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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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660 Chs

Why are we keep doing things backward?

"Why do you have to touch everything?" 

Natha looked at me with a questionable look, making me feel defensive. "I do not!" I protested with pursed lips.

"Well, you at least like to touch my--"

"Aaaahhh!" I pressed my fingers on his lips. 

This demon! Watch your mouth in front of your--potentially--future child, my Lord! I glared at him and he snickered before biting my fingers playfully.

"A-anyway!" I pulled my bitten fingers off his mouth, shielding them from his further ministration. "It's just a logical thing to do, don't you think? I mean, we have no other information."

He smiled and rubbed my pouting lips with one hand, and with his other hand, Natha touched the tube, pouring his mana into the apparatus supporting the tube. Like a scene from a sci-fi movie--which was rather jarring in this fantasy setting--a hissing sound could be heard and the surface of the glass tube shimmered as the protective barrier was undone.