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?

My life in the other world wasn't a work of art, ink and paper, pages that were flipped, and a public display for others to see either.


My life was just as it was. 'My' life and it belonged to me alone because I was the only one living in it.


An endless circle with me patting my head, patting my shoulder, patting my back, and telling myself I did well after a full day.


Sitting in my bed, in the library, on a bench in the park, reading novels to my heart's content... Living like I was the only one who existed in my world when I had my free time.


When I went to work, I was diligent. When I came back, I was diligent.


I was the boy who had cried over the death of my grandfather, and I was also the guy who smiled and giggled in my bed because of a novel with characters that didn't even exist.


Anyway, I would rather say that I made that story up than call all of that a novel.


"You made it up?" Seo-Jun asked and I nodded, my smile growing.


Chapter 365 - You didn't think I would believe you?