Am I Allowed to Kill the Male Lead? - Chapter 30

Chapter 30

Translator: Yonnee

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“Abandoning us without even taking this off once. Hah, that author.”

Even in the latest edition of Devil’s Vivace, Belzebuth never undressed. There was still much content to be exploited in this novel, even though there were already 64 chapters out.

Unlike Belzebuth, who only says he’ll do anything, I was actually ready to do anything. I got hit, tied up, ravished by tentacles, and followed the developments without doubt. It was all for our God.

It’s so heartless to leave us creatures behind like this. In truth, obedient male leads, tyrant sadist male leads, a string of comments, unwavering rankings—none of those mattered. I just wanted to follow the script.

And the deeper I fell into these gloomy thoughts, the more I found myself kneading the male lead’s body. It was the first time I’d touched him so thoroughly, so my hands kept going back. What is this? Why is it so big? …Does it produce milk?

Maybe I, not Bel, had more talent for reincarnating as a baby in my next life?

Bel, after pondering on his own, offered a solution.

“Uh, ugh… Eunha. If you want, you can… hit me. It might at least change your mood.”

“When have I ever asked for your permission to hit you?”

Hitting the male lead and trying to correct him didn’t make sense when the author had already abandoned us. I thought I was doing well, but after a moment of repose, I realized that it all seemed pointless.

“Forget it. Why are you volunteering to be whipped?”

“Haah, but… you seem most alive when you hit me.”

“……”

I wanted to deny it.

“Or maybe we should really change the genre? Let’s switch roles. You said there’s no way, but we have to try something if the world is on the verge of destruction.”

“We can’t change the genre now. We should stick to what we know.”

“In that case, we really need to switch our roles.”

“You’re even joking now.”

“It’s not a joke. You’re already an excellent dom. You clearly have a natural talent.”

“……”

“D…Did I say something wrong again?”

Bel, having nothing else to do, was again trying to gauge my mood.

“I always want to please you, but I’m sorry… for being inadequate… in that…”

Bel fidgeted with his fingers before asking.

“…Should I kneel? Will you hit me?”

I sobered up instantly. The talent was more in Bel. The talent for calling for a beating…

He looked like a drenched puppy watching for a signal. That’s why he’s not like a tyrant. If he’s going to listen, he should do as told properly, or just ignore me and act like a proper tyrant. It’s frustrating how indecisive he is. Belzebuth would be a perfect black-haired male lead if he just kept his mouth shut.

“Stop just walking on eggshells around me and do something confidently. Like a tyrant.”

I vented my minor frustration. I couldn’t tell if my annoyance at his groveling was because the author disliked such timid male characters, or if I just disliked his incompetence. When we ‘trained’ yesterday, it felt exhilarating to defy the deity’s will, but today it’s irritating to see Bel being so cautious.

It’s unclear where the creator’s desires end and where my own feelings begin. I missed the liberation I felt when we openly reversed roles yesterday.

Bel pondered with an inscrutable expression.

“Like a tyrant… You want me to act like ‘Belzebuth’?”

“Yeah.”

“Hmm.”

Bel nodded and stood up.

“Alright. I shall give you an order.”

Oh? For real?

“You have a duty to obey my demands. Even if it torments you.”

Suddenly, without warning, the air froze around us.

Belzebuth looked down at me coldly, his lips curling up. His red eyes, usually filled with self-reproach, regret, and a bit of resignation, now sparkled darkly and dangerously.

I was taken aback by this unexpected dominant aspect of him and stiffened.

L-Look at you. You can actually do it?

This wasn’t the Bel who only caused disastrous broadcasting accidents. Now, without a ‘script’, he had transformed into the fiery demon king Belzebuth. The alpha male of the novel, arrogant, strong, and regarding others like insects. The object of envy and desire. The one who possessed everything.

So he actually had the chops to do it…

I looked up at him, thrilled, waiting for his command. It felt like the ‘Yoo Eunha’ inside me had awakened.

Bel languidly played with my auburn hair.

“You seem tense. Are you scared?”

“……”

Quite… quite so. He’s doing pretty well, wasn’t he?

In this crisis of the author running away, had the male lead finally awakened?

I felt happy. There was hope. It wasn’t for nothing that Belzebuth was the male lead.

Belzebuth, with his blood-red eyes shimmering menacingly, knelt down solemnly.

“I will kneel and beg, no matter what you say.”

He’s so incredibly cool.

This wicked tyrant would kneel and beg if he chose to. No one could stop him. The onlookers could only watch helplessly as this cruel demon knelt. No matter how terrible the screams of the spectators, no matter how desperate their agony, if Belzebuth wanted to kneel and beg, he would do so to the end.

Belzebuth commanded in an evil voice.

“Eunha. Hit me and vent your feelings. This is an order.”

It was the same thing he had said earlier, but the nuance was completely different. His words had a compelling force that made people follow.

And so, I was drawn to find a baseball bat, possessed by the urge to kill him.