Am I Allowed to Kill the Male Lead? - Chapter 39

Chapter 39

Translator: Yonnee

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If he’s going to remain standing to take off his pants, he must lean forward, naturally lifting and emphasizing his buttocks. The diligent male lead really chose a more embarrassing posture, showing off his pert buttocks hidden by black boxer briefs.

In Devil’s Vivace, Belzebuth’s underwear had never been mentioned even once, but he always insisted on such mundane and classic briefs. The author believed that any decorations on a man’s underwear was emasculating.

The devil’s tail, resembling a lion’s, made futile efforts to cover his buttocks. Belzebuth, obviously about to faint from embarrassment, would always absurdly get angry at me in such moments.

“Is this really the training all male leads go through before coming into the world!?”

“I know the other male leads aren’t like you.”

“That’s too harsh to say.”

I scanned the demon king’s physique, annoyed that he’s making something so trivial into something so serious. His legs seemed bare and awkward. The healthy skin tone of his long, well-muscled legs looked stronger than erotic, and his masculine beauty was emphasized. His pointed ears and the bold lines of his neck were flushed.

“There’s not a single part of my body that isn’t embarrassing. Stop looking.”

He seems to have a habit of getting angry whenever he’s embarrassed.

“I don’t really know the situation in other novels. Maybe male leads as deficient as you undergo training belatedly.”

“So, I ended up like this because I’m lacking?”

“Yes.”

“Hiing. Whatever you say, I’m going to cry this time.”

Threateningly, Belzebuth choked up. We still had the greatest challenge of the strip show left —the underwear—yet Belzebuth was demanding a carrot instead of a whip.

But as I said earlier, today’s carrots have already been distributed. I have no intention of making any further compromises.

“Take it off.”

“You talk as if the only useful parts of me are my face and body.”

“Isn’t that the case?”

Belzebuth finally burst into tears and took off his underwear, dropping tears like jewels on the carpet and revealing his most valuable asset to me.

A nearly weapon-grade object sprang out.

It always surprises me how barbarically it’s shaped.

His tail, the only part of his body that could be considered cute, quickly twisted into his thighs in an attempt to cover his genitals, albeit futilely. The tail wasn’t thick enough for the task, rendering the effort pointless and only highlighting the erotic area even more.

The Demon King of Fire, not wearing a single thread, covered himself awkwardly in front of me.

I was inwardly flustered by the full view of his nakedness. I’m not used to seeing a man’s nudity either. The author never really undressed Belzebuth, so scanning him up and down like this was a first for me.

“Are you satisfied now?”

Belzebuth quickly wiped away his tears with his wrist and grumbled softly.

“You’ve taken only what you wanted to see from me, so you must be very satisfied.”

His tone was sarcastic, but it had little effect as a dry statement of fact.

I looked up at him intently, drawing on my cigarette. Having stripped him bare, I hadn’t expected my gaze to fall on his face, which I see every day, rather than the parts of him that are rarely exposed in the ‘main story’.

Why was his face still more emphasized when I’d gone through all the trouble of undressing him?

“At ease.”

“!”

He’s covering himself too much.

“You’re not even human.”

Again, a dry statement of fact. We are not human.

Struggling and covering his member, Belzebuth looked disoriented and moved his hands behind his back with military discipline.

Even when it was hidden, its presence was significant, but now it was exposed to the air.

Though he was standing, it looked like Belzebuth was on the brink of fainting, and his tail thrashed noisily before tightly winding around his thighs.

Why was he so embarrassed when I had already seen everything before?

“It’s true that there was never a proper opportunity to observe the body of a male lead.”

I blew smoke towards his significant size.

“Hiic, don’t insult me.”

Belzebuth was angry. However, despite his words, his lower body reacted just to my gaze.

The author never required me to perform oral sex, but the male lead was always ready for action. The large flesh in front of me swelled threateningly. This hot, pulsing column of flesh seemed to emit a lewd scent like pheromones.

No matter how much he pretended to be good, he’s an erotic novel character after all. How naughty. And I flicked the cigarette ash.

“Ahh, ugh…!”

Belzebuth staggered back. The Lord of Fire, of all creatures, found the ash too hot, causing his abs to sharply define. I expected that, but I didn’t anticipate water droplets falling from above.

Belzebuth still couldn’t stop crying.

“My body isn’t an ashtray.”

He couldn’t wipe his tears because his hands were clasped behind his back. Instead, he just soaked his red cheeks with tears, resenting me. His broad shoulders, slim waist, and pelvis filled with muscles didn’t match his expression at all. Even by Chapter 64, I hadn’t gotten used to such expressions from Belzebuth.

“Don’t stare so much.”

“Aren’t you enjoying being naked?”

“What nonsense… That’s impossible, isn’t it!”

I tapped his semi-erect penis with my finger. It comically flinched, causing Belzebuth to stagger back a few steps. As he moved away, his magnificent nudity came fully into view.

The man who suits black clothes best looked surprisingly fitting and erotic, stripped of everything. The cruel and terrible demon who torments ‘Yoo Eunha’ every night stands in such a pitiable state.

“Give me a detailed impression.”

“Hiic… I feel like I’m burning with shame. How can you enjoy this? I thought love could bridge the deep gap between us…”

“You thought that…?”

“Even in this state, I’m the male lead of a romance novel. What’s so strange about thinking like that?”

He should be aware that his assigned role is that of a #PatheticallyLovableML. I ignored his romantic thoughts and commanded.

“Now, touch yourself.”