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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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of course, it’s always a good moment to discuss about your future child

"Hehe…"

I covered my mouth without succeeding in stopping the giggle that had been coming out every time the memory of those wonderful three days was replaying randomly. Three days of Natha taking control and doing everything I wanted him to do to me before I even needed to ask...

Aaah...superb!

"I don't know what to feel about that giggle of yours," Natha laughed as he led me by my other hand.

"Why? I feel good," I laughed and hugged his arm. "Or are you disappointed that you can't remember it?"

"Hmm...kind of," he chuckled. "Three days went just like that, without me remembering, even though this is a precious time when we can be together without anyone around. It's kind of unfair, don't you think?"

I bit my lips and glanced up, whispering as if someone could hear us. "Should we...prolong it?"

Natha curled his lips and shrugged. "I don't mind, but your child would."