Am I Allowed to Kill the Male Lead? - Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Translator: Yonnee

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「 Hah, you mean that insignificant angel? You’ve got quite the gall to mention another man’s name in my presence. 」

Nice. He took the bait.

One eyebrow wriggled, too.

「 Yes! Another man! Pluck out any other man from anywhere in the world, and I guarantee, he’d be better than the likes of you. 」

So, come on, be a little angrier.

「 Yoo Eunha… You must have a death wish. 」

This time again, he answered well.

「 You’re the absolute worst. Lord Micheal doesn’t even raise such disgusting monsters like you do. 」

This was a signal for him to just move on to the next scene after the whipping—that scene with tentacle torment.

「 …… 」

He could not answer.

Well, that’s understandable. However, Bel stopped the threats as though he froze in place. If you can’t even use your whip properly, just summon those tentacles, why don’t you?

I looked into Bel’s eyes and conveyed a silent message.

You’re the male lead. Do your role properly.

Bel’s red pupils trembled wildly. He seemed even more nervous now compared to when he had the whip in hand. Turning away from the readers, he took a deep, shaky breath.

It’s not too late now, my dear. Let’s go back to our hardcore obscenity.

「 You truly wish to test my patience, don’t you? Fine. 」

As Beelzebuth beckoned, a tentacle monster was summoned from a portal that appeared on the floor. Yoo Eunha’s pale face became even paler.

Of course, this was only on the outside.

Inwardly, she was letting out a squeal of joy.

And…

「 …… 」

Bel closed his eyes tightly.

A sense of foreboding washed over me.

No way. Is it not enough for you to omit the whipping scene…?

「 You seemed frightened of monsters. Very well, let me clean that up for you. All the things that fill you with dread, all the things that aghast you. I shall give in and listen to your ridiculous demands this one time. 」

Snapping his fingers, Beelzebuth conjured a black hellfire, which soon coiled around the tentacle monster. Its tentacles writhed as they quickly turned into ashes and eventually disappeared.

In the end, even the tentacle scene got skipped.

Beelzebuth— No, Bel turned to Eunha and spoke.

「 Now, are you satisfied? 」

Then… darkness.

—TO BE CONTINUED—

You must now understand what exactly I’m having trouble with.

And, you must have surmised that this wasn’t the first time we’re doing this. Currently, we’re at chapter 63, but if you divide them into volumes, we’re currently at the second volume.

Right about now, it’s time for the plot to develop deeper, for the characters to grow—like adults who had graduated from the rebelliousness of puberty.

In other words, it’s no longer excusable for someone to refuse to play out the scene and do something as ridiculous as that.

As for the comments…

Fortunately, none of the readers noticed anything strange. They were all about looking forward to the next chapter, or about cursing out the male lead.

It was a close call, but it’s still salvageable.

And, the method of correcting this behavior was—

“Head. Down.”

—like this.

Bel drove his head down like a hammer to the ground faster than the speed of light.

* * *

How should this be phrased, I wonder. We’re like actors without any human rights, or maybe washed-out characters who failed everything before. Perhaps with free will or no free will, perhaps alive yet not alive.

It was a very liminal and unusual position to have, something that could be said to exist in concepts, theories, abstractions or fiction.

As ‘Yoo Eunha’, I live as the devil’s plaything while harboring the pain of a broken heart. But at the same time, I was the ill-tempered ‘me’ who was responsible for keeping this novel together.

And with Beelzebuth, he’s the evil demon king who rules over all of devildom. Yet, at the same time, he was that guy who persistently doesn’t listen to me because of his late bout of puberty.

Thus, it became possible for the supreme monarch of fire to bash his head onto the bedroom floor in apology, cold sweat trickling down.

“Bel.”

Despite wearing the beautiful military regalia of the demon king, he was down to the floor, carrying his weight only on his head and the tips of his feet. His body was curved in the air as both hands were clasped behind his back.

Indeed, the male lead’s motor nerves and physique were so perfect that there was no need to scold him on proper posture. He was already doing it well enough, and he wasn’t even trembling out of exhaustion.

Instead, it was when I had called his name that he would tremble ever so delicately.

In particular, it was his magnificent tail that would quiver.

“Keep your tail upright.”

The black and smooth tail went up his back without hesitation.

This harsh act was one of the scenes that had disappeared from history, vanishing from the cognition of the ‘outside world’.

As far as I know, this was a physical punishment that often happened in the military schools of the distant past, but probably, it wouldn’t be found anywhere now.

I wasn’t very sure. About it. After all, I’m a character in a novel, so there’s no way for me to know what the ‘outside world’ was like. Nevertheless, there was no need for me to know. ‘Devil’s Vivace’ was our own world.

In this world that the author had created, the mentality, tastes and values of the olden times remained intact. Thanks to this, I could give Bel corporeal punishment.

“How dare you not act depraved?”

Right then, I hit Bel’s backside hard with a baseball bat. His tail stiffened and trembled as if the pain he felt was considerable. There was still a barrier between his backside and the bat though—his pants.

One of his good characteristics was that, no matter how much I’d hit him, he wouldn’t ever die from it.

I swung the bat over and over again, one after another.

“Who was it that went out of character as he pleased, hm?”

“I-It hurts.”

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