Assistant Manager Kim Mihui, Aren't You Wearing Panties?

I kept reading through the secret group chat.

Don't worry, Deputy General Manager Choi Dajeong.

That little bit of humiliation is barely the beginning.

I'd properly train Choi Dajeong later after work at Daraejeong.

Fuck, this is overtime, so I should be getting overtime pay for this.

What? A dildo?

This fucking bitch.

She's so vulgar her mouth is cheap as hell, too.

Hmm, but that's actually a pretty fun idea.

Nice one, Seo Yuri. Good idea.

Thanks to you, this boring afternoon at the office is about to get entertaining.

At least Assistant Manager Kim Mihui seemed properly trained enough that she didn't dare chime in when the other team members were trash-talking me and Assistant Manager Seonghyeon—she just lurked and watched. Well, after getting her ass beaten that hard, and with a video of her pissing herself in her panties sitting on my phone, she wasn't about to run her mouth carelessly.

Hmm, Assistant Manager Miyoung is playing it way too safe.

Next time I'd have to tell her to chime in a little when they were badmouthing me and Assistant Manager Seonghyeon, just enough so no one would catch on that she was the spy I'd planted.

I skimmed the rest of the secret chat, but the rest of it was more of the same.

Bottom line, those fucking bitches had realized they'd been possessed from the original world into this one. They knew it was a gender-reversed world, too.

So for now, since every situation and law was stacked against women in this gender-reversed world, they'd decided to keep their heads down and watch how the company was running.

Then, when the chance came, they'd collude and cooperate to seize control of the company again. That was the main thrust. Of course, most of it was just them viciously trash-talking me and Assistant Manager Seonghyeon, the only real headaches in the Development Business Department.

Especially that bitch Seo Yuri's endless whining about how Assistant Manager Seonghyeon was full of himself just because he was decent at English. Well, of course she resented him—the comparison made her look pathetic.

Seo Yuri.

You're digging your own grave real hard today.

Alright then. Time to kick off the Complete Annihilation of Seo Yuri Project?

Before starting, I sent a thank-you message to Assistant Manager Lee Miyoung first.

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Come on, Auntie Miyoung.

I get that you're impatient, but you're already trying to cut a deal?

A submissive "Loyalty!" Nice. I liked the look of that.

Assistant Manager Miyoung must have felt called out, because she fired off a reply in a hurry.

After finishing with Assistant Manager Miyoung, I stood up from my desk first and walked over to the supply closet.

—Thud, thud.

Then I opened the supply closet door.

—Creeeak~

The moment the door swung open, Assistant Manager Kim Mihui jumped and stared at me in shock.

She hadn't even started organizing the supplies yet.

Oh, for crying out loud.

At this rate, when the hell do you plan on finishing the closet?

It's so obvious you're a complete amateur at this. Seriously!

When I fixed her with a sharp look, she peered up at me with tense, wary eyes.

"Mihui. What is this? You haven't even started organizing the closet?"

Assistant Manager Mihui automatically dropped to her knees on the floor and hung her head low.

"I'm sorry. I'll do it really fast. Please just forgive me this once....... Master."

Ohho........ Look at this.

A slave at 35% training progress really is different.

She's already crawling on her own.

I was reminded all over again just how important the training rate was.

Those half-trained fucking feminist bitches only acted obedient in front of me—the second my back was turned, they were the same as before.

In the end, you had to thoroughly crush a person not just on the outside but down to their innermost heart, training them until they could never rebel again, before you got this kind of natural submission.

Wearing a satisfied smile, I shut the supply closet door and walked toward Assistant Manager Mihui.

"Mihui. You're not staging some protest right now, claiming you can't organize the closet, are you?"

I bent at the waist and lifted her pretty face with my hand.

From her hands to her legs she was trembling hard, and her eyes dropped naturally to the floor.

"N-no. How could I dare protest against Sihyun-ssi—ah, no, against Master. Master."

"Really? Mihui?"

Assistant Manager Kim Mihui pressed her forehead to the floor.

"It's my first time organizing the supply closet, so I just don't know how. Master. I'll work really hard. Please believe me. Master."

And then, without even being told, she stuck out her tongue and started licking the dirt off my shoes.

Whoa, this bitch has been trained pretty well, hasn't she?

I stroked Assistant Manager Kim Mihui's head like I was petting a dog while she diligently licked my shoes, and said,

"Mihui. Well, it's your first time, so of course you might not be great at it. In that case, I've got an errand I want you to run instead. You can do that, right?"

Assistant Manager Kim Mihui bowed her head again.

If she'd had a tail, it would have been wagging.

I leaned in and whispered softly into her ear.

Her eyes went round.

"Yes! What are you going to use that for, Master?"

I stood up abruptly and lightly stepped on her head with my shoe.

"That's not something the likes of you need to know, so don't ask questions. Just do what you're told properly. Got it?"

With her head pinned under my shoe, Assistant Manager Kim Mihui panted as she answered.

"Yes, I overstepped. Master."

"That's right. From now on, when I tell you to do something, don't ask questions—just do it unconditionally. Well? If you understand, what are you still doing here? Get going and run that errand."

The moment I lifted my foot from her head, Assistant Manager Kim Mihui slowly got up and started to leave the supply closet.

Before she could go, I caught her slender hand.

She turned back to me in surprise.

I smiled like a devil and whispered to her.

"Mihui, but I can still smell it. The piss stink on Assistant Manager Kim Mihui. Don't tell me you're still wearing those piss-soaked panties?"

Her face flushed red with shame.

She hesitated, unable to answer.

I squeezed the hand I was holding tighter and spoke again.

"Answer me, bitch. Are you still wearing those piss-soaked panties or not?"

Wincing like it hurt, Assistant Manager Mihui answered right away.

"No. I'm not wearing them now. Master."

Oh? So she's not wearing the piss-soaked panties right now.

Which means........

"Then Assistant Manager Kim Mihui is going commando right now?"

"Ah. Yes....... I'm not wearing any panties right now. Master."

Ashamed of herself, she kept her reddened face turned toward the floor.

Fuck, no panties is pretty hot.

"Is that so? Good girl. Stay that way until you leave work today—no panties on the job. Understood?"

Her beautiful large eyes trembled hard.

She'd clearly been planning to buy panties the second she left the supply closet.

Well, the skirt she was wearing was short enough that even a little lively movement would show it.

That.

A woman's most private place.

"You understand, Mihui?"

Her face darkened like tears might fall any second.

Being humiliated by me inside the supply closet was one thing—that was a secret just between the two of us, something she could handle. But having to work the whole day at the company with no panties on?

There was nothing more humiliating than that.

If she was hesitating, then as her master I needed to help her make the decision faster.

"Mihui, if I so much as catch a glimpse of you wearing panties while you're working today, that vivid footage of you pissing yourself in the supply closet in your panties and skirt is going up on the company bulletin board for everyone to see. Understood?"

Assistant Manager Kim Mihui bowed her head and answered.

"Yes, yes....... I'll work with no panties on at the company today. Master."

No matter how embarrassing going commando was, it was a hundred times better than having the piss video shown to every employee in the company. And there was always the slim hope that if she hid it carefully enough, no one would notice.

Satisfied with her answer, I said,

"Then go on out, Mihui."

"Yes, Master........"

Just as Assistant Manager Kim Mihui opened the supply closet door to leave, a mischievous impulse hit me out of nowhere.

—Slap~!

I raised my palm and smacked her ass.

"Ha—hnnk!"

A thick, meaty sound of flesh meeting flesh rang out as Assistant Manager Kim Mihui let out a moan and spun around to look at me. Her full, voluptuous ass jiggled like sticky rice cake.

I beamed at her and said,

"Oh, nothing—just telling you to hang in there! Come on, fighting!"

She looked at me with resentful eyes. Deep irritation burned in her gaze, but like the well-trained bitch she was, she didn't dare bite her master.

"Yes, yes...... f-fighting. Master."

Letting out a long, heavy sigh, Assistant Manager Kim Mihui left to run the errand I'd given her. I stepped out of the supply closet myself, muttering under my breath.

Just wait a little longer.

This time I'm bringing an even more worthless fucking bitch in here and grinding her pride into absolute dust.