Am I Allowed to Kill the Male Lead? - Chapter 21

Chapter 21

Translator: Yonnee

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I… I take pride in my body, in my v*gina. I’ve captured three male leads, given immense vicarious satisfaction to countless readers, and so I’m wholly proud of my body, crafted with all the author’s effort.

My body is the best. I don’t want it to be compared to a man’s.

But why does this man seem to have some sort of hymen here, creating such a mess? Who made the decision to equate the female genitalia with the anus to make it bleed like this?

Who else could have thought of this…

Of course, it must be the author!

“Goddamn f*cker…”

I cursed the author, but Belzebuth thought it was directed at him and looked hurt. Then he spread his legs a bit more. While Bel’s cooperative stance was flawless, I didn’t correct his misunderstanding.

I thrust into Bel’s insides more roughly out of frustration. Of course, this barrier does tighten around my finger. But no matter how much it tightened, it couldn’t possibly match me. Pheromones come out of my v*gina.

It’s natural since this was an unabashed lewd story. Any celibate man who sleeps with me becomes corrupted, turning into my personal living dildo. In our world, being the only significant female character, I have such formidable power.

How presumptuous. Don’t try to take my place…

“Bel, apologize. Say you were wrong.”

“I was wrong.”

I felt slightly better.

“The god of our world is pathetic.”

I wanted to settle this situation by cursing the author. And for now, I decided to call the source of this blood a ‘male hymen’.

“What a mess…”

I decided to keep the fact that blood came out from Bel a secret. He’s already enough of a sensitive and delicate male lead. If he’d find out that he bled from being penetrated, it would just make him freak out.

I sighed and fiddled with his insides. But as I sighed, Bel’s expression hardened even more.

Bel quickly tickled my wrist with the soft fur at the end of his tail.

“Right. It’s the author’s fault. Leaving us to die and running away in the middle of everything. How irresponsible.”

He was obviously pretending to be emotional about the author to suit my mood. The demon king, always playing coy. He has no idea that the barrier of his backside’s virginity had been torn, and he’s bleeding. He probably just thinks that’s the pain of his first time.

“But Eunha, don’t be angry, listen to me. I don’t know what feels good. It just hurts. I can endure the pain, but that’s not your goal, is it? Even in the main story… there wasn’t much description of feeling good.”

…Was there not?

Come to think of it, there’s hardly any description of me feeling good.

“Did you feel good at first?”

“I did.”

“I don’t think so.”

“That’s what I’m saying. You don’t believe a word I say.”

“I can’t. Not in this depraved novel.”

Why was it like this? I mean, I’m also in a lot of pain. And the author, by ultimately discontinuing the serialization, has inflicted ultimate and eternal pain on the characters.

This is what happens when you start something that’s not even your taste, just on a whim. She ended up resenting the world.

At that moment, Bel made a strange, provocative expression.

“Uh, Eunha. Something feels weird… Hhk, ahh…”

It seems I found the switch.

With a mix of disbelief, I pressed hard on a slightly protruding part inside Bel. He arched his back, gritting his teeth.

And it wasn’t just a bend—his back curved like a bow. Red veins bulged on the demon king’s manly neck. His pillar, which had been soft and dangling until now, swelled with vigor.

“It’s actually working…”

“Don’t make s, strange comments, nnhh, don’t…”

Every tiny movement of my finger made Bel tremble all over, which was somewhat intriguing. The female lead, after all, is supposed to manipulate the male lead with just a glance or a gesture.

“Look at you. So fascinating.”

It’s amazing how just stimulating the back makes it swell. The pink folds engulfing my finger. The monstrous manhood, engorged and heated, demanded to be touched.

“No, don’t— Don’t touch it.”

I touched it.

“It feels quite weird.”

The touch was indeed weird. Sensitive, soft, and the skin clung to my hand as if it had been waiting. The demon king’s private parts were slightly sticky, perhaps with sweat or some other fluid.

“The texture is strange.”

I stirred the lord of fire’s tender flesh with my right middle finger, while lightly stroking his enormous, heated p*nis with my left hand. The tail wrapped around my wrist wouldn’t stay still, tightening and releasing continuously.

It felt like our hands were entwined. The soft touch of the fur on my wrist felt like proof of our defiance against the author’s will. I don’t know why, but my heart was racing.

Though my heart raced, seeing the male lead sprawled on the bed, writhing obscenely, was infuriating.

“You’re despicable. Don’t feel it more than me. It’s like a reverse.”

“It’s already enough of a reverse!”

Bel, suddenly infuriated, tried to sit up, but when I gently pressed inside, he collapsed, releasing a lewd moan.