Chapter 17
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 17
Chapter Title: Not a Failure, But a Process
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“Thanks.”
It hit different coming from my sister, who’d always treated me like I was there one second and gone the next.
Or maybe it was just because such a pretty girl said it.
Yeah, even if my brain insists she’s not my sister but some idol-level beauty worthy of a slap across the face...
A bit late to the party, but as long as I kept my boundaries and treated her right, that was enough.
Our relationship would keep mending like this, and before long, we’d be close again.
Soon enough, I could have the happy family I’d always dreamed of.
For some reason, it put me in a great mood.
Even lugging around a bag with a 20kg vacuum cleaner, grunting with effort, or feeling the itch of dust on my face—it all felt rewarding somehow.
Was this what it meant to work for your family?
It even loosened the constant tension in the back of my neck from being surrounded by pretty women all day.
Family... Mother, sister, and big sister naturally came to mind.
Like my brain automatically blocked out things I shouldn’t see, I’d shoved Mother’s image into some forgotten corner where I couldn’t recall it properly.
Damn, should’ve kept my eyes off her.
One morning, I’d greeted her without thinking, brimming with unearned confidence, and glanced her way.
What caught my eye was her pink hair.
The apron tied around her waist highlighted her curves, then her wide hips splayed out below, leading to those thick, heavy buttocks.
Even in jeans, the soft double-U shape stole my gaze.
Seeing that, the thought slipped in unbidden.
If I tagged her, it'd be 'Temporarily Optimized Body for Pregnancy: Female Corruption Pink Petite?'
Smack!
“Something wrong?”
“Oh, no! Just thought I had something on my face.”
The customer turned back, puzzled by the sound.
This customer had an optimized pregnancy body too...
Hah, what am I even thinking.
With the tension gone, the dark fiend inside me was popping out. Probably from years of jerking off nonstop to Japanese adult doujins.
Vulgar words and tags wouldn’t leave my head.
For now, avoid running into Mom as much as possible.
No matter how much I reminded myself in my head that she was my mom, my lizard brain saw her as the perfect pink petite for breeding and corruption.
“Um, the care service is done.”
Getting that first membership signup must’ve been luck, because it’d been tough since.
Dickfishing doesn’t seem to be losing its edge...
Customers weren’t getting annoyed by my sales pitch or me as much anymore.
It wasn’t that I sucked. Even the smooth-talking seniors only sold two or three a week at best.
I wasn’t as eloquent or experienced, so it was inevitable.
It’ll get better with time.
Still, to build experience, selling more was key. No sales meant no experience, no feel for it.
I’d heard in training about teams that skipped care services and went straight into hardcore sales.
They carried three or four of the cheapest, smallest hearing aids.
If a store didn’t have hearing aids, they’d lend one for free to try.
Two weeks later, they’d follow up, pull out the dust filter, and show the buildup.
“Not great value, though.”
Even with employee discounts, in the care department, we had to push mattresses and frames eventually.
Hearing aids only paid 60-70k in commission—not worth it.
Still, once I save up a bit, carrying one around wouldn’t be bad.
Next paycheck, maybe get one. Good last-ditch move for hesitant customers.
“Yeah, I’ll never be a natural.”
But inching forward like this, someday I’d be the salesman raking in ten million won.
I opened the bag in my hand.
Tons of snacks today too: tangerines, persimmons, all kinds of treats. Han Sihyun would love them.
The growing pile showed—slowly but surely—I was on the right track.
Had I ever worked this hard? Time flew by.
I’d steadily get food gifts, luck into a membership signup now and then, and come home with chicken.
Not just once or twice—consistent gifting was cracking Han Sihyun’s shell. She was starting to open up.
Her door, once shut tight except for TV time, was loosening.
She wasn’t glued to the TV all day, so she hung in her room sometimes.
The boiler only heated the living room to summer levels, yet she left her door open for the warmth.
Day by day, it crept wider—now half-open, barely closed.
As I passed the living room, Han Sihyun’s arm dangled naturally off the bed.
Too lazy to fetch bags of snacks and fruit from the door hook now.
I glanced sideways while checking my phone.
As her door opened more, she got comfortable—looser clothes too.
Smooth soles, sleek calves, plump thighs just right. Her short shorts sagged, flashing a hint of buttock mound.
No nobra like old times, sadly. Nipple outlines poked up slightly—comfy indoor bra, probably.
Get it together.
I managed my gaze, lest she catch my lecherous stare and things got awkward again.
Handed her the bag.
“Oh, no chicken today.”
Han Sihyun smacked her lips, disappointed.
“Yeah, can’t sell every day.”
Even grumbling when I brought stuff—it wasn’t ugly. This was brother-sister normal, right?
Not like the old days of total ignore.
She grabbed the bag of food, turned to the wall, and scratched her butt vigorously.
Thin shorts stretched over her wrist, dimples splitting her cheeks into two.
A peek of butt crack too. Baby-smooth, snow-white skin—who wouldn’t stir?
Sister or not, her looks were on another level.
Now I just enjoyed the view. Couldn’t unsee what wasn’t sisterly.
“Uh, th-thanks.”
This tsundere thing?
Her ears flushed pink—cute.
Keep this up, I’d turn into a siscon the bad way.
Thanks ended talks by habit. As I turned to leave, a suit jacket and skirt caught my eye.
“New suit?”
Hadn’t seen it before.
“Nah, uniform from next week’s gig.”
“Nice.”
Job providing office clothes? Sounded decent.
Good for her.
Motivation for me to hustle. Lame if I earned less than my sister.
-Hey, you know the install tech’s coming today, right? Got the waste disposal stickers I sent?
“Yep, got ’em.”
-Yeah, surprisingly, installs lead to more sales sometimes?
“Yessir!”
Hung up on Team Leader’s pressure call, texted the customer we’d arrive soon.
She wanted the frame sooner, but tech schedules were booked—two weeks it was.
Vibration: Got the OK.
I waved the smoking install tech from afar.
“Please take care of it.”
“Here okay?”
Heavy box even for two guys. Tech hefted it easy with his packed labor muscles, but me?
Shiver shiver.
Arms and legs quaking.
Tech noticed—veins bulging on his arms.
Gotta work out.
Texted ahead we were coming with the tech—maybe why Choi Eunhee’s outfit was plain.
Her figure sure wasn’t.
“Rest here, have some water.”
“Thanks.”
Tech wiped sweat with towel and water, taking a break.
Bed shoved aside, frame disassembled—ready to haul.
She bought the frame; as the salesman, I’d clean the base spotless.
Vacuumed dust, picked up floor items one by one.
“Wow, it’s filthy, huh?”
“Nah, you can tell you cleaned everywhere reachable. Oh, hair tie here.”
No cash luck. Just hair ties and lighters.
Seniors saw everything—dildos to condoms. Younger homes, probably.
Grabbed a lighter.
‘Sangnam-dong XX Motel: Netflix in every room / Spa equipped.’
Damn, still hot. With a wife that pretty, 20 years married and still fired up.
“Customer, your husband’s lighter.”
Her face stiffened oddly.
Embarrassed her sex life got exposed like that?