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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

Can people really tell this stuff?

"Oh," I clasped my stomach with a gasp, as if it could cover the loud sound it just produce.

"Well, we skipped dinner last night," Natha chuckled and put a cup in my hands. "Drink this first before we go down."

I looked at the cup in my hands and tilted my head. It was different from my usual herbal drink. The cup was smaller, and the scent of herbs was stronger, like traditional medicine. "What is this?" I asked while sniffing the liquid.

"It's a concoction to prevent unwanted effects from Intercourse," 

...a concoction for what?

I looked at him blankly--had no idea if my brain was paralyzed by 'unwanted effects' or 'intercourse'. Whatever it was, my cheeks were heating up again. Was this why the maid who brought the tray earlier was blushing? It was practically announcing what we just did! 

"Uhh...what unwanted effect?" I blinked at him. "Like...pregnancy?"