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?

I ate a little at lunch. Lost my appetite a bit due to the sudden realization that I might be a pervert, welp.


It was rather unusual for me to eat so little so the maids looked at me, skeptical.


I just glossed over that I was in the mood for junk food, so they prepared my instant Ramyeon and a few snacks to go with it.


I was quite occupied filling in the blank pages with my dreamy encounter. But as much as it felt good to fill the pages, it also made me quite... You know, hard.


I squirmed my feet and toes, pressing my thoughts together and pursing my lips as the more words I wrote filled me with even more intense desire.


I never pictured myself as the lustful type but after this, I just might have to rethink the level of my sexual urges.


The joints of my fingers hurt from writing so hard and long but I couldn't stop. I mean, the ideas just kept flowing out of my head.


Chapter 223 - You're just a slut at this point