Chapter 2: Tea, Towel Slips, and Yin Detection at Full Blast
The apartment smelled like chamomile, fabric softener, and something... maternal.
Ms. Seo walked ahead of me, her soft house slippers whispering against the floor as she led me through the narrow corridor. The robe swayed with each step, hugging her hips like it was in a committed relationship.
I followed behind, trying to maintain eye contact with the back of her head.
Not her swaying butt.
Not the side of her thigh that peeked with every step.
Not the faint, hypnotic bounce of—
Focus, Min-jae. You’re here to cultivate—
Wait.No.That sounded wrong.
I was here to live. Rent a room. Rebuild my life. Not die again with a nosebleed and a smile on my face.
We reached the small common kitchen.
She turned to face me, brushing her hair behind one ear. Her cleavage remained fully committed to testing my willpower.