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?

"You don't look fine though," Seo-Jun said, his grin spreading so wide that you could practically draw it. "What is it? See something that got you nervous?"


"Just..." I looked up at their faces, and they were grinning. I knew they were definitely doing this on purpose. "...I have weird thoughts again."


Do I have to say it? I mean, I have these thoughts and my hands were practically trembling with the urge to touch them.


"I want to touch your chest," I suddenly confessed but my words got me feeling even more embarrassed.


I don't even need to worry about what they might think of me at this point because what haven't they said about me already? 


Yes, I'm shameless, a flirt, even a pervert. But I don't care if they say it because they'll still end up giving me what I want. At the end of the day, they have an upgraded version of being shameless, a flirt, and a pervert.


Chapter 390 - You can touch me for as long as you want