“Huff! Huff!”

Dan-tto ran as hard as she could.

After all, Go Muyeol—her self-proclaimed master—had ordered her to run ten laps around the yard.

Just moments ago, she had been happily strolling with a chocolate bar in hand, but now she was paying the price for it with forced labor.

Still, thanks to her time surviving in the rough Namdong Industrial Complex, her stamina was top-notch.

Running laps like this was honestly nothing to her.

“Look at that form~! You think you’re getting another chocolate bar running like that~?”

Muyeol lounged comfortably, openly watching her struggle.

He even had his …