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)

Natha appeared from the closet with the mysterious box in his hand, right after he took a bath. Aaack--I immediately folded and wrapped myself in a blanket out of embarrassment. Sure, I decided to let Natha choose what he wanted to do with those, but that didn't mean I wouldn't still get shy about it.

"No," he raised his brow at my reaction. "Not yet."

"Did you not open it when it came the first time?"

"Was it a wedding gift?" Natha stared at the box with a higher level of interest. "It was the siblings who checked the content."

My fluster definitely did not help quell his amusement. "Can I open it?" he flicked his gaze at me, and I almost choked in embarrassment. But I managed to nod and Natha lifted the lid, covering my face with the blanket while peeking into his reaction.

be careful with your foreplay