Summer Getaway Prep (10)
Hanbyul barely made it to Mo-nyeo Deopbap. Before he could even steel himself, the people waiting to greet him were—
None other than the Baek mother and daughter.
"You still haven't made up?"
"Did you and Dad actually fight?"
"Th-that's..."
Ah... Ever since that day, Iseul's been calling me "Dad" and acting like she's my real daughter.
Having just finished a massive release not long before, the two women's faces and figures were more than enough to set his still-sensitive body off. Especially the dense, milk-heavy swell of Noona Jiwoo's chest—one look and he wanted nothing more than to get hard and have her bounce him on those breasts right then and there.
"Th-Iseul... c-could you back up a little first..."
If he took another hit of stimulation like the one before, he really might end up flashing a bare erection the way he had on the bus. So he pushed the two of them away.
"Augh~! Why do you keep dodging the question!!!"
Between Yang Jia and Jeon Hanbyul both refusing to give a straight answer, Baek Iseul was about ready to lose her mind. She pressed herself flush against Hanbyul as if her body alone could force the issue—and in that brief instant—
"Dad."
Jia called out to him.
"Y-yeah?"
Is this a dream? Is this real? After three whole days of the cold shoulder, Jia finally spoke to me first. A wave of emotion was crashing over him like a tsunami when—
"Ha. Fuck."
As if the moment had never happened, Jia was glaring at him again with that razor-sharp look. He really was going to go insane.
"Huh?"
Noona Jiwoo was staring at the whole scene like she couldn't believe it, while Iseul—who'd clearly caught on—wore a sly little smile, like an actress cast as a third-rate villain. She had such a pure, beautiful face; he'd never seen anyone abuse a face like that so thoroughly.
While Jia sulked and went back to staring at her phone, the other three put their heads together and launched into a full strategy meeting.
"So, did you figure anything out, Iseul?"
"Yeah, Dad. Look."
"..."
A thought crossed Baek Jiwoo's mind—did they really need to go this far? She had to open the restaurant soon; she couldn't keep inserting herself into those two's relationship forever.
"So I go up to Dad, right?"
The second Iseul approached Hanbyul, Jia quietly set her phone down and snuck a glance their way.
"And then I stick to him like this...?"
The moment Iseul rested her head against Hanbyul's arm—the second those white strands brushed his shoulder—
"Dad."
Jia called him again.
"Yeah? What is it, Jia...?"
Apparently she hadn't thought past that, because she just looked around the restaurant.
"Okay. Now I'll back off."
Iseul whispered and stepped away from Hanbyul. Jia shot him another glare and spat a curse.
"Ha. Fucking hell."
"Huh?"
"Ohhh?"
The two adults' eyes went round with shock at the reaction.
"See? Told you."
Iseul thrust out her modest chest and lifted her chin like she'd done all the heavy lifting.
"Uh... but Iseul, so what do we do now?"
Maybe because of the bizarre spectacle she'd just witnessed, Jiwoo was interested now too.
"Heheh~ That part goes like this~?"
Iseul looked back and forth between them with a little-devil smile.
"Simple. Make her jealous."
And so the so-called Jia Jealousy Operation began.
Step one: the outfit.
"First, you dress a little slutty."
Following Iseul's advice, Hanbyul started serving in a trendy crop top and short shorts.
"Jia's dad~ Can you take our order~♡"
"Yes~ Coming right up~"
As of today, Hanbyul was the restaurant's breakout star. Every customer in the place tracked him with their eyes the second he walked past.
"What can I get for you?"
"Holy shit... I can see his nipples."
"That's seriously fucking hot...♡"
"I'm about to flood my seat."
Normally, the second anyone sexually harassed or catcalled Hanbyul, Jiwoo would come storming out with a ladle and throw them out on the spot. But today Jiwoo looked the other way—and Hanbyul let it happen.
"Ugh, what should I order..."
A customer pretended to study the menu while one hand casually groped Hanbyul's thigh.
"Hnn~♡"
Borrowing the force of his heat, Hanbyul turned the situation right back around.
"Ah... what should I get? Jia's dad, you got anything soft and squishy?"
"Ah—then how about this? The fresh salmon rice bowl is nice and tender. I think you'd like it."
"Oh, really? I think I'd like Hanbyul's filthy thighs even more~♡"
"Ah, yes. I'll put you down for the fresh salmon rice bowl, then."
"Mm, got it. Papa~♡"
Step two: the behavior.
"Act a little hotter."
Keeping Iseul's advice in mind, he carried the previous table's food over.
"Food's here, Noona~ Where should I set it down?"
The word Noona slipped out of Hanbyul's mouth, and suddenly calls for him erupted from every corner of the restaurant.
"Oppa!!! Over here, over here!!!"
"Hanbyul~ Come to Noona! Noona's extra hungry today~"
"Oppa, I wanna touch something soft and squishy!"
In an instant the whole place was boiling over.
"Nnh... thank you."
The customer who'd just received her food flushed crimson and squirmed in her seat.
"Um, Hanbyul-nim... I'd like a drink too..."
"A drink? Hmm... I'm not totally sure myself, actually. Could we look at the menu together?"
Claiming he didn't know the menu was a complete lie. He just wanted an excuse to sit with the customer and look at it side by side.
Hanbyul settled in next to her, laughing and chatting over the menu like a couple on a date, soaking up a happy little stretch of time—when—
"Fuck. For real..."
Watching the whole thing, Jia bit down on her lower lip and filed every last one of those bitches away in her head.
"You're all dead. Every last one of you flirting little shits."
"Hey, Yang Jia! Stop standing around and get back to the kitchen!"
Iseul called out, clearly enjoying herself—
"What. You wanna die too?"
"Hiiik...!"
Crushed under that aura, tiny precious Iseul shrank into a little ball.
Meanwhile, whether he noticed any of this or not, Hanbyul had already moved on to another table...
"Um... s-so what's the bestseller here?"
A customer asked while sneakily eyeing his stomach.
"Ah, you're asking about our most popular dishes?"
He practically draped himself across the table, chin propped in his hand as he peered at the menu.
"Hmm... let's see... this one sells well, and this one too... people in their twenties usually go for this, and thirties for that."
"Ah, you can stay like that a little longer if you want..."
"Oh, really? Yes, thank you~♡"
While Hanbyul studied the menu, customers had already drifted in behind him, casually snapping photos or staring at those lush thighs and daydreaming about married life.
On the way back to the counter with the order—
"Whoops, almost fell~!"
Ordinarily it was the oldest, most transparent trick in the book: fake a stumble and grab both of Hanbyul's nipples on the way down. But today, anything went.
"Oh my, are you okay, Noona?"
"Mmh~♡ Thanks, Hanbyul?"
The harassment only got bolder.
"Hanbyul, come here a sec~"
"Yes~ On my way!"
"I'll take an order."
One woman placed an order while another slipped up behind him to stroke his thigh or toy with his nipples... and before long they weren't even pretending. Anytime Hanbyul walked past, they slapped his ass or groped his thighs without a shred of shame.
"Fucking hell!!!"
Watching Hanbyul come back after enduring every kind of molestation, Jia was boiling over.
"Dad, what the hell is wrong with you?"
"Hm? About what...?"
"Don't you dare act like you don't know!!!"
"What. Yang Jia, we're working. Do your job properly."
She was getting a side of her dad she'd never seen before—cold, dismissive. Of course, that was part of it too...
Step three: the words.
"Now turn up the heat a little! Throw some affection at other people too... hmm~? Like me, for example? Kihi~♡"
Hanbyul put Iseul's advice into practice on the spot.
Right then, Iseul came out of the kitchen carrying food, and the moment Hanbyul saw her—
"Oh! There's my girl~ Iseuuul~♡"
He pulled her into a hug and started nuzzling all over her.
Normally Iseul would have been over the moon—but after witnessing Jia's fury just moments ago, the color drained from her face in an instant.
D-Dad! Not now! Not riiight now...!!!
Jia stared at Iseul with empty, dull eyes.
"You're so cute~ Our Iseul is just too cuuute~♡"
Hhk.. Dad... I told you you can't do this riiight nooow..♡
But being loved by Hanbyul was more intense than anything else—a pleasure worth risking everything for.
Ah, fuck it. Tell her to kill me. I'm just gonna enjoy this.
"Eheheheheh♡ Dad, I love you so much~ Papa! Gimme milk!!!"
"Hm? Milk?"
"Yeah! Papa milk! I'm thirsty..."
"Alright, then I'll give it to you after we close~♡"
"Yesss!!!"
Watching Hanbyul and Iseul bloom with even more affection than she herself had ever gotten, Jia—loser that she was—broke down and started to cry.
"Waaaaah... waaaaaah... hhk.. hhk... I hate you, Dad!!! Waaaaah..."
Hanbyul froze in panic...
Jia...
Iseul panicked even harder...
Ah shit. We're fucked...
And Jiwoo panicked hardest of all.
"Who made her cry!!!"
And just like that, Mo-nyeo Deopbap shut its doors well before the usual closing time.