Pregnant by the Prince of Lust(BL)

Chapter 9: The story is changing

Nathan/Seraphel

Out of all the things in the world, Nathan... this is the absolute best you could come up with? I almost bit my tongue the exact second those words came out of my mouth, because deep down, I knew that this lie would likely lead to my ultimate doom.

There was absolutely nowhere in the original novel or the manhwa where anyone was ever written to be pregnant for the Prince of Lust.

It was a well-established rule in this universe that no one was ever powerful enough to successfully carry a child of sin. The author, Nude, had talked about it extensively on their social media when they first started publishing the Book of Lust.

But the story was fundamentally changing now. Since Seraphel didn’t die during the opening sequence like he was supposed to, it only meant that this was no longer Author Nude’s story.

This was my story now. And in order for me to successfully escape the plot and break free from this world, the Prince of Lust had to die.

It could only happen if I managed to get close to him. I knew there was absolutely no logical way that I was actually pregnant, but as long as I could secure an audience with the Prince of Lust, it would be easy to find a single opening, stab his throat, and then finally go home.

"Peasant! What the hell did you just say?"Malachi responded immediately, his voice echoing with lethal rage.

Before I could even blink, a heavy, cold broadsword was pressed violently against my neck, pinning me completely in place against the floor.

I visibly gulped when I felt the sharp metal easily pierce the top layer of my skin. My eyes widened in pure terror as a hot, thin line of blood began trailing down my neck, staining the collar of my tunic.

"I need you to answer me right now, peasant, about what you just muttered, or I will stab your fucking throat, heal you back up, and then slowly cut off your head right now for daring to lie!"

I slowly raised my head to face him, heavy tears streaming down my face. No. I didn’t want to die in such a brutal manner.

Everyone else always seemed to have amazing, comfortable experiences during their transmigration, complete with a helpful system to guide them through the world. But me? I had faced nothing but numerous, terrifying death traps from the moment I woke up here.

Just how the hell did a book that was supposed to be about sex become so incredibly violent?

I bitterly regret skipping Chapters now; I really should have read all those dark world-building arcs that I had skipped in my past life.

Now, even my desperate lies were about to get me executed.

"I asked you a question, peasant! What did you just say about the Prince?" Malachi demanded, pressing the edge of the sword even harder into my throat.

A sharp gasp of pain caught in my chest as the metal bit deeper, the agonizing pressure making my vision blur. The tears wouldn’t stop streaming down my face because I was genuinely terrified that if I died here, I might never return back to my original world. What if I just ceased to exist entirely? What if no one back home remembered me anymore? freёwebnovel.com

But if I could just get closer to Azriel, it would be so easy to kill him and escape this nightmare.

So, I took a deep, shaky breath, forced my eyes to lock with Malachi’s fierce hazel ones, and blurted the words out again. "Yes! I am pregnant for the Prince of Lust. I believe so because I was there on the night of his feral rut... and I survived it. My name is... Seraphel, and you can ask around the royal palace if you don’t believe me. The Prince of Lust took me away to a hidden domain, and he..."

Malachi pressed the sword tighter against my throat, cutting off my words, and my heart started pounding frantically against my ribs all over again.

Did I say something wrong? I wondered, sweating under his intense gaze.

"I am telling the truth," I choked out.

Malachi stared at me in intense silence for a long moment. Then, using the flat side of his bloody sword, he tilted my head sharply to the right. The second he got a clear view, his hazel eyes widened in shock, as if he had just looked upon a ghost.

"This can’t be... that is the..." He cleared his throat roughly, his grip tightening as the heavy sword in his hand actually began to visibly tremble from whatever he had just witnessed.

With my side-eye, I noticed that he was staring directly at the skin of my neck.

What the hell was there? I wondered frantically. I desperately wished I could get a mirror, because since transmigrating into this world, I hadn’t even seen my own reflection. I didn’t even know what this Seraphel boy—whose body I had stolen—actually looked like.

Malachi suddenly dropped to his knees, scooting tightly to the ground right in front of me, his rough hand shooting out to grab my neck, right over the bleeding cut.

"You better be telling the absolute truth," he hissed, his face inches from mine. "If I find out that you are lying about this, I will make sure I personally cut out your tongue, rip open your throat, and feed your remains to the underworld hounds. And if you are actually a hidden weapon sent from Elysium to assassinate the Prince, I will ensure your soul is locked in the Abyss to be tortured for eternity."

Elysium? That was the heavenly, sacred realm where all the high deities lived in the lore.

Why the hell would he think that I was a divine spy sent from there?

This is exactly why I should have read more about the political plots instead of just looking for the smut scenes.

"I am not a spy," I gasped out against his grip. "I am sure if His Highness sees my face, he will recognize me immediately."

Malachi smirked evilly, a dark, dangerous expression. "You better pray to whatever gods are left that he does," he said coldly.

He stood up abruptly, his sharp eyes lingering on my neck one last time, leaving me completely bewildered about what was hidden there. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

He turned toward his guards.

"Bind this peasant securely. We head straight to the Asmodeus Citadel."

I heaved a massive, trembling sigh of relief, knowing that I had successfully survived this round. Now, it was finally time to meet Azriel face-to-face and end his life.

I couldn’t wait to return to my own world. If I ever made it back alive, I was definitely going to change the way I consume adult manhwas and no more skipping the plot for the smut.