"Ms. Yeri, since everything is up to your taste, I'll leave it to you," the director said warmly.

"Yes, thank you, Director," she replied, watching as he took his leave.

She then scanned the spacious hall, letting out a small laugh. "I can't believe I only asked to use their gym for training and they gave me an entire hall all to myself."

She sounded genuinely amused. Even she hadn't realized she had this much pull within the school.

"They must really hold you in high regard," Yohan remarked casually.

She shifted her gaze to him. "Yohan, you never told me why you needed a place like this. Does this have something to do with you acting as an assistant for a professor?"

"Yes, actually," Yohan admitted without hesitation. "I needed somewhere to practice my dance moves. Professor Kim is also teaching me while I work for her."

"So it's Professor Kim from the dance department…" Her eyes widened slightly, and her hand flew to her mouth in surprise. "How did you end up working with that woman?"

"You know her?" Yohan asked, startled.

"Of course I do. I was in her class for a while. Back then, we used to call her the final boss because of how difficult she made her class. A lot of us even had to give up,"

"Wow" Yohan was surprised to hear that it was that bad. "I didn't know she was really that stern,"

Yeri scoffed, "You should wait until it's time for practical tests and exams, just remembering it right now is giving me goosebumps. How are you managing to survive around her cold aura?"

"She's not that cold to me," he replied.

'In fact, she's actually pretty warm when you put your dick inside of her' Yohan grinned inside.

"Well, good for you. You must have really impressed her for her to be giving you special treatment."

Yohan chuckled at the thought. "I guess…"

Just then, his phone began to ring.

"Speak of the devil," he muttered under his breath as he glanced at the screen and saw her name flashing.

"I need to get back," he said.

"But aren't we going to do the massage? Isn't that why you told me to come all the way to this school?" Yeri asked.

"No, I actually called you here to give you this."

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small vial filled with a clear liquid, barely tinted with a faint violet hue.

"What is this?" Yeri asked, studying it with curiosity.

"It's something I made myself. It'll help repair your muscles far faster than a massage ever could. Just take a small portion every day until it's finished."

She continued to stare at the vial. "And then what?" she asked quietly.

"And then you should be healed, I suppose," he replied.

She lifted her eyes to him, doubt written plainly across her face. Over the past few months, she had visited countless doctors—every single one of them telling her the same thing, there was no drug in existence that could heal her condition.

Yohan's massage therapy had been the only thing that ever truly worked for her—but now, for the first time, she wasn't so sure about this.

"Yohan—"

"Yeri, just trust me," he cut in, already anticipating what she was about to say.

She hesitated, fingers curling slowly around the vial. After a moment, she nodded. "Okay."

Yohan was the only one who had ever been able to help her. It would be foolish to start doubting him now… wouldn't it?

"So we'll catch up when everything is done. I really have to go now."

He lifted a hand in a quick wave before turning and rushing off.

The liquid he had given her was derived from the original mythic potion he himself had once consumed—but this version was far more diluted.

He had increased the water ratio significantly, making it far less concentrated than when he used it to heal his arm, or the dose he took after his first meeting with Jenna.

That reduction would undeniably weaken its healing effect, which was exactly what he wanted. The last thing he needed was another unpredictable effect.

He still hadn't tested it on anyone else before now. There was no way of knowing how the potion would behave inside Yeri's body.

All he could do was hope that lowering the concentration and spreading the dosage over several days would be enough to prevent any complications.

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When he arrived back at the dance department, Professor Kim was already gathering her things, preparing to leave her office.

"Yohan, what happened to you?" she asked with clear concern. "I heard you were taken to the school hospital."

"Yeah, but it wasn't anything serious," he replied.

She frowned. "You shouldn't take risks like that. Stay here and rest for the remainder of the day. I only have one class left—I can handle it on my own."

"Okay," he sighed. Truthfully, he didn't feel like going to class either.

"Good." She opened the door, then hesitated and glanced back at him, her voice softer and unsteady.

"D-don't leave until I come back…" A faint flush crept across her face, her thoughts betraying her before she could stop them.

"We have somethings to talk about," she added quickly, then shut the door behind her.

As she walked toward her class, the images continued to replay in her mind. What had begun as a simple escape from the troubles in her marriage had quietly grown into something far more dangerous. After replaying and reimagining that heated night with Yohan all day, it became all she could think about.

'I should finish this class and head back quickly…' she thought, unconsciously quickening her pace.

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Back in the office, Yohan passed the time restlessly, moving from one corner of the room to the other as he surveyed the quiet space.

Eventually, thirst drove him outside to grab a drink of water.

That was when he saw them.

Freddie was leaving the building—with Cassie beside him.

"What the hell…" Yohan muttered as a bolt of alarm shot through him. He immediately broke into a run after them, but before he could catch up, they climbed into Freddie's car.

The engine roared to life.

And just like that, they were gone.

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