Am I Allowed to Kill the Male Lead? - Chapter 7

Chapter 7

Translator: Yonnee

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“Shouldn’t it be the one undressing who should feel embarrassed? I’m showing the, the most… shameful… part.”

He even added his own creative touch.

“I’d rather… I mean, I think it’s sexier to keep the lights off rather than… displaying it like that. It’s more realistic.”

Talking about ‘realistic’ stuff. We don’t know what reality is. That’s why we have to follow the script the author has set.

Bel couldn’t understand this simple concept and caused problems from the second chapter onwards. He could have disappointed the readers looking for some debauchery.

My blood pressure rose, and I touched my forehead. Beyond the frustrating and hazy cigarette smoke, I saw the problematic male lead, who was nervously raising his shoulders, looking at me straight.

He was probably scared that I would get angry. Nevertheless, he gathered the courage to express his opinion.

It was indeed protagonist-like to stand firm in the face of suppression. But rather than a male lead… he was being more like a female lead.

My situation, having to deal with this kind of character, was bleak.

“It’s about showing it confidently enough that it’s not embarrassing even when undressing. In other novels…”

I ran my hand through my hair with the hand holding the cigarette.

I’m tired.

“In other novels, scenes like that happen a lot. For example, the male lead casually getting an er*ction over his pants, and the female lead feeling embarrassed about it all day… It’s a romantic comedy scene.”

“It’s not really funny. It’s not a comedy, though.”

“If it’s a comedy, then it’s a comedy. You know that it’s what the author thinks.”

We shared some of the author’s knowledge. Bel knows what I know. But even so, I had to explain it out loud.

Bel continued to look disgruntled, as if he didn’t want to understand. I started pacing back and forth in the bedroom.

“Do other novel male leads undergo extensive exposure training so that they wouldn’t get embarrassed when undressing?”

Before this, Bel had handed me his coat and he remained fully dressed, buttons on his shirt all the way up, and wearing gloves—a perfectly pristine appearance. The only exposed parts were his face and the wrists slightly visible below his gloves.

It was Beelzebuth’s basic attire that hardly changed throughout the story. The author loved dressing up the female character (me) but wasn’t very fond of dressing up the male characters.

If binding the male lead tightly was the author and the readers’ preference, I could accept it. There must be some belief in not exposing his buttocks, even when unzipping his pants, but as a result, Beelzebuth had become a man who felt embarrassed just by taking off his gloves.

I gestured for him to come closer with a flick of my fingers. Bel approached me, still suspicious and cautious.

I straddled him, legs on either side of him, and leaned over him, my face above his.

I’m saying this again, but I was still just wearing only his coat. No underwear.

I spread my legs, exposing myself to Bel.

“Now, from now on, I’m going to devour what’s yours, so it wouldn’t hurt to take a good look beforehand.”

“Ahh!”

Bel screamed, not in the least like a male lead, and covered his face with both hands. His face turned bright red in an instant. My hulking man… No, not hulking anymore.

Anyway, Bel had lost his composure, facing the female lead’s private part head-on, and he twisted his body desperately, shouting.

“Don’t you have any shame!”

“Open your eyes. You should look properly at the female lead’s body that you’re supposed to serve.”

“No! I’m scared!”

“Fufu, how innocent. Now, be a good meal for me.”

“No, I don’t want to…!”

In the end, Bel pushed me away and plopped dramatically on the bedroom floor. Judging by his state, he’d probably be embarrassed about this for the whole day.

But where on earth was the perverted sadistic black-haired demon male lead who should be lusting over the female lead’s body?

I seriously want to kill him…

“!”

But then, it started.

At the same time, Bel and I both felt an alarming sense of disarray and quickly looked up at the ceiling.

Of course, we saw the ceiling of the demon-like bedroom. But beyond that, beyond the roof of the demon-like castle, beyond the sky, in the ‘ceiling’ of ‘Devil’s Vivace’, we saw characters that were used in reverse.

That place was the surface of the novel, where the author writes the characters. Perhaps it’s a monitor for the author, but for us, it’s a window.

Beelzebuth began to tremble in contemplation of the next installment.

“Why is the next chapter already out? The author wouldn’t be this diligent.”

I denied his words.

“It’s not the next chapter.”

Beelzebuth looked puzzled and read the characters carefully. Then I was horrified.

The newly written sentences in ‘Devil’s Vivace’ were as follows:

[ Series Discontinuation Notice ]

I’m sorry. There’s nothing to say even if you throw rocks at me.

This was my first novel, and I felt a lot of shortcomings because I recklessly started it without proper planningㅠ

Characters (especially Beelzebuthㅜ) didn’t move the way I intended, and it stressed me out a lot.

Moreover, life has become difficult, so I’ve decided to discontinue the series because I think it will be too hard to continue.