Part-Time Job (6)
Dad was smart and hardworking, and he loved his wife and daughter. Mom was beautiful, youthful for her age, and proud of her looks. Dad always busted his ass for his wife and daughter, while Mom poured all her effort into maintaining her appearance and figure. Dad loved it when people complimented his family's looks, and Mom reveled in praise for her beauty. Dad was devoted to his home life, but Mom enjoyed going out. Dad had eyes only for his wife, but Mom craved the gaze of many men. Dad always carried family photos in his pocket, while Mom loved posting her stunning figure on SNS.
The beautiful mom basking in men's attention and enjoying those stares. The smart, diligent dad who steadfastly tried to prove his love amid his wife's indifference. And their daughter, who inherited Mom's stunning looks and Dad's sharp mind. The mom who meticulously groomed her beauty and savored men's gazes. Dad's unwavering, one-sided love for her. The daughter hated Mom and felt frustrated with Dad. She couldn't understand either of them. She thought she'd never understand them, that she'd be different forever.
Click.
Yu-ri adjusted the camera angle from above so her face wouldn't show. Hmm... perfect, this should do it... She referenced the test shot on her screen, fine-tuning the angle and composition. Today was a special day, so she'd put extra effort into her outfit. Despite the lingering chill, she'd slipped into skin-tight leather short pants that deliberately accentuated her hips—a line she'd kept hidden until now. The high-neck knit top teasingly exposed her navel, and knee-high long boots added more focal points. Satisfied with her look, she quickly pulled out a notepad and jotted something down.
March 12, 2024. Drinking night tonight.
She tore off the page, bit it between her teeth, then lifted her top all the way to her neck with one hand, striking a pose that bared her navel and bra. She tugged the bra down just enough to hint at her pink nipples without fully revealing them.
Click.
With the shutter sound, Yu-ri hurriedly checked the photo. Hmm... no face at all. Maybe if it catches just a bit of my jawline and nose tip—that'd be ideal? She snapped a few more tests, readjusting the angle.
Whew... alright, for real now. Deep breath, then—
Click.
A grin bloomed across her face as she reviewed it. Perfect. She dove into her gallery, opened the DMs, hammered out a quick message, attached the file, and hit send.
NewbieButtQueen has sent a DM to VirtueStackerPlumpGut.
Yu-ri sat back in her chair, waiting. Her heart pounded with nervous anticipation, her legs trembling slightly. She bit her lip, then her nail, unable to hide her tension. After ten minutes frozen in place, her screen lit up with a new DM notification.
VirtueStackerPlumpGut has sent a DM to NewbieButtQueen.
"Hohohoho!" An involuntary burst of laughter escaped her. Startled, Yu-ri froze, pressed her ear to the door, and listened for anyone nearby.
Whew... A sigh of relief—and excitement. She bit her lip again, rereading the message.
I offer my worship—grant this lowly one just a bit more of your holy blessing...
Blessing? Hehehehe. A sly smile curved her lips as she savored it. They parted slightly, her wet tongue flicking across them. Anyone who knew Yu-ri would be dizzy just looking at her now—her face was flushed with seductive allure and raw sensuality.
Haaaah... She slid a hand under her top, slipping it into her bra. Her fingertips brushed her pebbled skin, feeling her nipple harden under her touch.
Hnngh... For a while, she caressed herself, swallowing breathy moans.
Suddenly remembering, she grabbed her phone, tapped the DM, and typed a reply.
March 12, 2024, 8 PM—men's restroom
NewbieButtQueen has sent a DM to VirtueStackerPlumpGut.
Knock knock knock knock knock
March 12, 2024, 8 PM—men's restroom
"Boss, I'm disappointed."
The owner of Don Doni Ne stared at Seonghwan in bewilderment at his out-of-nowhere comment.
"Our econ department booked this place for their afterparty. Doesn't that mean it was reserved in advance?"
"Yeah, it was."
Seonghwan's face twisted at the boss's shameless, matter-of-fact expression.
"I only found out yesterday. You weren't here then, so I couldn't ask, but if you knew ahead, you could've given me a heads-up."
The boss couldn't hide his bafflement. "Would it have made a difference if I'd told you early? Got someone you know in econ? Someone awkward?"
Yeah. Way too many. The senior who'd glared at him murderously when he yelled at Yu-ri during orientation was in econ. Another who'd coldly turned away during his talent show. And above all...
Bro wouldn't show for something like this... but what if?
Could he handle Minhwan's gaze if he showed? Seonghwan had to plead with the boss.
"Boss, can I wear a hat and mask just for today?"
"Hat? Mask? Pfft, sure. Hell, up until four years ago, everyone wore masks daily during the pandemic. Do what you want. And I'll let you step out for fresh air during hall breaks. Haha!"
Relieved by the boss's leniency, Seonghwan headed to the changing room, feeling lighter.
Bzzzzt.
Hm? Midway through changing, his phone vibrated. He checked it.
Senior Yumi? It was her KakaoTalk alert. He opened the chat.
Seonghwan panicked at Yumi's message and fired back.
Yumi said her piece and went silent, no room for argument.
Is today the day shit hits the fan? Did Senior Yumi mean that? Or just club meetup? As he set his phone down, a sudden thought made him pick it back up and search the web.
Heh. Already got my daily bread, but hey, can't hurt. She's been sending often lately. Damn, this is addictive.
He opened his gallery and DMs.
Ooh, there it is. NewbieButtQueen's getting bold. Frequent sends... truly grateful.
He tapped the glowing DM.
March 12, 2024, 8 PM—men's restroom
NewbieButtQueen has sent a DM to VirtueStackerPlumpGut.
What? That's it? 8 PM? Now specifying time? Did she hit the men's room this morning? Local playground one? No pic? Forgot? Previous ones had pics...
His head spun at the cryptic message and rare pic-less send.
Fuck it, not the time. Owner of this DM's coming here today anyway—what's it matter?
Shaking off the confusion, he finished changing and stepped into the hall. Customers were already buzzing in.
Shit? My mask! He snatched the mask from the hall corner and slapped it on, greeting arrivals.
"Welcome! Sit wherever's comfy."
The students glanced at him, nodded slightly, but hesitated to sit.
"Hey, wait a bit more?"
"You too? Same. Fuck, seat wars tonight."
??
Seonghwan puzzled over the guys ahead. They stood by the entrance, chatting expectantly. He held off guiding them.
But as more piled up, eyeing the frontrunners and lining beside, he couldn't wait.
"Folks, crowding here's chaos. If waiting for friends, grab a table first and save seats?"
The entrance guys exchanged glances, frozen.
What the hell? Waiting for the boss or some shit? Why group weird?
As irritation built, a guy near the door yelled.
"Ooooh, she's here!"
"Where? Oh, fuck, really!"
"Me too!"
Sudden cheers, guys surging to the door ignoring him. Seonghwan was baffled.
What? Idol sighting for fangirls? Korea U geniuses lost it collectively?
He craned to follow their gazes.
And saw her. Min Yu-ri striding in a crisp white half-coat, clinging knit, short leather pants outlining every curve.
Min Yu-ri?
Now he got it. Her uncharacteristic outfit, hairstyle, makeup—even from afar, she'd gone all out. Seonghwan, who'd seen her coord via daytime DM pic, still reeled at the real thing. It was shocking.
Anyone'd mistake her for a top idol... but dressed that bold?
"Ooooh, fuck, she's insanely hot. Who's that with her?"
"Younghwan? Why's that punk with Yu-ri? Hanjin's there too?"
"Knew they got group project with her... fuck, that why?"
The cheering guys spotted her escorts, jealousy flaring.
Oh yeah, Advertising Expression Techniques crew all together? Seonghwan belatedly clocked the two nobodies overshadowed by Min Yu-ri. Good thing he'd begged Younghwan to keep his job secret—no loose lips there.
Just hold hands and fuck off to a pork place. Scared my name'll slip.
But they marched right into Don Doni Ne, Younghwan and Hanjin holding doors like escorts.
"...Welcome."
Pretending ignorance, he greeted as they pushed through. Younghwan grinned at masked Seonghwan, guiding Min Yu-ri to the window seat; Hanjin nodded knowingly.
Min Yu-ri... breezed past without a glance, plopping down where directed.
Rude bitch. I'm VirtueStackerPlumpGut. Think you can handle knowing later?
As she sat, the hall noise shifted to her table. Four seats per table, five squeezing. Smart Korea U guys mobilized.
"Yo, Younghwan, long time. Mind if I sit? Catch up."
"You see Younghwan in dept office yesterday? Hallucination? Bullshit. Hanjin, your side ok?"
"You punks, rep the dept prez first. Exec committee ignoring kids to snag seats?"
Chair-grabbing ensued among the dudes.
Entertaining. No need for lion/hyena docs.
Seonghwan eyed the turf war, then moved.
Spotlight creates shadows.
He approached girls hovering dazed at the entrance.
"Welcome. Korea U econ?"
"Ah... yes!"
"Looking for seats? I'll guide. Window end to back—that's prime real estate. Sit now in the chaos, it's gold. First come, first served."
"Heehee, thanks."
"Pfft, haha."
Booze blurs seats anyway—guys or girls, execs rearrange. He just didn't want them sidelined. Or bailing to another spot. Better girls flock here than guys.
His quip drew giggles around him. Guys finally noticed, calling girls over.
"Jihye! C'mere."
"Yeah, Galaxy, join us."
They mixed genders, sorting seats.
Yes, that's it. Almost settled.
Seonghwan smiled, grabbing menus.
Once execs arrive, circulate 'em.
Some spots empty—leaders pending, by the glances.
Due any sec...
Tables preset for reservation time.
Real start when full.
Oh... incoming? Wait... huh?
Familiar faces outside. One who'd glared since orientation day one.
But what floored him...
Fuck? Bro?
Minhwan entering the restaurant.