Am I Allowed to Kill the Male Lead? - Chapter 31

Chapter 31

Translator: Yonnee

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To put it simply, Bel didn’t exactly become the Demon King Beelzebuth. He just wanted to set the mood and asked to be hit with an evil tone. He wasn’t all that much different from how he usually was.

And I relieved my stress by hitting Bel, just like always.

“You. Wouldn’t it be troublesome if you bruise the male lead’s body?”

“That’s why I only hit where it doesn’t show. Straighten up.”

“Everything but the face, huh—Ack!”

Really, it was no different from usual.

“Ugh, just a little— Hah.”

It was not different at all.

“This won’t kill me.”

Bel, dizzy with confusion, was babbling nonsense as usual.

“Haah.”

Afterwards, I threw away the club and lit a cigarette. I have good stamina, necessary for hours of passionate sex, but even I was nothing compared to Beelzebuth. I always needed to stretch first. I threw myself on the sofa, brushing back my sweat-soaked hair, and, true to being the protagonist, I monologued.

“Being the female lead isn’t easy.”

But exercising like this does feel refreshing. It’s just non-erotic exercise.

Bel, much sturdier than me, rubbed his bottom and grumbled.

“It’s strange. It hurts but doesn’t hurt.”

“What do you mean?”

“It used to be that every time you hit me, I felt resentful, but now it’s not like that. It’s annoying, sure. But it feels like accidentally stepping on gum. Is this somehow part of your ‘masterclass’? Training to underestimate you?”

His red eyes looking up at me were quite disrespectful. No matter how much I tried to control him through physical violence, he never seems to be cowed, which seems like a good trait for a male lead, but something’s off.

Bel was heading in an unintended direction. To think he’s treating me like gum?

Bel shook his head.

“Why do I feel anxious whether I’m hit or not… Was your beating too lenient? How disappointing, Eunha.”

Certainly, he had become more arrogant, fitting for a male lead, after being hit.

“If I hit you more, will you become the perfect Beelzebuth?”

“No, you’ve hit enough. I don’t want to be hit more.”

Bel doubled back in fright. It would be nice if he could make up his mind whether he wants to be hit or not.

Being accustomed to violence and not cowering at all, such a hybrid was born. I was about to say something, but lacking the energy to hit anymore, I just sank into the plush drawing-room sofa.

“Look there.”

I pointed outside the window. Following my finger, Bel’s expression hardened.

The horizon, where the sunset sky and the red-stained land met, was crumbling and disintegrating into letters. If you stared long enough, you could maybe make out what was written there.

·¹º§??º°? ??´?.¡ ¸??? ³ª°?¼?¸?¿¡ ¾Æ??? ……

But the letters were fragmented.

It seemed like the document connecting our world to the outside world had a problem. A straightforward case of world destruction.

The precious rest time I had earned by creating Chapter 64 was slowly coming to an end. Time was running out. Amidst this, the male lead still hesitates to break my ankle.

“How do I continue ‘the next episode’ with such an inadequate dom?”

Bel said gloomily.

“If I keep receiving master training from you, I will improve. Don’t give up on me.”

“Then, wanna try breaking my ankle?”

I proposed it rather cheerfully, I think. However, Bel just stared down at my slender ankle, then clenched his teeth and turned his head.

“It’s better to continue the training. Just hit me more.”

I saw his fingertips trembling slightly. Just a while ago, he was asking not to be hit.

Tut, tut. So indecisive.

Bel, still with a sore bottom, couldn’t sit down on a chair. Instead, he started pacing around the demon castle’s drawing room, muttering seriously.

“Though it’s already Chapter 64, I’m beginning to understand why readers follow this novel.”

Sixty-four chapters were about the length of two volumes of a book. But he’s saying it’s only now that he…

“I didn’t know it could be pleasant to be teased by tentacles. I always believed it was a terrible torture. You said it wasn’t countless times, but I couldn’t accept it. It’s disgusting and slimy.”

“People just have to accept some things. It is good.”

“I apologize for doubting you. Until now, every time I filmed a scene throwing you to the tentacles, my heart ached with guilt, causing broadcast accidents, but I promise it won’t happen in the future.”

“Alright.”

Bel looked at me earnestly, as if asking for praise.

“After declaring you wouldn’t bring out the tentacles anymore.”

“……”

His handsome face quickly darkened.

“It won’t be easy to manage the aftermath.”

“Just break my ankle.”

“I still need more training.”

Bel sighed heavily.

“While I’m thinking of the scenes we have to film in the future, it seems bleak. I understand it’s hard to believe people enjoy other horrific things, not just tentacles. Of course, I get it intellectually, but my guilt…”

“Are you seriously the type who only believes after your body has suffered?”

But seeing that he’s now okay with tentacles, it seems the masterclass really did work. I flicked the cigarette ash onto the floor, following Bel with my eyes as he wandered.

“But you quite liked the tentacles the other day, didn’t you?”

Bel, who was turned away, stopped in his tracks and spoke without showing his face.

“It was… good, but not the tentacles. If I have to specify, it was…”