Aerlev

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?

The Demon Lord’s Bride (BL)

The first thing he did when he came through the balcony was swept me in his embrace and an eager kiss. 


It was an evening where the sky looked like it was melded into a swirl of orange and purple. The elemental birds were fleeting about like rainbows, signaling the arrival of the Tower's master. And when he came, with black feathers dispersing around him, he looked so ethereal.


Oh, I truly missed him. Just sensing his arrival made me stunned in place, and while I wanted to jump into his embrace, I found myself just staring at him, breath hitching, like someone waiting for their first date. And then I felt his stare and his smile, and I thought my heart stopped beating for a bit.


But there was no need for me to move anyway, since he swiftly took my waist and my lips into his own, carrying me inside the room while at it. 


A growing feeling is always followed by a growing lust