Trapped In A Novel As The Breeding Mate For Four Powerful Alphas

I ate a little at lunch. Lost my appetite a bit due to the sudden realization that I might be a pervert, welp.

It was rather unusual for me to eat so little so the maids looked at me, skeptical.

I just glossed over that I was in the mood for junk food, so they prepared my instant Ramyeon and a few snacks to go with it.

I couldn't say no to that, haha.

I was quite occupied filling in the blank pages with my dreamy encounter. But as much as it felt good to fill the pages, it also made me quite... You know, hard.

I squirmed my feet and toes, pressing my thoughts together and pursing my lips as the more words I wrote filled me with even more intense desire.

I never pictured myself as the lustful type but after this, I just might have to rethink the level of my sexual urges.

'I can't stop writing.' I thought.

The joints of my fingers hurt from writing so hard and long but I couldn't stop. I mean, the ideas just kept flowing out of my head.

It wasn't the initial dream that filled the pages, but also the secret fantasies that were welling up in my heart. Ones that I had never even thought about in the past.

They were wild. So wild that I couldn't even believe that those were my desires.

If someone asked me about it in the past, I'd give them the side eye and maybe hit them with a baseball bat. I wasn't that wild.

But here I was, writing down the same things I had come to fear.

Was it too much? Was this just a gut feeling, but not actually having the desire to want to try it out?

Like, you know how someone might think BDSM looks nice and perfect for their sexual life from afar, but once it's time to try it, they understand the severity of it and just want to back out.

That was how I looked at my situation but I'd never know until I was 'this' close to getting there.

"Ngh," I moaned, my hand frantically stroking my hard dick. I had put it off for a while and just wanted to get done with my writing first, but I was oozing all over the place, leaking precum even if I didn't want to.

It was embarrassing.

I might not be able to perceive or feel my Pheromones, but something told me that at that moment, I was releasing quite a lot, given I was so turned on.

Why though? Why was I feeling like my entire body was on fire? There was this unquenched thirst bothering me in my throat, and a need to actually satiate that thirst.

I needed something. Something strong and pleasant. Something cold to calm my hotness.

Anything.

"You're just a slut at this point," Seo-Jun's voice whispered in my ear and I shut my eyes, gritting my teeth as I finally reached the point of climax.

My body trembled.

Why?

I wondered.

I hadn't done anything to deserve this, had I?

I was confused.

There was a piece of the puzzle I was definitely missing. An important piece but why can't I get it? Why won't it come to mind?

It's evading me so much, as if it plans to take me by surprise and ruin me. It...

I cried as tears slowly rolled down my cheeks, falling on the back of my palm with light pattering sounds like raindrops.

I was a mess.

I needed someone to talk to about this.

I just... I just had to figure out what was wrong with me and then I'd fix it. I'd definitely fix it. There was nothing I couldn't fix.

I slept off soon enough after crying my eyes out, carelessly leaving the book I was writing on my table.

Fate had a way it worked, you know. Something always leads to something.

The moment I woke up, I found myself alone in the room and noticed I had broken out in cold sweat.

I panted. I had a wet dream again, that's for sure. And my underwear was a mess.

I shoved my fingers through my hair, frustrated.

"I don't want to live like this." I muttered to myself and then went to the bathroom to take care of my underwear.

I would rather the maids mistake me for bed wetting than know that I had gotten yet another wet dream.

I washed my underwear on my own but as I did so, I paused and then sighed.

"What's going on with me?" I wondered and then looked at myself in the mirror. "Why can't I figure this out?"

I was usually good at figuring these things out so why?

I didn't even think to relate this incident to anything that happened in the novel because I believed this was my own personal issue and nothing related to the novel.

I messed up there, definitely.

"Have I been exposed to their Pheromones so much that I've become such a mess?" I wondered. "How can I have a wet dream every single time I close my eyes to sleep?"

I turned on the tap and washed it.

In any case, this was definitely not normal. I should probably contact my doctor. Cha Hyun-woo should know what's going on, right?

But still, it's embarrassing to tell him that I'm having wet dreams with my masters. I mean, it would be awkward.

He recently indirectly confessed, you know.

"Maybe I'm just the one thinking too much about it." I said to myself.

In any case, I needed help.

I walked out of the bathroom and then saw the book I was writing on the table. I paused for a moment, staring at the book.

Something didn't seem quite right.

I know I carelessly left the book on the table but... I was sure I didn't leave it open.

Why was it open then?

Did... Did someone come in to read it?