Chapter 34
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 34
Chapter Title: Mom's Real Job: The Boss's Exclusive Cum Dump
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Kim Cheol-ho, the assistant manager, taught me all sorts of things, but honestly, none of it was that tough. The training wrapped up in about two hours.
"Alright. Now take a breather, then follow me around and learn on the job. Ten-minute break!"
Even during break time, the employee lounge felt cramped and stuffy. I was still awkward around the other staff, so I stepped out.
The reception area, on the other hand, was spacious—designed to impress first-time customers—with fancy decor all around.
I'd been curious about how Mom did her work, so I cracked open the reception room door and peeked inside.
"Oh... President Hwang, you come here way too often."
"Haha! I gotta see my favorite lady, so I swing by every day."
"If that's the case, how about boosting our sales a bit?"
"Hey, didn't I buy a car last time?"
The reception room had a front desk, a few cozy sofas in the back, tea tables, and such...
A handful of middle-aged guys were sprawled out on the sofas like they owned the place...
And Mom—wearing that short skirt—was glued right up against one of them, pouring coffee...
Can I just say it straight?
Even as her son, my first impression wasn't "receptionist." It was more like a "hostess in a tea room."
'...'
Because that Hwang bastard was casually—no, blatantly—stroking Mom's thigh... and she wasn't stopping him. She just kept acting all cutesy like it was nothing.
'Is this for real...?'
The worst part? He was sitting right in my line of sight from the door, so I had a perfect view of everything.
I could even see how he slyly wedged his hand between her firm, pressed-together thighs... and she only gave it the lightest push, not really resisting.
...Is this a used car dealership or a hostess bar?
"Oh! Welcome!"
Right then, a new customer walked in. Mom hopped up quick, and that's when Hwang finally pulled his hand away.
As Mom hurried over with her little steps, every eye from the guys on the sofas locked straight onto the hem of that skirt.
Fuck, it gave me chills.
But I couldn't decide if I should barge in or not, so I just hovered there, peeking through the crack in the door.
Part of me didn't want to believe it, but judging by Mom's skills with paperwork and such, it seemed like she was exempt from all that in exchange for "sales" like this. Her own way of doing things.
"Welcome. How can we help you today?"
"Uh... I saw something online and came for a used SUV."
The new guy was in his thirties too... and already, his face had that dazed look just from seeing Mom.
Beauty as a sales tactic? Sure.
The problem was after she led him to the sofa and turned to walk away, swaying her hips... The new guy stared at her ass just like those old pervs.
I wanted to gouge their eyes out...
But then Mom headed my way—toward the door I'd been peeking from, which led to the employee lounge and break room. I ducked back into the lounge quick.
Inside, the mechanic Mr. Koo and another sleazy-looking dealer were lounging around with nothing to do. They lit up when they saw me and started chatting. A bit too eagerly.
"Oh, newbie. Learn everything okay?"
"Uh... yeah. Assistant Manager Kim Cheol-ho was really nice about it..."
"Yeah, Cheol-ho's the ace of this place."
"Where's the boss?"
"President Kwak? That guy's got so many shops already... This used car lot probably isn't prime real estate for him. He usually makes rounds in the morning..."
Screech.
That's when the door opened, and Mom walked in. She spotted me and smiled faintly.
"Oh, there you are. How's the training going?"
"Uh..."
"Cheol-ho's the ace, so I'm sure it'll be fine..."
It was the exact same line I'd just heard. Weirdly spot-on.
But I was more curious about the other guys' reactions, so I half-listened to Mom while sneaking glances their way.
They wouldn't ogle outright with me—her son—there... but their eyes kept flicking up to the tops of her toned thighs.
Ah. Fuck.
More candidates for eye-gouging.
Mom seemed to handle all the coffee brewing and customer greeting at the shop.
Of course, some customers treated her in ways that pissed me off—totally inappropriate—but since she acted like it was no big deal, I held my tongue.
Break time ended, and after more on-the-job training, morning flew by. Suddenly, it was lunch.
"Alright, ordering delivery. What do you want?"
"Kimchi stew for me."
"Miso stew."
"Two pork stir-fries."
As a small outfit, no cafeteria—just takeout from the local rice house nearby.
"Eat up, Hyun-seong."
"Ah! Thanks."
"Haha, Na-yeon must feel secure. Got a grown son like that already."
"Yeah, tell me about it."
...The guys at work...
Their eyes auto-tracked Mom's ass, but otherwise, they didn't seem like bad dudes. Honestly, if I weren't her son—just some guy—I might not have blamed them.
Whoa! Unfilial thought... again.
Anyway, the staff I'd just met were treating me decently, so the awkwardness was fading a bit.
"Na-yeon, come eat."
"Ah... hold on. Got a text from the boss."
"Oh..."
But Mom fiddled with her phone for a while after the food arrived, then grabbed her bag and stood.
"Boss called me over... Hyun-seong, enjoy your lunch."
"Huh? Oh, okay."
She slung her handbag over her shoulder, heels clicking as she strutted out of the shop.
And suddenly, the staff got all awkward, glancing at me.
"Uh... do you eat lunch with the boss often?"
"Huh? Haha... well, it's..."
They looked embarrassed to explain it to me, her son.
How do you tell the kid his mom got summoned for cum duty during lunch by the boss, Kwak Young-cheol?
I'd kinda suspected... but eating while knowing still left a bitter taste.
Mom didn't come back all afternoon.
The other staff handled reception while I learned more tasks—this time, paperwork sorting from Oh Da-hye.
"Like this, drop the photos in the folder..."
"Ah, yeah... like so?"
"Nice. You're a quick learner."
Oh Da-hye... not much to look at, but sharp at her job. Long-timer here too. Figured she'd seen how Mom worked, so I asked.
"Has my mom... been fitting in okay?"
"Fitting in? Uh... yeah, sure..."
There it was...
That embarrassed face again when talking to her son.
Seeing it a lot lately.
Day three on the job.
Three days in, and it was pretty much the same as day one.
I trailed Assistant Manager Kim Cheol-ho, handling every odd job imaginable. Tiny seven-person shop—no clear divisions.
Everyone did way more than their main gig. Me? Helping with docs, uploading pics, SNS comments, even mechanic stuff.
Dealers pitched in on repairs, then docs when free. Total patchwork operation.
But Mom? Strictly customer greeting and coffee for staff.
That's it. Not just salaried slacker levels—she was straight-up robbing the payroll...
And on day three, I finally saw the boss, Kwak Young-cheol, at the shop.
"Hey, Hyun-seong settling in fine?"
"Yes, sir."
"Kid, no need for 'sir.' Call me uncle."
"No way, how could I..."
He'd barely shown his face before, always out roaming. Yesterday, he called Mom in after lunch and kept her till closing.
I was dying to know what he was doing to her, but I couldn't grill the bastard.
"Cheol-ho teaching you right?"
"Assistant Manager Kim? Yeah..."
"Yup, he's basically the real boss here. Anyway, work hard. I'll treat you and your mom to lunch sometime."
"Ah... thanks."
He was clearly sexually humiliating Mom, but as a newbie employee, I had to stay polite. Gut-wrenching, but no choice.
Boss holed up in his office, me running around on tasks.
"Na-yeon. Boss wants you."
I saw Oh Da-hye summon Mom from the reception lounge—her face full of contempt. Mom glanced my way, then headed to the boss's office. I approached Oh Da-hye in the hall, sipping water.
"Does the boss... call my mom in a lot?"
"Uh...? Well..."
"Some important work?"
"...Y-yeah, probably?"
That "can't say it to the son" look again.
Ah...
Hm.
Mom stayed "summoned" for a good twenty minutes. I was out front with Kim Cheol-ho greeting customers, but my mind kept drifting there.
"..."
Thirty minutes of me obsessing.
Mom finally emerged from the accounting office toward reception. I pretended to head to the bathroom, waited in the hall, and stopped her as she passed.
"Mom."
"Huh? Hyun-seong... what's up?"
She looked flustered for a split second... then smoothed her expression like nothing happened.
"No... you were gone so long. Important business?"
"...Ah, y-yeah... important stuff."
"Like what?"
"...Kid. What do you need to know for?"
Flustered, she mumbled and dodged.
"Just thought maybe something I should learn."
"Nah, private matter. Anyway! Mom's busy..."
She blatantly avoided my eyes and hurried back to reception.
Ha. But...
Maybe it was my imagination... but Mom's panties. Clear outline under her skirt this morning... gone now.
And a gross wet stain on her gray skirt, way too obvious.
...Something trickling down her thigh.
This confirmed it.
That Instagram video from the office...
Not a one-off impulse. No way.
Kwak Young-cheol fucked Mom in his office nearly every day for fun.
And she took it like it was normal.
Even the staff all knew—out in the open.
Explained those awkward stares when they first saw me.
Everyone knew. Mom was President Kwak Young-cheol's personal fuckhole.