I was born with a silver spoon in my mouth, right in the middle of a mob family. But when I lost consciousness and woke up, I wasn’t the boss, nor the successor—I was a mere housekeeper. To make matters worse, I was the timid, introverted extra whose role was to die in place of the female lead. At first, I just worked silently to survive, but it turns out the housekeeping life suits my aptitude better than I thought. But then, the male leads, who used to shudder with disgust at the original owner, started sticking to me, begging me to do this and that…. I started dealing with them the way I’d play with young nephews… but strangely, they keep taking their clothes off in front of me and showing off their muscles. Yeah. I guess since you’re the male leads of an R-19 novel, your bodies are killer. But guys. The female lead is over there? Why are you stripping in front of me? You’ll catch a cold. A push-and-pull love story between an indifferent housekeeper and the three gangster brothers—where only the housekeeper is clueless about what’s going on.