Making Assistant Manager Kim Mihui a Slave (2)

Crack!!!!!!

Another fiery slap cracked clean across Assistant Manager Kim Mihui's left cheek.

She dropped her head and covered her face with both hands.

"Kim Mihui. You gonna keep ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠refusing to count? Lift your head!"

I forced her chin up, and tears were streaming down that sultry face of hers. Strangely enough, I didn't feel a shred of pity — only pure satisfaction. If I started feeling sorry for her here, that wouldn't make me kind or compassionate. It would just mean I was soft and stupid. I couldn't afford to play the fool. If this weren't a gender-reversed world stacked in men's favor, the one getting beaten even worse right now would have been me.

"Kim Mihui. Are you defying me right now, or what? Why aren't you counting?!"

I raised my hand again and slammed another satisfying slap across her left cheek.

Smaack!!!!!

The sound was crisp and perfect. That was the fifth hit of the fiery slap combo, and the itchy, burning sensation in my palm finally faded, my hand returning to normal. Mihui sniffled in a tiny voice.

"O-one........ hhk..."

At last, Assistant Manager Kim Mihui started counting through her tears.

You fucking bitch. Finally getting the picture?

You picked the wrong person to mess with today.

The thought that I was slowly rehabilitating this garbage-personality whore filled me with a deep, private thrill. So this was why the trainers in those games kept breaking trash-personality bitches. This exact feeling.

I'd slapped her face about as much as it needed. Time for something more entertaining.

But first, I needed to shatter her mind so thoroughly that she wouldn't dare resist again.

"On your knees, Mihui. Unless you want to get slapped like a fucking dog all over again."

She looked up at me with terrified eyes and slowly sank to her knees. This crazy bitch who only ever thought ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠about herself and played the schoolyard bully was starting to obey every word I said. Like I thought — a slap is the perfect medicine for a psycho bitch.

"Alright. I'm about to show you something. Watch carefully. Got it? If you zone out and start thinking about something else, the slapping starts again. Understood, Mihui?"

She nodded instead of answering.

"Mihui? Where do you get off nodding your head like some mannerless mutt when your Master is talking to you? Want me to start the education over from the beginning?"

She shook her head frantically and rushed out the words.

"I-I understand. I'm sorry. hhk..."

Right now, in Kim Mihui's head, I must have looked like a complete lunatic who'd lost his mind. How else would anyone lock a woman in a storage room and train her like a dog? The second she got out of here safely, she'd be running straight to the cops to throw me in a cell — that was all she was thinking. She was only enduring this because she had no idea what this crazy Yu Sihyun might do to her next. The moment she walked free, this psycho bitch's true nature would come roaring back.

But here's the thing, Kim Mihui. That's just you jerking off to a fantasy. Let me show you the actual reality of this gender-reversed Republic of Korea. Watch closely.

I pulled up the educational video I'd prepared in advance — a special curriculum reserved for insolent feminists — and hit play on my phone. I'd spent last night carefully editing news clips and YouTuber footage into this little package. To train her properly, I first needed Kim Mihui to fully understand just how hopeless her situation really was.

I tapped the triangular play button, and the video started rolling.

Kim Mihui stared at me with vacant eyes. Her expression said she had absolutely no idea why I was showing her this.

"Mihui. I told you to focus. Don't look at me — look at the video. The video!"

At my bark, she turned back to the screen, her hands trembling. She was already completely under my control. That arrogant attitude she'd started with was nowhere to be found.

The video continued.

The screen cut to the exterior of the KTMR building. Then a sexy woman who looked to be in her late thirties, wearing designer sunglasses, appeared on camera. Head to toe, she was draped in luxury brands.

Under the reporters' merciless barrage, KTMR CEO Seo Euna fled the scene in a hurry, vanishing into the courthouse under the escort of her bodyguards.

Then the 9 o'clock news anchor Lee Suyeong reappeared on screen.

After watching the feminist-training video I'd edited, Kim Mihui's pupils were shaking violently. She looked at me with an expression of pure disbelief.

"What are you staring at, you fucking bitch? Watch the next video. Eyes down."

The next clip was about a man and a woman who'd gotten into a dispute. Even though the woman had been unilaterally beaten by the man, the mere fact that she'd lightly shoved him once to dodge a blow was enough for the man to walk free while she got ten years.

The video after that was a short workplace drama episode — a scene from The Female Art of War, the hit series airing on public ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠broadcaster KNS. A female employee got caught staring at a male coworker's ass and was not only fired but socially destroyed. And that wasn't all. Male employees openly groping female coworkers' asses and breasts got played off as lighthearted comedy, but the moment a female employee accidentally touched a male coworker's forearm, she was branded a sexual harasser and dragged off to the police station. Of course, the kindhearted male employee cleared up the misunderstanding and got her released — a heartwarming ending.

As Kim Mihui watched my feminist education video, her face drained of color and went rigid. She was finally starting to grasp exactly what she'd dared to do to me in this gender-reversed world. Everything Kim Mihui had done to me wasn't just grounds for getting fired — if it went to criminal court, she'd be completely buried by society and left to rot in prison for decades at minimum.

And for the finale, I'd prepared a special gift just for her.

I raised my phone and slowly pressed play.

From the file came my frightened voice — and Kim Mihui's confident, arrogant one.

"Well, Mihui? I recorded a little something as a gift for you. Like it?"

Kim Mihui's face went completely stiff. Her already pale complexion drained of every last drop of blood, turning ghostly white. Still on her knees, she trembled violently as she fumbled for her own phone, muttering to herself.

"Th-that can't be... i-it's faked... it's fake......"

You fucking bitch.

You get it now?

This is where you start falling apart for real.

Alright then.

Time to watch this fucking bitch lick my feet and piss herself.