Trapped In A Novel As The Breeding Mate For Four Powerful Alphas Chapter 342: D-daddy, that’s... that’s a sensitive spot

"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."

I paused for a mont. This... This was better than I thought.

He didn’t insist I call him Daddy any further and was going to settle for being called Hyung.

I’ll have two Hyungs now, haha.

But at this rate, I’ll have to call Seo-Jun Hyung as well, since he’s the eldest, and he probably wouldn’t want our relationship to feel any less close than the rest.

Or maybe he might just keep it at his na.

I an, among the people he knew, and suddenly my other three masters, I was the only one who called him by his real na.

So, it might an a lot to him.

Anyway, back to Jin-Yeok.

I stroked his hair a bit more and he lted in my gentle touch.

"If that’s what you want then I’ll do that... Hyung." I said and thought his eyes widened for a bit, as if stunned, they quickly fell in a softer tone as he closed his eyes, nodding.

"I knew it." He said but didn’t say anything more. Didn’t explain what ’I knew it’ ant or how he felt about calling him that.

But sothing told he was so proud of it that he knew it would fit our relationship so well.

"Still..." He drew closer and rested his forehead on my shoulder, nudging like an animal and then his lips touched my neck.

I flinched and tightened my legs together.

What the...? This guy... What was he trying to do right now?

His hand landed on my thigh, sliding to the line my closed thighs created, as if trying to pry them open, and I winced.

This guy... Was he trying to turn on or what?

"Won’t you call Daddy just this once?" He whispered directly into my ear, which made delirious for a mont.

Yeah, what could go so wrong in calling him that for just once?

He said once, right?

But what if once becos twice and twice becos...

"Jo-Pil," he called, nibbling on my earlobe. "I’m waiting."

Like I said, this man was sin itself.

How could he tempt so much with just words and small actions?

I gulped, unable to resist his temptation any longer.

My eyes twirled, and without any further thought, I opened my lips.

"D-Daddy, that’s... That’s a sensitive spot." I blurted out even more unnecessary things and this riled Jin-Yeok up even further.

He gripped my thigh hard and then pressed his lips deeper against my neck, kissing hard and trailing down.

It felt like he was going to try to undress just so he could get more skin.

He... He was unbelievable.

This man...

"W-wait," I tried to stop him but he was just too way into his head to stop.

"Say it one more ti, Jo-Pil."

Hah, I knew it. Nothing gets done around here when you give in to desire.

"Daddy," I said, without hesitating, and his hand slid into my coat and touched my chest through my waistcoat, but he frowned.

Too much clothing.

He wished he could just rip them off.

"D-Daddy," I continued, without even being asked. "Please stop now. If you keep going like that, I... Ack," he bit my neck.

Wasn’t he the one who liked biting? I an, they all liked biting but... What gives?

"One more ti, Jo-Pil," he said, his voice gruff and hoaxed like soone trying desperately to suppress their heat. "Call Daddy one more ti and I’ll let you go."

How sure am I that he’ll keep his promise?

It was ’Daddy’ that brought this ss in the first place. Would it really fit the ss in the end?

"D-Daddy, can you stop now?" I asked, and then he paused, looked up at my face, and saw my teary eyes.

Hm, why did my eyes even get teary? That’s sothing I usually wonder.

Is it because his teasing and constant nibbling were good? Probably. Because I did not feel uncomfortable no matter what he did and I wasn’t scared either.

Not even when I was directly facing the goodness lights spewing in from the banquet hall and the laughter, as well as the soft orchestra, was so vividly heard from all the way here.

I didn’t fret for any of that.

But what I did fret about was the fact that I would get hard and we might have to rub dicks there at the balcony.

How immature that would make us.

Jin-Yeok let go of and took two steps back, turning away as if hiding sothing while I panted softly, trying to catch my breath.

He placed his hand on his face, palming it as he blad himself for doing sothing so reckless and then I asked out of nowhere,

"Are you hard?"

There’s only one reason why he’d turn around for so long after all that. He was probably trying to calm his erection.

"You’re right, Jo-Pil. I’m hard. And so are you."

"Well, it’s your fault," I said, pouting.

"Yes, Jo-Pil, it’s my fault." He laughed softly and turned to .

My eyes instinctively went down to look at his pants but I didn’t see the bulge.

He was able to calm his down so fast. Wow, I wish I had such a talent.

"Want to help you with that?" He asked and I flinched.

I imdiately raised my hand, giving a blank expression as I rejected him.

"No thanks."

The least I wanted to do was walk out of there with weaker knees than I already had.

He laughed.

"Well, you were right, Jo-Pil." He said as he began to help adjust my coat and everything he had made a ss of. "It is dangerous for you to call Daddy all the ti so... Let’s only do that when we’re..." He leaned closer and whispered, "...like this." He kissed my cheek and then smiled at . "It’ll really help the atmosphere."

Yeah, right. I blushed. It would definitely help the atmosphere more than I want.

He placed his hands on my waist and then dropped down on my feet.

"Then, shall we head back into the hall?"