Hyungjun's Mother, the Nation-Toppling Beauty
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Hyungjun's Mother, a Nation-Toppling Beauty
"Oh my, Siwon-ah, you're already here?"
Hyungjun's mother spotted me and flashed a warm smile.
"Yes, Mother. I just arrived a moment ago."
"Really? Then why are you standing out here instead of going inside to wait?"
I hesitated before explaining to her.
"I was going to, but the staff here wouldn't let me in."
Hyungjun's mother shot a sharp glare at the employee standing in front of me.
"There's a reservation under my name. Yu Siwon should be listed with it too. What's the problem?"
"No, it's not that... We can't allow entry unless the member who made the reservation comes in person."
The cocky staffer who'd boldly blocked my path couldn't stand tall against Hyungjun's mother.
She pulled out her gold card and showed it off.
"Since when? I've been a Cheongdam Gold member here for ten years, and I've never heard of this."
"Well... The boss gave orders..."
"Is that so? Then call the boss out. I've never heard anything about this."
The arrogant restaurant employee looked flustered.
"The boss is busy with something outside right now."
Hyungjun's mother glared daggers at him.
"Fine. Then I'll check with your boss myself."
With that, she whipped out her phone and dialed immediately.
"Hyo-rin unni, where are you? Yeah, you're at Cheongdam? I'm here—could you come down to the lobby for a sec? No big deal, just one of your staff said something weird."
Oh, what the hell!
Hyungjun's mother knows the owner of this Cheongdam Korean restaurant?
Her connections are insane.
After she called the owner directly, the cocky Cheongdam staffer's face crumpled like a wad of used tissue.
His body was trembling too.
Looked like this punk got caught lying for sure.
And a moment later...
"Oh! Naeun-ie, you're here? What's up? Calling me out like this. Did something happen with one of our staff?"
A woman descended the stairs, her white skin adorned head to toe in Gucci, Prada, and other luxury clothes and accessories.
"Unni, when did Cheongdam's policy change? Your staff says even if someone's on the reservation list, they can't enter without the member themselves."
"Huh? What are you talking about? That doesn't sound right. Who said that?"
"This staffer right here."
Hyungjun's mother pointed at the employee standing in front of us.
The pretty-boy-looking cocky staffer floundered, not knowing what to do.
"Um, boss, it's not..."
"What do you mean, Se-jeong? Since when does Cheongdam have a rule even I, the owner, don't know about?"
The cocky staffer named Se-jeong bowed his head deeply.
"I'm sorry, boss. The guest who arrived first wasn't dressed properly... I was just trying to screen him."
The Cheongdam Korean restaurant owner approached the cocky staffer slowly, her face furious.
"Se-jeong. No, Shin Se-jeong! Get your head straight. I let you get away with stuff because you're kinda cute, and now you've lost all sense. Hey! Who the hell are you to judge guests? Apologize to the guest right now."
As the Cheongdam owner bellowed with charisma, Se-jeong bowed deeply to Hyungjun's mother and apologized.
"I'm sorry, ma'am."
But Hyungjun's mother replied in a cold voice.
"No, you should apologize to the man standing next to me."
At her words, the cocky staffer glanced at me, hesitating.
His pride must've been bruised at the thought of apologizing to me.
"Shin Se-jeong. Apologize to the guest right now—what are you waiting for? You really gonna cling to your pride till the end?"
The Cheongdam owner roared, and the cocky staffer finally bowed to me with a shit-eating grimace.
"Sorry, sir."
Hyungjun's mother sneered at the sight.
"Unni, your staff training is seriously lacking. I don't feel a shred of sincerity in his attitude."
The Cheongdam owner turned on the cocky staffer again at her words.
"Shin Se-jeong. Get on your knees and apologize properly. If you don't, getting fired today won't be the end of it—I'll sue you for damaging the company's image. You get what I'm saying, right?"
At the threat of a company-level lawsuit, Se-jeong's face drained of color, turning pale blue.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Truly sorry, sir."
The cocky staffer bent at a perfect ninety degrees, begging for forgiveness.
But I wasn't about to let a punk like this off easy.
"Looks like you judged me because my clothes are plain. How do you do business if you're gonna size people up by their looks? Right? Get on your knees and bow properly. That's the only way you'll never make this mistake again."
The cocky staffer's face flushed red with humiliation—he'd clearly thought a half-assed apology would suffice.
He hadn't expected me to push back this hard.
Se-jeong glanced around.
The commotion had drawn everyone's eyes to us.
The thought of kneeling and bowing in front of all these people crushed his pride; tears welled up in his eyes from the shame.
"Shin Se-jeong! What are you doing? Apologize now!"
Under the Cheongdam owner's threat, the cocky staffer finally dropped to his knees before me.
With a quivering voice, he pressed his forehead to the floor.
"I'm sorry, sir. I've committed a grave sin. Please forgive me just this once. I'm begging you."
Hmm.
Yeah, now this punk won't dare look down on guests based on their clothes again.
Only then did I feel a bit satisfied.
"Well, if you're begging that hard, I guess I can forgive you. But come on, man—crying over something like this? Aren't you ashamed?"
My words stung him further, and the cocky staffer broke into full sobs, as if he'd been deeply wronged.
The Cheongdam owner delivered the finishing blow.
"Se-jeong, stop crying, change, and go home. And don't come back starting tomorrow, got it? Be grateful you're only getting fired after damaging our restaurant's image."
At her words, Se-jeong stood shakily, head bowed, and shuffled off to the staff room looking utterly defeated.
The Cheongdam owner watched him go with a displeased frown, then bowed to me and apologized once more.
"Sorry about that, sir. Our employee made a huge mistake."
"No worries, boss. It wasn't your fault."
"Thank you for understanding."
She straightened up, then glanced at Hyungjun's mother with a sly, fox-like smile.
"So, Naeun-ah, who's this? A new...?"
Her trailing words implied a new boyfriend or lover.
"Oh, this is my son. Er, daughter. Friend. Siwon. I just brought him along for dinner."
"Really? If it's your daughter, is it Yuri? Or Eun-jeong?"
"Eh, whatever. Just assume that. Unni, you're so nosy."
Hyungjun's mother brushed it off awkwardly.
Sigh...
She must be frustrated too.
With Hong Hyungjun suddenly turning into Hong Yuna.
"You know I'm curious. But if it's your daughter's friend, why didn't she come along?"
The Cheongdam owner probed with a meaningful smile.
Now that I looked closely—earlier I'd been too flustered by the cocky staffer—this owner was a stunning mid-30s beauty too.
She looked a bit older than Hyungjun's mother, but her sex appeal was even more intoxicating.
Her black straight hair was pinned up with a modern pearl hairpin, dripping with allure.
Maybe from good skincare thanks to her wealth, her slightly plump but small white face was wrinkle-free.
Her mysterious purple-tinted lenses gave her large, slightly upturned cat-like eyes an exotic vibe.
Her nose was high-bridged, lips red and full.
A small mole by her lips stood out against her pale skin, adding to her sultriness.
And despite the elegant white dress, her massive, jiggling breasts and hips couldn't be hidden.
Those tits had to be at least E-cups.
She was the epitome of a voluptuous, seductive mid-30s restaurant owner.
As I openly scanned the Cheongdam owner's body, Hyungjun's mother's eyes sharpened slightly.
The owner eyed me hungrily in return, her gaze so erotic it stole my breath.
"Yeah, my daughter's busy today. Anyway, unni, mind your own business and just show us to the reserved room."
Hyungjun's mother's tone bristled like a thorny rose.
"Oh, come on. It's been ages, and you're talking like that? I'm hurt. Follow me—I'll show you to the room."
The Cheongdam owner took the lead, with me and Hyungjun's mother behind.
But every step she took made her plump ass sway hypnotically.
My eyes kept drifting to that meaty rear.
Hyungjun's mother watched me with uneasy eyes, biting her lip.
"Here we are. Wow, you booked a swanky private room—totally secluded. Nice, Naeun-ie. Have a good time."
The Cheongdam owner teased Hyungjun's mother with playful eyes, but she ignored it.
As we entered the luxurious private room Hyungjun's mother had reserved, the owner glanced back slyly.
Whether by accident or design, as she passed, she shot me a sultry look and brushed her hand over my cock through my jeans.
"Ngh."
Just that light touch made me groan involuntarily, my dick throbbing fully erect.
Fuck.
It was only a graze, but her expert, seductive touch had me rock-hard, precum leaking out.