Making Assistant Manager Kim Mihui My Slave

I was pretty sure I had a dedicated skill for exactly this kind of situation…

I opened the window only I could see.

Check my status window.

My stamina, strength, and agility had shot up more than I'd expected — all in a single day. The brawl with those thugs on the subway that morning was probably the reason. So stats only went up when you actually used them. Intelligence must have climbed from talking Miyoung into submission with pure rhetoric. My overall stats were still so low that the individual levels were climbing fast. Once the totals got higher, grinding each one would get a lot harder.

That was all well and good, but what I really needed right now were the exclusive skills I could use on Assistant Manager Kim Mihui immediately.

Exclusive skill list — Fire Slap LV.1.

Hmm… now that was a damn fine skill. Way more useful than I'd expected. Fire Slap. Definitely worth leveling up steadily.

Next.

Exclusive skill list — Buttocks Spanking LV.1.

Buttocks Spanking hit feminist bitches harder than Fire Slap. The catch was that it only worked on ones whose weakness was their ass — a real shame. But for Assistant Manager Kim Mihui, whose weakness was exactly that, it was the perfect skill.

Close exclusive skill list.

A clear chime rang out, and the window only I could see vanished. At first I hadn't realized I could open and close the Bojichang with pure thought alone. But the more I used it, the more natural it became. Now I could open it, close it, flip through it at will — checking information took no time at all.

I shut the Bojichang and looked at Kim Mihui. She was glaring up at me, her hair still clenched in my fist.

You fucking bitch. Those eyes of hers were as vicious as a fox in heat. Looking at me like that only made me harder.

I yanked her hair upward and hauled her to her feet.

"You fucking bitch — eyes down! Unless you want to die."

"Ah!!! Aaaah! That hurts, you son of a bitch! You fucking bastard, just wait — the second I get out of here, I'll make sure you rot in a cell for the rest of your life for locking a woman in a storage room and treating her like a goddamn dog! Let go of my hair, you fucker! Hey!!!!!!"

Look at this bitch still fighting back. The nastier she got, the more fun training her became. Even a worm had to squirm a little before stomping it was satisfying. Too obedient and it just got boring, you piece of shit.

Lucky for me the supply closet was far from the Development Team and well soundproofed. Without that, this training session would have been a nightmare.

"You fucking bitch. You only play the 'I'm a woman' card when it suits you? Selfish feminist trash like you is exactly why perfectly normal Korean women get dragged through the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠mud for no reason, you piece of shit. And get your facts straight. Did I lock you in here? You locked the door yourself so you could beat the hell out of me and play schoolyard bully. What, now that you can't win with force, you're suddenly the victim? You should've sized me up properly before you started running your mouth, bitch. Put your face out. Unless you want your teeth knocked out. Remember that, you fucking bitch? Those are your words. The ones you said to me."

I dismantled every line she'd thrown at me with cold logic, and she immediately switched to playing the victim.

"You fucking bastard. So now a man is going to hit a woman? Is that what your mother taught you, you son of a bitch? Let go of me right now if you don't want to go to prison! Let go!!!!"

Haaah…

These feminist bitches never changed their script, did they? It was fine for them to hit a man, but a man couldn't hit a woman? Did they think men didn't feel pain when women hit them? Physical damage was one thing — what about the mental damage? You absolute pieces of shit. That wasn't feminism. That was the same logic white people used under the old American slave system to keep Black people down. You bitches just used laws that favored you to treat men like slaves. You fucking bitch.

I fired right back.

"Yeah, well, my mother said this: if a brainless fucking bitch like you slaps you on one cheek, don't turn the other one — pay her back tenfold. How dare a filthy piece of trash like you measure someone as wise as my mother by your own disgusting standards? You put her name in that dirty mouth of yours? You're dead today, you fucking bitch."

My palm burned and tingled hotter than usual. I wanted nothing more than to crack that bitch across the face right then and there.

"Count every time you get hit, you fucking bitch. Those are your words too. Just like my mother said — I'll pay you back exactly tenfold."

"Hey! You son of a bitch, stop it! You're not seriously going to hit me? This guy's a complete psycho!"

Kim Mihui's foxlike, seductive eyes went wide with panic and disbelief. I gripped her hair tight in my left hand and ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠raised my right.

Then I swung my open palm full force at her cheek.

CRACK!!!!

The slap rang out sharp and clean through the storage room. Kim Mihui's face snapped to the side. The mental shock seemed to hit harder than the pain itself — she clutched her cheek with her left hand and stared at me with the eyes of a startled rabbit. It was the first time since I'd joined the company that I'd ever seen the unhinged Assistant Manager Kim Mihui look genuinely stunned.

You fucking bitch. You spent your whole life tormenting other people. Nobody ever tormented you, did they? One look at your selfish behavior and the answer was obvious. Don't worry. Today I'll settle every karmic debt of everyone you've ever screwed over.

I fixed her with a sharp stare and dropped my voice into a low, cold register.

"Hey. Kim Mihui. You fucking bitch — who the hell do you think you're looking at with your eyes wide open? Eyes. Down."

She still hadn't processed that I'd actually hit her. Her mind was gone. I raised my right hand again. That finally snapped her back — she thrashed and clawed, trying to wrench free of the left hand holding her hair.

"You fucking bastard!!! You actually hit me! Let go! Let go of my hair right fucking now!!!! I'm calling ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the cops! You son of a bitchhhhh!"

"Fuck off, you piece of shit. Shut up and count. No count means it doesn't count. You know how this works, don't you, bitch? You must've done this a hundred times when you were bullying nice, innocent kids as a schoolyard thug."

I brought my raised right hand down hard across her right cheek again.

SMACK!!!!

Her small face was already swelling red.

"Still not counting?"

I raised my hand once more and struck the exact same spot with precision.

CRAAACK!!!!!

The Fire Slap skill was starting to feel sharper — the impact landed with real weight now.

"Hey. I said count. Did you, or didn't you?"

For the first time, fear flickered in Kim Mihui's eyes.

Afraid, you fucking bitch? Back in the original world, I spent every single day wondering what you'd do to me next… what insults you'd hurl at me today. I was afraid of you for a full year. Compared to everything you put me through — and everything you almost put me through — I haven't even started yet. So don't get scared just yet. Looking at me with those eyes this early ruins the whole mood.

Kim Mihui cupped her right cheek, swollen and burning red from the slaps. When she spoke, her tone had softened considerably.

"J-just stop hitting me. Okay. I get it. I understand now, so…"

So crazy bitches really did need a few good hits before their brains kicked in, huh?

But here's the thing.

"Mihui-ssi. Kim Mihui-ssi. Look at me."

She looked up at me quietly. My gentler tone had her convinced the nightmare was finally over.

"Mihui-ssi. You're a little slow, so you still don't get it, do you? When did I ever say I wanted to hear that? That's not what I want from you…"

See, Assistant Manager Kim Mihui.

We just got started.

Where do you think you're running off to already?

I grabbed ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠her hair again, shook her, and raised my right hand. Tears began to well in those big, foxlike, seductive eyes of hers.

Yes. Yes. That look. Now I was starting to like it a little.

Kim Mihui.