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?

What did I do in my last life to deserve this?


'I should go wait for the next class somewhere.' I thought and turned around, only to meet the gaze of the strict French teacher with two strands of curly air serving as his mustache and eagle-type glasses.


"Where are you going?" He asked, his French accent speaking for itself. "Why are you not in your seat?"


Looked like it was too late to run from this one.


Will there be anyone to trade seats with me?


I turned to the class but none of them seemed to care. I wasn't their business anyway.


It already spelled a lot, seeing how Min-Cheol's paired seat was farther away from every other seat.


It was as if he was saying, 'I don't want you low lives too close to me. So don't cross the distance.'


I don't want to get bad records with the teachers but I don't want to get involved with Min-Cheol either. What do I do?


Chapter 212 - Gosh, I'm not the teacher