Trapped In A Novel As The Breeding Mate For Four Powerful Alphas Chapter 331: Master, I don’t appreciate my feelings being te

"They say a person’s feelings can be asured by the height of their jealousy. And in this case, your jealousy was through the roof, enough for you to get angry, get hurt, and even curse out."

Jin-Yeok concluded and clenched his fists, and while that seed like sothing an insecure master like him would do, it didn’t make feel better.

He wanted to asure my feelings?

And this seed to be the best way? Getting jealous?

Did that mastermind brain of his, that he used to run his Mafia organization, not think of a safer and better way? Seriously?

Just thinking of it made furious.

He could’ve just asked, you know.

Maybe I wouldn’t have been completely honest, but that was way better than making feel like a shitty side piece in a shitty shit show.

(That’s a lot of shit.)

And then, I began to stand up, his eyes following my movents as I rose, and then I asked sothing completely unexpected.

"Master, can I hit you this once?" I asked, and he looked up at , surprised.

"What?"

But before he could give a response, I swung my fist and punched him as hard as I could across his handso face.

I honestly never thought a day like this could co, but here it is.

"Sorry, I couldn’t wait for your response," I said, rubbing my knuckle. "But what do you know? I feel much better now."

"In that case," he smiled through his bruised face and broken lip. "It’s a relief."

My masters all have so sort of sick loose screw in their heads, it seems.

He didn’t even try to hit back. He was fine with whatever I did, as long as it made feel better.

"Master, I don’t appreciate my feelings being tested," I said to him. "And thinking of how you put up an act all for that, I... I..." My head was pounding, and my knuckle was throbbing. Did I go too far?

I an, I did feel better after hitting him and letting it out, but it was only montarily. I feel so awful right now.

I raised my head and glanced at the trainer, knitting my brows together in dismay.

Why did he have to go so far? He literally played with my feelings.

Trainer Min’s gaze darted between the two of us, and for the first ti since this whole ordeal began, she actually looked uncomfortable.

Good. She should.

Because right now, I wasn’t just angry at Jin-Yeok, I was angry at her for playing along with this sort of act.

I was humiliated.

How much did he offer her to do this?

Or maybe he didn’t even need to pay her because being in his arms was already a dream co true.

Then... Was it fun?

Seeing as they both made a fool out of together? Was it amusing?

I wiped the sweat and tears from my face with the back of my arm as my body began trembling all over.

My chest felt tight, my throat parched and cracked from all that shouting, and yet he just knelt there with that bruised lip like he wanted to do it again.

As if I were the master and he was the servant to be punished.

Was this what he was playing at?

Christ! I shoved my fingers through my hair, getting even more confused and frustrated. I couldn’t even figure Jin-Yeok out anymore.

Where was the end of this?

"Jo-Pil..." His voice was soft and tentative, and I looked down at him. The vulnerable state he was showing , and in front of an outsider, no less.

For the first ti, he did not care about his image enough to act like everything was fine.

I guess this was so sort of impact I had on him.

If he chose to save his image rather than apologize for his wrongdoing, just because there was soone watching, then... That only shows how little he thinks of .

And that all that warmth, that softness, that glow... All of it was just an "in the mont" sort of thing and was never ant to last.

’For so reason,’ I thought, rubbing my cheek with the back of my palm and dragging my skin more than I should, ’I feel relieved.’

Just like Jin-Yeok, I was always curious to what extent my masters liked , but at so point, I decided to just be content with what I had. Not content, content, but I wouldn’t probe anymore and instead would dwell in their endless affection without questioning it.

But today, after Jin-Yeok did this, after he knelt with no hesitation and let hit him with no complaint, I ca to a realization that his feelings ran deeper than the sea and stretched longer than the Nile.

He would even throw away his image just for .

Now... That says sothing.

Knowing this should satisfy . But still... That nasty and awful gnawing at my heart was so damn persistent.

"Don’t say my na like that," I muttered, turning my head away to avoid looking at his pathetic state. "Just... Don’t make it seem like it’s about right now."

His jaw clenched to my hearing. Were his molars okay?

Jin-Yeok went back to being silent, his eyes fixed on . But despite the sudden determination in his eyes, he didn’t defend himself. Didn’t make a single excuse and just knelt there.

That silence almost hurt more than any words could.

Trainer Min cleared her throat, breaking the thick air.

"Perhaps... I should give you two so space," she said, planning to tiptoe out of the gym, but I imdiately cut her off before she made a move.

"You don’t think you can leave after joining hands to create this ss, do you?" I snapped, my eyebrows furrowing in distrust.

Her lips parted in surprise, and her gaze shifted down at Jin-Yeok.

Was she waiting for orders?

Jin-Yeok exhaled slowly and went ahead with the introduction.

"Jo-Pil, this is Cha Eun-Ji."

I blinked, confused. "...And?" Wait, why’s there no Min in her na? Is that a fake too?

Jin-Yeok hesitated, but only briefly, before saying the words that made my stomach drop.

"She’s an actress. I hired her for this stunt."

The room tilted. At least, that’s how it felt like to . Or maybe my jellied body was the only thing that shifted because... What?!

Trainer Min, now going by Eun-Ji, gave a sheepish smile, scratching the back of her neck. The serious, professional trainer façade lted off her face imdiately, replaced by sothing brighter, looser, undeniably more real.

"Hiya," she said with a smile and a little wave, which I thought was definitely not appropriate for the current situation.

Can’t she read the room?

"My na is Cha Eun-Ji and, as he said, I’m an actress." Even the ti of her voice had changed. "And also, yeah... I’m not a trainer."

Then, did she even know what she was doing when she asked to do multiple squats? Was all that just to break during the act?!

I almost went mad with my thoughts when she added,

"And yeah, I do work out frequently in the gym, so all those were real. Don’t think I was just doing all that to break you or sothing."

I narrowed my eyes.

Gosh, is she a mind reader as well?