Chapter 17
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 17
Chapter Title: Seo Na-yeon and Kwak Young-cheol's Office Life (Third Person)
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# Third-person perspective.
- Rewind time to Seo Na-yeon's first day on the job.
Kwak Young-cheol was two years Seo Na-yeon's senior in middle school. Back when she was a first-year, he was a third-year delinquent at the same school. And from the moment she enrolled—that is, from the start—he'd had his eye on her. But her junior, Kang Tae-gu, had gotten to her first, so nothing came of it.
After she got pregnant, she dropped out of school in shame, and they never crossed paths again.
Harboring that lingering regret, Kwak Young-cheol grew into a fine gangster. Even in high school, he'd dipped into illegal tattoos, dabbled in drug dealing, gathered up runaways to turn into his underlings. The delinquent crew he formed back then was notorious in the area for its systematic, relentless collections.
He had a real knack for that illegal, violent line of work—and that was because his father was a fairly well-known mobster. The real deal in the underworld, you might say.
Kwak Young-cheol's father, Kwak Tae-yong, was a corporate-style gangster who dabbled in everything from illegal gambling to drug trafficking to prostitution, making him a heavyweight in those fields with a hefty fortune to show for it. So, in a normal family, a kid like Kwak Young-cheol—who'd have had his legs broken by now—got the full approval from his old man as the perfect heir-in-training.
"Kid, not bad. Wanna take over one of the businesses? Try handling the used car lot."
"For real, Dad? Thank you!"
"Do it right, got it?"
Even so, wanting his son to be a legitimate businessman rather than a straight-up gangster, he'd handed over the used car dealership first—skipping the bars, room salons, and office joints tied to booze and women—to test his business chops.
The results were decent enough. He wasn't book-smart, but brains for school and brains for this were different beasts.
"Alright, then. Give the motel and... karaoke bar a shot too."
And just like that, Kwak Young-cheol became a "successful" young entrepreneur at a tender age. With money and status rolling in early, what else was left?
Loosening the belt and having fun, of course.
Word of his success must've spread, because about a year ago, his middle school junior Kang Tae-gu came crawling back. He gave him a simple gig, and when his aging father passed down an office joint, he slotted Tae-gu in as manager. Their personalities meshed well; they bro-ed out and partied hard...
But then, at a club, drunk and hot-headed, he couldn't hold back and beat the shit out of someone. Truth be told, unlike what he'd told Seo Na-yeon, it was he—not Tae-gu—who'd led the assault.
Luckily, Tae-gu was the classic bully-the-weak type, barking like a dog about his undying loyalty to Young-cheol just to scrape by. A little prodding, and he pinned the whole thing on the guy. Sure, he had to promise a cushy spot after prison, but hey, cheap scapegoat for the slammer.
And while the guy was locked up, his plan was to make a move on the waiting Seo Na-yeon.
If the goalkeeper's blocking the goal, just smash the goalkeeper—that was Kwak Young-cheol's style.
'By the time that punk gets out, what're they gonna do about it?'
Of course, she hadn't exactly been a virgin back in school; she'd been around the block. He figured it wouldn't be hard. She was a delinquent girl anyway.
"Hey, Na-yeon? It's me, Young-cheol oppa. Yeah... Tae-gu's in the clink now—how you holding up? Thinking about getting a job?"
While Tae-gu was away, he dangled a job, promising to cover their living expenses. Naturally, it was to keep her close and bide his time.
"Da-hye, new girl's starting tomorrow. Train her up right, yeah?"
"A new girl?"
"Yeah."
The job he'd offered Na-yeon was as an accountant at his used car dealership. Problem was, they already had one, and it wasn't big enough for two. But since he wasn't hiring her to actually work, who cared?
'Fuck, that bitch... I'm gonna fuck her for sure.'
Recalling the Seo Na-yeon he'd seen at Tae-gu's place, Kwak Young-cheol stroked his throbbing dick, lost in fantasy. The Na-yeon he'd seen recently had always had a killer body, but she'd ripened even more in the time apart.
'Fucking bitch... popped out two kids and doesn't look a day older. Skin still tight, ass even fucking bigger.'
The toad-like Kwak Young-cheol grinned sleazily, smacking his lips.
Her first day on the job.
Seo Na-yeon, tense about her very first real job ever, had barely slept a wink. She headed to the office address from the text. A used car lot on the city outskirts. She walked into the office in the corner of the lot and came face-to-face with a young woman staring blankly at her.
"Um... hello?"
"Who are you?"
"Ah... I'm Seo Na-yeon, starting work today..."
"Oh, right. Boss!"
Then Kwak Young-cheol emerged from the inner office, greeting her warmly.
"Hey, hey, Na-yeon's here? Wow, you cleaned up nice."
"Yeah, put in some effort. Anyway, thanks a ton, oppa. I was totally lost—really appreciate it."
"What're you thanking me for? It's the least I could do. Oppa here's got loyalty for days. Oh, introductions—this is our accountant, Oh Da-hye."
"Hi."
"Da-hye, this is my middle school junior. Teach her the ropes, yeah? First job, so she'll need a lot of hand-holding at the start."
"Yeah, I'll work super hard. Please take care of me."
"...Uh, sure..."
Na-yeon instinctively sized up this Oh Da-hye after the greetings. Short, chubby, below-average looks. And for some reason, right off the bat, her face soured like she already disliked her—plain as day.
"Jumping right into work feels off, so how about some coffee first? Da-hye, grab two cups."
"Yes, boss..."
While Da-hye brewed the coffee, Kwak Young-cheol and Seo Na-yeon slipped into the boss's office.
"Whoa... this is your office, oppa? You're really killing it."
"Killing it? It's just a used car shop."
"Just? I saw like a hundred cars out there."
"A hundred? Ha, more like it."
As Seo Na-yeon gawked around the office in wonder, Kwak Young-cheol started scanning her from behind. An H-line mini that clung right up to her ass, coffee-colored pantyhose peeking through. Anyone could see the slutty intent.
'First day and the bitch dresses like a proper whore? Fuck, that soybean paste can ass is dying for it.'
Kwak Young-cheol was a pervert with principles. In those internet polls like "Boobs vs. Hips," he was team hips all the way. Braindead hip guy.
A woman without tits but with hips still looked like a woman; tits without hips? Basically a dude. That was his gospel.
To a guy like that, Seo Na-yeon—with her 43-inch hips—was prime "gotta fuck that" material. And it wasn't just the hips; her tits were decent-sized, her face had that sexy-pretty vibe... and that tight H-line micro-mini accentuating the massive ass? It was pushing all his buttons.
His dick twitched in his pants, dying to slam her right there.
'Gotta play it cool a bit, though...'
His eyes locked on that tempting ass like a magnet. Then he noticed her glancing back— she'd caught on. But even knowing that sleazy gaze, she played it cool and asked casually.
"So, what do I do, oppa?"
"Huh? Oh, that..."
Right then, sour-faced Da-hye came in with the coffee, lips pursed.
"Here..."
"Thanks, Da-hye."
She plunked the cups on the tea table in front of the sofa and stormed out. Not even subtle hostility on day one. Seo Na-yeon, exasperated, vented to Kwak Young-cheol.
"That unnie doesn't like me, does she? What's her deal?"
"Don't sweat it. Probably just hates training newbies. Anyway, she's our accountant—you assist her."
"For real? I've never done accounting... math and stuff? Gotta be good at that. Can I even...?"
"Haha... just follow orders. Nothing tough... actually, leave all the real work to her. You just run errands."
"Really?"
"Yeah. I promised Tae-gu, so no pressure—take it easy."
"Phew, I'm nervous. Never done this before."
And so, Seo Na-yeon's office life began.
Seo Na-yeon's newbie days kicked off... and as you'd expect, she was utterly terrible at the job.
"Na-yeon, didn't I just tell you? When using Excel functions, hit it like this... ugh, forget it."
She'd dropped out of middle school—barely scraping by with a high school equivalency after that—and spent her days at home with housework and kids. Even in school, she'd hardly paid attention, so she was missing even basic knowledge.
Sure, some folks thrive without formal education thanks to natural talent... but Na-yeon lacked even that. Naturally, mentor Da-hye was boiling inside.
"Fine... I'll do it. Jesus..."
"...Sorry."
Da-hye had resented her arrival from the start, and even holding back as much as she did, the scoldings piled on. Simple tasks went haywire from the nerves.
Seo Na-yeon's bubbly morning mood tanked fast.
'What an airhead that girl is.'
Even Kwak Young-cheol—who'd hired her with ulterior motives—shook his head at her incompetence.
Office work—hell, any work—was a total mismatch for her. She'd never cracked a textbook properly; no way simple docs or contracts were sticking. First time trying anything real, it was like choking down dry rice cakes—frustrating and futile.
On day one, her self-esteem hit rock bottom against the wall of reality.
She even thought childcare at home beat this.
But she couldn't just bail. With no husband, she had to carry the family alone—and normal jobs seemed out of reach. Future looked bleak.
Worse, even she saw no reason for two accountants here. Pure favoritism from Kwak Young-cheol. That's why Da-hye's face had soured—she feared getting pushed out.
In other words, she was dead weight, fireable anytime. That drilled into her already shattered confidence.
'Ugh... am I just hopeless?'
Office work—no, any work—just didn't suit her. Better off with the kids at home, she thought.
"Hey, Na-yeon. Dinner drinks tonight—wrap up quick and let's go."
"Huh? Drinks?"
"Gotta welcome the newbie proper."
So when Kwak Young-cheol sidled up, draping an arm around her shoulders all fake-friendly and pushy, she couldn't shake him off.
She couldn't afford to get fired here.