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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

It's not that I have the kink or anything, but...

With a flap of his wings, Natha whisked me to the tree island, landing on top of the tangling roots. 

The tree wasn't as huge as Alzeriya, which was almost as big as an apartment building on Earth. But this one was still big, enough that I could stand in one of its surfacing roots without the need to precariously balance myself. 

The roots only got wider the closer they were to the trunk, enough for it to look like an island from afar. I guess it should be more than adequate to be used as a bed.

A bed...

I feel my heartbeat increase, sending blood rushing to my cheek due to an automatic imagery forming in my head. I didn't mean to, but I swallowed my saliva loud enough for Natha to hear it. 

"What are you thinking?"

His low voice, and the cold grip on my shoulder, startled me so much that I practically jumped. "N-nothing?"