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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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493 Chs

Demons are as boisterous as they are dramatic

"Good morning,"

The first thing that greeted me as I blinked my bleary eyes open was Natha's dazzling smile. The second thing was the low, gentle whisper of good morning. And the third was a slow, tender, sweet kiss upon my lips.

Indeed. What a good morning it was, even though it was raining outside.

When Natha parted his lips, he only used the few seconds after that to gaze into my confused—but delighted—eyes at this display of tenderness before stroking my cheek and giving me another beautiful smile. As I blinked in a mind-blinding wondrous, he chuckled and went back to kiss me again.

I was confused, but I wasn't complaining.

I felt like we spent that morning just kissing for a long time, until I felt the coldness of the room and shivered. Natha let my lips go then, and kissed my cheek before wordlessly tucking me back inside the blanket and walking to the steaming tray on the table—like always.