Training Seo Yuri Into a Slave (3)
Kim Mihui, the assistant manager, hiked up her skirt with one hand and exposed the intimate, shameful part of a woman.
Fuck. She really wasn't wearing any panties.
This was a raw, uncensored live show if I'd ever seen one.
I spoke loud enough for Kim Mihui to hear every word.
"Mihui, I can see some dark stubble down there. I don't like that kind of thing. It looks dirty. Get yourself waxed after work today. That way Master will dote on you even more, won't he?"
I deliberately raised my voice so she would feel the full weight of the humiliation.
Kim Mihui's face flushed bright red with shame.
"Yes, Master......."
"Shave your pussy and video call me. I'll check it myself."
She hung her head and answered as if she had no choice left.
"Yes....... Master."
"Good. Kim Mihui. Anyway—you bought what I asked for earlier, right?"
"Yes. I put it in the supply room just as Master instructed."
"Well done. Then you saw the KakaoTalk message I sent? Proceed exactly as instructed, Kim Mihui."
"Yes. Understood, Master."
"Ah, and one more thing!"
"Yes?"
I deliberately let the silence hang for a beat, then spoke in a low, cynical voice.
"The recording of all that bullshit you spewed at me. The video of you pissing yourself in those cheap panties. I've got all of it. You know what happens if you disobey anything I order you to do, right? With that video and that recording, I can control Kim Mihui's entire life from now on."
Kim Mihui sighed and answered in a small voice.
"Yes. I understand perfectly, Master."
"Good. But don't look so defeated, Mihui. Depending on how well you perform, I might delete them later. So don't worry too much. For now, just do as I say."
At the suggestion that her humiliating recording and video might be deleted, Kim Mihui's previously dejected voice brightened a little, rising in pitch with renewed energy.
"Yes. I'll do everything Master tells me to. I'll give it my absolute best no matter what. Please, I beg you—delete my recording and video files, Master."
"Depends on how you do, Mihui."
With that, I ended the KakaoTalk video call.
Good. The stage was set.
Time to go reel in that fucking bitch Seo Yuri.
I tore off a tissue, wiped my hands roughly, and headed back to Seo Yuri's desk in the Development Business Division. Then I called out loudly behind her.
"Seo Yuri, finished filling out all those Hangul document forms?"
She had clearly heard me, but she pretended not to and gave no answer. Irritated, I sat down at her desk.
"Don't tell me you're still not done? It's been ten minutes already."
Instead of answering my question, Seo Yuri made a big fuss as she stood up from her seat.
"Sihyun, that's not important right now—Assistant Manager Mihui wants us to come to the supply room right away. She says you and I have something urgent to do."
For some reason, Seo Yuri's voice sounded excited.
Yeah—physical labor would look better than that fucking English or Hangul document work right now, wouldn't it?
"Assistant Manager Kim Mihui said to come to the supply room? Is it something that takes a long time?"
"Probably. I think she wants us to organize the warehouse."
"Ah, is that so? Hold on a second then. Let me just put my phone on charge and I'll be right there. Battery's down to five percent."
"Oh, you're charging your phone? Perfect timing—mine's dead too. I should charge it as well."
Seeing me plug my phone into the charger, Seo Yuri plugged hers in too.
"Come on, hurry up, Sihyun. Assistant Manager Mihui will be waiting. You know how much she hates waiting, right?"
"Ah, yes."
Seo Yuri slipped on her high heels first and click-clacked ahead, leading the way.
In this gender-reversed world, Seo Yuri stood a full 183 centimeters tall. Even in the original world she'd been around 165 cm—not exactly short—but here she was as tall as a runway model. My height, on the other hand, was 168 centimeters. Compared to Seo Yuri, I was positively petite.
When we arrived at the supply room, Kim Mihui looked at me. I gave a slight nod of permission, and she launched into her usual insufferable tone.
"Yuri. Sihyun. When did I contact you? And you're only just getting here? Do you think your superior's words are a joke?"
Seo Yuri and I both hung our heads. But then that fox-like Seo Yuri shot a glance between Kim Mihui and me and snitched.
"No, Assistant Manager. I tried to get here early, but no matter how many times I messaged him, Sihyun wouldn't come out of the bathroom. That's why we're late. I'm sorry."
That fucking bitch Seo Yuri.
When the hell did you ever message me?
She was always so damn good at dumping blame on someone else the second she got the chance.
Kim Mihui glanced at me for cues as she spoke.
"S-Sihyun, is that true? You shouldn't do that."
Ah.......
Kim Mihui. Had I trained her a little too harshly?
Just meeting my eyes was enough to terrify her—she couldn't even throw the usual vicious curses at me, and her words came out meek on their own. If Seo Yuri caught on like this, it'd be a problem.
"Then the two of you clean up the entire supply room. I've got other work to do......."
Without so much as a backward glance, Kim Mihui hurried off. Finally free after dumping the supply room on Seo Yuri—she must have felt relieved. Typical of these bottom-tier feminist bitches who didn't give a single shit about their own teammates.
The moment Kim Mihui disappeared, Seo Yuri strode boldly into the supply room without hesitation.
"Hey, what are you doing, Sihyun? Get in here already."
"Ah. Yes. Coming."
I followed Seo Yuri into the supply room. But strangely, she kept smiling.
It was unnervingly unsettling.......
Once inside the supply room, Seo Yuri began issuing work orders exactly as she'd been briefed by Kim Mihui.
"Sihyun, you lift those boxes of A4 paper and organize them. I'll handle the office supplies over here."
"Ah, yes......."
I obediently walked over to where the boxes of A4 paper were stacked, just as Seo Yuri ordered. She organized scissors, twine, and other office necessities while sneaking glances at me. I put everything I had into trying to lift a box of A4 paper.
"Ugh........"
I strained with all my might, but it wouldn't budge the way I expected. Watching me grunt and struggle to lift the box, Seo Yuri slowly approached and spoke.
"Sihyun? Is that heavy? Move aside. Let me try lifting it."
Seo Yuri bumped me with her shoulder—thud!—and brushed past.
Fuck, this bitch was giving me a shoulder check just because she was taller?
After shouldering me aside, Seo Yuri squatted down and hoisted the box of A4 paper up with both hands in one smooth motion.
Up it went!
The same box of A4 paper that I couldn't lift at all rose effortlessly in the hands of 183-centimeter Seo Yuri. Fuck, the physical difference was terrifying.
Looking triumphant, Seo Yuri set the box down in a corner. Then she looked at me with a mocking smile.
"Sihyun. No strength, huh? In this world, men are—ah, never mind. You should work out more, Sihyun. I moved one for you, so you can move the rest of the boxes yourself. You can manage that, right?"
Looking at the boxes that still needed organizing, the pile seemed endless. Hell, I couldn't even properly lift a single box. And she wanted me to move all those by myself?
Haa........
I sighed, glared at Seo Yuri, and started walking toward the supply room exit. Seeing that, she blocked the doorway.
"Hey, Sihyun. Where do you think you're going? Assistant Manager Mihui told us to organize all of this. Are you running away right now? Get back there and move those boxes!"
Having realized her physical superiority over me, Seo Yuri was laying down the law. I ran a hand through my hair as if exhausted.
"Ah, Seo Yuri. Physical work like organizing a warehouse is women's work. It's not something men do. Move. I can't handle hard labor like warehouse organizing."
Seo Yuri's eyes flashed sharply.
"So you're dumping all the hard work on me and planning to go do desk work by yourself? Not moving, you little shit."
As if she'd been waiting for this, Seo Yuri dropped into casual speech and snapped at me sharply. She must have received some kind of instructions from Kim Mihui.
Seo Yuri shut the supply room door and locked it with a sharp click!
I stared at her with wide, startled eyes, my body trembling faintly.
"Seo Yuri. What are you doing right now? Get out of the way. I'm serious."
Seo Yuri smiled thinly and shook her head.
"Don't wanna. What are you gonna do if I don't move? You tiny little shit. Can't even properly move a single box."
"Hey, Seo Yuri. Are you threatening me right now? Keep this up and I'll report you to company security for real."
"You fucking bastard. How are you gonna report me? Are you a fucking idiot? Don't you remember leaving your phone charging in the office? And this is a noisy supply room with the multifunction printers—the soundproofing is solid, you know? Even if you scream, nobody will hear. No CCTV either. You really walked right into this today. I've wanted to fucking kill you since earlier for being so damn annoying. You piece of shit."
Seo Yuri strode confidently right up to me, seized a fistful of my hair, and hurled me to the floor.
Crash, thud........
My body tumbled across the supply room floor.
"Ugh........"
As I struggled to get up, Seo Yuri—now fully confident—pressed her high heel down on my head.
"You fucking dog bastard. Who the hell are you to throw a fit about me not knowing English? Ahh, seriously! You wanna die. Hey! Hey! You really wanna fucking die?"
Seo Yuri bent at the waist and looked down at me as if I were a toy she could play with however she pleased.
"You son of a bitch. Why aren't you answering? You were so full of yourself earlier throwing a tantrum, but now that it's just the two of us, you're scared? You fucking bastard?"
I looked up at Seo Yuri with a terrified expression, trembling as I spoke.
"Why are you doing this, Yuri. It's scary........ Please, stop. For real."
"Scared? You little bitch of a man? You fucking bastard—I'll show you what real fear looks like."
When someone who's never had money suddenly gets rich, they become a nouveau riche asshole. And when someone who's never had power suddenly gets it—they lose all self-control and start throwing their weight around, threatening the powerless. The more trash their personality is, the worse it gets.
Seo Yuri right now was the perfect picture of that. She'd probably been bottling up resentment toward me since the morning meeting—and it wasn't just one or two things. All that rage was exploding now, in this perfectly sealed space with only the two of us.
Exploding right here in the supply room.