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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?

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Exploring things is fun, but what about exploring the secret of the universe?

"What are you doing there?"

I looked up as the dome of blanket covering my head was lifted, and caught the amused gaze of silver eyes, hooded by sleepiness and arousal--which I felt clearly within my palm. 

Giggling slightly, I pressed my lips onto the cold, throbbing flesh in front of my face, and licked it. The hand that got rid of the blanket was now on my head, scraping my scalp with the sound of harsh breath from above. 

"So naughty this early in the morning?" Natha arched his brow, and I shrugged.

"It was hard, like..."

"Like...?" 

I stroked the length with my hands and tilted my head. "Like it asked me to do something?"

"And this is your conclusion?" 

Trailing the pulsing vein to the smooth, round head, I looked up and asked against the twitching slit. "Should I stop?"