Am I Allowed to Kill the Male Lead? - Chapter 25

Chapter 25

Translator: Yonnee

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Once the tentacle got inserted, it didn’t stop. Even if the female lead shouted for it to stop, even if the male lead earnestly and desperately begged, it disgustingly continued to stimulate from within.

I soothed Bel’s back.

“Stay still.”

“T-Twice in a row is too much.”

“Why are you so whiny? Do you really think you’re going to die?”

Clutching my fist gently, Bel immediately shut his mouth. I groped his thigh and buttocks, pushing the tentacle deeper inside. The sensation of cutting through the firm flesh, the sight of Bel’s teary expression, was thrilling. Why he made such a face was incomprehensible and only added to my confusion.

Really, why is he making that face? Does Bel want to be tormented?

Do… Do I want to torment him?

“I’ll kill you if you take it out.”

“Don’t kill me. I appreciate your mercy. But… huuk.”

I hurriedly took off my skirt and underwear and climbed atop his legs. My superior body was so incredible that even the trivial actions until now had thoroughly drenched my inner thighs. Or maybe it was because Bel had been somewhat provocative.

Anyway, I aligned my body over his stiff, hot erection and lowered my hips.

I’m the one devouring him…

It’s my first time doing the cowgirl position.

I felt his thick, firm object splitting and invading my insides.

Despite being tormented until now, Bel has a quite usable manhood—one that doesn’t die down right after just one climax. Even further, it can go ten times in a row. And even already at its limit, it can grow bigger inside the female lead. It’s a real marvel.

That much was Bel’s manhood, practically made to serve me. And as we were experiencing this position for the first time, Bel was at a complete loss for words. He stopped resisting.

The slippery and ticklish walls scraped against the tip. The pulsating, vein-ridden, gigantic manhood proudly filled, widened, and stimulated my insides.

It felt so full inside. An involuntary hot sigh escaped me.

“Ha…”

“Eunha.”

“Shut up.”

Bel closed his mouth. He looked bewildered. Seeing his expression melting so quickly, well, it seemed his mind had flown off to heaven again.

Mm-hmm. I’m just too good.

I indulged in my own superiority for a moment. A modest professional pride. Well, it’s overtime work now.

Bel’s eyes changed. It was a look I hadn’t seen when whipping him or tying him up, but the true look of a male lead. A fire started to burn deep within his eyes.

“……”

Bel clenched his teeth and grabbed my waist.

Still, it was an embarrassing position for him. Even though he was inside me, I was looking down at him and, crucially, one of his calves was still resting on my shoulders.

It wasn’t the ‘correct’ position. If the author had seen this, she would have been furious, accusing us of simultaneously insulting the masculinity of the male lead and the femininity of the female lead.

However, the series has been discontinued. God left. I can defy the natural order as I please without fear of divine retribution.

“Ha…”

This guilt. The real guilt of directly contravening the moral laws that underpin the world.

For the first time in my life, I became a bad child. Is this why it’s thrilling? Even the pleasures of being confined and threatened as ‘Eunha’ throughout 63 chapters felt fake compared to this.

Of course, they couldn’t have been fake. I was sincere every moment. But still.

“It’s a shame. Bel took my virginity, but I couldn’t take his virginity, so annoying…”

I lazily swayed my hips as I spoke. Being penetrated, or rather, engulfing was euphoric and satisfying. Exactly as I intended to teach Bel.

If only he could understand how much I enjoy being in bed, then perhaps he wouldn’t hesitate to wield the whip out of guilt.

But now, Bel seems to be feeling a different type of guilt.

“I’m sorry for, for my promiscuous characterization… Hah, I’m utterly ashamed. For me to have had experiences with other women before you…”

Bel looked up at me, gasping. The more overwhelmed he felt, the more menacing his expression tended to become.

Naturally, he’s had no ‘real’ experience with any woman. Like ‘Eunha,’ Belzebuth was born at the first chapter. Anything before chapter one was only known through knowledge, not experienced until an official flashback in Devil’s Vivace would appear.

However, within Devil’s Vivace, the demon king was not a virgin. Over his long life, he had embraced many women. But after meeting ‘Eunha,’ he could never be satisfied with any other woman. It was through such a traditional and venerable process that he couldn’t show me his virginal blood.

“I’m such a promiscuous, cheap man…”

Despite likely being in ecstasy, his self-deprecation was intensifying. Bel cried and apologized, seeking my hand to interlock our fingers. Of course, he still continued to grow stiff and larger inside me. Pleased with his second evolution, I held his hand back.

“Perhaps blood would have originally come from Bel’s penis too?”

In this novel, there were no virgins, so the existence of virginal blood remained a mystery. But let’s assume it exists. If there’s hymenal blood and backside virgin blood, then surely virginal blood must exist too.

Bel nodded in agreement with my reasonable and logical deduction.

“I should have gifted you my blood.”

“How about, some kind of reconstruction surgery?”

Like a surgery to make someone cool…

“I’ll look into it later. For now…”

Bel pulled my hand towards him, pressing hot lips to my fingers.

“Keep holding my hand. Then I can endure it.”