Am I Allowed to Kill the Male Lead? - Chapter 29

Chapter 29

Translator: Yonnee

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“……”

Listening to that, it seemed like a valid point.

“That’s true. Good job.”

I stroked the head of the sharply handsome demon king.

Bel’s expression turned strange.

“You’re either easy or difficult to persuade, I can’t tell.”

“You’re the one who either listens or doesn’t listen to me.”

The corners of Bel’s mouth lifted slightly.

“Maybe we’re… not just two-dimensional characters…?”

What?

“Are you seriously laughing right now? The world’s on the brink of destruction and you find it funny?”

I hit Bel. He’s needlessly happy about his status rising while I need to write the next part immediately. Not understanding what’s important, he keeps causing trouble in the main story and ultimately drove the author away.

“Please, let’s just do the whipping properly. We can’t afford to be ambiguous. The author didn’t set us up like that.”

“That’s why I said we don’t need the whipping anymore… Besides, the author isn’t here now. We can allow ourselves to develop into more complex characters now.”

“What kind of development are you hoping for when you can’t even do the basics? If you’re just going to spout nonsense, it’s better not to speak at all.”

Then I punched him in the solar plexus.

“But why did you fiddle with the tentacles for so long?”

Even though I’m dizzy from the alcohol, I still needed to say this. Why did he mess up like that?

I grabbed Bel’s chin and lifted it. Bel, sweating profusely, met my eyes.

“That, I… have no excuse. Please don’t hit where you already did.”

Bel stopped my second punch. Of course, as the male lead, Belzebuth could easily block my physical attacks.

“Get your hand off me.”

“……”

Nonetheless, he didn’t have the willpower block me mentally. We’re characters in a romance novel. I hit him again in the same spot I had just struck. But I was annoyed that Bel actually got hurt from my hit.

“Since when does a pitiful male lead in a novel live by getting hit?”

Bel’s consciousness seemed to fade as he closed his eyes.

“You’re much more of a handful than usual…”

“What?”

“Ah, no, I’m sorry. I’ll try to be in a position where you can hit me.”

“You always say you’ll try.”

I pushed a finger between his lips.

“Mmph?!”

“Be quiet.”

“……”

His red eyes seemed to say, ‘I’m not exactly a taciturn character as Belzebuth…’, but I ignored it and leaned against him, using him as a pillow.

I must really be drunk.

Alcohol in this world wasn’t just any old alcohol—it’s more like a drug. There’s no antidote, and the only way to sober up is to engage in erotic activities. Until then, this heat and dizziness wouldn’t go away.

Even though it’s a break between ‘the previous chapter’ and ‘the next chapter’, our world would not allow for wholesome progression. Even though the author left, the remnants of the deity remain strong. If I now refuse alcohol and act wholesomely or tepidly, the world might noisily collapse in protest against us. I had that feeling.

Our actions were the lifeline of the world. If we stop, the world ends. Even if it’s not part of the main plot of Devil’s Vivace, I compulsively kept acting as if I was filling the pages of a novel.

“I feel woozy.”

Burying my nose in the crook of his long, fair neck, I smelled the strong scent of a man. After all, it’s the scent of the male lead. It’s calming and comforting.

“You are lacking, pathetic, weak, and garbage.”

Feeling comfortable, my honest thoughts slipped out.

“You piece of trash.”

“I, I, I’m sorry……”

Bel put his hand awkwardly on my back with a clearly hurt expression. Of course, it wasn’t much of a comfort.

Although we somehow managed to create Chapter 64 ourselves, it wasn’t borne out of complete independence. It was more like being orphaned.

Suddenly, I felt a terrible loneliness I had never experienced before while filming this pitiful romance novel.

Belzebuth, who wasn’t very reliable, was trying to comfort me in his own way.

“Tell me what I can do to satisfy you. It might not be the virtue of the male lead to ask for instructions, but at least I promise to listen well.”

“Why do I have to order you? Why can’t you command me?”

“You’re the main character. I’ll do as you say.”

We fiercely competed to be the one who’d endure.

I tapped Bel’s lips lightly.

“You’re not doing it. Why is it that only your mouth is alive? Do you want to die?”

I was about to slap Bel’s cheek, but then I noticed his jewel-like face and stopped my hand.

“Why did the author leave when the male lead looks like this?”

It didn’t make sense. Despite everything, at least this guy had the physicality. His appearance must have been carefully crafted.

Bel awkwardly stroked my hand.

“Umm, we’re just characters in a book, so we probably don’t really look like this… But you don’t seem to have any intention of sobering up.”

“My body’s sturdy too, y’know?”

Why bother sobering up quickly if I’d already decided to drink? The world was on the brink of destruction, so shouldn’t it be okay to be a little reckless? I grabbed the noticeable mounds of flesh in front of me—it was the chest of the male lead, Belzebuth, wrapped in a shirt and vest. It felt surprisingly plump to the touch.