Chapter 91
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 91
Chapter Title: Second Interview Failure Crisis?
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Time passed, and the day of the interview arrived. Taking the notice's instruction for "light attire" at face value, I headed to the interview venue in nothing but jeans and a white t-shirt—truly casual.
'They're holding the interview in a pretty nice place, huh?......But am I the only one dressed like this?'
When I entered the interview waiting room, it was packed with other applicants there for the Pro Trainer certification, just like me. Unlike me, though, they were all dressed in suits, making my relaxed outfit stand out like a sore thumb.
"Excuse me, are you staff by any chance?"
"No... I'm here for the interview."
"Oh..... I see..."
One applicant mistook me for staff and looked me up and down in surprise when I said I was an applicant.
'Is "light attire" supposed to mean a suit?'
Clueless as I was, it was too late to change into a suit now, so I had no choice but to wait my turn among the other applicants. A few people whispered as they glanced at my clothes, leaving me a bit embarrassed.
'Next time, I should ask Professor Hye-jeong what to wear for interviews like this.....'
Mom had no idea either, so I decided to consult Hye-jeong, the professor who knew all about this stuff, from now on. But as I waited, my turn didn't come as quickly as I'd hoped.
'There sure are a lot of true Masochists trying to become Pro Trainers?'
It wasn't a common path for their type, but Pro Trainers earned far more than most jobs. That meant a more comfortable life than average, so some suppressed their true natures to pursue it.
Of course, by M World standards, applicants were plentiful, but they made up less than 0.06% of the population. And with even fewer passing, it wasn't a job everyone loved.
'I failed the written exam unexpectedly.... but I'm confident in the interview and practical!'
The interview would just probe how badly you wanted to be a Pro Trainer—nothing tough. And for the practical? I'd had more experience than I could count.
"Next up, Kim Taeyang and..."
Finally, my turn came. I strode confidently into the interview room with the two others sharing the slot.
'Hoo...... Should I make the written exam tougher? With all these useless applicants......'
Choi Yi-ji, conducting the Pro Trainer interviews, had already seen over fifty people today—and rejected them all. She sighed.
'Fewer and fewer suitable candidates every year..... At this rate, it'll be hard to maintain the certification quotas...'
Most applicants hesitated at the idea of training others just for the money. None of them impressed her.
'They don't really get what a Pro Trainer is...... Those twin sisters from the last interview haven't done their third round yet, right?..... I hope they debut as Pro Trainers soon...'
The most promising recent applicant had been a pair of twin sisters who looked like kids but perfectly matched her ideal Pro Trainer image. She liked them a lot, but there was no word of their debut yet, which was disappointing.
'It's not just about training others and making money...'
To her, a Pro Trainer wasn't merely someone who did the dirty work others shunned for cash. It was a vital role in upholding society.
And she wasn't wrong. In a world of pure Masochists, society only held together if people kept their reason intact—especially the elite.
The higher up you went, though, the harder stress made that. Masochistic urges often erupted, causing major incidents.
That's where Pro Trainers came in—to vent those urges safely.
Before certification existed, private trainers were scarce, leaving urges unchecked and sparking frequent sex crimes. Pro Trainers had slashed those numbers dramatically.
For the elite, exclusive contracts with favored Pro Trainers made maintaining composure even easier.
So applicants chasing only money wouldn't last—they'd turn sloppy. Her job was to weed them out strictly.
The first written round had pass rates over 90% sometimes, but the second interview? Barely 3% made it through.
"Next, come in."
Just as she was resigning herself to another fruitless day, the new applicants entered, and she blinked in mild surprise.
'A white t-shirt... and jeans?.... First time I've seen someone show up like that...'
Everyone else was suited up, but this one was genuinely casual. His relaxed demeanor piqued her curiosity amid the stiff competition.
'Kim Taeyang.... College student..... Passed the first round on a recommendation? From Choi Soo-hyun, the chairwoman?'
Unlike the others, he'd advanced via recommendation—from the chairwoman, no less. She kept her shock internal and studied him coolly.
'Nothing standout at first glance...... But with the chairwoman's endorsement, I'd better pay close attention.'
"Let's begin the interview..... First question for applicant Kim Cheol-su.... Why do you want to become a Pro Trainer?"
"Yes, I grew up poor as a child......"
Her rote question got a rote answer. Without a second thought, she marked his file rejected.
"So, I'm a total......"
"Got it...... Applicant Kim Young-hee, what efforts have you made to become a Pro Trainer?"
"Well, I......."
The second applicant, a woman, gave the same canned response. Rejected on the spot.
With those two done, it was Taeyang's turn. She leaned in.
"Now.... Applicant Kim Taeyang, what would you do first if you became a Pro Trainer?"
"First thing?..... Hmm..... Probably register a slave right away."
"Register a slave? Who would you register right after becoming a Pro Trainer?"
His short answer stood out—deeper and more unexpected than the others'. Surprised, she pressed further, but his reply shocked her beyond expectation.
"My mom."
'W-what? Did I say something weird?'
When he bluntly said "mom" for who he'd register, the interviewer gaped. So did the other two applicants.
'Not your average answer...... But for a Pro Trainer hopeful, this should be normal......... Right?'
Even Pro Trainers rarely enslaved family—and no one had ever registered their own mom. His response hit like a bombshell.
"A-applicant Kim Taeyang... You can't just lie like that."
"It's not a lie...."
The interviewer clearly didn't buy it, assuming he was bluffing.
"Hoo..... You two, please leave.... Applicant Kim Taeyang, stay behind. Let's talk."
The others exited, leaving just her and me.
"To be direct, I had high hopes with Chairwoman Choi Soo-hyun's recommendation..... But telling obvious lies no one would believe? That's not a good look."
"It's not a lie! I promised to register my mom first and trained her already."
She kept calling me a liar, so I raised my voice in frustration. Still, she looked skeptical.
"Fine, another question...... As a Pro Trainer, how talented do you think you are?"
"The best."
Squirm
I answered without hesitation, but she eyed me like she didn't believe a word.
'Why won't she buy even this?'
Part of me wanted to train the arrogant bitch right there, but she was the interviewer, so I held back.
"Hoo.... Fine..... At least you've got guts, I'll give you that."
'This bitch...'
Her ongoing doubt grated more, fueling my irritation.
"I've never lied..... What would it take to convince you?"
"Hm.... Prove it: Train me right here and make me your slave."
She said it mockingly, implying he'd never dare...
"Alright then."
"Pardon? W-wait, what are you doing!?"
Time to show her the weight of her words—hands-on.
"I was going to hold back...... But sows like you need to learn with their bodies."
"Y-you're really doing it!?❤"
Ignoring her question, I shot up from my seat, strode over, unzipped my pants, and pulled out my half-erect cock.
"I-it's huge❤"
Even flustered, the sight turned the interviewer into a sow before my eyes. I commanded her.
"Get on your knees in front of me, you bitch."