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?

When I got the message, I considered ignoring it.


"4th Floor Study Lounge. 4:30. French Tutoring. Don't be late." He sent a little pink heart along with it.


There was no name, but I didn't need one to know who the little tyrant that was trying to force me into French tutoring was.


Only one person in this cursed school thought it appropriate to send a pink heart after ruining someone's social anonymity.


I just wanted to rest, for Christ's sake.


But I guess I can't run away forever. I'd best have to cooperate.


I decided to go to the venue, not because I wanted to, and not because I was scared either.


I went because it was easier than avoiding him and creating more trouble for myself. If I skipped, he'd only escalate it based on his character. He'd probably show up at my next class in a beret, speaking in a French accent and demanding all sorts of things. And since the teachers can't control them, I was at his mercy.


Chapter 267 - I remember I never agreed to this