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?

So, everyone probably knows why Ki-hoon chose that manner where my back didn't touch any part of his body and he could hold me steady by holding on to my thighs while I clutched his neck, resting my head on his shoulder like a baby bear and a papa bear.


I was sure I didn't weigh a thing and I confirmed it when Ki-hoon walked without any issues as though I were nothing but an empty school bag in front of him.


One would compare my weight to a feather and now I was being compared to an empty school bag. How dare...? Wait, I'm the only one doing the comparison here.


So, didn't that mean I was the one insulting myself?


"Do you feel uncomfortable?" Ki-hoon asked and I could feel the vibration of his voice through his chest and his neck.


"No, Hyung." I answered. "Rather, I feel so comfortable that I don't even want to come down."


Ops, I unintentionally spilled out my true feelings.


Chapter 168 - How... did your glass fall?