Some re-education

The determined-looking pair, a blonde and a brunette, were walking…

No, marching, towards us.

If I had to guess why?

They didn’t seem like big fans of the way I was treating the bunny girl at my feet.

Still, I made no effort for Ulla to stop her lame shoe-wiping attempts.

No, actually I just grinned more as they closed in.

They were coming here to destroy me. But in all actuality…

They were walking to a trap.

Soon Ulla could hear the approaching pairs of footsteps. When she turned around to look…

Well, it was quite amusing. First she tried scrambling up to her feet so fast she nearly fell over, then she briefly considered hiding behind the bench… All the things she shouldn’t be focusing on right now.

“My shoes are not clean yet. That’s another minus for abandoning your job.”

“Y-yeah, but, but…” she stammered as the pair of feminists were finally in talking range.

The blonde opened her mouth first. “Excuse me, may I ask but what exactly is going on here?”

“That’s quite rude,” I said as I licked the ice cream cone in my hand. “We haven’t been even introduced yet, and this is how you begin a conversation with a stranger?”

The brunette next to her sighed and rolled her eyes. Then she looked at Ulla, who seemed to shiver in place. She was quite the sight. She was currently frightened, embarrassed and horny at the same time. All of those things made her twitch and shake nervously, which just made me look all the more suspicious.

“Are you alright, ma’am? …Is this guy forcing you to do something against your will?” the brunette asked her.

Ulla looked at me. I don’t know why. She should have been able to figure out which kind of response I wanted from her.

As Ulla was taking her time answering the question, the blonde with the “We should all be feminists”-shirt stared into me with increasing hatred. And then she picked up her phone.

Fuck. She might be considering calling the cops.

“…nnno, no, I’m… I’m not… No worry, okay? Everything’s o-okay…” Ulla finally said.

Still, the blonde wouldn’t put her phone down.

“Yeah, well, you don’t sound okay. What’s exactly going on here?” the blonde kept interrogating her.

Well, these two were certainly feminists. They had both already left me out of the conversation and only spoke with Ulla. Not ever answering my first question.

“We… uh…” Ulla tried explaining the situation with her increasingly red and sweaty face. I had a feeling this might end badly, so I stepped in.

“Well, you see,” I started, “This lady here has been awfully disobedient at the workplace recently. So I’m currently just giving her the chance to make up for her willful nature by serving me properly.”

…Well, at least I seemed to have gotten their attention back.

The duo was looking at me, like I would eventually just burst into laughter and say “haha, just a joke”… But that didn’t happen.

After the silence went on long enough, they seemed to realize I was serious.

“Oh my God,” the brunette said in disbelief.

“This is like… the worst case of patriarchy and sexual harassment I’ve ever heard of. You are so going to jail,” the blonde continued.

I just laughed. “Okay, sure. Enough of this interruption. Ulla, get back to work.”

The pair stared at Ulla like a hawk, daring her not to subjugate herself again. Poor Ulla definitely wanted to rebel as well, but was caught between a rock and a hard place.

“Do it now, or it’s fifty minus points,” I said ominously.

Ulla had to suck in some air after that. Was she really about to embarrass herself? In front of her ideological allies?

“Come on woman!” the brunette shouted. “Have some self respect! You don’t want to work for this absolute misogynist! It’s these kinds of assholes that have kept us down for centuries! Rise up! Now!”

“Yeah, kick him in his oppressive nuts!” the blonde chimed in.

Well, Ulla was definitely proficient in that.

And for a second… I could see something flash on her face that looked like her considering it. Like she was actually thinking about liberating herself from my control.

By kicking my nuts.

It was time to put a stop to that.

SLAP!

“Yaaaaaiii!! OW!”

My swift hand connected quickly with her almost-exposed buttocks again. They were still a little red from my previous slaps and squeezes, and this just improved the color more.

I fucking loved how both the perilous feminists gasped in unison.

“Clean my shoes now or you’re fired.”

That slap seemed to remove the fire from Ulla’s eyes, as she once again realized how hopeless her situation was. She turned to the pair.

“I’m sorry… I… got to…” she said in a quiet, girlish, apologizing tone and turned her back to them.

She still hesitated a little, but finally kneeled in front of my shoes again.

Just like she should. (ULLA: +5SP) (+52SP)

“Oh fuck man. This is so it. You’re finished, asshole. Where do you work?” The enraged brunette babbled.

But before I could answer, the blonde interrupted her. “So, wait, how do we do this? Do we call the police? Post this story on Twitter?”

“Oh yeah, Twitter sounds better. Police won’t do shit. But there are so many social justice communities that will be instantly ready to hang this guy by his nuts.” She turned to me, and flashed an arrogant smile. “Get ready to be famous, fucker.”

Okay, it was getting a bit too dangerous now. Time to launch the trap.

“Hey, Ulla,” I said loud enough for all of them to hear, “Does any of what they say make sense to you? Do you think that kind of campaign will work?”

“…No…” she muttered defeatedly, as she continued sadly wiping dirt off my shoes.

The duo that was about to take my picture and were already discussing what the post should say, stopped as they heard Ulla’s intriguing answer.

“And why not?” I asked her.

She sighed. “…It’s pointless.”

“Excuse me? What?” the incredulous brunette asked.

Ulla turned her head to her. “Your post will be removed. Or something. You’ll probably be banned from Twitter. It’s fucking pointless. Can you both just… leave us?”

Well well, I could hear some frustration in Ulla’s voice towards her comrades.

It was like I hoped. Thanks to her traits, she saw these two as nothing but wide-eyed, naïve kids who were stupid enough to think they could make a difference this way. In the society she lived in her head, tattling on a man was the stupidest and most self-harming thing a woman could do.

“A.. Are you crazy or something? This is what Twitter is for! And believe me, you’ll thank us in the future!” the blonde nearly shouted.

“No I won’t! And put that phone down! I don’t want to be a part of this! Next they’ll blame me for being a part of your scheme!” Ulla shouted, getting so animated she stood up and abandoned my shoes.

I’d penalize her for that later.

The pair looked really confused. “Oh my God, she’s so deep in denial… She really needs help,” the brunette loudly whispered to the other.

Ulla’s agitation with them was giving me a chance.

I just needed to word this correctly…

“Seems like they don’t believe you Ulla. Why don’t you explain it to them?”

She seethed, but saw little chance to do else or she might get implicated in their tattling.

“Men control all social medias, you morons! They’d never let feminist agenda get through!”

Hmm…

This was interesting.

According to the trait, Ulla could preach about male superiority and people would believe her. Did this count? Or did she has to word it differently, like “men are better at social media”?

I waited with baited breath to see.

The pair… didn’t immediately laugh in her face. Which was a good sign.

No… They both lowered their phones, and looked at each other in odd confusion.

“…oh yeah… Why did we forget that?” The blonde asked.

Excellent. That left a lot of room for interpretation. I could work with that.

Could any sentence that somehow put men above women be used? What were the exact rules?

“Shit. Then… we just call police, right?” the other asked.

Ulla stomped her foot in anger. The fact that she was wearing a bunny suit made it all the funnier.

“No! The whole world is controlled by men! Every instance! You can’t do anything!”

Haha.

And so…. Both women’s view of the world changed that afternoon. Permanently.

Their faces dropped as the sad “reality” hit them.

They looked at each other.

“…She’s right,” the blonde said.

“…well… maybe we can’t ‘technically’ do nothing right now, but… we can in the future. I’m sure of it. We just have to keep… fighting,” the brunette said with a sad smile.

Through all this I was still licking my ice cream. There was just one more scoop left. I’d save it for something special.

I stood up and walked to the three of them.

“That’s kinda hopeless, isn’t it though? Men are superior at everything. Every single thing. And women are much dumber, lazier, weaker than men are. Without men, the women would still be living in caves, starving from hunger. And it’s only through our goodwill that we don’t enslave you outright. Women should be thankful for that. And show men proper respect.”

My speech was so utterly horrifying, that the shock kept any of them from interrupting it.

But after a couple of seconds of silence…

“F-FUCK YOU!” the blonde screeched, her face red from anger.

“YOU FUCKING FASCIST PIG!” the brunette screeched even louder.

Seems like they didn’t agree. I turned to Ulla.

“Isn’t what I said right, Ulla?”

Ulla just scoffed at me.

“Oh and by the way, not answering or answering this question wrong gives you fifty minus points. But if you get it right… That’s one plus point.”

Ulla closed her eyes and breathed in.

Yes. Answering this question wouldn’t be that bad. Not compared to all the other things I had made her do already. She’d even get a point from it.

Deep inside… She had to feel it too. What I was telling was the truth.

From her trait’s perspective anyway.

But… She had no idea that her answer would be the most significant thing that the women in front of her would ever hear.

“…Yes.” (ULLA: +2SP) (+54SP)