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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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695 Chs

You carry them for months but they end up twinning your husband instead

"Shwa?"

"Waaa..."

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Waaa!"

"Can you influence fate if you really really wish for something?"

"Waaa!"

I laughed and hugged him. How silly; as if a baby could affect the whole universe. Hmm...but Shwa wasn't exactly your regular baby, was he?

Pulling back, I stared at the round, blinking green eyes. Baby fingers scratching dark hair languidly. A baby. A bit bigger than his peers, but a baby nonetheless.

Still...

I leaned down at the baby lying along my slightly raised thighs and whispered. "Shwa, you want to stay with Papa, right?"

"Waaa!"

"Can you wish very very very strongly at the universe to stay with me and Natha?"

"Waa!"

"Okay, let's wish very very strongly to have you fully under my and Natha's custody, okay?"

"Waaah!"

"Mm, mm--what a good boy~"