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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

I’m a simple man; I see a chest, I go for it

Opening my eyes to see his face and hearing his voice...how long ago was it?

...well, it was two weeks ago, but still!

Knowing that I would continue to have this scenery and feel this comfortable cold from now on, without having to say goodbye to him later--was such a wonderful feeling. Tonight too, I would sleep beside him. Tomorrow too, I would wake up with him.

I couldn't stop smiling simply from that.

"Do you have a good sleep?" he brushed some stray hair off my face.

"The best!" I dove into his embrace again, pressing my cheek against his chest. It was nice being able to hear his heartbeat first thing in the morning--the nice muscle in between was just a bonus.

He chuckled, and I received a rain of kisses on my temple. Ah...what a nice morning.

"To think we just went to sleep naked without doing anything," he laughed softly while burying his face in my hair.

"But it's nice," I looked up. "Isn't it?"