“Hahaha, how about it, Satan? If you’re really so capable, come fly up here and face me!”
With his sharp tongue and devil-may-care attitude, Pamok—a tiny but handsome Thai angel no bigger than a Chihuahua—loves bullying hell-dwellers indiscriminately, regardless of their religion.

Little did he expect that one day, his good fortune would suddenly run out…

“What’s that? Calling me, are you?”

The big, rough European devil, who’d been the target of Pamok’s teasing for days, suddenly appears at his heavenly window.

“You’ve been talking about me all this time… do you like me that much?”

Glancing at the devil’s arms—each as big as Pamok’s entire head—the only thought flashing through his mind was: If I say no, this huge European demon will gore me to death for sure.

Well, damn… I’m so screwed now.

Complaining about the boss on a burner account,
and yet—some stranger kept liking every single post.
I mean, how’s a guy not supposed to lose it
when the person handing out work like a drill sergeant
is also stupidly, unfairly hot?

Then one day—bam!
Caught red-handed, mid-rant about said boss.
Yeah… this was it. Career over, right?

Wrong.

Instead of getting fired,
he got told to pack his bags—
and move in with him!?

“You said I finish too fast?”
“Uh… Boss, I—”
“You said anyone who dates me deserves pity?”
“Boss, I didn’t mean—”
“Then don’t forget to pity yourself in advance… sweetheart.”
“!!!”

All Akin ever wanted was to win the lottery.
He didn’t mean to win Patrick, his boss’s heart!