Making Deputy Manager Choi Dajeong a Slave (16)
Just as I'd suspected, the reason the women on my team at the company had ostracized me was Deputy Manager Choi Dajeong's gaslighting.
She had skillfully manipulated their opinions of me until I was treated like absolute garbage, all while tightening her own grip on the rest of the female staff.
A selfish bitch who only cared about making herself look good, no matter who got crushed in the process.
Fucking hell.
I wanted to tear this piece-of-shit woman apart.
The most dangerous people in the world are the ones who approach you offering unexplained kindness. They smile on the outside while nursing something vile underneath. Anyone who goes out of their way to do more than necessary, pretending they want nothing in return, is usually carrying a snake coiled in their heart.
Classic examples: most investment scammers. And people like Deputy Manager Choi Dajeong, who use gentle types as stepping stones, cutting them down just so they can shine brighter themselves.
In a way, every single hardship I'd suffered in this world traced straight back to this milk-dispensing vending machine currently squirting breast milk while her tits got squeezed dry—Deputy Manager Choi Dajeong.
She'd plied me with drinks, pretended to comfort me, and coaxed me into airing every grievance I had about the other women on the team. Like an idiot, I'd trusted this bat-like bitch and poured out every complaint I was holding inside.
I'd actually believed her when she swore it would stay our secret until the day we died.
Fuck........
And the result? She'd taken everything I'd said, piled on her own seasoning, and snitched to the rest of the team. Looking at it that way, the women bullying and freezing me out had almost been inevitable.
That fucking bitch Choi Dajeong.
I'd originally planned to wrap up her training after just milking her breasts. But seeing her half out of her mind and confessing everything, that alone wasn't going to satisfy me.
I raised the whip and brought it down hard across Deputy Manager Choi Dajeong's ass.
Whoosh!
The sound of it slicing the air sent a rush of pleasure through me.
Crack!!!
The black switch lashed across her plump, bouncy rear. She jerked her hips and let out a filthy moan.
"Hiiik... haaah! Hnnngh......"
On top of that, thick white milk poured from her stiff nipples—clamped tight in the red clips—like a sudden downpour, sticky streams running down her full breasts.
"W-why are you hitting me? Hnngh. You said you'd set me free now. Hic."
Clear tears welled in her large, seductive eyes.
I smiled coldly.
"I changed my mind. Looking at that arrogant gleam in your eyes made me want to train you even more. How about it? Grateful, aren't you?"
"Th-that's ridiculous...... There's no way I'd be grateful. Please, just untie me already. At least take off these red clips biting into my breasts, you son of a bitch! Hic. My tits feel like they're going to keep spraying and spraying forever....."
I cracked the whip against my own palm a couple of times—snap, snap—and issued a warning.
"As expected, Deputy Manager Choi Dajeong still can't read the room. All right. From now on I'm going to train you properly, so start by calling me Master. Slave bitch Choi Dajeong."
"M-Master? What kind of perverted crap is that? Let's just end this SM game already. Sihyun. I was completely wrong, okay? Really. Please, just forgive me this once. I won't ever look down on you again........"
I raised the whip again and swung it with everything I had against her plump, springy ass.
Whirr~ Crack!!!!
My aim had improved a little; I landed a clean hit right on the sensitive spot around her anus.
"Hnnnngh! Hic. S-save me. Somebody..... Hic.. Hnnngh."
When I lifted the whip once more toward her pale rear, she hurriedly cried out.
"M-Master!! Master. Please stop whipping me."
Finally she was starting to grasp her place as a slave.
I found a pair of white silk gloves in the SM room, slipped them on, and stroked her pale, bouncy ass as I spoke.
"See? Isn't it so much better when you pure-heartedly admit you're nothing but a filthy bitch slave? Right, Deputy Manager Choi Dajeong?"
As my silk-gloved hand—soft yet stimulating—caressed and violated her rear, she panted roughly.
"Y-yes... hnn... M-Master. Please, just forgive me now. Master......."
The word "Master" was beginning to slip more naturally from her seductive red lips.
As expected, no bitch slave can endure a proper whipping.
I looked around the SM motel room again and spotted something interesting.
A pink tube filled with a viscous-looking liquid labeled pheromone oil. The price tag stuck to it was pretty steep. But since Deputy Manager Choi Dajeong would be footing the bill anyway, it didn't matter.
Pssshhh—glug glug glug!
I liberally squeezed the pheromone oil onto my silk-gloved hand and approached her.
She was kneeling on all fours on the bed in the most vulgar pose, presenting her plump, bouncy ass to me. Red welts from the switch stood out lewdly against the pale skin. Her large, firm breasts still wore the red clips, and sticky white milk continued to drip drop by drop onto the sheets like a milk-vending machine.
It was an utterly obscene sight.
Even more striking was her face—seductive and filthy. Large, alluring eyes with a few tears clinging to the lashes, shame written all over her lust-soaked features.
If I hadn't still carried the memories of how mercilessly this woman had treated Yu Sihyun in the original world, anyone would have charged in right then and fucked her senseless, hips slamming until she passed out.
That thought sparked an amusing idea.
Spending a bit of the expensive pheromone oil felt wasteful, but knowing she was the root cause of my ostracism in this world, ending things at the same level I'd punished the other women simply wouldn't cut it.
I opened my phone and started digging through internet sites.
Even in a gender-reversed world, there were still men driven mad by lust. Most of them would be a far cry from Deputy Manager Choi Dajeong's pretty-boy preferences, of course.
In original-world terms........
Ugh. Just thinking about it made me want to vomit—those filthy, lonely mega-thot types.
So I was genuinely curious what kind of party members would show up in this reversed world to raid the sexy succubus boss monster known as Deputy Manager Choi Dajeong.
Either way, I posted her lewd photos on a site where men gathered—men whose lust had piled up with nowhere to go because even in a gender-reversed world they still couldn't get a woman.
The response was explosive.
I picked three out of those six and sent them the exact hotel location along with Deputy Manager Choi Dajeong's phone number.
Everything was ready now........
I walked back over to her—half-conscious, face buried in the mattress, panting—and began thoroughly coating her massive breasts with the sticky gel still on my hands.
She cracked her large, fox-like eyes into slits and looked up at me with a vulgar expression.
"Hnnnngh. M-Master. Everywhere your hands touch is so sensitive I feel like I'm going crazy. Please forgive me. Hnngh........"
I ignored her filthy whining and this time dumped the entire remaining tube of sticky gel straight onto her plump, bouncy ass.
Pssshhh~ glug glug glug~
The gel poured out of the tube like a waterfall, cascading over her pale, springy rear with an obscene sound. The slick, slippery stuff coated not only her full white ass but also her seductive black mesh panties and overflowed into the secret place between her legs.
"Hnnngh. M-Master. Are you finally ready to...... violate me? Haaah.. hnn."
She looked up at me with faintly expectant, seductive eyes.
She seemed to have grown fairly used to being my slave; the word "Master" now rolled off her tongue naturally.
And right then—
Ding-dong! Ding-dong! Ding-dong!
The SM motel doorbell rang.