Am I Allowed to Kill the Male Lead? - Chapter 13
The flickering chandelier in the drawing room finally went out. Now, the only remaining light was the faint blue glow of the waning full moon.
Forlornly, Bel sat in the middle of the dark drawing room, burying his face in his hands, which were adorned with sleek black leather gloves.
“I mean, I just want to be a baby. I’ll be the protagonist of a baby reincarnation story. If not an infant, then… Make Bel only seven—no, three years old. Bel is baby.”
Look at that courage.
Indeed, the determination that only a male lead could possess was evident in this man. The boldness to express a desire to be reborn as a baby right in front of me. The act of casually exposing one’s flaws and showcasing composure might be somewhat similar to the scene he should have shown in Chapter 2.
The choice between stripping stark naked in front of the female lead versus expressing a desire to become a baby, let me ask: Which one do you think is more embarrassing…
“Eunha, please put the sword down. There’s no need for you to personally send me to the next life.”
Belzebuth calmly dissuaded me.
No, I also roughly understand. Belzebuth had accumulated too many unpleasant actions up until the sixty-third chapter, where his stress reached its peak. If he were to hit ‘Yoo Eunha’ one more time now, he would quite definitely faint right on the spot.
My head ached, and I habitually brushed my bangs aside, pointing at Bel.
“Bel. You need to understand the character ‘Belzebuth’.”
Bel immediately caught on.
“I can’t understand such trash even if I die.”
I went straight for the solar plexus, dealing a hit with my fist that would positively reincarnate him. And from that point on, he became my punching bag.
Even so, it didn’t matter. Whether the male lead lived or died, what’s the use when there was no author? Even Bel, who got hit, didn’t actively evade the hit. He simply remained with his mouth shut.
“You don’t seem to understand the character ‘Yoo Eunha’ either.”
“I don’t care. I’m not the one causing a worldwide catastrophe.”
I grabbed Bel by the collar, lifted him, and pressed him against the wall.
It was a wall slam—a kabedon.
In classical novels like Devil’s Vivace, it was always an effective technique. Trapped between the female lead’s arms, Bel couldn’t do anything and blushed to the tips of his ears.
“Don’t look at me like that.”
Bel gathered his hands and shyly averted his gaze. Look at this guy, even after he got hit just now. He’s practically melting.
Still, I’m not an unnecessarily violent character. I always hit in an adult-like manner with rational judgment. So, this time, I didn’t hit him.
Instead, I informed him of what he had to do.
“From today onwards, you’ll undergo an intense ‘Masterclass’.”
“What did you say?”
“If you don’t become a sadistic Master who dominates me properly, I’ll kill you.”
Bel’s pupils widened in shock.
“Th-That… What is that…?”
Considering Bel had been with me throughout Chapter 63, I could roughly guess what image came to his mind.
Probably what happened when, well, he whipped me until his wrists broke—this is an exaggeration, but you get the point—yet it still didn’t satisfy me. Judging by the crumpled expression and the paling of his face, it seemed quite obvious.
But you know…
By any chance… really, the important fact here… has he really not caught on…?
Normally, you’d catch on if you have common sense, right? But in the face of the world’s end, he probably couldn’t say anything in retaliation. As he was sweating coldly, I firmly grasped both of Bel’s shoulders.
“You already know that I enjoy pain, don’t you…?”
I am an out and proud M.
Bel’s expression was colored with shock and bafflement that acting couldn’t capture.
We both were taken aback. Despite him whining each time about not being able to hit me during scenes that required it, Bel was still a genuine adult content character.
I thought it was obvious, and there’s no way he didn’t know it. Did he never think that a female lead in a depraved R19 novel like me didn’t have any physiological kinks like that?
“There’s no way that’s true.”
“Cut the crap… It’s quite enjoyable.”
“There’s no way anyone in the world likes pain.”
“Then why do you think readers read this novel?”
“I don’t know! There can’t possibly be real-life perverts!”
Bel grumbled and tried to retort. However, it was already clear on his face—he had realized the truth. Let me reiterate: he, too, was a character in a character in an immoral, depraved, explicit adult novel.
Given that part of him, how could he not have considered the possibility of people having masochistic inclinations? Did he think… that fictional characters weren’t actually inspired by real, live people?
The root cause of all these issues undoubtedly lies in the fact that the author began writing Part 1 without a genuine commitment to BDSM content. Despite that, and separate from that issue, it’s just unpleasant.
“There’s no way. No chance at all. It’s impossible that there’s a real person who actually likes this kind of thing. If you get hit, pain is pain—that’s it.”
“But feeling pain also feels good.”
“Don’t deceive yourself.”
“Of all people, you should be the first one to believe me.”
“But I’m just not a #TrashMaleLead who takes pleasure in hitting you. I don’t ever wish to hurt you. I don’t think this nature of mine will ever change.”
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