Am I Allowed to Kill the Male Lead? - Chapter 37

Chapter 37

Translator: Yonnee

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“You’re… a weirdo and a fool.”

I softened my words a bit, but essentially, this is what I think. I didn’t want to lie to reassure Belzebuth. As the tormented female protagonist, it’s Belzebuth’s job to appease me, not the other way around. It’s a law of nature.

Unexpectedly, Belzebuth seemed noticeably relieved.

“I see.”

He suddenly smiled. Why’s he doing that?

“You seem to love me more than I thought. I knew you were awkward with expressing affection, but this is a bit surprising.”

He even blushed and became shy. My answer must have been very satisfying to him.

“What are you talking about? I just said you’re a fool.”

“That means you love me.”

“……”

Oh, come to think of it, Belzebuth’s right. Saying ‘I love you’ and calling someone foolish are synonyms. That’s the grammar of romance…!

I had forgotten this basic and fundamental fact, far from my role as the female lead. I reflected deeply on myself. Although our novel was an erotic one, it pretended to have a romance aspect just for the sake of appearance.

This slip of the tongue… or whatever it was, made Bel happy, so he swung his tail around and rubbed the carpet with his toes.

“But Eunha, do I have to take off my shoes too?”

“Hmm…”

Sometimes shoes or socks are not removed depending on the situation, but since it’s our first striptease, let’s follow the standard procedure.

“Take everything off.”

“Do you love me so much that you want to know everything about me?”

Why was he smiling now?

“I don’t know about love, but we need to understand each other, right?”

“Alright, fine.”

Belzebuth replied as if he was beyond saving. Annoying. What was he misunderstanding?

But it seems like my somewhat love-like feeling was greatly helping him overcome his shyness.

Bel dragged a chair over and sat down with a thump, nonchalantly showing his chest as he bent over to take off his boots.

As he bent down, his large pectorals revealed a new angle, emphasizing a deep chest cleavage. I was shocked to face a scene I never thought a man could produce. I had thought that men couldn’t possibly have something like a chest valley.

His bulging forearms and the prominent curve below, with the man’s nipples poking out, were inexplicably pink. My mind halted for a moment. Pink was supposed to be a color reserved only for me, wasn’t it? Did the author betray me?

And I’m also large. As a female lead, I take pride in my body. But seeing the male lead’s reality, it wasn’t that the author gave only me a perfect body, but rather, the author just liked big chests.

“You… the size…”

“!”

Bel quickly covered his chest with one arm. But I had already seen it. The violently wide pectorals and the adorably protruding pink nipples.

“What are you doing, looking at a man’s chest?”

“Exactly…”

Really, exactly.

“It’s you anyway. You don’t have any use for looking, so why cover it?”

“It’s not me who’s attributing strange meanings to my chest. Originally, I’m a man who’s even embarrassed by showing my bare hands, so it makes sense to cover this much. As always, you lack even a bit of sympathy.”

Why was he miffed now?

“It’s taking you forever just to undress. How are we going to stop the apocalypse at this rate?”

“We have time. Essentially, there’s no time limit while we’re doing this ‘training’. You’re the one who said the apocalypse gets postponed as long as we’re doing something meaningful.”

I glanced out the window. Even the storm seemed to have calmed down, as if it too was watching Belzebuth’s chest… Annoying, but the male lead is right.

Belzebuth conceded first.

“No, I… I’m sorry for getting angry. It was because I was embarrassed. I’m in the middle of training to overcome embarrassment… it’s disgraceful.”

“Then put your arm down.”

“But isn’t a bit of shyness a virtue when doing a striptease?”

“……”

He’s making too many annoyingly valid points today.

“Fine, do as you like.”

“Hmph.”

The Lord of Fire huffed petulantly and continued what he was doing, slightly covering his upper body as he took off his military boots.

The novel doesn’t need to create images, so the author freely adorned him with complex and flashy clothes that were impractical. Our male lead wore military boots that were long and tightened above the thighs, designed with aesthetics in mind, based on the author’s vague concept of game costumes. These thigh-high boots, designed solely for their aesthetic appeal, actually take about five minutes to take off.

Even a chair is necessary. They must be taken off like stockings.

Belzebuth hesitantly looked around, then sneakily lifted one leg and grabbed the end of a boot. The same special physical laws applied here as with taking off gloves. One must lift their leg in a sensual manner to take them off.

There is no other way to take off these shoes. We are erotic novel characters living in an erotic novel world. Taking off clothes in a plain and boring manner is absolutely impossible.

I hadn’t noticed when I was taking off my own stockings in this manner, but it’s structured to draw the gaze to the groin.

“……”

The agile demon king seemed to notice where my gaze was going as he held his boot and tightly closed his eyes. His face turned red in an instant, embarrassingly so. He’s so handsome, yet he keeps making these foolish and dumb expressions, making it impossible to take Belzebuth seriously.

The place countless readers’ gazes have swept over. The bulging silhouette hidden under black trousers is not pure. The space between the male lead’s legs has already been defiled. In many ways.