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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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The taste of temptation (M)

Oh? Oh??

What do you mean 'oh'?

I clutched the blanket tightly and pressed my legs together beneath it. Looking at his face, I wanted to scold him for making fun of me. But I felt like I would make an embarrassing voice if I open my mouth, so I just pressed my lips and glared at him, although it was probably ineffective, with the way my eyes glazed and my face flushed.

"This is a surprise," he said with a smile, brushing stray hairs from my cheek as if trying to see my flustered face better. "We've been spending nights together in bed, but this is the first time I see you waking up in this condition,"

I bit my lips then, as I thought of the same thing. Why? Why now? It wasn't the first time I slept stuck to his body. What kind of circumstances...

Ah, circumstances...