One day after Ha Hee-Jeong took Yoonie, she returned with the unruly tail in hand, and Yoonie’s demeanor had completely transformed.0

“I’m sorry, Master. I was extremely disrespectful yesterday.”0

For a moment, I thought I was seeing things. I slowly closed my eyes and reopened them. Yoonie remained in the same posture, head bowed low.0

I turned to Ha Hee-Jeong. “What’s going on? Why is she acting like this?”0

Ha Hee-Jeong smiled serenely. “I told you I’d discipline her properly.”0

Unbelievable.0

Just last night at the restaurant, Yoonie had made her disdain for men abundantly clear. Even with so-called “training,” how could she change this dramatically overnight?0

Floating at my side, Yoonie’s expression held not a trace of resistance or discontent. No matter how much I thought about it, I couldn’t make sense of the situation.0

Seeming to take my silence as dismissal, Yoonie bowed even lower in midair. “Master, I sincerely apologize. Please forgive my insolence and set aside your anger.”0

“Uh, no. First of all, stop calling me ‘Master.’ It’s cringeworthy. Just call me Su-Hyeok.”0

“Yes, Su-Hyeok.”0

Still struggling to comprehend what I was experiencing, I glanced at Ha Hee-Jeong once more.0

There likely wasn’t a climber whose senses were as strong as mine, and Ha Hee-Jeong’s room was...0