Am I Allowed to Kill the Male Lead? - Chapter 19

Chapter 19

Translator: Yonnee

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Not even his gloves had been taken off yet—only his buttocks were exposed. His upper body shirt was buttoned up stubbornly and uncomfortably all the way to the neck, almost maintaining his usual rigid and stoic appearance.

I only undressed him minimally, considering the shame-prone Bel, yet he still can’t stand it. I have no need for such a weak man.

“I’m sorry…”

Eventually, Bel apologized again. It seemed harder to keep the male lead silent than to insert tentacles into him.

The black-haired noble monarch, the ‘grand duke’ of the demon world, and the fire demon king, with all these splendid titles, he wept bitterly as a woman’s finger was inside him.

“So you too, when I did this for you the first time, you must have hated it like this.”

“……”

Perhaps that was the decisive reason why he was weeping so sorrowfully.

“I didn’t hate it that much.”

“No wonder you hate me.”

“I don’t really hate you either.”

If I reverse what he said, does it mean Bel hates this act and me right now? I told him to understand the feelings of a masochist, not the tragic heart of a female protagonist in a depraved R-rated story. This is straying from the intended ‘masterclass’.

I sighed as I slowly moved my mischievous finger back and forth inside his hot, narrow interior.

“Aren’t you enjoying this?”

Bel suddenly tightened around my finger and sat up abruptly.

“How can I enjoy this? I’d rather be whipped. Such a perverted…”

As I gently stroked his perineum, he trailed off.

“Nngh, such a perverted act…”

Seeing his eyebrows droop and his lips slightly bitten, it was clear he was feeling something sensual. It felt strange to me too, as the one touching him.

It wasn’t because I was excited for the same reasons as Bel. It was the first time I had ever been so careful and considerate in giving someone pleasure rather than pain.

Being this delicately considerate… It’s not something a female lead does in bed. This is what the male lead should do.

Was the root of all problems the unwanted sadistic acts that frayed the male lead’s heart? Perhaps I should have considered the position of the male lead, who had to force himself even though he didn’t want to.

But what can I do about his inherent weakness? And it was me who bled from being whipped. A weak and faint-hearted man who can’t stand being hit is not to the taste of the readers of Devil’s Vivace. There’s no way but to be reborn.

So, to enable him to be reborn, I meticulously felt through the delicate wrinkles of Bel’s tender flesh.

What a strange feeling. So this is what it feels like to touch someone else’s body.

Throughout all those sexual encounters, I had never once caressed the bodies of the male leads. If the serialization hadn’t been at risk of stopping, I wouldn’t have bothered with such a troublesome task.

What a bizarre thing to do.

“…Such an act should not be tolerated.”

Bel had been enduring the foreign sensation, trying somehow to properly express his anger towards me.

“Putting tentacles first in the initial lesson wasn’t a good idea, after all.”

“Try to enjoy it. It’s just a finger for now, and you’re being overly dramatic. There’s always the option of inserting two tentacles at once.”

The demon king, ironically opposed to violence, was so shocked that he clenched his insides tightly. It hurt. Between angels and dragons, this normal human female lead felt like her fingers were about to break.

Bel used his formidable combat skills on his sphincter, not considering the strength difference between him and a fragile human.

“Relax.”

Please, just relax.

“Does it really get easier once it’s inside?”

“That’s what I’m saying. Now that you know it feels good to be penetrated, at least you won’t be fretting about pain every time I insert it.”

“It doesn’t feel good yet though.”

“Really? Try to feel it.”

“What do you mean, ‘try’? It’s not good at all! It was definitely a wrong choice… hiicc…”

“It might start to feel good soon.”

Ignoring his overreaction, I continued what I was doing.

Somewhere in the hot, knobbly wrinkles of the demon king’s interior, there must be a self-destruct switch.

A terrible genre-switching switch that would blow up all the expectations the readers had for #ObsessiveMaleLead #DemonMaleLead #DepravedStory #HardcoreStory #ConfinementStory #PromiscuousMan, and so on.

Once pressed, everything reverses. And once it reverses, there’s no going back.

It’s so powerful that it shouldn’t be used unless the world is facing something as catastrophic as its end.

The world is on the brink of destruction. I must press it.

I am a depraved smut novel’s female lead with a type of boldness not unlike the macho protagonists of black-and-white movies… but still.

I felt nervous, my throat dry.

I’ve got to find it…