Trapped In A Novel As The Breeding Mate For Four Powerful Alphas Chapter 341: Jo-Pil, I don’t mean any harm

My heart wouldn’t stop thumping, like it was going to explode.

This man... He had no idea what he was doing to , did he?

Or maybe he did, and that was what drove him to more excitent.

He loved seeing crumble in his arms, fold up, and shy away. He loved to torture silently with simple words, just to get these reactions out of .

"What do you say?" He asked but I shook my head.

"I... I can’t." I said, winching in embarrassnt. "It’s too much for . It... It’ll..."

"Will it turn you on, Jo-Pil?" He asked and I flinched.

Don’t say things that will turn on even more, you idiot master.

"Does calling daddy make it seem like you’re giving in to your little naughty desire even when I’m the one requesting it?"

"Yes!" I boldly answered. "Yes, it will. And I don’t want... I don’t want to get used to such a thrill. It... It’ll..." It’ll ruin before I even know it. I was sure of it.

Pleasure at this level definitely cos with a price.

"Then, do you want to call you sothing else in between to make us even?" He asked but my face stead even more.

That wasn’t helping.

"That’s not the point, master. I..." I pursed my lips, unable to say more.

My heart was still thumping incredibly and my stomach was spiralling, as if there was sothing inside. Butterflies? No, this felt more than just butterflies.

"Co here." He said and turned around, placing to sit on top of the slab.

I didn’t look back or look down cause I was scared of heights but Jin-Yeok made sure to keep his hand around my waist while my grip on his coat hardened.

Even if I knew I wouldn’t fall... Even if I knew he wouldn’t push down or let go... I was still scared. We were on the third story after all.

And this far replaced the flushed and embarrassed thumping in my heart. It was mild, but enough to take my mind off my situation completely.

"How’s this?" Jin-Yeok asked and I opened my eyes. He was smiling at . "Do you feel at ease now?"

Ah, my heart... It was no longer chaotic. And I didn’t even think of the height anymore.

"I didn’t want to make you panic," Jin-Yeok said. "But maybe I was being a bit too forceful and rushed cause there was sothing I wanted from you."

"Did you think pressuring would work?" I asked and to my surprise, he chuckled and said,

"Yes. I thought that that would work out well, since you don’t do so well under pressure and your resolve breaks temporarily."

Oh my, I’ve been caught. This man has seen through completely.

He knows a little coaxing can make him get what he wants from , and when I can’t think clearly, I tend to just give in to the situation if there are no negative effects.

Wow.

I swiped my hand over the side of my hair, my eyes rolling away in disbelief.

To think I had beco such a simple character to read.

"Jo-Pil, I don’t an any harm." He said and I sighed.

Of course you don’t. You’re just senile. Ahem.

"I know but... It’s dangerous." I an, literally. That’s practically asking for trouble.

Jin-Yeok kissed my hand and then brushed it with his thumb.

Unlike him, I wasn’t wearing any gloves. So, he brushed my hand. He brushed it gently, stared at it, and looked in the eye.

My heart began to thump again, but not in a state of ergency. It just felt so warm and relaxed from his gaze and tenderness.

He was adorable, my master. If he pouted, he would be even more adorable.

"Jo-Pil," he mumbled, his eyes softening and his smile radiating that he didn’t even need to pout to look even more adorable.

Oh no. What was that line I read in a book again?

Ah, yes, it said. If you manage to find sothing this adorable, then... You’re probably screwed.

I leaned over and kissed his lips. Lightly, I brushed my lips against his and waited for his response.

He did the sa, not deepening the kiss and not rushing it either.

And when I had had my fill of teasing his lips, I deepened the kiss a bit more. Enough to press my lips hard into his, moan for a second, and then pull away, blushing at the softness of it all.

Yes, I was definitely screwed.

"Jo-Pil," Jin-Yeok called, gently interlocking out fingers. "Do you really not want to call Daddy?"

Again with that?"

"Does it have to be that?" I asked.

"Well, you can do it when it’s just you and ." He said. "That’ll make really happy."

And then when we’re with the others? Am I supposed to call him Master again? But I’m not confident I won’t slip up and call him Daddy by accident.

And besides, it’ll feel a bit weird if I call him Daddy all the ti. Like I’m his kid or sothing.

It’ll feel even better if we do it when... You know... When we’re having sex.

My face flushed a bit. What to do? Do I have to propose this to him?

"I really want you to call by an affectionate na. You call one Hyung and another Little Min. I get jealous when you call those two." He suddenly brought this up and I blinked.

Ah, was that what this was all about?

It left speechless but I couldn’t say I didn’t expect this. It’s not like Jin-Yeok had a na fetish or anything like that.

He just... felt left out.

I simply let out a light sigh and patted Jin-Yeok’s head, smiling.

"How are you all so alike in this aspect?" I asked and to which Jin-Yeok responded while rubbing his cheek against my hand like a cat wishing to be stroked further,

"I’d say it’s because we’re all fond of you." He said. "Since you’re troubled with calling Daddy and I don’t want you to call master all the ti, which makes us seem to have an entrained relationship, why don’t you call Hyung as well?" He smiled. "I would really like that, Jo-Pil."