To Yun-Seong's despair, Sophitia removed her sandal, leaving a road-worn foot. Having walked for so long, Sophitia's feet had been sweating quite a bit, and the smell was noticeable to the tiny fighter. She put her foot down in front of Yun-Seong once more, "Okay pet, to start your training, you will smell my feet." Yun-Seong looked up, dreading it, "Do I have a choice?" She only shook her head, "Nope! So get smelling!"
Yun-Seong spent a good thirty minutes smelling the feet of the Greek giantess. It was rancid, they reeked like she hadn't washed them in days; she probably hadn't. "How's it down there? Stinky enough for you? I'm sure you'll make a fine house-pet; I'll even introduce you to my son and daughter, Patroklos and Pyrrha. Maybe even Cassandra could use you to worship her feet." Yun-Seong couldn't believe that in the prime of his life, he was being enslaved to a woman's family as a foot servant. "You can't do this! This is sick and wrong!" Sophitia laughed, "And who'll stop me? You? Ha!" For once in his life, Yun-Seong wished Seong-Mina was there.
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