Manager App - Chapter 11
“W-what?! Why are you staring at me like that? Trying to scare me? Ha, that's hilarious! You think I'll be intimidated?!”
Under my gaze, Yu Seoyeon shouted loudly, growling like she refused to back down even an inch, as if she couldn't bear to lose.
“...A bastard like you should be thrown in jail and executed! Got it? This is a crime!”
“I see. So it is a crime.”
“What? Finally scared? You pervert! Begging now won't help. You think I'll let you off?”
She yelled all this with her nose in the air. Her attitude was so ridiculous that laughter bubbled up in my throat. I barely suppressed it and opened my mouth.
“Fine, let's say it is a crime. So how do you plan to track me down, Yu Seoyeon?”
“What?”
“Actually, something else first.”
I took a step toward her and continued.
“...Do you know who I am?”
“H-how the hell would I know that?”
“Then next question. Do you know where you are?”
“T-that's...”
“Last question. How do you think I brought you here?”
“...”
With these three questions, Yu Seoyeon's mouth clamped shut. Her face gradually drained of color—she was finally grasping her situation.
“Actually, I have a question.”
“...”
“What do you think happens if I kill you?”
I asked in a voice laced with amusement, picking up the whip hanging on the wall.
“...Let me ask you, Yu Seoyeon. How many lashes can you take?”
As I swung the whip, it cracked through the air with a sharp whoosh! and struck the floor.
“Kyaaak!”
A piercing scream escaped her lips at the same time.
“Shall we start with one?”
“W-wait! Just a second...! Kyak!”
Despite her attempts to stop me, I swung the whip anyway. Of course, I didn't hit her body. The point was just to draw out her fear.
“Could you shut that mouth? It's throwing off my focus, and I keep missing. If I accidentally hit your face, your neck could snap. You don't want just one lash, do you?”
Tears welled up in her eyes at my words.
“I-I'm sorry! Let me go now, and I'll forgive you! I won't say anything to the police!”
“Isn't your apology a bit late? And what's with the casual tone? Is that how you beg for forgiveness?”
“T-that's...”
“Yu Seoyeon.”
“Hiiik!”
As I called her name and reached out, a shrill squeak leaked from her lips.
“Stay still. It'll be over soon. Just a few lashes.”
“P-please spare me... Waaah, please spare me.”
“Crying already? I haven't even started.”
“I did wrong! Please spare me. Hng, waa...”
She burst into sobs, pleading with me. It felt too easy, and I lost a bit of steam. But only for a moment. I whispered in a gentle, pitying tone.
“Alright, you seem remorseful, so I'll forgive you.”
“Really?”
Her head snapped up at the word “forgive.” It felt like a performance, like she was acting. This girl's putting on a fake show, the thought hit me naturally. It was so infuriating I almost whipped her for real, but I pushed the urge aside. If I actually hit her, her body might not hold up. She could end up with serious injuries on her neck or face, just like I'd said.
“Of course. But since you did wrong, you still need punishment.”
“P-punishment?”
“Yes.”
With that, I reached out and stripped off her top.
“Kyaaak!”
A fairly luxurious bra and a well-maintained figure came into view.
This...
Her body had no excess fat, and just looking at it drew a quiet gasp of admiration. Her breasts were a bit smallish, but impressive for a Korean woman.
I swallowed dryly and examined her upper body. She hunched her shoulders shyly, her face flushing under my gaze.
“Quite the well-kept figure.”
“W-what are you doing...?”
“Giving you punishment, of course. Just checking first.”
I reached out and grabbed her breast. The smooth texture of the bra and the softness beneath transmitted to my hand.
“Hng!”
She bit her lip hard and shuddered at my touch.
“Looks like you've lived an easy life without hard labor. Ever had a part-time job?”
“...”
“Don't want to answer?”
I squeezed harder, and she writhed with an “Auk!”
“N-never! Not once!”
“Not even once?”
“Yeah, never! Fuck, happy now? Stop it! It hurts!”
Tears glistened as she yelled, glaring at me with fiery eyes.
What a brat...
Hard to believe this was the same girl sobbing and begging moments ago.
Personality disorder? Or just plain crazy? Maybe both. Anyway, I loosened my grip and spoke.
“You grew up quite privileged.”
“What? Jealous? Then you should've been born to rich parents too!”
“No, I don't blame you at all, Yu Seoyeon. Parent-child bonds are heaven's will. Who am I to judge?”
With that, I unhooked her bra. It clicked and fell to her knees.
“...But you need to learn some manners.”
“Kyaaaak!”
I pinched her nipple between thumb and forefinger, then yanked hard. A massive scream erupted from her lips as if she'd been waiting for it. Her head threw back, body trembling violently—it must hurt like hell.
“Aaaak! S-stop! Stop!!”
When I figured she couldn't take more, I released it and spoke.
“Is that how you treat a lady old enough to be your mother?”
I stared at her pain-twisted face.
“L-lady? What?”
“Don't you remember? Should I pull until you do?”
As my hand moved back toward her chest, she quickly shouted.
“I-it came back! The lady at the restaurant, right? But she started it! I did nothing wrong!”
“Sure, she was at fault first. But wasn't your attitude over the top?”
“M-me? What did I do wrong? Fuck, is that why you brought me here? Are you that lady's son? This is bullshit!”
Her cursing made me shake my head and yank her nipple hard again.