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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+
Not enough ratings
498 Chs

Bringing your child into a new family could be an awkward business

"My prettiest, cutest, fluffiest Young Master!"

Arta attacked me with a tight hug and a squeeze on my cheeks before my feet even completely off the last staircase.

"Oh, how I missed you!"

She rubbed her cheek on my shoulder and stroked my back, and she continued on my waist, upper arms, and ended up with twirling my confused self around.

"Good, no significant change," she nodded in satisfaction before releasing me, who felt like I was just being thrown in the middle of a storm.

What the hell? So she was just feeling my size earlier?

She could do that with just a hug?

Before I could wake up from the daze of Arta's early morning attack, she was already turning around and reaching out her hand to Jade. "Sir Jade, your outfit is done! Let's have a fitting when you're turning again!"

[Clothes? Jade's clothes?] the green head tilted in confusion.