Am I Allowed to Kill the Male Lead? - Chapter 34

Chapter 34

Translator: Yonnee

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After a light struggle, Bel agreed to undress himself.

“Huuh, hiic…”

“Don’t cry. Stand up.”

I kicked the male lead, who was curled up and crying out loud. Even while crying, he wrapped one bare hand around himself to cover it, showing just how far we have to go. This guy doesn’t seem to understand how much trouble he’s caused me every time he proudly displays his manhood in bed.

Bel sobbed and babbled nonsense.

“Your hobby is too extreme. The training intensity is too high.”

“Then you should have done better earlier.”

A master embarrassed? Such a being doesn’t exist in the world because a master must maintain their dignity. In Devil’s Vivace, Belzebuth won’t ever end up naked, but being so damn shy about taking off just a single glove is going to be a problem.

Overcome your shame, my partner. Get completely undressed.

However, Bel buried his face in his fur sleeve and shook his head.

“No. I don’t want to play the role of the male lead anymore.”

Even the back of his head was handsome, which was ridiculous. Crying when a male lead should not—sobbing miserably in a corner all without looking ugly at all anyway. He was a man who could create a cool atmosphere just with his aura, even without knowing how to break an ankle.

But as the female lead, I couldn’t say it’s fine for the devil of fire to cry so pathetically. I have a duty to fix Bel’s spirit and prevent the world’s destruction.

I sighed and rubbed Bel’s shoulder.

Let’s try to console him.

“If you’re really embarrassed, shall we undress together?”

Bel abruptly stopped crying and sneakily raised his head. Our eyes met, his like water-soaked rubies.

“…Are you suggesting we abandon civilization?”

How the hell did he arrive at that?

“Just undress and you’ll feel liberated and good. You won’t be able to go back to wearing clothes again.”

“That’s exactly what abandoning civilization means. I don’t want to become like you.”

“Wanna die?”

I smacked his broad back, but the only thing that got hurt was my hand.

Bel wiped his tears with his fur sleeve.

“I’m sorry. You undress so freely anywhere… Yet, even experiencing just a tiny fraction of what you go through, I find it so difficult and painful. I can’t believe I’ve been doing such awful things to you, I will reflect on my actions.”

“What’s there to reflect on? Stop going against the masterclass’s purpose. I’ve told you it’s not hard or painful. It’s enjoyable. I want you to feel this pleasure too.”

“Given you’ve never made a particularly good suggestion to me, it sounds sarcastic. Are you trying to get back at me for all the humiliations in the ‘main part’?”

“It wasn’t humiliation…?”

My fist started to tremble. We couldn’t seem to bridge the gap in our values. Bel glanced at me with a slightly resentful look, then stood up petulantly and wiped his eyes again with the hand that still had the glove on. He then spoke solemnly.

“I understand your intention. It might be difficult for me to become a heathen like you, but I will try to overcome as much shame as necessary for a male lead.”

His statement was lengthy. But when Bel calmly removed his remaining glove, I simply sat down on the sofa without saying much. Under the surprisingly bright chandelier, Bel calmly took off his flamboyant coat and hung it politely on a coat hanger. His neat and elegant movements seemed devoid of any vulgar intent.

Yet, his tail was stiff with tension. It was clear he was nervous, though his face didn’t show it. He had braced himself.

Bel, with his splendid lower half, allowed me to coerce him into shameless acts as if it were a weapon. I adopted the posture of a spectator, comfortably sinking into the sofa and crossing my legs. I even took out a cigarette. As I inhaled, the demon king reached forward with his hand elegantly, lighting the cigarette. He had good manners.

Belzebuth stood a step away from me and declared solemnly,

“I’ll start.”

The scene we were referencing was Chapter 34 of Devil’s Vivace. The scene where ‘Yoo Eunha’ trembles with shame as she strips herself of all clothes in front of ‘Belzebuth,’ leaving only her high heels. It was a cruel command from ‘Belzebuth’ to ‘Yoo Eunha,’ who continuously refused to become his slave, to grasp the situation.

And indeed, although Bel’s gaze was quite shaky while filming that scene, he didn’t cause any mishaps.

It’s just whenever he had to strip something off that he always made a fuss.

Even now, he hesitated to touch the ornate buttons of his coat jacket.

“Now, you…”

It’s unlikely he’s trying to buy time with unnecessary words. My partner was too straightforward for such shallow tactics. He must really have something to say, so I patiently waited.

“Have you ever felt a lewd gaze while acting in the ‘main part’?”

“Ah, that.”

Referring to the sticky gaze of readers scanning from head to toe. I understood instantly. I also guessed what Bel wanted to say.

“Indeed, the gaze would be more on you than on me.”

“Especially when I’m undressed… all the readers focus on my, that, specific… part. It’s too hard.”

Bel wrapped his face with both hands and sighed softly. I imagined hundreds of gazes floating in the air, all staring at Bel’s manhood. Indeed, the male lead’s lower half was the alpha and omega of our novel, its most precious treasure, so it’s not strange that everyone’s focus was on it.