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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

Moral Lesson 101 with Professor Nightmare

That night…

A memory of that night suddenly came flooding into my mind; his feverish touch, passionate kiss, the weight of his body on top of me, the overwhelming pressure of his lower body…

I remembered the wild, beastly glint inside his usually gentle silver orbs. His face at that time bore no semblance of the Natha that I knew, and it was quite scary.

But it also...how should I say this? Good? Hot?

Uhh...I felt embarrassed just thinking about that. I was so overwhelmed with complicated feelings and anxiety right after that I didn't even properly think about what happened that night.

But now that I did...it occurred to me that it was rather...erotic? It was the first time for me, to get pinned down with a full-grown male weight, and—umm—groped? While my lips were being plundered.

It was only the next day that I understood that he probably had an intention to...undress me? And probably going even further...right?

God—my mind was such a mess.