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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

Exploring each other's kink is a healthy premarital talk

"It's five minutes already," I patted Zarfa's back gently, but instead of letting me go, she hugged me even tighter.

"Can't...can't you just stay another night?" she asked quietly, voice muffled on my chest.

We'd been having this conversation for the last half an hour, even after we said our goodbye already. I already had my farewell with the others, but this girl kept saying just five more minutes as if it was an alarm snooze or something.

"We'll be seeing each other in a month anyway," I knocked her head gently. 

"I know, but..." she clutched my back tightly for a few seconds, before taking a deep breath and pulling away. "Haa...alright."

I chuckled and squeezed her cheeks. "Don't act so dramatic. You used to leave me alone in the hospital while laughing back then."

"This time and that time are different!" she pursed her lips. "But fine--the next time I see you, I'll give you a big big wedding present!"