Byul_Byre

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?

Trapped In A Novel As The Breeding Mate For Four Powerful Alphas

So, the healing process was rather... tough.

From time to time, I would feel feverish, my body burning up and my back hurting a lot. I'd break out in cold sweat and could only grip the sheets right as I grit my teeth and endure what I was going through, as well as the treatment done on my back.

It was due to my condition and I was sure I could deal with it... Even if it did sometimes drive me to tears.

Compared to the torture I experienced in my past life, this was nothing. I could deal with it.

And with time, my back finally started healing.

My back got itchy often during the healing process, but I couldn't even scratch it. They said it was a sign that I was healing properly but it was just so damn irritating.

Just imagine having an itch you couldn't scratch. It was horrifying.

Anyway, that was the least of my worries.

I felt proud of myself