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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

The key to decieve others is to deceive yourself first

An unfamiliar ceiling.

Unfamiliar silence.

I had never thought there would come a day when I considered waking up alone in silence as something unfamiliar. In the last few weeks, I had either Natha or Jade beside me when I woke up, filling the air with sounds and presence other than myself.

Wow. It was just a few weeks but I already became so spoiled. I wasn't even doing anything to earn my keep. Just breathing, being mended, being fed and protected...and I had the audacity to act stressed and cried from frustration in front of him?

"This is bad...I'm living a life of a trophy wife..."

I achieved realization beneath the warm autumn sunlight on my sugar daddy's bed.

"Trophy wife, huh? I'll properly relay the term to him," the cheerful succubus that had never barged into my room in the morning suddenly peeking out from the door.