Am I Allowed to Kill the Male Lead? - Chapter 23

Chapter 23

Translator: Yonnee

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“F-For a man undressing in bed, and exposing his… buttocks. It’s, it’s preposterous…”

That statement is correct. It’s practically written in the smut novel constitution that a male lead should only unbuckle his pants and reveal his privates.

Considering the common sense inherited from the author, and reflecting on the past trajectory of Devil’s Vivace, it’s probably illegal in the ‘outside world’ for a man to undress during sex. Especially if a man shows his buttocks to a woman, he might be subject to aggravated punishment under some special reversal law.

That’s why, in all those depraved novels, the male lead never shows his behind.

But now, we’re in a very special situation, facing the end of the world.

If you’re a sadistic master, shouldn’t you endure the trial of showing your buttocks to become a true dom?

Only by experiencing the pleasure of being a sub can he feel less guilty when he takes on the role of the master in Devil’s Vivace later. He must understand through his body that being hit, penetrated, tied up, and all sorts of things can be not so bad.

This is the duty of a male lead.

“You’re making such a fuss, even after you caused the author to stop the series?”

“But, I still don’t want it. It makes me feel like a promiscuous man… I’m not that kind of man…”

Bel’s eyes welled up with tears.

“Let’s stop for today. No more…”

Outside the bedroom, the ‘background’ of our world is still collapsing. The only safe place is this bedroom. I don’t have time to indulge Bel’s whining.

“What do you mean stop here? Come here.”

“Ah, ahh…! No, no. I don’t want this. I don’t…!”

Suddenly, Bel noticed the bloodstain on my hand.

“!”

Bel froze as if doused with cold water, his resistance halting abruptly.

His violet eyes quickly tinted blood-red, and his pupils dilated. Even his tail, which had been swaying easily, stiffened.

I’ve seen Bel react like this a few times before. Usually…

“Have I hurt you again?”

When he had hurt me.

Bel has never seen his own blood.

“……”

Explaining the nature of the blood to this sensitive and delicate male lead is…

Too bothersome.

“No, it’s your blood, so don’t worry.”

“What do you mean… Huuk, now I’m…”

Bel seemed to have realized something. Not wanting to concern myself with the male lead’s subtle emotional changes in bed, I just tried to insert the tentacles first.

“No!”

Bel jumped up. The tentacle stump, which had become soft in that brief moment, didn’t easily enter the tight space. He was already strong, and now that he was thrashing, it wasn’t easy to subdue him.

But strangely, it didn’t irritate or frustrate me. There was a certain… thrill in unceremoniously something into Bel’s body.

“Stay still. Have you forgotten you’re playing the role of a slave? We need to stop the end of the world.”

“What does putting a tentacle in me even have anything to do with stopping the apocalypse… Ah, I don’t know anymore. How did it come to this?”

Bel looked confused. I didn’t particularly want to calm him down. If he discovered the source of the blood, the ‘masterclass’ would surely be halted in a panic.

It’s easiest to suppress his shock with a greater shock.

Let’s ram it in.

“Why won’t this go in. The hole is too narrow.”

By rubbing the tentacle against the male lead’s behind, we take one step closer to stopping the apocalypse and regaining peace. Bel gasped and pleaded.

“Please, make it at least a little less humiliating.”

“Right. That’s how you should talk.”

I tapped the tentacle against Bel’s swollen opening to harden it again. There was something somewhat unpleasant about the mechanism of the tentacle. But since it was created to induce discomfort, unlike some, this tentacle is doing its job well.

I slapped his buttocks hard once more, to ensure he wouldn’t think about the source of the blood.

“Huuuk…!”

With Bel’s gasp, the flesh of his buttocks jiggled under my palm. His thick, sturdy tail swiftly rose toward his back.

“Stay still.”

“Huuk, I’ll listen, so please don’t hit me…”

Bel sobbed and rubbed his cheek against the blanket. He seemed to find comfort in the soft blanket.

“Showing my buttocks on the bed… losing my… purity. You’re too much. Won’t you even give me a single compliment?”

I ignored Bel’s mumbling and inserted two fingers, spreading them like scissors.

My fingers, having lost their purity, were filthy and messy, mixed with Bel’s blood and secretions. I didn’t want to do this.

I didn’t want to engage in such tiresome and bothersome acts of pushing someone to a physical and mental corner. This isn’t something a female lead should do.

My pretty fingers, the wrists of which should be neatly cuffed instead, are inside the male lead’s body…

“Reflect on your actions.”

Bel lay face down, only lifting his buttocks, clutching the blanket and turning his head away.

“I’m sorry. Eunha. I understand now what kind of hardships you go through in bed every night. I promise I won’t hit you again.”

It went the opposite of what I intended.