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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

You know nothing, Me (M)

Here? When he said 'here', did he mean...

Oh my God!

It seemed like I made quite an expression because he immediately leaned forward to kiss my cheek and temple and spoke in a soothing voice. "Ssh—it's okay if you say no, sweetheart," the hand he placed down there shifted upward, stroking my back in a pacifying action. I wondered if I looked frightened or something, because he was smiling quite anxiously. "It's alright, I'm just asking. You don't have to allow it."

He continued to pepper my face with light, soft kisses like he always did when I was having my panic episodes, and I started to relax. It was then that I realized I had been holding my breath. As I felt my hands getting warmed again, I also realized that my heart might have been in a stutter earlier.

How weird. I didn't think I felt scared, though? Perhaps just...surprised?