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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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498 Chs

A peaceful morning is always a luxury

Another new thing I realized; ingesting Amrita made my body feel hot no matter what. Even if it was no longer painful, nor was it as intense as before, it still felt like something hot coursing through my vein. Although at this point, it felt more warm than hot.

As a result, my body would unconsciously seek something cold to offset the sensation.

Surely, you see where I was going with this?

Yup. Again, I found myself waking up in his arms, clutching into his cold skin while embarrassingly sighing in delight. I was pretty sure that I slept on the other side of the bed, but somehow I always rolled toward his side, nuzzling on his shoulder and chest. It wasn't until I heard his voice that I even realized what I had done.

"Is it like your habit or something?" my eyes, which had been closed in the bliss of the cool sensation, startled open. I looked up, and he was staring at me with a smirk, fingers playing with the tips of my hair. "Hugging people in your sleep?"