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?

It was bold of me. Very bold of me to mention the drugs, but I couldn't stay quiet and do nothing about it.


Even if we get to minimize his cravings for blood and killing, if he continued taking those drugs, then it would eventually make him go crazy, and so many people, including the innocent, AKA me, would die.


I don't care how I was going to do it, but I would make up some sort of explanation to get him to stop taking those drugs.


But first, I'd have to make up an excuse as to how I knew he was taking drugs.


"There are signs of you taking drugs, master. And it's causing the sparkle in your eyes to go dim." I said. It was the truth. "I like your eyes so much, master," I said with a soft tone and a soft expression. "So much that I got so angry that there was something that wanted to destroy the sparkles in your eyes. Did I act out of place?"


Chapter 95 - ...there are more ways to get a cure besides drugs