Am I Allowed to Kill the Male Lead? - Chapter 17

Chapter 17

Translator: Yonnee

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Even the demon king’s military uniform, with all its buttons and clasps, was nothing in my hands. I undressed him in a matter of moments.

“H-How are you so good at stripping men’s clothes? Won’t you seem like a man-eater?”

“Are you seriously nitpicking me right now?”

True though… If it were ‘Yoo Eunha,’ it might have been an impossible task. ‘Yoo Eunha’ was characterized as a shy virginal maiden who had limited sexual experiences, making her inexperienced in undressing others. However, now that there’s no need to act shy, she released her own seal.

“Don’t devour me.”

Suddenly, Bel pleaded desperately. He continued yelling while trying to fix his pants.

“There should at least be steps or an order to this!”

And the more bewildered Bel became, the more he talked.

“When did you unbutton the tailhole button? I, I don’t know how to undo your underwear yet.”

Belzebuth still didn’t know how to undo Yoo Eunha’s bra. Right, it’s just as he said. After all, he just roughly tore it apart every time. There’s no need to be surprised about this.

Calmly, I grabbed Bel’s tail and playfully smacked his buttocks. It’s not unnecessary violence that causes unnecessary embarrassment. This can be considered part of daily life. It’s a reminder to stay calm.

“Stay still.”

“Ah!”

His buttocks jiggled like pudding under my palm. The male lead’s buttocks, which had never seen the light of day, were particularly delicate.

“Being scared makes you look weak. Have you not had any basic education?”

“W-What are you doing?”

When I pulled on his tail as if I were about to yank it off, he instinctively lifted his hips and buttocks. Since the protagonist’s fair buttocks were exposed, it felt strange, so I smacked them again.

The sensation of warm, soft flesh against my palm was awkward. I couldn’t understand why the male lead’s body had such soft and delicate parts.

Bel, perfectly adorned with the demon king’s military uniform, shamefully lowered his pants and twisted his body as if actively soliciting a whip. In reality, it was probably painful and embarrassing, but in this erotic novel universe where seemingly ordinary actions were distorted into the lewd, it was an inevitable occurrence.

It must be embarrassing, not necessarily too painful. After all, there was a time when I had gone crazy on him with a baseball bat. However, he was much more vulnerable to mental anguish than physical pain. Already, he was writhing and thrashing his tail.

“Stop it, please. I was wrong.”

“I’ve barely stepped into the role of your dom, yet you’re crying already?”

“And now I’m in the role of a sub. Subs should cry well!”

Listening to it, there was some truth to it.

“Hmm.”

I let go of his tail. Taking advantage of the opportunity, Bel quickly wrestled with his clothes and concealed his plump, white buttocks.

“You’re talking nonsense. Don’t ‘masters’ have any humanity?”

“No. Because there’s such a thing as a living dildo.”

I once again sought to undress him.

“This novel is cruel to me.”

It was a complex sentiment.

“Focus on you’re a*s.”

“What are you talking about, ah!”

I smacked him again. The sensation of warm flesh against my palm was still perplexing and not yet accustomed. While there have been many times I’ve hit with clothes on, this was the first time I’ve struck bare flesh. It was due to my consideration for the male lead’s appearance until now that I hadn’t undressed him.

Bel’s diamond-shaped eyes were now filled with tears.

“It seems I wasn’t mentally prepared. I’m not ready to accept something from behind.”

“I’ve never been ready to accept you either.”

“If it’s already Chapter 63, you must’ve adapted to me already.”

“Why are you unnecessarily shameless in other ways?”

I subdued him physically and inserted the tentacle tip into his a*s. Bel struggled a bit more with futile resistance. After all, it had to penetrate… I gently stroked Bel’s fair buttocks with my palm and spoke soothingly.

“It’s going to sting a little.”

“Don’t talk like you’re giving an injection.”

“It’s similar.”

“Where can you find an injection so big, thick, and with protrusions?”

Truly a conversation worthy of characters in a depraved smut novel.

Bel tightly closed his eyes and trembled. His tail kept trying to push my hand away. I contemplated leaving him unprepared for a syringe that is big, thick, and has protrusions, but I refrained. Doing so wouldn’t likely awaken him to the true pleasures of a sub.

I simply lay down next to Bel and used the tentacle to tease his a*s. Bel seemed disoriented due to the unfamiliar and uncomfortable sensation inside him.

I can pleasure myself well with this tentacle, but with such a pitiful male lead, the future of the novel seems dark. Not that we’re not on the brink of world destruction…

I smacked Bel’s fair cheeks with the cut tentacle.

“Bel, what do you think you’re lacking as a dom?”

If this wretched male lead wants a conversation, I’ll indulge him. Bel answered softly.

“…Maybe, not acting my age?”

It was worth knowing what he thought of his role.

After sighing deeply, I simply gave him the answer.

“As a dom, you should feel no shame.”

And then, I started fondling his buttocks.

“!”

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