Training Seo Yuri Into a Slave (5)

Time to slap that bitch Seo Yuri across the face.

The cheerful chime of the Bojichang rang out inside my head, as lively as ever. The moment I thought the word confirm, the info window for Flame Slap LV.2 bloomed into view.

Ohhhhhh!!!!!

The effects of Flame Slap LV.2 were even better than I'd hoped. At LV.1, the skill only lasted for a five-hit combo — but LV.2 let me throw a full seven slaps. And the best part? The status effects. A feminist bitch hit by Flame Slap LV.2 could end up with a missing tooth, a nosebleed, a knockout — the works. And ten minutes later, it all healed on its own.

The pain when it landed was brutal enough to knock someone out cold, yet after ten minutes there wasn't a single mark left. Absolute jackpot. On top of that, it raised both submission and loyalty. There wasn't a better skill in existence for training feminist bitches into obedient bitches.

Buttocks Spanking LV.1 was tempting too — it had an aphrodisiac-like effect that really got the juices flowing. But it only worked well on feminist bitches whose weakness was their ass. Flame Slap LV.2, on the other hand, was a universal skill I could use even on someone like Seo Yuri, whose physical weak points I still hadn't figured out.

Seo Yuri, her head still twisted from the slap I'd just given her, turned back toward me with a face full of pure rage and glared daggers.

Still not getting it, huh?

I grabbed her by the collar and snarled in her face.

"You fucking bitch — eyes down!"

CRACK!!!!!

A satisfying, meaty smack exploded across her cheek.

"You son of a bitch, Yu Sihyunnnnnn!!!!!"

Seo Yuri clutched her flaming-red cheek with one hand and thrashed, screaming. Oh, Employee Seo Yuri — fighting back was actually fun. Assistant Manager Kim Mihui had gotten way too obedient lately. Yeah. A feminist slut ought to put up a fight. That was half the entertainment.

"I said eyes down, you fucking bitch. How dare you glare at a man like me with those snake eyes and scream? How dare you raise your voice!"

SMACK!!!! CRACK!!!

I slapped her right cheek in rapid succession. Seo Yuri, furious beyond reason, scrambled to her feet and started swinging her fists wildly through tears — like a big, clumsy elementary school kid charging a middle schooler who'd actually learned how to fight. Hell, before I started training martial arts, I hadn't been much better myself.

I casually slipped her wild punches with footwork, then snagged her right arm, yanked it down, and crushed it under my weight.

THUD!

Seo Yuri pitched forward and crashed onto the supply closet floor. I had her right arm locked in an armbar and was pinning her from above — but at 183 centimeters of pure raw strength, she simply stood up and lifted me with her. I released the armbar, stripped off my suit jacket, and flung it behind me.

Having muscled her way free of the hold, Seo Yuri must have felt a surge of confidence, because she charged again like a mindless buffalo. Honestly, if I'd kept the armbar and twisted the other way, her arm would have snapped clean and dangled uselessly. But that wasn't what I wanted. Simple physical pain alone wouldn't settle the score.

She lowered her waist and barreled into me like a bull — the most amateur move in the book for oversized beginners. She was clearly trying to hoist me up and slam me into the floor. But I dropped my center of gravity, pushed my hips back, and held firm. Seo Yuri grunted and strained, pouring everything she had into lifting me, and got absolutely nowhere. Height difference or not — if you know how to plant your weight in your lower body, any amateur's throw is trivial to weather.

I let her burn through her strength for a moment, then slowly slid my right foot back. From that stance, I drove my knee straight into her gut.

"Guhhh!!!!"

The knee landed clean. Seo Yuri coughed hard and crumpled to her knees. Looking down at Employee Seo Yuri kneeling there, I raised my right hand high and cracked it across her face.

CRACK!!!!!!

Her head snapped sideways from the force of it. For a while she just gasped for air, her shoulders heaving.

"Hhhk… hhhk…"

Drained of stamina and strength, Seo Yuri finally broke down crying. On top of that, a critical status effect from Flame Slap LV.2 must have triggered — blood was streaming from her right nostril. Tears and nosebleed mixed together and ran down her face.

Whew. Employee Seo Yuri. Now you look the part. Ugly, vulgar, and pathetic — it suited her perfectly.

I pulled out a tissue, gently wiped the blood running from her nose, and spoke in a warm, almost affectionate voice.

"Employee Seo Yuri. Does it really have to come to blood? We're coworkers who started together, you know. We should be looking out for each other — understanding each other."

She jerked her head away, rejecting the hand wiping her nose. Tougher than I expected, this bitch.

"Fuck off. Don't touch me, you bastard. I know. As long as you've got that video, I'm completely fucked. Kill me, spare me — do whatever you want. But I'm not just going to sit here and take it. You think I clawed my way out of some backwater town all the way here for nothing?"

Oh-ho. So Employee Seo Yuri had clawed her way from some rural nowhere all the way to a mid-sized company in Seoul — a genuine local success story in her own little pond. That was why she had more grit than Assistant Manager Kim Mihui.

I laughed coldly in her face.

"How did you make it this far, our dear Employee Seo Yuri? Isn't it obvious? You crushed the weak without a shred of mercy, kissed up to the strong like you'd hand over your own liver, and behind their backs you played the fox and set people against each other. You climbed the ladder on pure, filthy office politics. Am I wrong?"

Seo Yuri's eyes flared wide and savage as she screamed back.

"Yeah! That's how I've lived! So what? What's wrong with that? The world is survival of the fittest, you fucking ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠bastard! Every other bitch out there stomps the people around her to climb higher — why the hell shouldn't I? What about you, huh? You think you're any different? You've been using weak people as stepping stones your whole life, wagging your tail for rich, powerful bastards — don't pretend you haven't!"

This fucking bitch. Her entire way of thinking was rotten to the core. Because she'd lived like that, she assumed everyone else was just as filthy.

"So that's what's right, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠according to Employee Seo Yuri? Fine then. I'll crush you thoroughly — by your own rules. The Seo Yuri who stomped her way out of the boondocks all the way here. You'd better brace yourself."

Seo Yuri ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠huffed and snorted like a bull, breathing hard. All her attention seemed locked on the phone in the pocket of my discarded suit jacket. As long as that evidence was gone, she figured she could still salvage something. Simple-minded fucking bitch. I was already sitting on top of her head.

She kept glancing between me and the jacket I'd ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠thrown aside, waiting for an opening — then suddenly lunged from the floor, hurling her whole body toward the suit. She was ready to throw herself at it just to smash that phone.

Haaah… Employee Seo Yuri. This really wasn't going to work. Did she honestly think that big, slow body of hers could outpace me?

I snaked my right arm around her neck mid-dive, locked my left hand over my right wrist, and squeezed tight. Seo Yuri pitched forward and thrashed, trying to break free of the headlock — but once a headlock is set like a deadbolt, no amount of raw strength was going to pry it open.

"Hah… hngh…"

She gasped and clawed forward with everything she had, still trying to crawl toward my jacket. I smiled and whispered into her ear.

"Yuri. Why thrash so hard? You already know it's over. You will never get free of me. You know that, right?"

Her pupils trembled. That look — pure terror. At last, even the hard-headed Employee Seo Yuri was feeling real fear of me. Fear was one of the most essential emotions for training. Assistant Manager Kim Mihui had only started behaving after she'd learned to be afraid of me, too.

I tightened my grip on her throat and murmured softly into her ear.

"Employee Seo Yuri, just close your eyes and rest for a bit. Everything will be better after that. Okay?"

I increased the pressure, sealing off her airway. Her movements gradually slowed. Her eyes rolled upward — and she went limp, collapsing unconscious on the supply closet floor.

Used wrong, it was a dangerous technique. But I'd taken headlocks plenty of times sparring with the guys at the gym, and I'd dished them out just as often. I was practiced enough. Applied with the right amount of force, a headlock simply put someone out for a few minutes.

Honestly, finishing without knocking her out would have been better — but Employee Seo Yuri wasn't like Assistant Manager Kim Mihui, who had the mental fortitude of a wet paper bag and nothing but hot air and bluster. She was a rural girl who'd beaten out every rival to get this far, and she had real guts. To train her properly, I needed her unconscious first.

Whew…

Finally. Everything was ready.

I looked down at Seo Yuri sprawled unconscious on the supply closet floor and let out a long breath. Then I started pulling out, one by one, the supplies I'd ordered Assistant Manager Kim Mihui to buy in advance.

All right. Time for the real training to begin.

Employee Seo Yuri. Just imagining the look of pure despair on her face when she woke up brought a smile to my lips all by itself.

Employee Seo Yuri — by your own logic, you're the weak one who deserves to be crushed by me. So I'll crush you and break you thoroughly, exactly the way you do it.

Look forward to it.