Chapter 33
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 33
Chapter Title: Then What Does Mom Do Here?
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The next morning.
“What? You want to work part-time? At our used car lot?”
“Yeah... If it's okay with you, I want to get some social experience before starting school...”
Kwak Young-cheol had slept in the master bedroom with her until morning, just like some married couple, and even ate the breakfast Mom prepared right alongside me. It was... awkward as hell, but I held it together and made my pitch to the bastard.
“...Hyun-seong, just let Mom give you some pocket money. Why don't you use the break to get your driver's license?”
Mom tried to dissuade me with an anxious look on her face,
“Nah, forget it. Work part-time, Hyun-seong! Haha. Yeah, gotta build some real-world experience. Start tomorrow.”
“Oppa...”
“Na-yeon, it's not good to hover over the kids too much. Gotta foster some independence. No more arguing—let him start tomorrow.”
“...”
Mom's pupils practically dilated in shock when I said I was coming to work part-time...
And Kwak Young-cheol was eyeing me with this amused glint, like he was enjoying it.
I clenched my teeth and stared the bastard right in the eyes.
Mom's workplace. Ever since she started going there, all these weird things had been happening. I had to figure out what was going on.
January 9, 2023.
Even in the same suit, Mom looked way sexier than anyone else.
Big tits, tiny waist, and hips so perky you hardly see them in Korea.
“Hyun-seong, come zip this up for me?”
“Huh?”
Morning rush to work.
Mom was wearing her usual skin-tight H-line skirt, but today's had the zipper in the back.
“I can't reach it no matter how I try... Hiiing.”
High-waisted, I think they call it. The waistband came up high enough to cover her lower belly, cinching her waist and making her legs look endless.
But with that massive ass of hers, the already tight skirt wouldn't zip over it.
“Hing. Is Mom's butt too big?”
“...Lose some weight.”
“What? Where's there even fat to lose?”
I said it gruffly on purpose.
Seeing her ass cheek poking out between the zipper from behind...
It brought back yesterday, stirring up dirty thoughts.
I forced them down and zipped her skirt all the way up.
“Ooh, thanks. But you don't need to work part-time. Mom makes good money...”
Ever since I mentioned part-time yesterday, she'd been acting like a puppy desperate to poop—super anxious. She kept trying to convince me otherwise whenever she got the chance.
But the more she did, the more I wanted to infiltrate that bastard's used car lot.
“It's not about the money. I need the experience.”
“...You're such a good kid, but...”
“It's fine. I want to do it.”
First day on the job, side by side with Mom.
But...
“Mom. You always... take a taxi to work?”
“Yeah. How else, without a car?”
“Subway's right there...”
“Ehh, too much hassle~”
Good lord.
The officetel Kwak Young-cheol got her was small but perfectly located near the station—ideal for getting around Seoul. The dealership was just five minutes from the subway.
Yet Mom insisted on taxis. Call taxis, even. Cost us a whopping ten thousand won.
...She usually rides with Kwak Young-cheol in the evenings, but were these spending habits normal?
“Oh, right. Gotta get coffee for everyone.”
And on top of that, she had the taxi drop her at Starbucks to buy a whole tray.
“Huh? Why coffee?”
“My son's starting as the new guy. Gotta pass 'em out, ask 'em to go easy on you.”
“...”
What can I say.
Mom had definitely gotten younger.
Honestly, she always looked super youthful—still did even pushing forty, like a college girl.
But back when she was stuck at home all through my senior year, no social life at all, she seemed so listless. That lazy vibe you get from someone with zero drive.
Now, working a job, her skin looked tighter—maybe just my imagination?—her face lit up, full of energy.
Her speech felt younger too. Without context, she'd pass for a college freshman or fresh grad.
She's only thirty-two anyway, not old, but point is, she brimmed with vitality now.
‘...Am I just biased against Kwak Young-cheol, seeing everything in a bad light?’
Thinking back, he'd done a lot for our family.
That 13-pyeong two-room officetel—prime spot near the station, worth a fortune.
Mom's outfits, her bags—all luxury stuff costing millions per pop. He'd showered her with gifts worth tens of millions at least.
Yeah, you horny bastard.
Mom got humiliated and fucked next door by that prick—how can you say that!
You might shout...
But I'd watched Mom get abused by Dad since I was a kid.
Spanking her ass, slapping her tits. Verbal stuff. Dad did it all, and
Mom clearly loved that play.
Otherwise, she wouldn't moan so loud the kids could hear.
To me, Mom definitely has a masochistic streak. Hard to see this as pure coercion.
Once I cooled off, if it was what Mom wanted and Kwak wanted, mutual consent—nothing to say.
No right to meddle in adults' sex lives.
“...”
So I kept stealing glances at Mom beside me, wondering how far to intervene—or if I even should.
Whatever the case, meeting Kwak Young-cheol had made Mom live younger, more vibrantly. Complicated my feelings.
Taxi fare: ten thousand won. Mom and I arrived at the used car lot. As we entered the customer showroom, the already-working staff—clustered in groups sipping coffee—locked eyes on us mother and son.
Kwak Young-cheol must've announced yesterday I'd be starting, since they knew. But seeing our age gap in person? Must've blown their minds.
“Hello. I'm Kang Hyun-seong, Seo Na-yeon's son. Nice to meet you.”
“...”
A brief, awkward silence.
Staff glancing at each other, then
Clap clap clap clap!
All the employees applauded right in front of me. A thirties guy in the middle stepped up for a handshake.
“Heard from the boss. Na-yeon’s son starting part-time today. Welcome. I'm Team Lead Kim Cheol-ho. I'll be your mentor, so learn from me.”
“Thank you! Looking forward to it!”
I had convenience store experience, but this was my first real business. I was pumped. Telling Mom I wanted pre-college work experience? Not a total lie.
“Thought the boss was joking when he said Na-yeon's kid's college-bound this year. For real?”
“Dead serious. How young was she?”
“Do the math... First year of middle school?”
“Whoa...”
Even with us right there, they gossiped openly. Our age gap shocked them anew. Nineteen-year-old son, thirty-one-year-old mom. Thirty-three in Korean age.
Plus her baby face—anti-aging genes or whatever—made her look like a college girl or newbie. Visual age gap even smaller than actual.
“Alright, everyone, back to work.”
“Yes, sir.”
Kim Cheol-ho clapped to disperse them. With the boss absent, he seemed to be in charge.
Staff scattered, but Mom—still lingering with worry—whispered to me.
“Hyun-seong, don't stress. You'll do great. Okay?”
“I'm good, Mom.”
“Team Lead Kim's super nice—learn a ton! Fighting!”
She seemed more nervous than me.
“Alright, Hyun-seong. Time to learn the ropes.”
True to Mom's word—a good guy—Team Lead Kim Cheol-ho kept his friendly smile while teaching me.
“Like most used car lots, we're small-scale, so one person wears many hats. Versatile, or poorly divided—workaholics carry the load...”
The dealership structure was straightforward, per Kim Cheol-ho.
1. Buy used cars, appraise value.
2. For sellers, nitpick flaws to lowball. For buyers, full inspection to reveal issues. First checks by specialist mechanic Mr. Gu.
3. Repairs to hide flaws. Simple stuff by Mr. Gu, complex to partnered shops.
4. Photos, videos for site and SNS promo. Usually the youngest—or computer whiz. Part-timer me, mostly.
5. Customers arrive: Greeter to dealer. Dealer haggles max profit. Flood-damaged junk sold high? Big win. Dealers need that thug vibe.
...Said the dealer himself. Self-roast?
6. Misc: Washing cars, photos, ad assist, paperwork. Scrap tasks—all on the newbie. Now me.
7. Admin/office: Tiny firm, mostly accountant Oh Da-hye.
“...Uh, so... Mom's the accountant—what does she do?”
Kim Cheol-ho froze a sec, then chuckled evasively with that nice-guy laugh.
“Well... your mom's on reception. She's so stunning, handles intake. Greets customers first, passes to dealers.”
Hmm... I see...
Soon after, I saw Mom in action...
“Oh my, back again today? Espresso, right? Hehe.”
“Y-yeah, thanks. Haha.”
...
Explained the short ass-hugging skirts and body-hugging blouses every day.
Male customers' eyes... glued to her huge ass and thighs wrapped in that tight skirt. Fuck.