Am I Allowed to Kill the Male Lead? - Chapter 16

Chapter 16

Translator: Yonnee

—

A bit of a recap.

In the previous chapter, Belzebuth attempted to offer Yoo Eunha as prey to the grotesque tentacle monster but ended up incinerating the tentacle instead. Afterward, he declared that he would treat her well.

Now, let’s switch roles and rehearse the upcoming developments.

Naturally, the tentacles must make an appearance.

“……”

Even though it was cut, Bel’s face turned a shade of pale blue as he stared at the squirming tentacle.

Despite being cut like this, it was still sculpturally handsome in a fragmentary way, a passable quality for a male lead.

“I am going to put this inside of you.”

By the way, this tentacle was very tentacle-like.

The slimy, squishy green object had rough bumps on it, and from each bump, small tentacles protruded. Each of these small tentacles also had bumps, forming a fractal structure.

Bel’s mental state itself shattered into fractals. It was a weapon that could attack a person’s mind solely for aesthetic reasons.

It even moved rhythmically.

“N-No, wait, I—”

Bel subtly stepped back. Grotesque creatures like tentacles are a divisive subject, but Devil’s Vivace was firm.

Regardless of preferences, they pushed forward. In a way, it managed to preserve the essence of the fundamental elements of erotic stories. Tentacles appeared.

Everyone loves tentacles. Except, that is for Bel.

“Are you really going to include the tentacle scene? I burned the tentacle monster already. Doing this now will only ruin the story’s continuity, won’t it? What kind of excuse are you going to make to justify including it?”

Bel fled to the edge of the bed, tucking his tail between his legs. Trembling, he used a pillow as a shield. Seems like the usual demon king swagger had disappeared long ago.

“Even if it’s cut, it still moves. It’s a disgusting creature. I don’t like it.”

“I don’t like you.”

I struck Bel’s cheek with the tentacle again.

“!”

How many characters have experienced a slap from a marine organism? The strange, moist material clung to the handsome Demon King of the North’s cheek, leaving a sticky residue before being pulled away again.

He probably wouldn’t even consider this to be painful. After all, had he not received many a slap in his daily life?

However, what about the discomfort?

I motioned to Bel with the squishy tentacle.

“I’ll make it work somehow. I might just feed myself to the tentacle monster without explaining anything.”

“…The plot development might fail.”

Bel, who had been easing up after grabbing his slapped cheek, suddenly spoke.

“The plot has already failed!”

I struck his right cheek with the tentacle as well.

“……!”

Holding his slapped cheek, Bel trembled with a sense of humiliation.

This was a facial expression he hadn’t shown when I hit him with hands, whips, or clubs.

Perhaps a few more hits with this piece of seafood could induce a transformation.

Since the tentacle was reacting to external stimuli and hardening, a few more strikes might also lead to corruption. Pressing the tentacle against Bel’s handsome face, I contemplated squashing it firmly.

“Now, we need to overcome the trauma of the tentacle. Remember what happened in Chapter 45?”

“……”

There was an incident where Bel was disturbed by the tentacle.

In fact, that traumatic event had affected not only Bel; it was a sort of trauma for me as well.

He turned his head slightly.

“So, the way to overcome trauma is…?”

It was about confronting the trauma directly through physical experience.

“……”

We exchanged glances for a brief, tense silence.

At the end of the tension-filled silence,

“I don’t like…!”

“Take it off!”

I was a bit quicker. I physically restrained Bel, who tried to escape, and fumbled around the belt area to remove his pants.

Continuing with the story, I accidentally touched his sensitive area.

Bel, who was trying to escape using the powers of the demon king, lost strength due to an unintentional surprise sexual advance from the female lead and collapsed onto the bed.

After all, Devil’s Vivace was still also a romance novel. The male lead couldn’t resist the proactive physical contact from the female lead.

As I brushed along the firm inner thigh and explored the soft sensitive area, Bel nearly convulsed. Even the flinching sensation in my palm was quite bewildering.

What do we have here?

“Oh, no no no. You can’t do this. Tentacles from the first day… That’s too much!”

Bel mumbled something, but I ignored him and continued my pursuit.

As I leaned over his collapsed form, he almost gasped for breath.

Was it because my chest touched his? Was it because he had a reaction to the female lead’s body? As the male lead?

“You’re the male lead, for god’s sake. I can’t believe you’re afraid of an itty bitty tentacle.”

This was unforgivable. When I pushed the tentacle against his face, Bel desperately tried to justify himself.

“You, you’re the female lead of a depraved novel here—but I’m not! I can’t use anything as material for a scene, unlike you. You don’t know when to stop. Let’s start with something easy and go step by step, so please—”

“Bel, are you scared?”

“Yes. I am. I’m scared.”

Immediately, Bel vigorously nodded his head. There was no hesitation in his show of cowardice.

“What kind of male lead gets scared?”

I freed Bel’s belt with one hand and smoothly pulled down his pants.

“Eek…!”

For update pings, novel discussions and/or to send mistake reports, join our discord server~!