Making Deputy Manager Choi Dajeong My Slave
After finishing my chat with Sena, I checked the clock — already three in the afternoon.
I'd come into the office and barely done a thing, yet the hours had flown by.
In the original world, just showing up at work made time crawl so slowly I thought I'd lose my mind. Especially on Mondays.
Today, though, the closer it got to quitting time, the more I found myself wishing it would slow down.
Still, I had a dinner date lined up tonight with my next training subject — Deputy Manager Choi Dajeong. Just imagining her face twisted with shame, begging me to forgive her, already had me looking forward to it.
Right on cue, Team Leader Kim Ayeong and Deputy Manager Choi Dajeong walked into the Development Business Department office.
Choi Dajeong had a naturally lewd face, and she dressed like a hostess from a ten-percent club — deliberately slutty. On top of that, her figure was voluptuous. Even the original me used to feel his heart race every time he saw her. At least until I learned what kind of woman she really was.
That bat-like bitch.
I watched the two of them stroll in, chatting away like the best of friends, and threw a jab their way.
"Wow, Team Leader, Deputy Manager — something good happen? I figured you'd already gone home. You dumped your work on me and didn't come back to your desks for a full thirty minutes."
Kim Ayeong's eyes sharpened as she glared at me. I just smiled, calm and unbothered, meeting that fierce look head-on.
"What is it, Team Leader? Something you want to say?"
But she lowered her head almost immediately and trudged silently back to her seat. She'd finally figured out that picking a fight with me in this world only hurt her.
Running away wasn't going to save her. I wasn't that kind of nice guy.
I fired one more shot at her retreating back.
"What, it's not even a dog barking, and you just walk off without answering? Right, Team Leader?"
Kim Ayeong's face flushed red, boiling with rage she had no choice but to swallow. Her voice came out strained and tight.
"I'll be more careful from now on, Sihyun."
"Yeah. Please do be more careful. When the highest-ranking person on the team sets a good example, the subordinates learn from it, don't they? If the team leader herself is a complete mess, how is the company supposed to function properly?"
Ayeong sank into her chair, cradling her head with a gloomy expression.
"Yes......... I'm sorry."
She's probably chanting "Yu Sihyun, you fucking bastard, I want to kill you" a hundred times in her head right now. That shit-eating expression of hers said it all.
"Team Leader, what's with the face? Anyone watching would think some lowly employee was chewing out the team leader. How about putting on a better expression so the team atmosphere picks up? We've got performance evaluations next month, you know. If our team's scores come in low because of you, that's on you. If you can't help your team members as a leader, at least don't drag them down. Team Leader."
I'd piled it on a little thick. Ayeong stared at her document file, her eyes red, breathing hard through gritted teeth — huu, huuk.
Man, chewing out Team Leader Ayeong is seriously addictive. Whether it was her period or just her nature, her emotional control was shot, and the real-time reactions made teasing her a pure delight.
I walked over to her desk with a deliberately leisurely expression. Ayeong watched me approach and dropped her gaze, looking scared.
I bowed my head slightly and put on a fake smile.
"Team Leader. Smile. I said smile. Like me."
Ayeong looked up at me with the tense face of an elementary school kid who hadn't done their homework, staring at the teacher. Then she forced her features into a smile.
Her eyes were crying. Her mouth was smiling. The expression was grotesque and magnificent at the same time. I loved it. I almost wanted to take a picture.
"That's right, Team Leader. When you work with a smile like that, the whole team atmosphere comes alive. I'm only giving you this advice for your own good, you know that?"
Ayeong answered through that bizarre smile — eyes weeping, mouth grinning.
"Yes. Yes........ Sihyun."
"Aren't you grateful to have an employee like me looking out for you? Aren't you?"
"Huh? Yes........"
"Then you should thank me, Team Leader."
Ayeong shrank into herself, reading my face carefully. Clashing with me any further would only hurt her — nobody knew that better than she did.
"Th-thank you, Sihyun."
"Don't mention it. It's only because you've been so good to me all this time that I'm looking out for you in return. If you get a low evaluation score this time and the company forces you out, our Team Leader won't even have anywhere to go. I'll keep watching over you like a father-in-law so you can stay at this company. I'll be extra attentive from now on."
I finally stopped and turned away. Only then did Ayeong let out a long, held breath — huu~. My endless father-in-law act and constant nagging must have made even breathing difficult.
Team Leader Ayeong. From now on, I'll be your company father-in-law and do the old-man act to hell and back. All of this was thanks to the massive karmic stack she'd built up against the original Yu Sihyun.
I started walking away, then suddenly spun back around toward her. Ayeong, mid-check of her documents, looked up at me with startled eyes.
Just like in the original world, she was working barefoot — heels kicked off under the desk.
I pinched my nose and twisted my face.
"Team Leader. How many times do I have to say this? You need to set an example for the team. I was wondering where that stench was coming from — turns out it's your feet. Did you ferment soy sauce with those things? They smell like a sewer drain. If the directors come by for evaluations and catch a whiff of your foot odor, they'll run for the hills. Seriously."
At the foot-smell attack, Ayeong's face crumpled like she was one poke away from bursting into tears. She hurriedly stuffed her feet back into her shoes.
"I'm sorry, Sihyun. Wearing heels all day makes my feet hurt so much........."
"Oh, come on, Team Leader. Are you the only one whose feet hurt? I wear dress shoes all day too and my feet hurt. Don't act selfish and tank the team's morale. From now on, keep your shoes on while you work."
Ayeong hung her head and rubbed her calves.
"Yes.........."
Completely dominated, she obeyed like a herbivore in front of a lion.
Deputy Manager Choi Dajeong, who had been listening to Ayeong take the abuse in silence, finally couldn't hold back her rising fury. She snapped at me in a sharp tone.
"Sihyun! Even so, that's too much. How dare you talk to the Team Leader like that!"
You fucking bitch. Coming to Ayeong's rescue, are we? I'd make her regret that soon enough.
Though I had to admit — wearing those sexy clothes with a sulky pout on her face only made her look lewder and more alluring.
"What's wrong with my tone? Just because I'm a subordinate, I'm not allowed to point out when the Team Leader does something wrong? Our company isn't that kind of rigid place. Honestly, maybe I should report this to the directors separately. Did you come from some company full of nothing but old fogeys, Deputy Manager?"
"What! Old fogeys! Did you just say that to me, Yu Sihyun?!"
"No. Since we're on the subject, I've got more to say. Deputy Manager Choi Dajeong. Is this company your adult broadcast studio? You should come to work dressed clean and proper — this isn't a hostess bar. What is that outfit? Don't you agree, Team Leader?"
Ayeong, suddenly caught in the splash zone again, stared at me with blank eyes. She seemed to be wavering — should she side with Choi Dajeong, who'd just defended her, or with me, whose argument was logically sound?
In the original world, she would have backed Choi Dajeong without a second thought. But.........
"Sihyun has a point. Deputy Manager Choi Dajeong, please be more careful with your attire. I actually heard from other team leaders at lunch that neat dress code factors into performance evaluations."
As expected, Ayeong was a smooth operator who knew how to survive in the corporate world. That was how she'd climbed to team leader in the first place. She was razor-sharp about whose side to take for her own benefit.
Choi Dajeong had stepped up to defend Ayeong, only for Ayeong to turn around and snipe her instead. Choi clenched her fists, her face flushed red, trembling with rage.
This bitch can't control her emotions at all. Perfect timing today, you filthy whore.
I dropped my voice into the most punchable tone I could manage.
"Deputy Manager Choi Dajeong? Are you clenching your fists right now? Careful, you might take a swing at our Team Leader. Wow, so our Deputy Manager isn't an old fogey — she just goes around beating up team leaders whenever she feels like it? New-generation office workers punch subordinates when they're annoyed, punch team leaders when they're annoyed. Planning to go full GTA5 office rampage at the company?"
Choi Dajeong, who'd tried to help Ayeong only to get burned herself, shot Ayeong a look of pure resentment. Ayeong avoided those bitter eyes and pretended to bury herself in her work.
Choi Dajeong, you fucking bitch. Ayeong has always been that kind of person. Swallow the sweet, spit out the bitter. Why act so shocked? Don't play the betrayed victim now.
Choi Dajeong turned those fierce eyes back on me. She'd clearly decided she'd taken enough — she was ready for a real fight.
"What! GTA this, GTA that? Fuck, seriously. Sihyun, I've been watching you since this morning. You've only been at this company for a year and you're already running wild with the Team Leader and your seniors? Did you know Yuri — your own peer — cried during the morning meeting because of you? Did you know that or not?"
Whatever she'd been bottling up finally exploded. The words poured out of Choi Dajeong without a single hitch.
Even better. I was going to tear this bitch down in public at least once anyway.
"How is that my fault? Yuri didn't prepare properly for the meeting — that's on her. And weren't we talking about your inappropriate office attire, Deputy Manager Choi? Why change the subject just because you're losing? Aren't you even embarrassed? That white blouse with your huge tits practically spilling out, a red miniskirt, and black fishnet stockings on top of it. Did you come to the office or to a club? Unbelievable. What, planning to shoot a porn video at work?"
Under the relentless dress-code assault, Choi Dajeong lightly covered her massive breasts with her hands.
But fuck. The way she cupped and squeezed them while covering up only made it hotter.
This woman was lewd no matter what she did.