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?

"U-um, master?" I called, my voice low as my eyes darted towards the side, unable to make eye contact. "Can I have another towel? Mine fell and... I can't use it."


How would he react? Would he try to tease me for it, or would he insist on opening the door wide to see for himself 'how' the towel fell?


If he tried to open the door wide, I wouldn't be able to stop him since my strength couldn't measure up to his but... I hoped he wouldn't act out. Not now, at least.


Seo-Jun looked at me. He could only see my face, and even if he peered his eyes deeper, he couldn't see the rest of my body because of how I stood on the other side and only allowed my face to be visible.


Since he couldn't see the rest of my body without having to be the one to commit the offense, he had this bored look on his face.


"Sure." He said and turned to Min-Cheol. "Hey, brat. Pass me a towel." He said and since they had heard my voice, Min-Cheol did not hesitate to bring a towel over.


Chapter 152 - With this, they won't notice anything