Trapped In A Novel As The Breeding Mate For Four Powerful Alphas-Chapter 107: I just hate that man’s guts, that’s all

I’m not a calculative mastermind. And I can’t say I’m the brightest of minds either, but when it comes to my survival, I have to use every muscle and cell in my frail body to come up with a solution.

I... Have to survive no matter what, and I would do anything to ensure that. Anything that doesn’t involve selling my body, that is.

"So, tell me, what was so diabolic about me that you attacked your master?" He asked, and I bowed my head.

I clutched my knife tightly, biting my lips as I acted out a rather pitiful sight.

"Jo-Pil?" Jin-Yeok, who noticed my trembling fists, placed his hand on my back to comfort me. "Are you okay?"

I snapped out of it and raised my head, looking at him as he stared at me worriedly.

I smiled faintly, my eyes curving slightly, and said,

"Yes, I’m fine." I said, but Seo-Jun couldn’t help but detest the show of affection in front of him.

It probably made him sick knowing they were treating me as their equal and putting my interests above his.

His expressions could not lie.

"When I saw Master Sun walk in..." Blegh, it sounds so distasteful on my tongue. I just have no choice but to call him that. "...I don’t know why, but he gave off the same vibe as ’that’ Alpha from three years ago." I said, and their eyes widened. "I know it’s ridiculous and that it could never be him because he’s dead, but I was reminded so vividly about what he tried to do, and so I thought he was someone who came here to..." I rolled my eyes away guiltily and then back at him in a suggestive manner. "...take me."

"Huh?" Seo-Jun, who did not know the full details of that incident, looked at me confused while the others looked at me sympathetically.

"That’s why I rushed towards him and decided to take him out before he could get his hands on me. I didn’t want something like that to happen to me again, and in front of my masters too. I was scared, and my body acted out first."

"Hyung," Min-Cheol held my hand and said with a concerned tone. "I had no idea you were still so trapped."

No, I’m not trapped. I’m already healed. I just hate this man’s guts, that’s all.

"It’s understandable why Seo-Jun gave off that vibe to you. I should’ve thought of this first and warned you before you met him." Ki-hoon said and sighed. "Sorry, Jo-Pil. I was insensitive."

No, no, how would you ever connect the dots? Don’t blame yourself.

"It makes sense now." Jin-Yeok said. "Jo-Pil acted in self-defense because he felt his own well-being was being threatened."

Seo-Jun glanced from one to another, utterly confused and in disbelief. They kept spewing nonsense.

If I were a bystander, I’d think the same way because it was completely unreasonable, but since it was all for my sake, it was completely reasonable to me. This was my win.

"What nonsense are you bullshiting about?" He yelled, and my eyes fell once again. Could he not do without raising his damn voice? "It makes sense? Self defense? What the hell?! Explain to me in a way I’ll understand because this makes zero sense to me."

That’s because you’re a moron.

I wished I could say that out loud, but I was in soft mode right now, so let’s not attract attention with rude words.

"You’re right, master Sun. It doesn’t make sense, and I committed a vile act against you." I said. Now, take my apology and just shut up. "I perceived you as someone wicked before even getting to know you. The vibe you give is indeed strange, but you aren’t at all wicked, so I’ll apologize."

"And how do you know I’m not wicked?" He asked, and my expression twisted slightly, but it was so little that they did not notice it.

Ugh, he just wants me to flatter him, doesn’t he?

Well, if he insists.

"If you wanted to make me suffer as an unreadably wicked person in the moment I attacked you, you would’ve released your Pheromones to suppress me, but you didn’t. So, as much as I hate and loathe the vibe around you since it reminds me of my traumatic experience, I have to admit that you’re not entirely a bad man. You’re my master, after all." I cunningly and boldly stated.

If he got angry with what I said, then he could try to attack me. I think it would be better if he did so, I would have a reason to openly hate him.

So, go on and attack me.

You might be one of my masters, but you’re different compared to them.

After meeting my masters, I thanked them for taking me out of my debt and giving me a new and worry-free life. I told them what they wanted to hear and acted like a good and grateful slave.

I told them I would do whatever they wanted, even if it would compromise my own interests and relapse my fears. Hell, I didn’t even have the right to have interests or think about my fears since I belonged to them, but I gave them my word. Whatever my masters liked was what I would like. And whatever they hated was what I would hate... That was what I declared when I thanked all of them individually.

Though it was just a show to gain their sympathy, I was serious when I said I would do whatever they wanted because I was so confident that after winning them over, they would never try to hurt me. Not intentionally, at least.

They were characters that were redeemable and had attitudes I could work with.

That was why I offered my everything, as well as continuously made it known to them that I considered myself a slave until they wiped away that motion with their continuous assurance.

It was a fair trade, and seeing the results now, I was glad I took the risk.

But the same could not be said or done to this man.

I would never use the same method I used to win the others on him because he would definitely take it. He would take what I offered, remind me that my body belonged to him, and treat me as the breeder I was bought to be.

He was a difficult character to handle, and so I acted out first. I stood my ground so he would know I was not easy to handle.

I would not let him do whatever he wanted with me. I just cannot allow it.

I can’t thank him either because that would only elate his ego and feed his sense of ownership.

He should just think of the money he spent to get me as a fundraiser for the less privileged.

"So, you’re saying I’m not a bad guy, huh?" Seo-Jun spoke up, and I looked at him. "But I’m certain you saw me as a bad guy the moment you threw that weak ass fist at me."

I bowed my head, seeming to reflect on my actions, but I just couldn’t wait to be done with him.