The Transmigrator Is a Masochist to the Seven Lords
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Synopsis
He thought he’d live his life that way forever, but one can of beer was the problem.
On the night he was returning home with a can of beer, reading a BL novel, he was stabbed to death by a random killer.
He barely got past the prologue before the senseless attack.
He thought he was dead for good, but he woke up transmigrated into the novel he had just started reading.
And not just anyone—he became the doomed, worthless prince, an extra character who commits su*cide by stabbing his own chest to avoid being sold as a sacrifice!
Since things have come to this, he decides to go willingly as a sacrifice and sleep with the Seven Lords to his heart’s content before the Main Uke (receiver) arrives.
But guess what? It’s been a week, and all he’s doing is wiping the floor with a rag.
Weren’t these the Seven Lords of the Demon Realm who secretly ruled the Empire?
The offensively arrogant Lucifer said: “No creature would dare receive my d.”
The greed-driven Mammon said: “I’m more interested in your eyes than your hole.”
The cleanliness-obsessed, time-compulsive demon Leviathan said: “Well, I wonder. Is your body even worth the effort?”
The short-tempered Satan said: “How useless, to be defeated by a mere monster.”
The perpetually hungry Beelzebub said: “Humans don’t taste that good when you eat them. They’re tough, and the smell isn’t great.”
The always-sleeping Belphegor said: “Sleepy…”
Even the “admirable” demon in charge of lust, Asmodeus, said this: “Do not approach me in such a vulgar outfit.”