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?

Okay, so there's one topic that's been on my mind for quite some time now.


What was the author thinking? I mean, I know Omegas are meant to be feminine, but why the hell did I have to be 170 cm tall, no, short? I was definitely short, and the rest were over 193? 


I mean, sure, Min-Cheol was 182, but he's got a great build, and he's still growing too. Who knows how much taller he'll be in a year or two? He would definitely get taller but it doesn't look like I'm gonna grow at all in this damn body.


They say a person stops growing at the age of 25. Sigh, I guess this is it for me. Unless a miracle happens, I don't think I'll ever grow muscles on my chest or at least increase one to two centimeters in height. I'm done for.


But I could at least wear shoes with high soles to fool others' eyes, hehe. That makes me feel a whole lot better, though it still feels unfair.


Chapter 153 - Hyung, did you get hurt?