The Goal: Reforming Feminist Sluts into Sensible Women!

The afternoon work hours flew by.

There had been one round of chaos when Assistant Manager Kim Mihui and Deputy General Manager Choi Dajeong went at each other, but Mondays were fundamentally the quietest day of the week at the company.

Assistant Manager Lee Miyoung was still pretending to work while reading 19+ erotic novels from Novelpia.

Assistant Manager Kim Mihui refused to leave her seat, clearly worried someone else in the office might notice she wasn’t wearing panties. Fair enough—the more she walked around, the higher the odds of getting caught.

Assistant Manager Seonghyeon was completely absorbed in figuring out the work his counterpart from this other world had been handling. As expected, Seonghyeon was a diligent man.

Team Leader Kim Ayeong sat at her desk staring at her monitor like a dead mouse. Her period already had her in a foul mood, and she clearly wanted no further part in any more office drama.

Employee Seo Yuri still seemed to be cleaning the supply closet and organizing the inventory lists.

And our Deputy General Manager Choi Dajeong…

She kept glancing at the jacket I’d draped over her, then closed her eyes with a soft little smile.

Fuck. What the hell is wrong with that bitch?

Does she think she’s some seventeen-year-old girl?

Don’t tell me she’s getting all sentimental just because I lent her my jacket for a second?

I really do wonder what goes on inside Choi Dajeong’s head.

I opened the Bojichang that only I could see.

Letters only I could see floated in the air.

“Check character info.”

I looked at Choi Dajeong.

“The woman sitting there with her eyes closed, smiling to herself.”

—Ding!

—Ding!

“Close character info.”

—Beep!

The Bojichang screen visible only to me closed.

Choi Dajeong really was something else.

Every single skill she had was sex-related.

On top of that she even possessed a special move called Storm Hip-Grinding While Spinning Her Waist. What a magnificent feminist slut.

Any man who ran into a bitch like Choi Dajeong would get his balls wrung dry until ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠he passed out.

Especially in this gender-reversed world, a horny slut like her was a walking hazard to every man just by existing.

I couldn’t just leave a queen bee free to roam around devouring every man in sight.

For the sake of all the herbivore men in this gender-reversed world, my resolve to train Choi Dajeong burned hotter than ever.

—Ka-tong, ka-tong!

A KakaoTalk notification chimed.

It was Employee Seo Yuri.

True to her status as a well-trained Number One Slave, Seo Yuri obeyed me without a hint of resistance.

The supply closet was a perfectly sealed space I planned to keep using for training feminist sluts, so I needed to make sure it had been properly cleaned and organized.

I stood up and walked over to Assistant Manager Kim Mihui.

“Assistant Manager Kim Mihui. Seo Yuri says she’s finished organizing the supply closet. Want to come check it with me?”

“Huh? Me too?”

Kim Mihui’s face twisted in discomfort.

She clearly didn’t want to get up if she could help it, terrified someone would notice she wasn’t wearing panties.

“Yes. Since you’re the one who ordered her to do it, of course Master Mihui should come along too.”

Reluctantly, Kim Mihui rose from her seat.

She tugged her miniskirt down as far as it would go.

I watched the sight with open interest.

A short skirt that only half-hid what was underneath was always sexier than being completely naked.

Kim Mihui waddled ahead of me, hips swaying.

High heels, no panties, and a tiny miniskirt. Of course she was hyper-aware of every gaze in the office.

Seo Yuri was already waiting for us in front of the supply closet.

She looked surprised that Kim Mihui had come along as well.

I approached her first with a smile.

“Assistant Manager Kim Mihui wants to check for herself whether you cleaned the closet properly.”

“Ah, yes~”

Seo Yuri opened the supply closet door.

Even though both Kim Mihui and Seo Yuri had pissed bright yellow all over the place earlier, the cleaning had been so thorough that instead of the stench of urine there was only a pleasant fragrance.

On top of that, every item and box had been neatly arranged in its proper place.

Seo Yuri might have a talent for sly fox schemes, but she was also surprisingly competent at actual work—far more capable than I’d expected.

I nodded repeatedly as I praised her.

“Seo Yuri-ssi. You organized the supply closet extremely cleanly. I think you deserve a reward for this. Don’t ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠you agree, Assistant Manager Kim Mihui?”

The moment I praised Seo Yuri, Kim Mihui shot her a jealous look.

“Yes, Sihyun-ssi. Seo Yuri did a good job organizing the closet. Well done, Seo Yuri-ssi.”

Receiving recognition from both me and Kim Mihui made Seo Yuri’s face brighten with pleasure.

Then a cheerful chime rang in my ears.

—Ding!

I selected it without hesitation.

But something felt off this time.

I hadn’t trained Seo Yuri any further, yet her profile had upgraded on its own.

“Confirm.”

The moment I confirmed, Seo Yuri’s character profile spread across a screen only I could see.

Amazingly, Employee Seo Yuri’s slut rank had dropped from D to E.

On top of that, a brand-new exclusive skill called Cleaning had been generated.

And that wasn’t all.

Once Seo Yuri’s Feminist Slut Rank reached F, she would no longer be a feminist slut—she would be reformed into a proper, beautiful, sensible woman of the Republic of Korea.

Yes. This is it!!

This was exactly what I had truly wanted all along.

Not mere revenge against feminist sluts.

The reformation of feminist sluts!

Even if those feminist bitches had tormented me in my original world, simply getting revenge on them in kind left me without a real sense of purpose.

Revenge without purpose inevitably goes off the rails.

But if I could properly re-educate these feminist sluts and reform them into beautiful, sensible women of the Republic of Korea?

That was an entirely different dimension of meaning.

My sense of purpose became crystal clear.

A sense of mission was born.

I would upgrade ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠those psycho feminists who treated men as the enemy with their deranged logic into normal, beautiful, sensible Korean women.

A deep sense of fulfillment welled up inside me.

The truth is, men like women.

People are beings who help and care for one another.

Men and women are both human.

And on top of that, women are an existence that is endlessly attractive to men.

Unless a man is gay, what man out there actually hates women?

What we men hate are those self-absorbed, dogshit-ideology feminist bitches—not women themselves.

But those feminist bitches with their dogshit logic try to lump even normal, beautiful, sensible women into the same “women” cage and force everyone to pick a side between men and women.

Then they sow discord between the sexes while spouting their own twisted logic.

Women are beautiful beings who deserve respect.

But those psycho feminist bitches are a cancer on society who deserve to get the absolute shit beaten out of them over and over again.

Cancer must be treated.

And I am the vaccine and the cure for those psycho feminist bitches.

So in the end, my enemy is not every woman.

My enemy is only those feminist slut bitches who spew dogshit with their psycho logic.

And right now I have been given the power to train those psycho slut feminists and reform them into beautiful, sensible women of the Republic of Korea.

Fuck.

Inside my chest, a blazing passion to train and reform every last feminist slut roared to life.