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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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Preparing for the arrival is the fun of pregnancy

"So beautiful..." I let out a soft sigh. Waking up in Natha's arms while seeing Shwa first thing in the morning...

Felt like heaven.

"Indeed," Natha murmured against my hair, pulling me closer to him beneath the blanket. "Our child is beautiful before even born," and then he added in a whisper. "Like you."

"Hey!"

I slapped him lightly, laughing in embarrassment. It didn't seem like he said it to flirt with me, but it still managed to make me flustered.

His words got me thinking, though...I never really thought much about how Shwa would look like. Would they become a perfect mesh of me and Natha, or would they take over one of us? Well, If I had to choose...

"I'd like it if Shwa looks like you, though..." I muttered dreamily.