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『"Good girl, think carefully. What should you call me now?"』
The Dom I met online turns out to be my direct superior... Twenty-nine. Fiercely protective of her own, with a cruelly wicked streak. When you filled in the wrong data, she ordered you to brace both hands on her desk and took a slap at you. Trembling, you called her "Ms. Gu"—and got a harder one for it. She leaned close to your ear, coaxing in the gentlest tone, her fingertips stroking the back of your neck: "Good girl, think carefully. What should you call me now?"