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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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Can't people let me be pregnant in peace?

Conflict? What conflict? Why was there a conflict? 

And how could they do that when I had a fetus growing in my garden?! 

...that sounded wrong--but you get me, right? Right?!

Natha let go of me and turned around to face Caba, whose face turned from urgency to embarrassment in a second. "Oh...ah, I--I'm sorry!"

Hmph! It's too late!

"Where is it?" Natha asked with a frown. Well, I guess our child's safety was more important than sex. 

"Oh...it's..." the big bald demon was fidgeting, perhaps debating whether he should relay the report properly or turn around and avert his eyes from our quite intimate position.

Thankfully, no clothes were shed yet to warrant daylight indecency.

Damn it!

"Don't dilly dally, Caba," Natha said coldly. Oh, maybe he was as disappointed as I was.

"It's--it's in Wrath!"