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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

When you get used to something good, it's hard to let it go

Some of the older Chiefs gasped at the piece of information. "Sleeping in the same bed before they are wed?"

The way they looked at each other in shock made me feel like I was a celebrity caught in a scandal. Well...perhaps, for the morally strict children of nature, it was a scandal. I had never encountered the same concern from people in the demon realm, although...

It could also be because they didn't have the guts to raise any concern to the Lord. 

"Am I...not allowed to do that?" I tugged at Amarein's sleeve and asked in a whisper.

"You shouldn't, my dear," Amarein raised her hand and put it on my cheek, stroking it softly.

Why? What was the difference? It was just about making it official with a registry and a vow. Would it affect anything if I slept with him before that?