Making Deputy Manager Choi Dajeong a Slave (14)

What I showed Deputy Manager Choi Dajeong was a small, round camera.

"What's that? Why are you showing it to me?"

As if Deputy Manager Choi Dajeong wouldn't know what it was. She simply had no idea what footage was stored inside, so she was trying to play dumb for now.

Without a word I pulled out my phone, switched on Bluetooth, and connected it to the tiny circular camera. A video file transferred from the miniature camera to my phone and began to play.

Naturally, the video contained the scene of Deputy Manager Choi Dajeong sexually assaulting me by force at Daraejeong. Watching the footage, she turned to me with panicked eyes.

"Sihyun, what the hell is this? When did you film this? Fuck."

I smiled coldly and pressed her.

"What do you think it is? Evidence for the police—a video file of a superior sexually harassing her subordinate."

Deputy Manager Choi Dajeong's face crumpled like a used tissue. She had finally grasped the situation.

"Don't tell me... from Daraejeong onward you deliberately acted like you were being harassed and set a trap for me? You're going to submit this file to the police station and send me to prison?"

I stroked her sexy face with one hand as I continued.

"Whether you go to prison or not is entirely up to you, Deputy Manager Dajeong."

Her gaze wavered violently. The entire video of her sexually assaulting me had already been recorded. It was so blatant that it was perfect evidence that could put her behind bars for sexual harassment without any ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠loopholes.

"Sihyun. You seem to be looking down on me, but the chief of Seochongu Police Station is in my network. So if you think a little video like that can send me to prison, you're dead wrong. Got it?"

These days the Seochongu police chief was the subject of a lot of talk. People called him the origin of corruption. Of course, that only applied in the original world.

"Sorry, Deputy Manager Dajeong, but that was before you were transmigrated into this world. In this world right now, how can you be sure you even have a connection with that Seochongu police chief? Right? And even if you do, when a woman sexually assaults a man in this world, the minimum sentence is ten years. Ten years! It's not a charge you can just slip out of with connections."

There was no hole in my argument. Deputy Manager Choi Dajeong bit down hard on her red lips.

"You fucking bastard. You planned this from the company and lured me into a trap, didn't you? The dinner invitation, coming to the motel and suggesting SM play—it was all just you toying with me. Son of a bitch..."

I clapped my hands together—clap, clap, clap!—and needled her with pure sarcasm.

"Wow~ Deputy Manager Dajeong. You only just figured that out? You're so smart."

She glared at me with eyes flushed red from rage. Fuck, the expression on Choi Dajeong's face right now was exactly the look of someone who felt wronged and seething with resentment—the expression I had always wanted to see. I knew it well, because it was exactly how I felt every single time those fucking feminist bitches screwed me over in the original world.

"You son of a bitch. From the start you never liked me and never planned to have sex, yet you seduced me like a flower snake?"

"Is that even a question? Why would I have sex with a despicable, vulgar bitch like Deputy Manager Choi Dajeong? Do you think someone like you and someone like me even match? We're on completely different levels. Starting with looks."

"You bastard... for real... Fuck. People aren't dolls. Don't play with someone's feelings, you fucking piece of shit!"

Tears welled faintly at the corners of her eyes. Haa. What was this? So Deputy Manager Choi Dajeong had been a little sincere with me this time? But who was the fucking bitch who first played with someone's feelings?

"Does Deputy Manager Choi Dajeong even have the right to say that to me? Including the me from the original world, aren't you ashamed to say that to all the men you've toyed with?"

Under my fact-bombing she couldn't say a word and hung her head low. You fucking bitch. Now that you're on the receiving end, you finally understand how shitty it feels to have your heart played with, right? Looking at the pitiful expression on Choi Dajeong's face made me feel completely refreshed.

She kept her head down, thought for a moment, then snapped back with a sharp voice.

"Fuck. Fine. I was wrong. Sihyun. I'm sorry for toying with you back in the original world. If you've gotten your revenge, you should let me go now. Are you really going to be this childish? I've already taken enough. Enough already."

You've taken enough, so let you go now? Haa........ Not a chance. When I think about how I was ostracized and suffered under the other team members at the company because of you, Choi Dajeong, you fucking bitch, the humiliation I've given you so far isn't even a drop in the ocean. And I still have a duty as a trainer to discipline and reform Deputy Manager Choi Dajeong.

"Sorry, Choi Dajeong, but I'm a little childish. I haven't gotten even a single bit of my revenge out yet. So, Deputy Manager Choi Dajeong, I can keep playing with you, right? ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Just like you said—because I'm a pathetic man who's childish."

Her pupils widened. Fear showed on her face.

"You crazy bastard. Stop it already!"

Without a word I grabbed the hem of her short miniskirt and looked at her. She thrashed and shouted.

"H-hey, don't! I've already gone as far as I can go. If you torment me any more........."

"If I torment you?"

With those words I yanked her miniskirt straight down.

Sssslip!

The miniskirt came off, revealing her lewd black mesh panties and her pure-white, sexy thighs right before my eyes. To any man ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠who didn't know her despicable, wicked side, she would have looked sexy and alluring enough to make him drool.

I slowly rose from my seat and began walking around the SM motel room, searching for something suitable. Left half-naked in nothing but her sexy mesh panties, Choi Dajeong watched me with anxious eyes.

"Sihyun. Wh-what are you doing? Let's talk this out, okay? Sihyun. I was completely wrong. Just undo these shackles first. Please........"

I pretended not to hear her voice and ignored her, strolling slowly through the SM motel room until I finally found what I wanted and picked it up.

"First, shall we shut that vulgar ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠mouth of yours that's making so much noise, Deputy Manager Dajeong?"

I held a black leather gag fitted with a red ball and walked toward her with a cold smile.

"H-hey, don't! Stay away. You fucking bastard. What are you trying to dooo!"

She whimpered and barked like a dog, but it didn't last long. I forced the bright-red ball into her mouth and fastened the black leather straps. She thrashed and tried to scream.

"Mmmph. Mmmph!!!!!! Mmph-mmph!"

But the only sounds she could make were crude "mmmph!" noises. Finally some quiet. As expected, the best way to deal with a whore-like bitch who only knows how to spew vulgar words is to restrain her mouth.

Looking at the now much quieter Choi Dajeong, I began searching for the next item I would use to train her. I walked with interest through the space filled with SM toys, then looked back at her. She was panting as she stared at me—a vulgar sight with the red ball gag in her mouth and her large, firm white breasts fully exposed. Add the slim waistline and perfect hips, and the way she wore those lewd black mesh panties made her look exactly like a female actress from a dirty Japanese SM porn video that any man would get hard over.

I turned on my phone, carefully adjusted the focus, and pressed the record button. Of course, this time the title was Slave Collection Vol. 3.

What would be the most appropriate toy to turn Choi Dajeong into a first-class bitch slave? Then I spotted a long, sturdy-looking black toy hanging on one wall and my eyes lit up. Yes—for a disobedient bitch, the whip is the medicine.

I walked over with deliberate steps, picked up the long black whip that looked like something used to train horses, and Choi Dajeong screamed around the red ball gag.

"Mmmph. Haa-mmph. Haa-mmmph!!!"

But I couldn't understand a word a bitch said, so I ignored her as usual. I raised the whip and lightly struck my own palm a few times.

Whoosh, crack!

Whirr, snap!

The sound was satisfyingly crisp. Choi Dajeong, however, seemed not to like the whip's sound at all; her expression grew steadily stiffer. I playfully swung the whip as I approached her and loosened the shackles binding her feet and hands.

Clatter!

With that sound the restraints on her feet and hands went slack. Then I spoke to her sharply.

"Deputy Manager Dajeong, get on all fours like a bitch so that your vulgar ass is facing me."

She shook her head hard, showing strong refusal. I shrugged as if there was nothing I could do.

"You don't want to? Then I guess I have no choice. I'll just leave Deputy Manager Choi Dajeong tied up in the motel and head to the police station. If I present the video of you sexually assaulting me as evidence, you'll probably rot in a cell for at least ten years. I wonder if prison life will suit you. Well, there should be plenty of lesbians there too, so you won't get bored. I'll be going now."

I put the whip back in its place and moved to open the motel door and leave. Choi Dajeong urgently screamed.

"Haa-mmph. Mmmph. Mmmmph!!!!!"

I still couldn't understand bitch-speak, but from her actions it looked like she was ready to receive training. Choi Dajeong herself vulgarly presented her ass to me and got down on all fours in the posture of a bitch ready to be punished.

I closed the motel door I had opened, picked up the whip again, and walked toward Choi Dajeong, who was presenting her plump, firm ass to me. She looked at me with eyes that held a faint heat mixed in.