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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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651 Chs

What are you doing walking with such things out in the open?

Mmh? Mmh?!

My hand paused as I looked down in surprise. The ever cool and suave Demon Lord had his cheeks and ears blossomed in flush. I pressed my lips and moved my fingers again, rubbing the length of his horns with my thumb, and Natha gripped the bedsheet with a quiet gasp.

...oh?

My fingers getting more eager now, moving in a strange feeling of excitement. My eyes, which focused on the horns earlier, were now staring at Natha's face. The silver eyes were hidden beneath closed lids, and his parted lips were letting out a restrained sound of moan.

It's almost like...

Yeah...it reminded me of my first night here, when I touched him.

With the memory of that night in my mind, I gripped the hard protrusions and yanked his head to make him face me, so I could see his flushed expression. The silver eyes flew open in surprise, and fluttered when I tightened my grip there.

"Haa—sweetheart..."