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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

Always make sure to keep your creditor happy

"How long are you going to keep doing that?"

"As long as I can," Natha pressed his lips and cheeks against my ear, long after we were done satiating our lust. He kept me in his embrace as usual, and burying his face in my hair and feeling up my ears. "You're going to lose it soon after all...right?"

"I have to!" I sat up and turned to look at him in agitation. "What about our wedding if..."

I paused as I looked at his somewhat bashful and innocent expression, which invoked a ridiculous thought.

My eyes widened as I tried to figure out what was in his mind. "Don't tell me...you'll be fine with me showing up like this?!"

"Well..."

Arta would rage! All of the alterations they would need to make to the outfits!