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

Min-Cheol probably worried that he was the main reason why I had inflicted wounds on my palms and burned out my muscle fibers trying to hit Mu-Kyung.

But it wasn't like he would've been able to refuse if he knew what I was planning to use it for.

They would've never imagined that I would go an extreme mile while using the bat.

They, after all, had no idea the extent of my hatred.

They only saw my surface where I always acted like I was alright and glad that I had been bought, took my words lightly when I talked about how I struggled and tried to overlook the past, focusing on the present where I portrayed myself to be someone 'healed' and had gotten over it all but...

They overlooked the pain I might've been experiencing deep down in my heart.

They overlooked the trauma. They overlooked the nightmares.

I wanted to prevent them from ending up like me