Making Deputy Manager Choi Dajeong a Slave (11)

"Sihyun. You're joking right now, aren't you? What is this? Huh? Sihyun. Undo this right now. I hate this kind of prank."

Deputy Manager Choi Dajeong stared at the shackle restraining her right hand, her eyes filled with unease.

"Ah, yes. Deputy Manager. I can be a bit of a tease, can't I? But this is just my kind of taste."

Still uneasy, yet with a touch more composure now, Choi Dajeong curved her lips into a seductive smile.

"So you're into the dominating side too, Sihyun? Same here. Honestly, I've only ever been the one doing the training. Being on the receiving end is a first for me… Go easy on me, all right?"

This perverted slut of a bitch.

Even in a situation like this, all this whore can think about is sex.

Her face was flushed and heated, her hips rocking restlessly — she was unmistakably aroused.

"Ah. Yes. Don't worry. You won't die, at least."

"S-Sihyun, your jokes are awfully vicious."

*Click!*

I locked her left arm into the shackle chained to the bed as well.

*Click! Click!*

Then I lifted her firm, shapely thighs and fastened both ankles into the remaining shackles. At last, everything was perfectly prepared for the training game.

Before the real training began, I first called up the Bojichang — visible ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠only to me — to review the information on the slut currently bound to the bed, Deputy Manager Choi Dajeong, who was still gazing at me with that seductive look.

Letters only I could see floated in midair.

"Check character info."

I looked at Choi Dajeong.

"The slut Choi Dajeong tied to the bed."

*Ding!*

*Ding!*

"Close character info."

*Beep!*

The Bojichang screen, visible only to me, closed.

Even though I hadn't really done much yet, Choi Dajeong's training progress had already climbed to ten percent. Probably because I'd uncovered a new sexual preference of hers — some kind of bonus had kicked in.

And a weakness that hadn't shown up during the day had been added. Her weak points weren't just those cow-like massive breasts. Her neck was one too.

Hmm. Her neck, huh?

I was still thinking over how to train her when Choi Dajeong spoke up carefully.

"Sihyun. What are you thinking so hard about? Aren't we starting the SM play?"

This slut of a bitch.

She's the one begging to be trained first.

Of course, the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠training she had in mind and the training I had planned were completely different things.

I stepped closer to her, smiling gently as I spoke in a soft voice.

"You have to build a little anticipation before a session starts, don't you? That's what makes it fun. Right? And from now on, Deputy Manager Choi Dajeong is my slave. So from here on out, you call me Master. Otherwise… who knows what kind of punishment I'll hand down. You understand?"

Choi Dajeong licked her red lips with her tongue, clearly aching for sex, and answered.

"A-all right. When I do SM play, I make the guys call me Queen too, so."

I gave her a cool little smile. She looked back at me with those seductive eyes.

I approached her slowly and caressed her sexy face. She gazed up at me, eyes full of eager anticipation.

And then —

I slapped her across the face with everything I had.

*SMACK!!!!*

The sharp, wet crack of the blow rang through the motel room.

Choi Dajeong stared up at me with reddened cheeks and a look of pure, bewildered injustice. The slap had been so hard that tears looked ready to spill from her big eyes at any second.

"Sihyun, why are you suddenly doing this?"

Without a word, I raised my hand again and smashed the other side of her face with full force.

*Crack!*

Her cheek flushed a deep red. Confusion flooded her expression.

"S… Sihyun…"

*SMACK!!!!!

"S-stop…"

*SMAAACK!!!*

After taking four consecutive full-power slaps, Choi Dajeong glared at me with murderous eyes and screamed.

"Y-you fucking son of a bitch!!! What the hell do you think you're doing?!"

*Clatter-clatter, rattle. Clank. Clank!

She thrashed against her restraints, and the iron links of the shackles binding her hands and feet rattled and shook, producing a thoroughly satisfying sound.

I drew my right hand back again and cracked her across the cheek with everything I had.

*SMAAACK!

Her cheek swelled red; her face was a wreck. She looked up at me with eyes full of fear.

"P-please. Stop hitting me…"

Still hasn't figured out the situation?

I raised my hand once more, and she squeezed her eyes shut in a hurry.

"Please stop hitting me. Master!"

Only then did I lower my hand. I stroked her cheek and whispered.

"Aww, why so dramatic, Deputy Manager? I barely tapped your cheek."

She bit down hard on her lip, looking thoroughly wronged.

"You full-swung my face with everything you had. And you're calling that a tap? Sihyun — ah, no. Master?"

Not wanting another hit, she tacked "Master" onto the end of every sentence now.

Of course, she'd started calling me Master — but it still wasn't coming from the heart. Not yet.

Yeah. That's how slave training always goes.

Nobody is born a first-class slave.

Choi Dajeong will get used to calling me Master soon enough. Just like Assistant Manager Kim Mihui. Just like employee Seo Yuri.

All right. Let's count.

One, two, three…

The active skill effect should have kicked in by now.

I smiled leisurely, opened the camera app on my phone, and held it so she could see her own face.

The moment Choi Dajeong checked her reflection through the camera, she examined her face in disbelief and muttered to herself.

"Fuck. There's no way. There's no way…"

Naturally — thanks to the active effect of the Blazing Slap skill — there wasn't a single mark on her face. Not even a flush of red.

I smiled coldly, raised my hand toward her again, and said,

"Deputy Manager. SM play is fun, isn't it? It's my first time, and I'm having way too much fun."

Instead of answering, she stared at my raised hand with eyes full of terror and thrashed wildly, trying to escape the shackles binding her.

But all that came was the sound of iron — clank, clank, rattle… — and nothing more. Choi Dajeong could not free herself from the shackles.

I savored the way she looked at me — the eyes of a herbivore about to be devoured by a tiger, drowning in pure terror — then slowly lowered my hand.

"You're so good at acting scared, Deputy Manager. It's actually getting me even more worked up. You really must have done a lot of SM play before."

Once I put my raised hand back down, some of the tension finally drained from her. She drew a deep breath and let it out.

"Let's stop this kind of play now…"

The moment she started to say it, I made her an offer at the same time.

Having her submit too cleanly is boring.

Letting her keep the delusion that she's still on top — then slowly grinding her mind into dust — is far more intoxicating.

"Deputy Manager. I think I actually prefer being on the receiving end more than the dominating side. How about we do a little more of your M-play, then switch roles?"

Whatever she'd been about to say vanished. She nodded with fierce enthusiasm.

"Yes. Yes. Master. Please torment me more and enjoy yourself, then let's switch roles. Master."

Fucking bitch.

Right now, the only thing in this whore's head is tormenting me and feeding her own perverted urges.

A game without hope is no fun.

True despair and frustration come when hope appears — then gets crushed without mercy.

If there's no hope at all from the start, a slave just gives up on the game entirely.

So to properly wreck a slave's mind, you feed them something delicious enough to make them lose their senses — then snatch it away after nothing more than a taste.

I put on the clueless, dense act of this world's Yu Sihyun again and spoke to her.

"Deputy Manager, hearing you call me Master is seriously turning me on. I've dreamed of having sex with you ever since the original world — and it's finally coming true."

Choi Dajeong's confidence that any man would automatically want her and crave her body was absurdly strong. So she didn't sense anything off about what I was saying.

"If you'd looked this fucking fuckable and sexy back in the original world too, Sihyun — no, Master — I would have ridden you a hundred times over."

True to form for a woman obsessed with sex with handsome men, she answered with pure filth.

Fuck.

No matter how sexy you look, I wouldn't touch a filthy slut like you even if you paid me.

I looked down at Choi Dajeong, bound in her shackles, and slowly began undoing the buttons of her white blouse.

She swallowed hard, her throat bobbing, and stared up at me.

*Pop-pop-pop!*

The last button of her white blouse came free, and her full, firm, pale, massive breasts spilled into view in all their glory.