The clergy who were close enough for him to take their lives in an instant were the same. Even Veled’s own end seen right before the ceremony was not in the banquet hall.
Ultimately, no one will die here.
Really, how, how will it be done?
The next moment, the saint who had opened the lid of the holy water took a step towards him.
And she tilted the bottle with the holy water into her mouth.
“!”
“Goodness…!”
Clergy were seen getting up from their seats. Some demons were also surprised, widening their eyes or about to leap up from their seats.
But the saint, as if she had anticipated such actions, rushed toward him.
―Rustle.
He was enveloped by the veil that the saint’s fingertips raised, their figures obscured by several layers of ornate cloth.
“……Oh,”
As he was about to exclaim briefly, Beril pulled him into her embrace.
The next moment surprised even Veled. Her fingertips touched his slightly parted lips, and then Beril’s lips were laid on top.
Her touch felt as light as a feather.
And then.
He felt Beril’s throat move distinctly.
Surely something that should not be contained in his body was going over, yet a single gulp going through her thin throat appeared all too tempting. Like a drop of nectar falling before him after wandering the desert for a very long time.
It felt like watching it seep through the sand and slip past.
His body heated up. Dry saliva oozed from his throat.
“…….”
Softly touching her fingertip, his lips moved. Licking it as if he couldn’t bear it otherwise.
I’m thirsty.
He felt an intense desire at that moment, a stimulation that set him aflame, one he thought he could never find again in his long life.
“The clergy said to pass the holy water with a kiss, but… a kiss is a bit, embarrassing for me.”
Because the holy water would identify you as a demon anyway.
Beril said this, her cheeks reddening as she smiled, filling Veled’s sight.
Something almost within reach is more stimulating, something almost touching more enticing, a fact that, regrettably, this saint seemed unaware of.
“Then just a moment―”
He caught the bride’s request for a kiss with his hand. He penetrated into the wideeyed Beril.
“……!”
The sensation of his lips heated by the holy water was rather stimulating. And that stimulation returned as more intense pleasure, making him more desperate.
Deeper, deeper still.
He penetrated.
As if truly loving her. He stole her breath away deeply.
“Ah……!”
The veil fluttered, and for a brief moment, between the slightly revealed veil, Veled’s figure thrusting into her was exposed and then hidden.
He whispered to her, who seemed surprised.
“I am one who has not learned to resist desire.”
‘I want to learn how to desire.’
He had quoted back her words that she had said like that. Recognizing it, Beril’s eyes widened.
To her, he once again whispered, approaching.
“Welcome, Vainka.”
There is no better teacher to learn desire than a demon. Barely suppressing his real intention, he explored her deeper.
To quench an endless thirst, even a little.
Applause poured down on the two of them.
My Arch-enemy Sealed My Memory and Said That He is My Husband
This is an incredibly captivating story that you absolutely shouldn’t miss! I’ll give a brief introduction here, and below you’ll find a detailed synopsis of the plot.
The female lead is a fierce and powerful demon king. The male lead is a once-in-a-millennium celestial lord, admired by the entire cultivation world.
They are equally matched, legendary rivals who have battled for centuries.
In the final duel, the female lead is gravely injured. The male lead saves her, seals her memories, and hides her true identity. He tells her that he is her fiancé. His entire life has been flawless—except for the one thing he never expected, never controlled, and never wanted to control: falling for his greatest enemy. She is his inner demon, his obsession.
When the female lead regains her memories, she is furious at his deception.
She makes his life a living hell.
And somehow, the male lead—possibly a total masochist—doesn’t mind at all. In fact, he’s happy she’s paying attention to him.
Yep, we’re back to my favorite trope: male lead suffering. If you love this kind of story, jump into the pit with me now!!!
Intro
Dong Xia lost her memory.
Her handsome and extremely powerful fiancé Li Qing comforted her: “It’s okay if you can’t remember. I’ll always be with you.”
Everyone thought Dong Xia’s ancestors must have burned incense to get such a perfect fiancé. He was the number one person in the immortal realm, yet he remained chaste and only loved her.
…
The day before marrying her fiancé, Dong Xia finally remembered everything.
She wasn’t suffering from memory loss at all.
Her arch-enemy had made her fake her death, destroyed her cultivation, replaced her memories, and pretended to be her deeply in love fiancé.
No wonder he said, “It’s okay if you can’t remember”!
Dong Xia laughed coldly as she pulled out her long knife: Li Qing, prepare to die 🙂
*
Li Qing, as the supreme being of the immortal realm, was the people’s shining beacon.
The only unknown stain in his life was his affection for Dong Xia, the ruler of the demon realm.
In the final battle of the war between immortals and demons, the sky collapsed and the earth shattered. The ruler of the demon realm was finally slain under the sword of the supreme being of the immortal realm, and everyone in the immortal realm applauded.
The cultivation world lost a ruler of the demon realm.
And in the back mountain of Li Qing’s cave dwelling, he secretly hid away a fiancée.
Notes:
1. The female lead is white on the outside, black on the inside, and the queen of flattery; the male lead repeatedly tests the edge of darkness, a VIP guest at the crematorium.
2. Fantasy cultivation world setting.
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