Making Assistant Manager Kim Mihui a Slave (3) — Conquering Her Ass
Assistant Manager Kim Mihui pulled out her phone with a flustered look and started searching on Naver. Of course I watched her carefully the whole time, making sure she wasn’t trying any other stupid shit. The second she tried sending a KakaoTalk message or making a call, I was ready to snatch that phone right out of her hands.
Even if she somehow managed to call for help and get out of this storage room, she’d still be the one ending up in prison. But I still had a mission left unfinished—I needed to train Kim Mihui properly. Ending things here would have been a real shame.
Reading the articles on Naver, Kim Mihui nearly fell into a full-blown panic. Only then did that clueless, rock-brained woman finally realize that this place was the complete opposite of the feminist-infested shithole of a Korea she’d come from—a fully gender-reversed world.
According to those Naver articles, she was now trapped in the biggest crisis of her entire life. I even had the recording of all the garbage she’d spewed as evidence. She’d get fired from the company for sure, and at absolute minimum she’d be rotting in prison for ten years. Kim Mihui might have thought the feminist-education video I’d shown her earlier could have been faked, but the information she’d just looked up herself on Naver? That couldn’t be faked. How the hell was I supposed to manipulate Naver, the site every single person in Korea used?
Only after properly grasping the situation did Kim Mihui drop to her knees, clasp her hands together, and start begging me desperately.
“Sihyun. I was wrong. Please spare me. Okay? I was completely wrong. I’ll do anything you tell me to, so just delete that recording. Please…… I’m begging you like this. Please………”
I looked down at Kim Mihui’s pretty face as she knelt and groveled in front of me, then laid into her with a threat.
“Ah, come on. Seriously. Why are you acting like this all of a sudden, Mihui? My cheek still stings like hell from where you hit me earlier. Look at this, Mihui. My cheek’s still red. If I go to the hospital, that’s at least three weeks of recovery time, right? A woman beating a man hard enough for three weeks of recovery? You’re looking at a minimum of ten years in prison for that.”
Lucky for me—or unlucky for her—my pale skin was extremely delicate. The cheek she’d slapped earlier was still swollen bright red.
“Sihyun. But you hit my cheek too. Five times, even. Right? So it’s mutual assault. Let’s just pretend none of this happened. I’ll listen to everything you say from now on. I really promise. Sihyun, I’m not actually that bad of a person. Let’s get along properly. I’ll organize the storage room for you, and if you’re having a hard time with anything, I’ll take care of all of it.”
No, you fucking bitch.
In this gender-reversed world, all that menial crap was already the kind of work a woman like you was supposed to be doing. Did she really think she could just smooth-talk her way out of this? Not a chance in hell.
I pulled out my phone, angled it so it reflected her face, and spoke.
“Kim Mihui? Were you dreaming or something? When exactly did I hit your cheek? Take a look. Is there even a single mark on Assistant Manager Mihui’s face?”
Of course there wasn’t. I’d used the active skill [Flame Slap LV.1], so there was no way a single bruise would be left on her cheek.
“S-Sihyun. What are you talking about? Just a second ago you were smacking my face like a dog. Look. Look, my cheek is all swollen and red right now……”
She started to say that, then checked her own face reflected on my phone screen and froze in shock before turning back to me.
“S-Sihyun. Why is my face completely fine? You hit me. Right? Just a moment ago I was getting beaten by you like a dog on the hottest day of summer and my cheek was red and swollen…… I’m sure of it. No. Sihyun. I’m not actually crazy, okay? Sihyun. Sihyun. You hit me, didn’t you? You did!!!!! Fuck! Sihyun…… Yu Sihyun, you son of a bitch!!!! This is so unfair. You set this whole trap for me, didn’t you, you fucking bastard! Hurry up and admit you hit me!!!!!!!!”
Her mental state finally started to crack. Kim Mihui cursed at me and lunged. Well, given this fucking bitch’s personality, I’d more or less expected it. When a rat gets cornered, it throws itself at the cat. So what does a cat do when a rat charges it without fear? Nothing special. You just sink your sharp fangs in and kill the damn thing.
I grabbed the right wrist of the charging Mihui and yanked it straight back. Her body pitched forward and her balance collapsed. I didn’t miss the opening—I locked my left arm around her throat and squeezed hard. Mihui started thrashing immediately.
It was a chokehold, the kind you see in UFC.
“Stay still, Mihui. Stop struggling. You know better than anyone that picking a fight with me right now only hurts you.”
The blood that had briefly boiled over seemed to cool. Kim Mihui stopped thrashing, gasping for air, and went quiet.
I leaned in close to her ear and whispered in a deliberately disgusting voice.
“Baby, no matter how hard you thrash and jump around, you’re never going to beat me. Now that you’ve finished throwing your crazy-bitch tantrum, it’s time for Oppa to punish you a little, don’t you think?”
Technically I’d joined the company later than her, but I was a year older, so her calling me Oppa wasn’t even wrong.
Fuck. Living under the thumb of a bitch younger than me all that time still pisses me off just thinking about it. I’m going to pay back every single thing I suffered right here, today. You fucking bitch.
I smiled coldly as I looked down at Kim Mihui’s pretty face. Her big eyes were filled with pure terror, and the corners of them were twitching and trembling. The way her face twisted in fear looked absolutely delicious.
“Mihui, you’re not going to resist Oppa, right? If you start acting like a crazy bitch and talk back to Oppa one more time, I’ll twist that slender little neck of yours like wringing a chicken’s. Think carefully before you act.”
Having thoroughly realized she couldn’t win against me with strength either, Kim Mihui carefully nodded and answered.
“Y-Yes…… P-Please spare me. I won’t do it again.”
I carefully slipped her phone out of her pocket and tucked it into the inner pocket of my suit jacket.
“Oppa—no, Master—will confiscate this for a little while. From now on, Mihui calls me Master. Got it?”
Kim Mihui hesitated for a moment and didn’t answer. For a prideful woman like her, calling someone she’d always thought of as a total loser “Master” was never going to come easily, no matter how bad the situation was.
Oh? Trying to hold out? Our Mihui’s not going to make this easy, is she?
I tightened my grip on her slender throat even more and spoke softly right against her ear.
“Mihui. Think carefully. Depending on the decision you make right now, you might keep going to work like normal… or the second you step out of this storage room, prison becomes your new home. How about it? Easy, right? Is our Mihui’s head so full of rocks that even a simple judgment like this is too hard for her?”
At the word “rock-headed,” Mihui’s eyebrows twitched almost reflexively before settling again. The fucking bitch knew she was dumb—normally if anyone called her ignorant she’d fly into a near-seizure of rage.
“I-I… I understand, so please loosen your arm a little. It’s hard to breathe. Sihyun.”
“Sihyun? You fucking bitch, do you think I’m joking right now?! It’s Master. You rock-headed slave.”
Mihui’s face flushed deep red with humiliation. But the only way she was getting out of this was by doing exactly what I told her. Every single factor was stacked against her. She couldn’t overpower me physically, and she couldn’t win in court either.
“I understand. M-…… Master.”
Even as she said it, the shame and embarrassment made the word “Master” come out in a tiny, dying little voice. Well, it was probably the first time in her life she’d ever called anyone that. I’d just keep training her until she could shout “Master” at me naturally and loudly. Now that my slave Assistant Manager Kim Mihui finally seemed to be catching on a little, maybe I could let her go.
I slowly released the pressure of my left arm around her throat and freed her.
“Keh… keh-hek… ha… haah… haah.”
Kim Mihui clutched her neck and coughed several times, sucking in huge breaths.
“Mihui. What? Was that hard? Did I squeeze your neck that tightly? If it hurt, I’m sorry.”
I’d been pushing her pretty hard, so I loosened the leash a little.
Kim Mihui glared at me with reddened eyes and let out a long sigh.
“Sihyun, we’re done now, right? Give me my phone back.”
Kim Mihui, this fucking bitch really has no brain, does she? Learning capacity: zero. Absolute zero. The second I treat her a little nicely she starts climbing right back up.
“Sihyun? You fucking bitch, are you trying to die? Who the hell do you think you’re talking casually to, you piece of shit? I treat you like a human for two seconds and suddenly you think you’re equal again? Your slave training is nowhere near finished, you fucking bitch. Get on your knees right now and call me Master before I twist your neck for real.”
Kim Mihui jumped like a startled rabbit at my sudden change in tone. Then, still rubbing her sore throat with one hand, she slowly sank back down onto her knees.
Fucking bitch. She’s kind of cute in her own way, isn’t she? Daring to test me?
“Hey. Aren’t you going to call me Master?”
Honestly, a normal person doesn’t just start calling the loser subordinate from yesterday “Master” without thorough training. What could I do? I’d just have to keep educating and tormenting her until the word came out naturally.
*SLAP!*
I swung my open hand with everything I had and cracked Kim Mihui’s pretty cheek as hard as I could while she still hesitated over the word.
“Assistant Manager Kim Mihui. Say ‘Master.’ Before you get beaten even more by your subordinate.”
When you’re tearing someone down, using polite honorifics while you do it makes it even more terrifying.
The solid slap seemed to snap her back to reality. Kim Mihui’s lips trembled as she spoke.
“M-Master……”
“That’s right, Mihui. See how nice it is when you cooperate like this? Do you think I actually want to hit you? It’s only because you won’t listen. You’re going to be a good girl from now on, right, Mihui?”
The proper way to train a slave is to treat them like absolute garbage one moment and then be kind the next, until they can’t tell which way is up.
“Yes. Yes…… Master.”
She hated getting hit enough that the word “Master” was starting to come out a little more naturally now.
Alright then, Assistant Manager Kim Mihui. Time to move on to the next stage of training. This was where the real training began.
Just imagining it made my chest tighten with excitement.
First, though, there was something Kim Mihui needed to do for me right away.
I bent down so I was at eye level with the kneeling Kim Mihui. Then I looked straight at her and gave her a sly, greasy smile.
“Then, Mihui. How about lifting that skirt you’re wearing up with your hands so your ass is nice and easy to see?”