Am I Allowed to Kill the Male Lead? - Chapter 32

Chapter 32

Translator: Yonnee

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He suddenly became shy.

The way his tail was uselessly swishing in the air was enough to confirm it, but the pointed tips of his ears peeking through his black hair were red too.

After filming an intense scene in Devil’s Vivace, Bel always behaved like this.

Did I really make an impact on him with those tentacles? We did have sex, after all.

“Specifically?”

“Do I really have to say it out loud for you to be satisfied?”

“Why, was the love whipping not enough?”

“!”

Bel turned his head right away, his face turning red with apparent embarrassment.

“That, that, is that the content of the next ‘masterclass’? Are you trying to teach me the joy of being whipped?”

Oh, it seems Bel is finally starting to grasp the concept of ‘love whipping’. Good thing I went ahead with the tentacles.

Bel never understands unless he experiences it physically.

If I had known that the main male character of our novel was like this from the first episode, I wouldn’t have needed 64 episodes to come to this realization.

Bel babbled in haste.

“That’s too much. You’ve already hit me a lot. It seems difficult to overwrite these bad memories with good ones.”

“So, you did hate being hit.”

“Of course. Who would like to be hit?”

This guy…

But then Bel fidgeted, rubbing his foot on the floor.

“Since the first training session was successful, how about continuing… only with pleasant things and slowly working on ‘the next part’?”

“Want me to use the tentacles again?”

“Not exactly that. We’ve already overcome that. Anyway, maybe in a direction where you… ahem, find me cute…”

He looked at me as if calculating that I might accept such an absurd request at this moment.

He seems to be under some misconception. I have no intention of finding Bel cute. What he needs to experience is not the position of a pet, but that of a sub.

Pets receive affection, but subs do not. Subs…

Subs receive affection while pretending to be pitiful.

“……”

I shut my eyes tightly.

That’s right. In our novel, there was no meaningful distinction between subs and pets. The actual experiences are almost the same.

After all, as the protagonist and technically a sub, the point of the novel is to show me being loved like a pet. I think most readers follow this novel for that point. Therefore, to let Belzebuth experience my position, I do need to find him cute.

Devil’s Vivace is a story where a handsome organic dildo named Belzebuth dedicates his whole being to satisfy both the sexual and emotional needs of a pure and pitiful sub.

That’s how I understand it.

But where should I direct this aimless anger?

Why is he already trying to enjoy the pleasures of being a sub? It’s making me feel dizzy. Is Belzebuth starting to covet my position? I can’t let that happen. The true sub here is me. How dare he, a supposed dom…

Noticing my strange expression, Bel hastily added,

“Anyway, the goal is to let me experience what it means to be loved.”

…When did the goal become so malleable?

“I’m ready. I’ll accept whatever you ask of me.”

“Like breaking my ankle?”

“S-Since it’s my training, technically, you should be the one breaking my ankle.”

Bel’s voice trembled a bit. Sadly, he was right.

“Having my ankle broken would be a first… It will hurt… I can’t understand how this could be love. But if it’s you, you could teach me.”

Should I really go ahead and do it?

I abruptly stood up and kicked Bel’s shin.

“Ack—”

It felt like kicking a rock. My ankle would break before his. That’s the reason why I always needed a baseball bat when I’d hit this demon king.

Forget it. I never intended to break it anyway. Today, I will make him do something else.

The second intense masterclass.

“Bel. Let’s start.”

“!”

“Take off your gloves.”

This ‘class’ begins now.

The dark-haired male protagonist looked down at his hands, not understanding my intent, and sulked.

“You’re going to hit my palm? It’ll leave lines.”

“I’m not going to hit you. Take off your gloves.”

“…Alright.”

Bel looked at me with suspicion, then obediently started pulling off one of his gloves with his teeth.

By the way, in our world, gloves must always be removed like this. Any other method is physically impossible. This must be the very purpose of gloves. Anyway, these half-gloves do nothing to protect the hands, they’re just meant to look sexy.

Bel neatly folded the removed black glove and put it in his front pocket. Looking up at him, I commanded as one would to a pet dog.

“Hand.”

But such insults don’t work well on Belzebuth. He bowed gracefully and elegantly, then politely took my hand. At a glance, it seemed as if he was requesting a dance to the sound of a storm in the background.