My Neto Teacher (3)
Outside a high-end restaurant in Gangnam.
“Hoo....”
Sweat gathered in the hand that held my wife’s. I couldn’t understand why I was so nervous; cold sweat seemed to be running down my entire body.
It felt like standing on the threshold of a first blind date. The thought of bringing my wife to meet Lee Hwa-soo face-to-face set my heart pounding.
The place he had chosen was splendid—somewhere I would never have considered under ordinary circumstances, simply because it was far too expensive. Lee Hwa-soo had invited us to a traditional Korean restaurant nestled in one of Gangnam’s most exclusive neighborhoods.
“He’s an older brother I was close with when I was younger.”
I couldn’t tell my wife the truth about who Lee Hwa-soo really was. I simply introduced him as a hyung I knew, someone I had recently gotten back in touch with after a long time.
He was the man who had solved the problem with that trainer Jang-woo. By now I was already filled with complete trust in him.
His only request when he invited us had been a single line.
“Please dress Seung-yeon up prettily. It looks nice.”
Dress her up prettily…
The demand might have been startling, yet some unnameable thrill rose inside me.
It felt like introducing the most precious thing I owned in the world.
“Honey. This is an important occasion. We’re meeting someone after a long time, so let’s go looking our best.”
“Really? Is he that important?”
My sudden request left my wife flustered. I had never said anything like it before, and she clearly found the demand rather displeasing.
“Do I really have to go that far?”
She grumbled, yet she was already rummaging through the closet. Before long she was carefully applying makeup for the first time in ages.
She chose the most luxurious, elegant outfit she owned—a white two-piece suit that fell to her knees. Seeing her like that made her look like an entirely different person.
Ah… right. This was who she used to be.
After we married she had quit her job and spent every day on housework, wearing only ordinary clothes. I couldn’t even remember the last time I had seen my wife dressed up and sophisticated like this.
She even slipped on black high heels over five centimeters tall. Anyone looking at her would have seen a refined, demure woman.
“It’s been so long it feels awkward…”
A faint smile touched her lips; her cheeks were faintly flushed.
When we opened the door, a wide lobby filled with expensive-looking marble stretched before us.
In the center stood a neatly dressed elderly gentleman in a suit, waiting to greet us.
“Welcome. Are you Kim Jin-woo and Oh Seung-yeon?”
“Ah… yes…”
“Thank you for coming such a long way. Please, allow me to show you in.”
He even knew our names. With the utmost courtesy he led us toward an inner room.
My beloved wife had never been to a restaurant this luxurious either. She didn’t show it openly, yet I could see the quiet astonishment in her eyes as she took everything in.
“This way.”
“Ah… yes…”
The elderly gentleman guided us to the room at the very back. An ornate crystal door stood before us.
Knock knock…
“Chairman. Your guests have arrived.”
Chairman?
“Show them in.”
A deep, steady male voice came from inside. Low and composed—Lee Hwa-soo.
Creak…
The door opened onto a luxurious wooden floor table already laden with every kind of delicacy, the spread dazzling under the lights.
As we stepped inside, Lee Hwa-soo rose to welcome us.
“Long time no see.”
“Ah… hello.”
He was immaculately dressed in a suit, greeting us with a bright smile. After shaking my hand he turned his gaze to my wife.
“Hello. I’ve heard a great deal about you. You’re far more beautiful than I expected.”
“Ah… hello. Th-thank you for inviting us.”
The breathtaking setting, the unfamiliar luxury, and Lee Hwa-soo’s tall, polished figure left my wife every bit as flustered as I was.
The look she gave me clearly asked, You had a connection like this?
The woman who had been grumbling only a little while earlier was now completely captivated by the moment, as if her earlier complaints had never existed.
“Greet her as well. This is my girlfriend.”
“Ah… hello.”
Wow…
She was stunning.
A woman sat beside Lee Hwa-soo. She looked to be in her mid-twenties, thick brown waves falling to her shoulders, wearing a black dress. Large eyes, a high nose, skin touched with a soft pink—her beauty was the kind that drew an involuntary gasp.
A celebrity, maybe…
Looks that belonged on a morning drama—or better.
The two of them made a perfectly matched pair.
“I’m Yoon Se-ah. I’ve heard a lot about you.”
She greeted us politely, one hand lightly covering the deep cleavage of her dress. Tall and glamorous, she automatically pulled the eye.
“Well then. You must be hungry. Shall we eat first?”
My wife bent to slip off her black high heels and momentarily lost her balance, swaying.
“Oh my…”
Before I could move, Lee Hwa-soo’s large, strong hand caught her wrist.
“Are you all right?”
He smiled while holding her wrist. For an instant I thought I saw her earlobes flush red.
At his gesture we took our places at the table and began an awkward meal.
Chairman, though… What exactly was this man’s identity?
The meal itself was pure extravagance. Course after course of land, sea, and air delicacies arrived without end.
Dishes I had never seen in my life, food that looked as though a single bite might cost hundreds of thousands of won, left us almost unable to keep our bearings.
My wife didn’t look entirely comfortable with her chopsticks either.
“This place… is it by any chance… yours, hyung-nim?”
“That’s right. I don’t run it myself, though. She does.”
Lee Hwa-soo glanced at Se-ah beside him.
“Does the food suit your taste?”
“Y-yes! It’s wonderful. Thank you so much for inviting us like this.”
“I’m glad it suits you.”
Her soft smile was almost enough to melt a person. It wasn’t romantic attraction—just the natural pull of something so beautiful that the eye couldn’t help but follow.
“Try this.”
Lee Hwa-soo lifted a plate of sashimi and set it on my wife’s dish.
“Oh my… thank you.”
I watched her cheeks color faintly. Perhaps it was the elegant clothes, but for a moment she looked exactly as she had on our first date, back when she was still a young woman.
She laughed, covering her mouth with one hand, and sent Lee Hwa-soo a smiling glance.
“It’s so nice to meet like this. If you’re comfortable, how about a little wine? Did you bring a car?”
“Ah, no, we didn’t. I’m fine with it… honey, what about you?”
I looked at my wife beside me.
“Seung-yeon is fine with it, isn’t she?”
Before she could answer, Lee Hwa-soo spoke for her.
“Yes…”
Her head nodded obediently. She rarely drank in unfamiliar places, yet she seemed to have taken a real liking to this one.
“Henri Jayer Cros Parantoux.”
The same middle-aged gentleman who had guided us earlier opened a bottle that was unmistakably top-tier. A deep purple liquid filled the crystal glasses, gleaming with quiet extravagance.
“About seven million won a bottle.”
“What?”
“Please enjoy it freely. Since this is our first meeting, I’d like you to feel no burden at all.”
My wife’s eyes went wide as she looked at me. I tightly clasped her hand. Sitting with her knees slightly turned, her ivory skirt had ridden up, leaving the soft line of her thigh bare.
Once the wine appeared, conversation flowed far more easily. We talked about our work, our backgrounds, our interests, and the talk continued smoothly.
Lee Hwa-soo and I lived completely different lives, yet he and Se-ah treated us with perfect ease—neither condescending nor overbearing.
There was no showing off, no hint of looking down on us.
“Let me pour for you.”
Seeing my glass empty, Se-ah lifted the bottle herself and refilled it. The low neckline of her dress let the soft white swell of her breasts nearly spill forward.
Gulp…
I had never seen a woman this beautiful in my life.
Of course my own wife was beautiful too…
But this felt like standing face-to-face with a celebrity—glamorous yet elegant, sophisticated yet somehow classical. That was the impression Yoon Se-ah gave.
“I’ll pour for Seung-yeon.”
This time Lee Hwa-soo’s hand moved toward my wife. He offered her a polished smile. My eyes drifted naturally to the solid muscle of his forearm beneath the white shirt.
The hand holding her glass trembled ever so slightly.
Gulp… gulp…
She swallowed the red wine. The pale line of her throat flushed pink.
As the glasses went around, the atmosphere grew warmer still.
“Um… bathroom for a moment…”
After a few drinks my wife carefully rose. Her skirt had ridden a little higher on her thighs, and Lee Hwa-soo’s gaze followed the smooth length of her legs.
“Ah. Then I’ll go as well.”
When she left the room, he followed right after her.
Click…
Once he was gone, only Yoon Se-ah and I remained. She seemed a little tipsy, idly flicking the rim of her wine glass with one finger.
“I drank quite a bit… I’m weak with wine myself…”
She smiled at me. To exaggerate only a little, she looked ready to walk straight onto a Miss Korea stage.
Then it happened.
Swoosh…
Something out of place caught my eye. Beneath the tablecloth of the low table, toward the place where my wife had been sitting, I saw a foot sheathed in sheer flesh-colored stockings.
What…?
Yoon Se-ah had stretched out one long leg and rested her foot on my wife’s empty seat.
Wiggle… wiggle…
Her smooth toes, hidden inside the stockings, flexed and curled.
It was nothing. She was simply stretching her leg, taking a brief rest.
Yet something felt strange. Blood began to heat. A faint tremor stirred in my cock, which until now had not moved at all.
Could it be…?