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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+
分數不夠
656 Chs

Turned out we could play house outside of the honeymoon

You know that scene in drama when the husband comes back late at night because of work, with a tired expression and a smell of alcohol?

Never thought I'd experience that in another world. What a thrilling life.

Natha didn't even say anything about me taking off his vest, sitting him on the bedroom couch, and fetching him a glass of water--cosplaying as a house husband. Technically, I was a husband who stayed at home too, but I did none of the housework, so...

Kind of fun.

Me cosplaying, I mean--not him looking tired.

"Nat? Is something wrong?" I asked after enjoying my five minutes playing house, caressing his hair as he leaned on the backrest with closed eyes and furrowed brows.

"Hmmh," he opened his eyes and raised his arms instead of answering.

I tilted my head for two seconds, grinned, and then climbed into his lap and hugged him. "Like this?"