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?

"Boss gave me a job to take care of you and I plan to do just that."


Who makes the person they're meant to protect, mad to the point that they ruin their own fist cause of rage?


It seems I'm beginning to have answer issues out of nowhere. Who is influencing me this time?


"Then, you don't take your master's leftovers to bed, is that correct?" I asked and he laughed.


"Of course not." He said. "I don't want my 'talent' to be compared with someone like my boss. He's too much." He said and the interpretation came out this way in my head.


Once my boss has sex with his partner and then gets tired of them, he leaves them and never goes back to them. Knowing that, if I wanted to have sex with that same person, then I might act poorly if it were compared to my boss. My techniques will definitely be inferior to my Boss.


Chapter 292 - Are you into BDSM?