After the series of slaps, Goddess Zyraena finally gave up. She was now kneeling in front of Seojun, her pride and resistance broken.
Seojun sat on the sofa, casually sipping tea. Next to him was a potion he took earlier, meant for hypnosis. Zyraena watched in shock as Seojun showed no signs of being affected by the potion. Her face was red and swollen from the slaps, and her hair was a tangled mess.
As Seojun looked at her, Zyraena bowed her head in submission. "What were we talking about earlier?" he asked calmly, with no hint of emotion.
Zyraena, still trembling and scared, replied, "M-master, may I ask you something before we continue?"
Seojun's expression remained unchanged. "What is it?"
"Master, m-may I ask why the potion had no effect on you?" she stammered. "It was made by the gods, and even they can't resist its effects."
