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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

My Demon Lord is cute when he got jealous

I already felt the demon's presence when Natha rubbed my back, which was why I asked him if we really would proceed to...you know.

Heraz, as someone in charge of espionage and infiltration, must have known what we were doing the moment he landed on the balcony. And through my heightened senses, I could feel his flustered and panic. He was probably confused about how he should proceed. Should he leave since we were in the middle of something? Or should he stay since we hadn't done anything more?

There was probably no protocol on how he should act in this kind of instance, since the Lord never had a lover before.

And now, he was crouching in front of Natha and me, as we move to the front of the fireplace. His skin was paler than usual, and I couldn't even see his face from how deep he was bowing.