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?

Seo-Jun looked at me for a while with a somewhat surprised expression on his face and then chuckled once more. 


"Jo-Pil, did you think of this?" He asked, interlocking his fingers. "You said not to read your diary without your permission so of course, we'd follow your words," he shrugged. 


"Yes, that's my diary but this is..." I paused and looked at the book in front of me. Ah, why didn't I realize this?


"You see? If I had picked up that book and read it, it would've seemed like I tried to read your diary and then discovered it was the novel you were writing for me." He explained. "Since they have the same back cover."


In other words, he didn't even know I was writing his book, and these days, I've been writing in my diary, so there was no way he'd suddenly guess that the book in front of me was his own.


"I would've definitely been the criminal, don't you think?" 


Chapter 234 - You have no idea how damn sexy you are