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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

Everything good in life needs to be savored slowly and thoroughly

I could control myself fine outside, when we were among all of those other people. Well...as much as 'control' goes with my continuously blushing face.

But when it was just the two of us, I couldn't help it. I grabbed his lapel and brought his face down, kissing him fervently as the bedroom door closed behind us. And he grabbed me as if an instinct, kissing me back without wasting a breath as we moved hurriedly to the bed.

He stumbled into the bed and I climbed on top of him, impatiently working his clothes off. But damnit! Why would he wear such a complicated outfit? I had to stop kissing him so I could look at the difficult button...cuff...whatever that is! I bit my lips in annoyance and yanked the things off. Who cares? He had a lot of it.

"Sweetheart--"