Am I Allowed to Kill the Male Lead? - Chapter 14

Chapter 14

Translator: Yonnee

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“It hurts, but it’s nice, y’know.”

“That’s impossible.”

“I swear.”

“I can’t believe it. This novel wasn’t about engaging in BDSM play from the start. How can kidnapping you and forcefully taking you while you’re inebriated be considered a ‘play’? It’s practically just ra—”

I hastily covered Bel’s mouth. Uttering that word so explicitly was taboo because readers disliked it. Bel frowned as he removed Eunha’s hand.

“The fake male lead of a fake BDSM novel is a fake sadist, so naturally, I thought you were just faking it too. But are you the only real one?”

“You’re a character hastily created by the author to fit clichés and make money, while I am a character created with sincerity and dedication.”

“I-Is… Is that so?”

“Get a grip.”

I grabbed both of Bel’s cheeks. Neither side was pleased when the female lead persecuted the male lead. Bel spoke with his cheeks slightly swollen.

“If you command it, I’ll practice spanking your behind until my wrists break. But, I can’t easily believe your words. I probably can’t become a sadist until I die.”

“Hmm. What if you take up the M position instead?”

“What?”

Bel’s tone suddenly changed. I explained calmly.

“If you realize that being whipped might feel good, you won’t faint every time you whip me, right?”

“……”

Bel began to seriously contemplate.

It might be a matter of constitution not being able to endure masochistic acts. Perhaps until now, Bel couldn’t hit me as hard as he could because bringing suffering unto me was psychologically painful for him.

But really, I’m not troubled by it. If I can convince him of that fact, it might be a bit easier for him to whip me in the future.

The question now was this: how should I convince him?

Words alone wouldn’t be enough to persuade him—Bel was just too stubborn.

Since, on his side, becoming a sadist was out of the question, what if he became a masochist instead? What if he’d just realize one day, ‘Ah~ Being whipped sparks joy~’

I stated firmly,

“To become a magnificent dom, one must first become an excellent sub.”

Of course, this was the first time I myself was hearing about something like this. I didn’t even think about it up until five seconds ago.

Though doubt and suspicion tainted his gaze, Bel’s eyes went wide open.

“Is… Is that true?”

Oh? It’s working?

“If you can’t believe in the existence of a masochist, then you have to teach it directly through experience, right?”

“I-Is such a thing… even possible?”

“It’s okay. I know you can do it.”

With a reassuring smile, I took hold of Bel’s shoulders.

“I believe in you. You’re not lacking in any aspects at all, you just have a different learning style. It seems you have to experience being on the receiving end first. Besides, you have a needlessly warm heart and such overflowing compassion. If even maso-pig-perverts could become masochists, you’d definitely be able to understand how to become one, too.”

“Me… understanding masochistic pig-perverts?”

“Have confidence. Don’t set limits for yourself. I can see a wonderful future where you truly push me to the brink and mess me up, Bel. You can become the ultimate sadist, a #TrashMaleLead.”

At this moment, I’m an enthusiastic teacher, and Bel is a once-wayward student. Thinking that way, the words flowed out naturally.

Despite being 63 chapters old, Belzebuth had never heard a commendable compliment until now, and so tears welled up in his eyes and his wide shoulders began to tremble.

“Um, can I… can I really do it?”

“Of course. I’ve always believed in you.”

That’s a lie.

“Okay. I’ll give it a try.”

Belzebuth, for the first time in his existence, just acknowledged his worth as a male lead.

Yes. This is the way. The reason he hasn’t become a proper male lead for these past 63 chapters is not because he’s incompetent—it’s just that he didn’t have the opportunity to practice to become an excellent dom.

Now you understand, right? I’ve been hitting, scolding, oppressing, ignoring, lashing, hitting you with a chair every day to draw out your potential.

And now, as Bel could finally understand the deep meaning behind these actions, he shed tears.

Certainly, crises for characters could bloom into opportunities.

Belzebuth, with this opportunity, will undergo a masterclass and be reborn as an excellent #TrashMaleLead #ObsessedMaleLead.

Bel firmly grasped my hand.

“Becoming a dom and becoming a sub are fundamentally the same thing. The fool that I am, I didn’t realize that slave training could also be master training until now.”

I don’t think other people could come to this conclusion either, honestly.

“Understanding the feeling of liking to hit or be hit… I’ll comprehend it with my heart and overcome this trial. I’ll put my trust in you. Train me thoroughly so that I can become not just a dom but also a sub with all my heart.”

“Excellent mindset.”

After patting Bel’s head, I gestured towards the bedroom.

“You go ahead. I have things to prepare.”

“Got it.”

Bel rushed excitedly to the bedroom.

Eagerly anticipating his metamorphosis into a sub…

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