Jo-Pil, ahem, I mean, I was just a simple sales manager who was more than satisfied with my way of living, thank you very much.

But my simple way of living came crashing down like the heavy materials I was counting on my night shift, crushed me and my simple life, and then landed me in a novel I had read back when I was still a Freshman at university.

And to make it all worse, it just happened to be the kind of novel that readers would wish to get into and crack the skull of the various sadistic love interests as well as the stubborn main character who just didn't know when to sit still.

Ugh.

But what was even worse than that was the fact that I, Jo-Pil, had become the freaking main character. Yeah, you got that right. I was the poor, hopeless Omega whose role in the novel was to be a weak, helpless, yet stubborn guy who was sold for his huge debt, bought by four powerful Alphas in order to become a breeding machine.

They might as well make me their baby mama while they were at it, don't you think?

But there was no way I was going to live up to that role. Seriously, why resist being showered with the luxury of life and getting hurt when I could just give them a little neck massage, say a few sweet words to compliment them, and then lie on my back with sun shades on and juice in hand, relaxing for the rest of my life?

Maybe it's not as easy as it sounds but I could make it work. I was sure I could.

With four powerful Alphas ruling the country at my mercy, I could do anything.

But... Were they really at my mercy, though?

I mean, I was the one whose huge debt got paid off, right?

Welp, maybe I was getting a little over my head. What to do?

The next morning when I woke up wearing one of Ki-hoon's shirts and a pair of my own briefs, I noticed that it wasn't just my back that was throbbing. 


For some reason, my palms were reddened and a bit swollen. Why though?


Anyway, the morning was a rather awkward one. Set aside my aching back and aching palms, I could not bring myself to look Ki-hoon in the face because each time, I remembered myself telling him,


'It feels so good, Hyung. Do it faster.'


I never asked for him to go faster, so these kinds of imaginary thoughts were giving me a headache.


'Guess I don't have to worry about my trauma for a while.'


Instead of being haunted by the trauma from the past, I was going to be haunted by the incident from last night.


Ki-hoon glanced at me as I wriggled on the bed and then a smile played on his lips.


'Cute.' Was what he thought before looking away.


Chapter 179 - I'll do whatever Jo-Pil wants