Making Deputy Manager Choi Dajeong a Slave (3)
Assistant Manager Kim Mihui raised her hand again, ready to slap Deputy Manager Choi Dajeong across the face.
I rushed forward, caught Kim Mihui's wrist, and spoke with deliberate authority.
"Assistant Manager Kim Mihui, that's enough, don't you think? Everyone's watching."
Kim Mihui still hadn't cooled down. She tried to shake free of my grip on her right hand, trembling as she looked up at me. Murder was in her eyes.
Huh? Kim Mihui. You dare look at your Master with that murderous glare?
I leaned down and whispered into her ear.
"You fucking bitch, you wanna die? Drop those eyes before I make you piss yourself."
Only then did Kim Mihui seem to fully come back to her senses. She couldn't dare meet my gaze and hung her head low.
As expected — once fear had been imprinted, it still answered even when Kim Mihui was worked up.
I took her by the arm and slowly helped her to her feet. Kim Mihui didn't resist; she quietly got off Choi Dajeong's body and stood up.
Choi Dajeong was gasping for breath, covering her face with both hands as she crouched on the floor.
"Hah… hah… Fuck……… sob…"
Being slapped by Kim Mihui — lower in rank and younger than her — seemed to have dealt Choi Dajeong a serious psychological blow.
"That worthless bitch talking shit……."
Kim Mihui, on the other hand, having finally gotten to slap Choi Dajeong, seemed to have burned off some of the stress that had built up today. She let out a long breath — hoo~ — and went back to sit at her desk.
Employees from other teams who'd missed the entertaining fight came swarming around our Development Business Department.
"What happened?"
"I heard Deputy Manager Choi Dajeong and Assistant Manager Kim Mihui went at it?"
"Just now those two were going at each other like crazy."
"Wow, I thought I was watching UFC at the office."
"Ah, damn. Did anyone get video?"
Team Leader Kim Ayeong looked at the crowd of other teams' employees and shouted.
"What are you all gawking at! Get back to your seats and do your work. Don't come loitering around other teams for no reason!"
Only after Kim Ayeong finished yelling did the other teams' employees return to their own desks.
Honestly, fighting and brawling at a company — not a school — wasn't a common occurrence, so it was enough of a spectacle to draw a crowd.
I held out a tissue to Choi Dajeong, who was still covering her face with both hands, tears dripping through her fingers.
"Wipe your tears with this, Deputy Manager."
Choi Dajeong looked up at me with eyes that had lost much of their hostility as she took the tissue.
If I hadn't stopped Kim Mihui, Choi Dajeong would have gotten the absolute shit slapped out of her. In a way, I was the one who'd saved her from the humiliation she was about to suffer.
I crouched down to match her eye level and said with a smile,
"Deputy Manager. Our pretty Dajeong's face is all scrunched up. Don't cry. There, there~"
Choi Dajeong stopped mid-sob and stared straight at my face. Then, almost without meaning to, she broke into a slight smile.
As expected — this world's Yu Sihyun's pretty-boy smile can make even a crying woman smile.
"Deputy Manager, why don't we go up to the rooftop for a bit so you can collect yourself."
I took Choi Dajeong's hand and helped her up. She quietly took mine and rose to her feet.
I smiled at Kim Ayeong.
"I'll just step up to the rooftop with Deputy Manager Choi Dajeong for a moment. She doesn't seem fully settled yet. I'll chat with her a bit to help her feel better and come back down."
Kim Ayeong nodded with an awkward smile.
"Yes, please take care of her, Mr. Yu Sihyun……. Dajeong, you rest a bit too and come back down."
As I walked toward the elevator holding Dajeong's hand, I glanced at Kim Mihui. She happened to be looking at the two of us as well.
I mouthed the words to her: Good job.
That bitch of a dog had briefly lost it and talked back to her Master in the middle of things — but either way, she'd created the situation I'd intended.
Kim Mihui looked at me and Choi Dajeong with intrigued eyes, the kind of look that said she could already guess what was about to happen. Then she bowed her head toward me.
—Ding!
Supporting Choi Dajeong, I boarded the elevator. Fortunately, it was empty.
I looked at her with a meaningful gaze.
"Deputy Manager. Feeling a bit better?"
Choi Dajeong drew a deep breath and let it out.
"Yes……. By the way, thank you, Sihyun. If it weren't for you, that fucking bitch Kim Mihui would have really made a spectacle of me today."
"Oh, come on. Of course I should help — we're on the same team."
—Ding!
As we chatted lightly, the elevator arrived at the rooftop before I knew it. Choi Dajeong and I stepped off and walked side by side.
It being late afternoon, the sunlight wasn't too strong, and the weather was just right.
I spoke to her in a soft, gentle voice.
"Deputy Manager. How about a cigarette? I've been vaping this lately."
I pulled an e-cigarette from my pocket and put it between my lips. Choi Dajeong also took out a cigarette and skillfully slipped it between her red lips.
Honestly, when you look into it, there's not a single bitch in this company who doesn't smoke.
—Click!
I pulled a lighter from my jacket and lit her cigarette.
"Hoo……."
Choi Dajeong took a satisfying drag and blew out the smoke.
I raised my hand and gently stroked her still slightly swollen cheek.
"Ah, seriously, that fucking bitch Kim Mihui. How dare she hit our Dajeong's little face……."
Choi Dajeong flinched in surprise at my hand on her cheek, then soon surrendered her face to my touch.
"Sihyun, I didn't realize before, but looking at you today — you're totally sweet."
Fucking bitch.
As expected, she's so full of herself she thinks I'm actually into her and fussing over her.
Of course, Choi Dajeong's looks were sexy enough to bewitch men like a nine-tailed fox, and her body — those huge collarbone-to-hip curves, massive tits and a plump ass — was an undeniable fact.
But that was only when I didn't know what this bitch was really like. To me, who already knew she seduced men like a fox and toyed with them like playthings, Choi Dajeong's sexy looks and body weren't the least bit alluring.
Moreover, compared to Yeseul or Sena, who I was currently in contact with, her looks were several tiers lower.
So there was only one reason I was treating Choi Dajeong well right now.
To take revenge on this bat-like bitch the exact same way I'd been treated in my original world — and turn her into my slave.
That was my sole purpose.
To do that, I first needed to approach her and put her mind at ease. So she wouldn't snitch on her teammates' weaknesses to a hostile Yu Sihyun.
I stroked Choi Dajeong's face, then put on an expression as if I'd been completely captivated, staring intently at her.
A faint smile rose to her lips.
What she's feeling right now is: This bastard fell for me too. How should I play with him?
"Sihyun. Why are you staring at someone's face like that. You're making me embarrassed. Is there something on my face?"
I pretended to be startled and cleared my throat.
"No. Just… because you're pretty………."
I deliberately said the word "pretty" so quietly it was barely audible. Then I immediately continued.
"By the way — Team Leader Ayeong and Assistant Manager Kim Mihui both. Aren't they being too much to you, Deputy Manager Dajeong? Well, earlier I was also tearing into Team Leader Ayeong, and I got heated and said those things because you interrupted in the middle. But honestly, I get really excited and like it when you come to work dressed so sexily, Deputy Manager. But those two, maybe because their bodies can't measure up to yours, when I egged them on they lit up like crazy and went off about your outfit, didn't they?"
As expected, Choi Dajeong was an attention whore — she seemed to hear nothing except dressed sexily and I get excited and your body is good.
"Oh my. Sihyun. You get excited every morning wondering what I'll wear to work? And do I really have a better body than Assistant Manager Kim Mihui or Team Leader Ayeong?"
Well, even if Choi Dajeong's face fell short of Kim Mihui's, it was true her body was better.
I casually ran my eyes over her figure as I spoke.
"Come on, is that even a question. Where do you compare a voluptuous, workout-toned body like yours, Deputy Manager, to Team Leader Ayeong or Assistant Manager Mihui."
Even as I looked her up and down, she didn't mind at all — rather, she thrust out her chest and hips more proudly to show them off.
I mean, if this were the original world, wouldn't this be like a ridiculously pretty young woman looking at her male workplace superior with lewd eyes and praising his body?
"Oh my, honey. Stop with the jokes……. By the way, like you said, that fucking bitch Kim Ayeong. Seriously. I stepped in to help you and got beaten by that fucking bitch Kim Mihui, and she just stood there watching. On top of that, she flipped out about me talking casually to Kim Mihui……. That fucking bitch talks casually to me and Kim Mihui every day herself."
I deliberately put on a show of looking around.
"Deputy Manager Dajeong, someone might overhear — is it okay to trash-talk the Team Leader so openly here? Instead of this, let's talk about that stuff after work when we meet at Daraejeong. Like I said this morning, they have private rooms there………."
Unlike her morning reaction, Choi Dajeong's eyes lit up seductively at the words "private room."
"Yeah, okay. Sihyun. Private room sounds good. Well, walls have ears……. Gotta be careful."
"Yes, Deputy Manager Dajeong. Over drinks. Just the two of us, all sorts of intimate………."
I deliberately said "intimate" and cut myself off there.
Choi Dajeong looked at me with slightly excited eyes.
"Intimate?"