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)

"Nat..." I closed my eyes and pressed my lips, but he wasn't stopping. I felt his cold fingers on my jaw and his cold lips all over my face. "Naaat--"

"Just a bit more," he whispered, kissing the corner of my closed eyelid.

It was a nice surprise at first, waking up to him staring at me, and then being pulled to his lap and receiving a rain of kisses that made me giggle in delight. But after thirty minutes, it felt too much, wasn't it?

"Come on, we need to get ready," I laughed and patted his cheek. "And I'm thirsty,"

That one seemed to work, because he gave me one last kiss on the lips before releasing me. Well, not really, because he carried me and put me down on the armchair below the window, where sunlight poured down and brought a little bit of warmth.

Pettiness, more often than not, is the best motivation