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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

To do or not to do, that is the question

"Oh, you're ba--"

"What did they do to you? What did they say to you?"

Before I could even greet Natha properly that night, he was already rushing at me, grabbing my forearms and asking me those questions with worry and a dash of panic.

Hmm...was this how it was like to see someone get flustered when the lover met the 'friends'? He must have heard that I spent the whole days with the courtesans, and he must have been worried that I would get a misunderstanding or two.

So I, of course, told him honestly.

"Ah, hmm...about how they used to take care of you when you were in your rut?"

He deflated so fast, sliding into the floor and burying his face on my lap. Oh...this was fun? Just when I was about to teasingly touch his horn, Natha suddenly raised his face and looked at me with utmost seriousness.

"Sweetheart, I swear--"