Training Seo Yuri Into a Slave (2)

Seo Yuri, already demoralized after getting chewed out by Team Leader Ayeong—whom she'd thought was an ally—looked at me with anxious eyes. She was clearly desperate to escape this English hell as soon as possible.

I knew that feeling all too well.

When she and Team Leader Ayeong had been men, and they'd tormented me like they wanted to devour me alive—that had been exactly how I'd felt. I just wanted out of that hell.

Alright then, Yuri.

You hate English, is that it?

Then I'll just have to give you different work this time.

I'm not that rigid a hardass, after all.

You fucking fox bitch, Seo Yuri.

I looked at her with open contempt as I spoke.

"Yuri, if you're going to handle English work alone from now on, you're going to have a rough time. What were you doing instead of studying English in school? You can't even manage elementary-level English, yet you put English down as a specialty? Wow, seriously—the sheer guts. Impressive, really. These days even elementary school kids speak better English than you. They all get private tutoring from foreign tutors at home from a young age. Shouldn't you look into a foreign tutor yourself, starting tomorrow? I hear Filipino teachers on Skype are cheap? That seems about right for your level, Seo Yuri. Oh, and if you can't handle the English translation work, then get out of the way! Move."

As I systematically needled every one of her sore spots and then ordered her to clear out of her seat, Seo Yuri rose from her chair with a drained expression, sliding out of the way.

This fucking bitch Seo Yuri. Her personality was easier to read than I'd expected.

Looking at her, she was a classic Korean pot-temper type. When she thought she had the upper hand, she'd strut around like she owned the place. The moment things turned against her, she'd tuck her tail between her legs. A classic type who was weak to the strong and strong to the weak—like a Joseon-era pro-Japanese collaborator.

Women like this, the Yi Wan-yong types, needed to be relentlessly cornered and pressed until they couldn't even breathe—that was how you trained them properly. Otherwise, the moment they recovered their nerve, they'd betray you just like those collaborators.

I kept the pressure on Employee Seo Yuri without a break.

"Seo Yuri, you're good at document work, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠right? You said you were an admin clerk in the military? If you were an admin clerk in the army, organizing Hangul documents should be a piece of cake. Right?"

Seo Yuri's eyes went wide like a startled frog, staring at me as if I'd said something insane.

"I was an—admin clerk? In the military?"

"Yes. Your personnel file says you served as an admin clerk with the 37th Division. You wouldn't have lied about completing military service and being an admin clerk when you never even served, would you? It's not like you have some disqualifying reason that would keep you from working here, right, Yuri?"

Only then did Seo Yuri seem to remember she was in a gender-reversed parallel world, and she answered quickly.

"Ah, yes. That's right. I did complete my military service. And I was an admin clerk."

Fucking bitch.

I'd just spouted whatever came to mind based on this being a gender-reversed world, and she went and played along. Even though I'd prepared to train the company feminists, I had no idea where Seo Yuri had actually served or what her duties had been. And this dumb bitch had just admitted it herself.

Good girl—digging your own grave.

"Then your Hangul typing must be fast too. I'll dictate, so create the document template first. Document format: 11-point, Gulim font, top/bottom/header/footer margins 15, left/right 25."

Seo Yuri stared at me in panic.

"Hey, Yuri, what are you doing? Hurry up and set the basic document format."

Her face flushed red as she stared only at the keyboard.

"Yuri. Yuri? Can't you hear me? You need to set up the document format first so I can do the English translation. You'll be typing."

Even after hearing me, Seo Yuri just sat there blankly staring at the computer. She didn't say a word, but cold sweat must have been pouring down her back like rain. I was pushing her to do something she might not even know how to do.

I let out an exasperated sigh—whoo—and fixed her with a sharp glare. Only then did she hang her head and speak in a tiny voice.

"Um... Sihyun. It's been a long time since I was discharged from the military, so I can't really remember. If you know how, could you teach me just a little?"

Fucking bitch was completely cowed.

That's what you get for never doing any document work, you piece of shit. If you'd handled even basic tasks, you could have made a simple document format like this. This is your punishment for dumping all the annoying work on the original-world Yu Sihyun while you played politics with your fox tricks and lived easy. A complete idiot who didn't know the first thing about even the most basic document work.

"Yuri, are you joking with me right now?"

"What?"

When I snapped at her sharply, Seo Yuri looked up at me with a face red from humiliation.

"No, seriously—what can Seo Yuri actually do properly? You can't do English. You can't do basic document editing. Aren't you embarrassed collecting a salary at a company like this? I'm only saying this because I'm worried about you as a fellow new hire from the same cohort."

Seo Yuri couldn't even lift her head, burning with shame and rage. Getting cursed out with fake "colleague concern" from someone who wasn't even her superior—just a same-level coworker—must have been absolutely galling.

Well, if it galls you, maybe you should have done your job properly?

Fucking bitch, this is exactly how you tortured me in the original world. I'm just paying you back in kind, so don't feel too wronged. You fucking bitch.

Deputy General Manager Choi Dajeong, who'd been listening from the side, seemed to feel sorry for Employee Seo Yuri and was about to say something to me. But if I backed down here, it was over. In moments like this, seizing the initiative was critical.

I grabbed a random book from Seo Yuri's desk and slammed it down on the desktop.

—Thud!

The sound rang out. Deputy General Manager Choi Dajeong, who'd been about to scold me, stared at me with startled eyes.

I looked at her and delivered a sharp line.

"Deputy General Manager. Aren't you Employee Seo Yuri's direct senior mentor? The fact that Seo Yuri's work is this much of a mess is largely your responsibility. You know that, right? When a junior can't do the work, isn't it the senior's job to teach them until they catch up?"

—Hic!

Choi Dajeong hiccuped in shock. She clearly never expected the usually pathetic Yu Sihyun to raise his voice at her like this. And when she thought about it, the logic was sound.

Choi Dajeong waved her hands at me, silently signaling that she had the hiccups and couldn't speak. Then she got up from her seat, watching my reaction, and quickly fled toward the water cooler.

Feminists, I swear........

Not a shred of loyalty among them. The moment they sensed even a slight disadvantage to themselves, they'd abandon the company colleagues they'd been close with just yesterday and bolt.

With Team Leader Kim Ayeong gone and now even the trusted Deputy General Manager Choi Dajeong running away, Employee Seo Yuri's morale hit absolute rock bottom. She was the classic thug-healer type who couldn't do anything alone and only swaggered around relying on her powerful friends.

"Yuri. Answer me. Am I right, or am I wrong? As a company colleague, should I be worried about you? Or shouldn't I?"

Seo Yuri hesitated and didn't answer. She must have wanted nothing more than to escape this situation that was stacked entirely against her as soon as possible—I'd been the same way in the original world.

If you measured pure ability, I was honestly far better at the work than Seo Yuri. Document drafting. English translation. Administrative work. I wasn't behind her in a single one. Yet I was always the one getting torn apart by the team, just because I was bad at office politics.

Fuck.

Even though I was the one doing all the difficult, grueling work.

Thinking about that made the rage surge even higher.

"Seo Yuri! I'm going to the bathroom. By the time I get back, have that document format set up exactly the way I told you. Got it? If you can't even manage that much, you should just quit."

I deliberately wound her up even more, then walked off toward the bathroom with heavy steps. Glancing back slightly, I saw Seo Yuri with her head buried in her desk, her whole body trembling with rage and humiliation.

Fucking bitch.

This felt so damn good. But brace yourself. This is only the beginning.

Once I reached the bathroom, I first took a nice long piss.

—Whoooosh.........

Maybe because I'd just thoroughly chewed out Seo Yuri and was now pissing, the stream came out strong and uninterrupted. Back in the original world, the stress had been so bad my hair fell out. Even at a young age, my piss had only come out in a weak little trickle.

Stress really is the root of all illness!

Coming to this gender-reversed world with no stress, my hair wasn't falling out, my dick stood up fine, and my piss ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠came out strong.

I turned on the faucet at the sink, pumped some liquid soap into my palm, and washed my hands.

—Scrub, scrub.

Then I opened the KakaoTalk app and sent a message to Assistant Manager Kim Mihui.

No reply from Assistant Manager Kim Mihui.

If you're a slave, you should reply to your Master within ten seconds at the latest, right?!

I immediately hit the video call button.

"H-hello?"

Assistant Manager Kim Mihui answered in a thin, trembling voice.

I looked at her through the KakaoTalk video screen and smiled wickedly.

"You should call me Master, Mihui. You haven't already forgotten, have you? If you have, I'll re-educate you."

"N-no. I'm sorry. Please forgive me, Master."

At the mention of re-education, Assistant Manager Kim Mihui answered urgently.

"Show me your face."

She lifted her phone camera so her face was visible. Even at a glance, her frightened expression made it clear how uncomfortable she was with me.

"Mihui. From now on, when I send you a KakaoTalk message, reply within ten seconds. Understood?"

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

"And lower the phone camera and show me your skirt."

Shame flooded Assistant Manager Kim Mihui's face. Showing her skirt right in front of someone versus showing it through a phone camera were different things. She brought the phone closer to her skirt.

"Hold the skirt up with one hand. So I can get a good look at whether Kim Mihui is wearing panties or not."

"Master........"

She hesitated, her face red with humiliation. I dropped my voice low and barked at her.

"Mihui. Do I need to come to wherever you are right now for you to listen?"

Terrified ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠of that, Assistant Manager Kim Mihui slowly lifted her skirt hem with her right hand ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠and began showing me her private area.