Chapter 3 The Sting of Humiliation

The office was abuzz with chatter, my colleagues clamoring for me to apologize to Lily Wilson. I was livid. This was not my fault, and yet they demanded an apology from me.

Philip Black, a colleague with a knack for deception, took it a step further, insisting I kneel and apologize to Lily.

Philip was a master of duplicity, always smiling in my presence, but quick to slander me behind my back. He had even stolen credit for my accomplishments on more than one occasion. And now, he was seizing this opportunity to add insult to injury. He was truly despicable.

However, the worst was yet to come.

Without warning, Philip delivered a swift kick to the back of my leg. His forceful blow sent me crashing to my knees in front of Lily. A sharp, searing pain radiated from my knee. Philip looked down at me, his face smug.

As I knelt in apology, a faint smile graced Lily's face. Jenny, however, remained cold and indifferent, seemingly convinced that I had sexually harassed Lily, and thus, deserving of this public apology.

My knee throbbed with pain, but the physical discomfort was nothing compared to the humiliation I felt. A grown man like me, forced to kneel before a woman in public, and for a crime I hadn't committed.

I despised Philip. If not for his intervention, I would never have been forced to kneel.

Philip was truly despicable, even worse than Lily.

I rose from the ground, fists clenched, and glared at Philip. He smirked back at me, taunting, "What are you looking at? You should have knelt and apologized to Lily from the start. I just helped you out!"

I wanted to punch him right then and there, but I held back. If I were to strike Philip now, Jenny would surely impose harsher consequences on me. I had to bide my time, wait for the right moment to exact my revenge on Philip.

I had hoped that once I apologized, things would settle down, and I could return to my desk. However, Jenny had other plans. She decided to further punish me by assigning me to clean the toilets. She threatened, "If you refuse to clean the toilets, I will immediately fire you for sexually harassing a superior!"

I had no choice but to comply.

Skyliho Group, our company, was well-known. If I were to be fired on charges of sexual harassment, I would never find another job. So, I nodded in agreement and accepted the task of cleaning the toilets.

My colleagues jeered at me, especially Philip, whose laughter echoed loudly in the office. He wanted everyone to hear his mockery. "John is such a loser. He is only fit to clean toilets!" Lily chimed in, "John brought this upon himself, he deserves it!" Jenny remained as cold as ever, her eyes filled with disdain.

The humiliation was unbearable. I had never experienced such degradation in my life. I vowed to seek revenge, to make Philip pay for his actions. And Lily, the woman who falsely accused me of sexual harassment, she wouldn't get away with it either.

As for Jenny, the woman who appeared aloof but had a depraved heart, I would retaliate and expose her true nature!

I would make her kneel and apologize to me, then take her from behind and fuck her hard!

Amidst the laughter of my colleagues, I left the office and headed to the janitor's break room.

A female janitor saw me enter and asked in confusion, "Aren't you supposed to be working in the office? What are you doing here? This is where the janitors stay!"

To preserve my dignity, I lied, "The boss wanted to test my willpower, so she sent me here to do the cleaning."

The janitor saw through my lie and mocked me, "Don't fool me, you must have been punished by the boss! I've seen too many like you!"

My lie was exposed, and I felt embarrassed.

I, a man, was being looked down upon by a janitor!

To add insult to injury, she assigned me to clean the office area and the women's restroom. I was speechless. Why should I, a man, clean the women's restroom? However, when I tried to argue, she threatened to report me to the boss.

Feeling helpless, I had no choice but to comply. Jenny was already angry with me, and if the janitor reported me now, my situation would only worsen.

News of my 'punishment for sexually harassing Lily by cleaning toilets' spread throughout the company. As I cleaned, many people pointed and whispered about me. They called me a pervert, scum, and even a freak!

As I was about to leave, someone called my name, "John! Come over and clean up here!" It was Mia Green, a colleague, ordering me around as if I were a dog. She asked me to clean up the trash under her seat. I asked her to stand up to make it easier for me to clean, but she refused and scolded me, "You, a janitor, dare to order me around? Why don't you just kneel down and clean?"

I swallowed my anger and knelt down to clean. It was a routine task, but from a certain angle, it might look as if I was peeking under Mia's skirt. And as luck would have it, Philip appeared at that moment and took a photo of me with his phone. The angle of the photo made it look like I was a pervert peeking under Mia's skirt.

Philip showed the photo to our colleagues, shouting, "Come and see, everyone! John is peeking under Mia's skirt, this guy is indeed a pervert!"