was confused. "Umm...what is...a Primordial Seed?"

For a few seconds, Natha was completely still. I wasn't even sure I could hear his heartbeat. But he wasn't breathing for sure. And then his eyes started to shake, and the fingers upon my cheeks trembled slightly. He opened his mouth, but all I could hear was the quiet sound of an airy gasp, as if he was just surfacing after nearly getting drowned.

Definitely not a response I expected to get from asking a question back.