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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 Pledge for Eternity

"Alright, that's it for the errand," Lesta cracked his neck and took a deep breath, before expelling in a long sigh.

After toiling for two days, running around the whole Capital to take care of his Lord's business that should have taken a week if it was other people, Lesta thought he deserved a nice, relaxing vacation. Well, in the first place, the whole reason why he worked so efficiently was so he would be able to have free time, after all.

But this time, he didn't finish his work faster for a vacation.

"Should I book the portal for tonight or tomorrow?" he heard Eruha ask him from the other side of the desk, tidying all the documents on the desk so they could leave anytime.

Lesta stared at the vampire, watching the expressionless face. There was a new yearning in his heart, to see the beastly, hungry gaze he received that night; the night of fervent kisses and carnal satisfaction.