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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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657 Chs

Birds of a feather flock together

Stroking the soft, fair cheek, Natha couldn't help but smile at the steady movement of Valen's chest. He never forgot how hard it was for Valen to fall asleep soundly without painkillers in the past, how irregular his heartbeat was as he closed his eyes. It was hard to see it when he looked so healthy, so lovely, but Natha never forgot.

Because he swore to never let Valen experience such pain and hardship again.

Here, every night, he would stare at his beloved sleeping face, listening to the steady sound of heartbeat and soft breathing, and send his prayer and gratitude that Valen could sleep peacefully.

Only then would he fall asleep, making sure Valen was safe in his embrace.

But not tonight. Not yet.

He leaned down and kissed the ebony hair, lingering for a few seconds as he inhaled the scent of spring and summer which never failed to warm his cold body. "Sleep tight, sweetheart."