Am I Allowed to Kill the Male Lead? - Chapter 22

Chapter 22

Translator: Yonnee

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Though I started the ‘masterclass’ out of necessity to make Belzebuth a suitable male, it turned out to be surprisingly rewarding and enjoyable on my part as well.

I never really had the chance to touch Bel’s body before, which made it all the more fascinating.

And more than that, the squishy and warm sensation was quite addictive, and I found Bel’s instinctive reactions—getting angry, crying, responding every time he was touched—quite interesting.

Such an act was supposed to be an absolute taboo. But for a taboo, it seems rather trivial.

Was doing something bad supposed to be this easy?

It’s unnecessarily hot. I took a long breath and calmly continued to explore and rub inside his body, continuing my exploration.

“I thought you might not even have a prostate at all, but fortunately, you’ve got one. It’s also fascinating that it’s here in the first place.”

Bel, biting the back of his gloved hand, asked, “If there wasn’t one… wh, what would you have done?”

“I would have kept going until I hit it. Some feel it through the back because they have a prostate.”

That’s right… I’m an experienced female lead of a depraved smut novel. I’ve had backside experiences too. Though the scenes got a lot of flak for the forced plot, that’s not my concern… And a female lead with my experience can feel pleasure anywhere.

But Bel seemed not to understand that.

“How did you feel it if you didn’t have a prostate?”

Such a foolish question. Don’t underestimate the body of a smut novel’s female lead…

“Got it.”

Got what? I shot him a look, and Bel quickly lowered his eyes.

The sight was pathetic. The proud, cruel black-haired demon king, hugging his knees, exposing his indecent parts, blushing with a hue as red as a rose from shame but secretly enjoying it.

Bel, the male lead, was feeling it too much—annoyingly more than expected.

Still, having this experience means he’ll be less hesitant about causing me pain, whether it’s in my v*gina or my a*s.

It’s going according to plan.

Better, even, than planned.

“Aren’t you feeling it too much for a male lead?”

“Ah, no. I shouldn’t… I shouldn’t feel this way, but I c-can’t help it.”

Watching his black hair rub against the bed, his hot breath puffing between his crimson lips, I got the picture. If the author had no interest in switches, he wouldn’t have forbidden it.

But the author was wary of switches. I overestimated her. The author firmly believed that a man who enjoys it from behind could never act as a male lead again, and that belief reflected in this world.

It was as if I was pushing a male lead’s self-destruct button. Even now, he’s not acting like a male lead. Am I doing something terrible?

Still, I believe that once Belzebuth overcomes this trial, he will truly be reborn as a true male lead.

We’re openly engaging in reversal acts while the author isn’t watching. We shouldn’t be doing this. We shouldn’t…

The more I thought about it, the dizzier my head got.

I pressed and rubbed the slightly protruding part inside Bel’s hole, and he immediately arched his back.

“Huu, aaah… I can’t, nnngh, I can’t s-stand it—”

“You must.”

“It’s too stimulating. If I go over with your fingers, I’ll never, never again!”

Then the demon king’s strong nails tore through his clothes, and Bel, who was gripping his thigh, ended up tearing his pants.

“AHH!”

The skill with which he always aggressively tore my clothes in Devil’s Vivace was now applied to the demon king’s own. With the pants no longer serving their purpose, his legs were unadulteratedly spread apart. There was nothing left to cover his thighs and calves.

“M-My clothes, my clothes—”

For a modest man like Bel, it seemed like too much of a trial. He desperately tried to gather the torn pieces to cover his shameful parts, but I threw them away before he could.

“It’s better this way. It was uncomfortable, wasn’t it?”

“N-No. It’s better to be uncomfortable.”

With his thighs exposed like this, as far as I know, Bel was doing this for the first time in his life.

“Let me cover it. I… Haaaht… Ah, I d-don’t like it. It’s, it’s em, huu, embarrassing.”

With his pants gone, Bel wriggled his legs, trying to escape from the bed. However, as the male lead, especially one in a smut novel, he was essentially a living tool for the female lead’s pleasure and thus could not resist his inherent limitations. He was bound to do as I directed.

I grabbed Bel’s hips as he tried to crawl away, pulling him back.

“Where are you going?”

“Let me cover myself with a blanket. Or at least turn off the lights!”

Bel kept glancing at his legs.

Aha… His thighs were in full view.