Am I Allowed to Kill the Male Lead? - Chapter 35

Chapter 35

Translator: Yonnee

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Somehow, I realized he received more attention than I did. I’m starting to understand why Bel is particularly bashful. Is all this trouble because of the author scrutinizing the readers who scrutinize the male lead who scrutinizes the female lead? And if I scrutinize the author, it completes a circle like Ouroboros.

But I will scrutinize the male lead instead of the author, reversing the direction of the relationship’s arrow. I’d also like to turn the author’s attire inside out if possible. Look, your creations are reversing because you left. Who asked you to stop serializing?

Moreover, Bel has the duty to endure those gazes.

“Endure it.”

“You’re always so cruel.”

Bel shot me a resentful glance for a moment before elegantly undoing the two buttons of his jacket. His hair, clothes, and even his tail, all black, exuded a certain stoic beauty as he resignedly stripped himself.

Though the clothing of a demon king is supposedly changed by his servants, according to the setting, his hands were adept at undressing himself. The short jacket, heavily adorned with gold decorations, slipped over his shoulders. Bel intended to hang the jacket he had stripped on the coat hanger as well.

“Just drop it on the floor.”

“What? Why?”

“Because that’s how stripteases are supposed to be.”

The world is full of rules that defy explanation.

Hesitating a bit, Bel followed my words and timidly dropped the jacket. The intricately designed jacket with flashy decorations fell onto the carpet with a soft thud. Though a small sound, it felt like the starting signal of some lewd act.

Even though he still had his shirt and vest on, Bel’s tail curled inwards towards his thighs from embarrassment. The smooth tip of his tail habitually tickled the back of his thighs without him realizing it. A blush started to spread across his handsome face.

“I will continue.”

Bel spoke seriously, as if there was something significant about exposing himself. If he doesn’t continue, then what?

“I’ll trust you and strip. If I overcome my embarrassment, maybe I can become a proper male lead.”

“You can do it. Once you get through this, everything else will be easier.”

I casually reassured him. It reminds me of a similar conversation we had when I was about to insert the tentacle stump in him.

We are beings that mimic humans, enduring hardships similar to humans. We thought finishing this would be the end, but a destiny awaits us, requiring similar actions for a lifetime.

Bel, usually as cool and distant as a marble statue, was uncharacteristically breaking out in cold sweat as he unbuttoned his vest. His lips, firmly bitten as if resigning himself, were undoubtedly much hotter than usual.

Originally, he was a man akin to a living sword, harboring an endless fire in his eyes, yet once the ‘main part’ would be over, he’d become nothing but a softie, hesitant and always looking for my approval to even take off his vest.

Bel held the gold button of his vest, simply breathing for a while before turning his back to show me. Whether he showed his front or back, it would be the same, but his effort was commendable.

Strictly speaking, the only bare skin he had shown so far was his face and hands, yet he’s already starting to complain.

“My layers are getting thinner… it’s making me nervous.”

“You’re getting nervous already? You haven’t even taken anything off yet.”

“No, I’ve taken off enough.”

He neatly folded his vest intending to place it somewhere but then, remembering my command belatedly, awkwardly dropped it to the floor.

Now, he was just in his dress shirt.

The demon king’s large, rough hand glided down his forearm.

“Whenever we made love in the ‘main part’, it was always in this attire.”

That’s true. The author hardly ever stripped Belzebuth, even as he was in bed. Bel bowed his head, which had warmed up considerably.

“So, essentially, this is like my underwear.”

“……”

When you think about it, he’s right.

“Keep stripping.”

“How can you be so cruel? Do you find pleasure in such acts?”

Bel, cornered, began to accuse me. I didn’t respond, just continued to puff on my cigarette. It’s true that I had decided to offer Bel a carrot instead of a whip. But Belzebuth had already eaten his carrot for today. I couldn’t indulge him any further.

Thus, Bel, receiving my scolding gaze in full, hesitated before turning his head. Then, he began to interpret the situation strangely.

“Even though I’m the only one undressing, can this ‘training’ be considered an indecent act we’re doing together?”

“Well… I suppose?”

Striptease isn’t something you do alone, right?

“I thought so…”

A pink blush spread like paint across his white nape, and sweat beads formed. Despite his broad shoulders, his back looked forlorn. Belzebuth, turned away, gripped the top button of his shirt and closed his eyes tightly. It’s surprising for me that he’s this nervous just about taking off a shirt.

But we’re not narrating the ‘main part’ now, so there should be no gaze from the readers. Is it still hard for him? Wearing a white shirt that’s gradually getting soaked with sweat from the awkward situation might be even more erotic? We’re professionals, after all, so let’s consider it from a professional’s perspective.

“It’s awkward to strip, and it’s awkward to stay dressed.”

It seems my partner had a similar thought. He unbuttoned two buttons while his shoulders were shaking as if he was about to faint. His black tail listlessly circled in front of me.

“I… Am I doing this right? Isn’t my current state too lewd? If you ask, I’ll try to make it more wholesome.”

The direction in which his efforts were going was strange.

“This is a masterclass to overcome shame. What are you talking about? We should be moving in a more shameful direction.”

“I’m already sufficiently ashamed. Exposing my collarbone like this…”