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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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654 Chs

When you realize silly talk about mundane things is a privilege

I realized that morning had come when we were in the bathroom, lazily washing our sticky skin and soaking in the warm bath. I couldn't have the water too scalding because Natha didn't like it, but I'd rather have his cold chest in the tub than the perfect temperature. 

"Ahaha! I looked like a chew toy!"

I raised my arms and grinned at the bite marks all over them. There were more around my thighs and shoulder, along with hickeys that almost looked like bruises. Natha wasn't playing around this time--he really made it so even my natural regeneration wouldn't completely erase the marks.

Of course, I would ask him to do it again before I returned to the Human Realm.

"You look too happy for a chew toy," Natha poked my grinning cheek.

"That's because you were the one chewing me!" I giggled and lightly bit the tip of his poking finger.