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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

But sometimes, getting drunk helps us saying things we can’t usually say

Dazedly, I blinked as Natha put me down on the floor and turned me around gently. It was cold and when he tugged my pants down, it got even colder.

Why did he tug my pants down?

Oh, right. Pee. I need to pee. All of those wines and meads made me want to pee. Natha even being so generous and helping me aimed, so all I needed to do was just pee.

"Okay, that's it, let it all out..."

Mmh--his voice next to my ear was so good, I couldn't help but shudder at it. He put his hand on my abdomen, pressing me there, reminding me of the time he sometimes pressed my slightly distended skin when he was inside me.

Why wasn't he inside me, though?

Right, because I was peeing.

"Are you done?" he asked me kindly.

Well, I was done, but...I looked down and saw his hand on my peepee. This wasn't right. He should stroke his hand when it was there. Why didn't he? It'd feel good...

"Nat..." I whined and wriggled my hips, rutting on his hand.