Training Seo Yuri Into a Slave (4)
Even Seo Yuri herself could feel how far she was overdoing it—but she couldn't rein her emotions in with reason. That was how deep the humiliation and stress from what I'd put her through earlier in the day had cut.
"Hey. Yu Sihyun. You piece of shit. Get up and plant your head on the floor. Wonsan bombing position! I said put your fucking head on the ground."
This bitch must've seen it on TV—trying to play army in the office?
A bitch who'd never even been to the military.
I was scared, but I forced my eyes wide open and pushed back.
"Ah, come on, Yuri-ssi, just stop already and let me out. I won't tell anyone what happened here……"
Seo Yuri's big eyes bulged as she grabbed my face with her hand and bellowed.
"Fuck. So you're saying you won't plant your head? Because of you, you slippery little bastard, I got chewed out by the team leader first thing this morning. I'm broke as hell, and I still had to go buy that bitch Assistant Manager Mihui a Starbucks Venti and hand it over. Ahh! The more I think about it, the more pissed I get. This is all your fault. You get that? I swear—!"
It was obvious she was going completely overboard, raging like this because she wanted to use the chance to lock down the hierarchy once and for all so she could work without taking stress from me ever again.
She seemed to think that if she scared me good just once, I'd never dare crawl back up.
"Listen good, you fucking bastard. You clearly don't know how terrifying the world can be. No matter how much society and the law protect pathetic, scrawny little men like you, the moment something ugly happens to a person is just that—a moment. If even one word about what went down here today leaks out, you could get kidnapped and locked up without a mouse or bird knowing. You'd know that if you ever bothered reading the paper or watching the news, wouldn't you?"
That vile Seo Yuri bitch was now openly threatening me—saying if I breathed a word about today, I could get abducted.
Fucking bitch. Must've been exhausting, hiding this gangster nature of hers just to come to work every day.
Honestly, if today hadn't happened, even I wouldn't have known Seo Yuri was this much of a thug.
"You, you fucking bastard—your personality's dogshit, but your face is pretty enough. Kidnap you and toss you to sex-starved ajummas and you'd fetch a few hundred million at least. You know that, right? Think carefully. Think about what the smart move is for a fucking bastard like you."
I'd always known this bitch's character was garbage, but seeing her today—she was trash among trash. When I refused to answer and turned my head away, the hand gripping my jaw tightened.
The pressure from her fingers clamped down hard on my chin.
"Ah—that hurts, Yuri-ssi."
"Hurts? Then answer properly, you retarded bastard."
Seo Yuri was smiling as she looked at me saying it hurt.
In those faintly reddened eyes, there was a glint of madness.
That fucking Seo Yuri almost looked like a psychopath who got off on watching other people suffer. There are people in this world who simply defy common sense.
And the most pathetic type among them, in my book, were people like Seo Yuri—people who felt happiness watching someone else fall into misery.
Other people's misfortune is my happiness.
That kind of person is usually great at stirring up fights between others, all sweet to your face and trash-talking the second you turn around.
In short: vile human beings.
When I winced in pain, Seo Yuri grabbed my head and hauled me upright.
Then she ran her tongue lightly over her red lips.
Seemed like watching my pained expression was turning her on.
"You fucking bastard. Is what I'm saying not getting through? You need a beating to get your head straight?"
—Thud!
With me still held upright, Seo Yuri drove her fist into my gut.
Caught completely off guard by the blow to my stomach, the air left my lungs and I started coughing.
"Keh… kek. Cough. Cough…"
Seo Yuri smiled like a demon and raised her fist again.
"Yu Sihyun. You fucking bastard. A worthless piece of shit who can't even speak English or edit a document, and you still had the balls to humiliate me in front of all those people? A bastard like you needs more. Stand up straight!"
Now she was barking orders like some military drill instructor.
Hell, even a real drill instructor wouldn't beat someone this openly.
Hoo……
I started thinking that if I took much more of this, it could get genuinely dangerous.
Should I start folding soon?
Trembling, I looked up at Seo Yuri and spoke.
"Yuri-ssi. I was wrong. I was wrong, so please stop now. I'll apologize for everything."
"You were wrong? What the hell were you wrong about? You fucking bastard. Why does a guy who's supposedly reflecting have eyes that look so goddamn foul!"
Seo Yuri raised her fist again and slammed it into my stomach.
This time I'd seen it coming, so I bent slightly at the waist before the punch landed and softened the impact.
When the hit didn't land with the same force as before, Seo Yuri's face twisted with dissatisfaction.
"Oh-ho. This fucking bastard. You dare flinch? Hey! Keep that up and you're actually dead. Take it properly."
Seo Yuri raised her fist once more.
I dropped to my knees right there and clung to her.
"Ah—okay. Please don't hit me. Yuri-ssi."
The moment I knelt on my own, Seo Yuri's whole face lit up with a smile.
She looked delighted, like she'd just conquered me.
I pressed my hands together, begging for all I was worth, and looked up at her with the most pitiful expression I could manage.
"Yuri-ssi. I'm begging you like this…………"
"Good. Now we're talking. Keep going. You regret the shit you pulled on me earlier, don't you? You fucking dog. Let's see just how pathetic and groveling you can get."
Hoo. Hearing that horrible, self-assured voice of Seo Yuri's, I felt like the stage was finally set to shove this feminist bitch straight into hell.
Just thinking about training her kept making me want to laugh.
But I grabbed Seo Yuri's legs, staggered up onto my feet, and leaned in to whisper by her ear—keeping the last piece of my act going.
"Yuri-ssi. I'm begging you like this. Look over there."
Startled, Seo Yuri looked in the direction I was pointing.
And there, just as I'd instructed beforehand, Assistant Manager Kim Mihui's phone sat hidden behind some supplies, recording button already pressed, filming us.
Exactly as I'd ordered in advance.
Seo Yuri's eyes flicked between me and the phone in pure shock.
Pretty fucking rattled, aren't you, bitch.
I beamed at her and said,
"Yuri-ssi, how do you like the surprise I prepared~? You like it?"
Seo Yuri's face flushed bright red.
She was properly furious now.
"Yu Sihyun, you son of a bitch! You fucking bastard!!!!!! You set this trap on purpose to screw me over, didn't you?"
I put on a devil's smile and answered in a lazy drawl.
"Yuri-ssi, I thought you were smart, but I guess not. Why even ask something that obvious. Boring."
Seo Yuri clenched both fists tight and trembled all over.
She looked one second from exploding.
"Don't you fucking dare! You bastard. One little video like that doesn't change a goddamn thing! I'll just smash it!"
Seo Yuri shoved me aside and lunged for the phone.
Where do you think you're going, Yuri? You need Oppa's permission first.
I clamped down hard on her right arm and yanked her back.
Seo Yuri lost her balance and staggered, nearly toppling backward.
I lifted my right foot and drove a hard low kick straight into her reeling knee.
—Thud-crash!
The low kick landed clean on her knee. Seo Yuri couldn't stay upright and crumpled uselessly across the supply closet floor.
"Fuck—!"
Seo Yuri pushed herself up with both hands and threw a punch at me.
Seemed like her mindset was: violence once, violence twice—no reason not to.
I casually slipped her slow-as-hell punch to the right, snagged her wrist, and pulled her arm the opposite way it wanted to go—outward—hooking her elbow up over my shoulder.
Then I yanked her wrist hard downward. Her arm twisted with a sharp crack!
Seo Yuri let out a piercing scream of pure pain and collapsed straight to the floor.
I looked down at her at my leisure as she sat crumpled there.
She clutched the knee and arm I'd hit, staring up at me with a dazed face.
"Yuri. Does it hurt?"
Only then did Seo Yuri seem to sense something was going very wrong. She started edging away from me, scooting backward.
Leaving her behind me, I whistled softly as I strolled toward Assistant Manager Kim Mihui's phone, still recording.
Seo Yuri got to her feet, reading the room, and limped toward the supply closet exit.
Where do you think you're going, Yuri. This is only the beginning.
I spoke to her in a soft, unhurried voice.
"Yuri. You look great on camera. The people at the company and those police ajummas are going to love this footage. Total blockbuster movie material. A movie. Something like—The Sweet Angel Employee Who Turned Out to Be a Sociopath? Kidnapping, sexual assault, confinement threats. Assault. Verbal abuse. About… thirty years cooling your heels in prison before you rejoin society should do it. Lucky you, Yuri-ssi. A nice long thirty-year vacation from society."
Hearing that, Seo Yuri finally seemed to claw some of her reason back. She stopped mid-step and started walking toward me again.
"Give me the phone…… Then we'll pretend none of this happened. I'll forget about you kicking my leg and breaking my wrist. Delete the video file on that phone."
I held Assistant Manager Kim Mihui's phone in one hand, then slipped it neatly into my suit pocket as I answered.
"Still not getting it, are you, Seo Yuri-ssi. Even if you cried and begged on your knees I might or might not delete it—and you're threatening me? What are you going to do if I don't delete the video file on this phone?"
Desperate, Seo Yuri charged at me like a wild animal.
Fair enough—this one thing could torch her entire life.
"You son of a bitch! Delete it! I said delete it!"
Seo Yuri flared up in pure rage and reached for my collar with the left arm she'd been claiming was broken—perfectly fine, of course.
But I casually caught her left wrist with my right hand and yanked it down.
Her face was pulled straight down in front of mine.
In that position, I raised my hand, opened the Bojichang, and activated the skill Blazing Slap LV2.
Blazing Slap LV2
Power stronger than when I'd slapped Assistant Manager Kim Mihui around surged through my palm.
Hoo……
I steadied my breath, then swung my left hand hard at the cheek of the 183-centimeter-tall Seo Yuri pulled right in front of me.
—SLAAAP!!!!!!
The crisp, wet crack of a full-force slap rang out through the supply closet once more.
Fuck. No matter how many times I hear it, the sound of beating feminist whore bitches never gets old.