Am I Allowed to Kill the Male Lead? - Chapter 38

Chapter 38

Translator: Yonnee

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“You’re staring too blatantly… No, do as you wish.”

Bel mumbled and then smoothly slipped off his boots, revealing his legs which stood out for their shapeliness. His bare feet were revealed beneath the shoes, something that would have been unlikely to be seen if not for this emergency situation, making me feel odd.

“I, I’ve taken off my shoes too.”

Observing and ticking off what’s been done.

“I just want to rest a bit.”

What’s he talking about?

“Keep going. You should be thankful I didn’t strip you down all at once like you did with ‘Yoo Eunha’.”

It’s not wrong. In Chapter 64, the clothes of ‘Yoo Eunha’ were torn off in an instant. If that’s going to happen, there’s hardly any point in wearing clothes.

“Or… should I join you?”

I offered again, but Bel looked serious.

“Eunha, are clothes bothering you?”

“Yeah.”

“As much as you feel uncomfortable wearing clothes, I feel uncomfortable taking them off. It makes sense for you to keep wearing them if we’re both going to be uncomfortable. Just as you’re making me into the male lead, I also want to make you into a human being in my own way.”

“…Are you saying I’m not a human now?”

“More like a beast.”

Bel nodded as if he convinced himself with his explanation. Of course, I wasn’t convinced. Being the protagonist and commandeering the plot of this shaky novel requires a certain level of rationality and experience. I’ve worked hard to help the author straighten out the genre of the novel.

I didn’t expect to be betrayed like this.

Thinking about it makes me bitter. I sighed.

“Just continue.”

“Normally, you would have already picked up a whip by now… you’re holding back a lot today. Is this also your way of expressing affection?”

“Think whatever you want.”

Bel seemed to really take that to heart.

Swinging his tail and using his left heel and right toe as a pivot, he elegantly turned around and stood up. I have to admit, his every move exudes grace and poise.

“I don’t know what you’re thinking, but I like that you’re leading me. I think I’m naturally inclined to prefer being commanded.”

“Is that something a male lead should say?”

“But it’s the truth anyway.”

The male lead’s veined hand moved down to his belt. Bel hesitated.

“Which way should I face to take off my pants…?”

Unlike gloves or thigh-high boots, there’s no particular way to undress pants. However, there’s a strict order that shirts must be taken off right before pants, so now the pants must come off. Bel said awkwardly.

“It’s strange to face forward while undressing, and strange to face backward too.”

“As I said before, since this is a practice to overcome embarrassment, you should face the direction that makes you more embarrassed.”

“It’s agonizing. The reality you speak of is always cruel.”

“What can we do… Our world is completely depraved.”

Bel was distressed.

“Understood.”

He was silent for a moment, thinking, dressed in nothing but his pants, like a statue.

Handsome.

I slightly deviated from the original lascivious purpose of the strip show, admiring him as one would a still life or a piece of art.

His body is ‘literally’ the work of God. A living testament to art, drawing the eye and captivating the heart. But the owner of this body was likely fervently calculating which was more precious and valuable, his manhood or his behind.

It’s a good thing he still looked handsome while thinking about such nonsense. It’s okay to focus on his appearance right now then. From the high bridge of his nose to the strong pectorals and the artistically narrowing waist, the lines exuded aesthetics.

It’s natural to be drawn to such a perfectly male lead-like figure. Yet Bel couldn’t handle my gaze, flinching and trying to cover himself with his arms before finally turning around.

“Turning around to undress seems better.”

“That’s because you’re more embarrassed that way, right?”

“…Either way is embarrassing. And eventually, I’ll have to be inspected by you whether I face front or back.”

His mischievous tail trembled anxiously in front of me. Bel took a deep breath, exhaled shakily, and wiped his eyes with his shirt sleeve. It seems he might cry.

“Give me a moment to prepare…”

“Undress now.”

I poked his flat but firm buttocks. Bel jolted.

“Don’t touch…! No, alright. But please refrain from violence. It’s embarrassing to say this myself, but I’m a decent student. If you could be a little bit better of a teacher, I’m confident I can follow well.”

Meaning, don’t push him to the edge.

I always think my partner talks too much. Muttering to himself, Bel turned his upper body and started unbuttoning near his tail. The light and elegant motion of cinching his waist highlighted his figure anew, exuding sensuality.

Bel then undid his belt and flung it to the floor like a bad-tempered male lead. That belt had been used to hit me a couple of times, so looking at it brings back fond memories. Following that, he unbuttoned the top button near his tail and the front buttons.