Am I Allowed to Kill the Male Lead? - Chapter 18

Chapter 18

Translator: Yonnee

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Bel was surprised, and truthfully, I was quite surprised as well.

It was much softer than I had anticipated.

Of course, given that it was a muscular buttock, there was a firmness inside, but whether Bel was relaxing his muscles or my strength had increased due to the exercise of beating the male lead with fists and bats between the previous and next chapters of the novel, it went well.

Why were these cheeks so soft?

Even if it was a male lead’s private part, I had never touched someone else’s a*s before.

Belzebuth’s a*s in Devil’s Vivace remained untouched so far. It hadn’t been pierced by tentacles, let alone someone fondling or caressing it.

I ravaged that area recklessly, squeezing the narrow pelvis and tight buttocks, rolling them in my hands and even smoothing over the skin with bruises and scars.

Bel closed his eyes tightly and wrapped his tail around my wrist. It was ticklish because of the tail fur.

Trembling, Bel spoke.

“I… I’ll endure it. Feel free to touch.”

Absurd.

“Why are you speaking as if you’re giving permission?”

“D-Did I? A slip of the tongue. I’m sorry. I’ve made a lot of mistakes today. Please, feel free to touch as much as you want.”

Bel had to endure the ordeal of me fondling his buttocks. So, he must be reborn as a splendid male lead. That’s the only way to prevent the discontinuation of Devil’s Vivace. The survival of the world depends on his buttocks.

For such a noble cause, I sacrificed my hands to touch his buttocks with all my might.

“You’re such a wuss. You inserted two tentacles into me, both holes even, yet now you’re scared just because I’m trying to insert this tiny thing?”

“Was it only that much!? I-I didn’t know. Then, how many in total did you insert?”

“Yeah, you wouldn’t know. Because you fainted when I was playing with the tentacles.”

I squeezed the tentacle, wiped the sticky liquid on my fingers, and then pierced the devil king’s small and innocent hole in one go.

“Huuk…!”

Oh, it hurts.

It hurts a lot.

I’m hurting.

Me.

I didn’t know who between us got pierced—it just felt like my finger was about to break.

Maybe because I forcefully inserted my finger too hard, it felt like breaking through and tearing down his walls.

Until now, I tried to show a strong appearance as the protagonist and leader, but in reality, it was my first time penetrating a man’s body.

Naturally, I was tense, trembling, and it hurt a lot. Despite the female lead gathering courage and giving it her first time, the male lead didn’t think of being considerate and just moaned while spreading his thighs. Evidently, he lacked manners.

I frowned and lightly slapped his a*s.

“Relax a bit.”

The title of the ‘Fire Demon’ wasn’t wasted. Belzebuth’s insides were blazing hot. It wasn’t as easy as I thought to pierce through the tightly sealed flesh wall with just one finger.

Perhaps I needed some technique. In Devil’s Vivace, demons or archangels stirred things up under me about once every two chapters. Of course, what the male leads touched was the front, and what I was touching now was the back, so the situations were a bit different.

However, since there wasn’t much to refer to, I recalled the times when I was touched while exploring his insides.

The soft feeling tightly enveloping my finger was unfamiliar. I hadn’t realized until now, but Bel’s insides were also soft and squishy… There wasn’t a particularly sensual feeling—it felt more like conducting an anatomical exploration.

Bel, on the other hand, seemed to be on the verge of death.

“I’m, I’m sorry…”

Bel covered his face with both arms and started sobbing. It’s strange since this is undoubtedly a novel where the tears of the female lead never dried, but it seems like the male lead tended to cry more. There was undoubtedly a fatal flaw in his tear ducts somewhere.

“Why are you crying?”

“It’s scary, painful, sorry, embarrassing…”

Bel, with his hole pierced, sobbed.

“It feels like my insides…”

“Endure it. My finger hurts too.”

“S-Sorry for that too…”

Bel tried to loosen his grip on my finger as if to apologize. It didn’t really loosen. It just continued to hurt.

“If you can endure this ordeal, can I also become a proper #CoerciveMaleLead #ObsessiveMaleLead? Isn’t this just creating one more dark history that ‘Belzebuth’ can’t talk about?”

“Stop talking. You’re tightening up every time you talk.”

“So… Sor…”

Bel was about to apologize but closed his mouth. Tears fell incessantly from his fierce eyes like a broken faucet.

Still, it suited him well.

Of course, the author hadn’t thought Belzebuth would cry so well while creating him, but with his inherently sculpted face, he looked cool even when crying. Anyone who saw him like this would automatically want to comfort him.

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