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 page it was opened on was the last page I had written on. So, I wondered if I had really left it open or if someone had come into my room.


If someone did, and they read it then I was in trouble. Serious trouble.


It had to be one of my masters because the maids wouldn't dare touch my things so carelessly.


But among my masters, I was uncertain that any had returned. Wait, if there was even one of them, I could just assume they were the one that read it, right?


But what if no one read it and I had actually just left it open without realizing it?


I'd be bringing unwanted attention to the book and causing even more trouble for myself.


Is there no way to know who came in here?


I was thinking about this when my eyes caught the surveillance camera mounted on my ceiling.


Ah, I never thought I'd thank the efforts of my masters trying to watch my every move.


Chapter 224 - Then, can you play the footage that's watching my door?