Summer Getaway Prep (1)
Somewhere in the darkened house, a faint glow leaked through a bedroom doorway.
"Huh? Jia, what's up?"
"Hey, Iseul. You looking to hire a part-timer?"
"Huh? What are you talking about? What part-time job?"
"We're going to the beach, and I need to scrape together some travel money."
"Spill it. Who is he."
Baek Iseul could be called Jia's best friend—no, practically her womb-sister. During the park incident, she had been the first to stumble upon the mortifying scene between Hanbyul and Haeseo, and she'd been the one to round up her friends. A thoroughly shameless girl with a libido to match.
"Wh-what are you talking about..!"
"Did you get a guy? What's he like? Handsome? Nice body? Big dick? Loaded? What is it, what is it, why are you leaving me out of itttt..!"
Is this right...?
They'd barely started talking and already the road ahead looked bleak. A small, nagging regret was already settling in the back of Jia's mind—maybe she shouldn't have called.
She'd figured Iseul's family restaurant would be perfect for a short-term gig, but she had momentarily forgotten that this girl was completely insane about men.
"Ah, come on, what is itttt.. why won't you tell meeeee...!"
Once this crazy bitch latched onto something, she never knew when to stop. Jia promptly raised the white flag.
"Haa... look. I'm going with Dad."
"Huh? Ohhh..."
Jia thought Iseul would drop it and back down. Instead—
"I wanna go too!!! Let's go together!!! Take me with youuuu!!!"
Whether she had no sense of the situation or simply hadn't understood a word, the damn girl just kept shrieking.
Jia silently vowed that once this whole affair was wrapped up, she would never contact her again.
"It's a date with just me and Dad. Take a hint and back off."
"Hey, who said I was going with your dad? I'm going to hunt, you brat."
"Ugh..."
Well, given Iseul's personality, she wasn't the type to treat Dad with any kind of lustful intent—she'd just be her usual cheerful self. That much Jia could accept. Even when they'd traveled together before, Iseul had been dead-set on picking up guys. Of course, her actual success rate compared to the effort was a solid zero percent...
"Then what about your restaurant? You work there with your mom."
"Ah~ don't worry about that. Mom and I have already been thinking about it. We're taking like a week off."
"Oh, really? Then that's perfect. Want to come along this time?"
Every time Jia went over to Iseul's house, Iseul's mother had always welcomed her so kindly. This time she figured she could kill two birds with one stone—thank her properly, and introduce her to Dad while she was at it.
"Yes yes! I'll talk to Mom about it."
"Hey! Don't just tell her about the trip—tell her about working at the restaurant too!!!"
"Obviously, you idiot. Hanging up~"
"Oki."
Click—.
"Okay, that should do it. Now, let's look at swimsuits."
Still lying on the bed, Jia browsed through site after site, searching for swimsuits. Whatever she was imagining, her breathing grew heavier, and a wet stain began to spread across her dolphin shorts.
"Hnn~♡ Dad, let's just hang in there for two weeks, okay?"
Meanwhile, the moment she hung up with Jia, Iseul dashed out to the living room in nothing but her panties to find her mother.
"Mom~!!!"
She had a chest much like Jia's, bouncing and swaying like rippling waves as she ran. If Jia was the childbearing-hip type, Iseul was the slender type—a beautiful figure with curves in all the right places, everything that should fill out filling out, everything that should cinch cinching in.
"Hey, you brat! Put some clothes on! Clothes!!!"
Iseul's mother, Baek Jiwoo, was the complete opposite—the very definition of voluptuous. Breasts that looked ready to overflow even if you tried to hold them with both hands. A pelvis that could more than hold its own against Hanbyul's wife, Yang Jiwoo. And a feast of thighs that stirred something almost sadistic in anyone who looked.
Two heads of white hair came together as one.
"Kyaa~ what's with you, really. I'm still a kid, you know."
"Wow, Mom, your boobs are huge..."
As if she'd reverted to childhood, Iseul burrowed into her mother's arms and started fondling those two massive breasts.
"Khhn... stop that. What. What's going on."
"Oh, right."
Only after her dazed expression snapped back to its usual innocent face did she get to the point.
"Mom, should we hire a part-timer?"
"What part-timer! A part-timer!!! We're already dying from lack of customers. We'll be lucky to keep food on the table, you brat."
At this out-of-nowhere remark, Iseul's mother raised one arm, ready to smack her across the back.
"Noooo!!! Just listen to me. It's just..!"
Iseul launched into a thoroughly distorted version of events: that Jia wanted to earn some pocket money to go on a trip with her dad this summer, that part-time jobs were so impossible to find she'd come asking Iseul, and that she'd invited them along on the trip as well.
Iseul had a habit of pathological exaggeration. If things weren't going her way, she'd inflate the story or twist it to her liking until people went along with it.
"Huum~ so Jia's like that, huh?"
"Yep!"
Sensing her mother starting to come around, Iseul nodded her head vigorously.
"But what about Jia's mother?"
"Ah, Jia's mom is on a business trip overseas, so she's not home right now."
"Oh, is that so? Then it's just Jia working the part-time job?"
"Hmm...? Hold on."
Tap-tap-tap. She'd barely sent the text when a reply came right back.
"Oh~! She says Jia's dad is working too?"
"Huh? Her father too?"
"Yeah, they decided they'd earn the travel money themselves."
"Ah, is that so?"
Baek Jiwoo allowed a faint smile to form.
Jia's father is coming, huh? Sales might actually go up.
Whether he knew it or not, Jeon Hanbyul's reputation had spread through the entire neighborhood. Tall for a man(?), kind, cute, and with a great body—he came up constantly in the housewives' association. The fact that the married man next door had become prime catch material for so many women was something only Jeon Hanbyul himself didn't know.
"Alright then. Tell them to come in starting tomorrow."
"Ah, but Mom!"
"What now..."
She needed to sleep if she was going to get up at dawn to prep vegetables. But this daughter of hers just would not stop interrupting.
"Should we go on vacation with Jia's family too?"
"Huh? With Jia's father?"
"Yeah! Let's go together while we're at it!"
Iseul asked with a perfectly innocent face.
This girl is obviously just trying to go hunting. Aigoo...
The lust boiling behind that innocent face was completely obvious, but she pretended not to notice.
"We'll meet them tomorrow anyway. I'll discuss it with Jia's father then."
"Okay! Got it~ I'm gonna go pick out a swimsuit!"
Iseul sashayed off, swaying her hips as she went, and Jiwoo simply could not let that pass.
SMACK!!!
"Kyaaak!!! Mom, what are you doing~!!!"
"What, your ass looked so plump I had to smack it. Can't I do what I want with my own daughter?"
"Uuugh!!! Get over here!!!"
Apparently a little heated, Iseul grabbed her mother's breasts.
"Khahahaaaah~♡"
"Hehe, found it. Mom's weak spot~"
And so the Baek family spent a long, thoroughly enjoyable time wrestling and play-fighting.
"Is this the place...?"
It sat in a commercial building, a restaurant whose name was a little suggestive—but supposedly a hidden gem known only to those in the know.
"Dad, what are you doing! Come on, let's go in!"
"Uh-huh.. okay.."
Pushed inside by Jia, Hanbyul found the restaurant surprisingly well-appointed. It felt closer to a cozy Korean eatery than a Japanese one—wooden chairs, wooden tables, and even a menu board mounted on one wall. It might have looked a bit like a working-man's diner, but that homey warmth had a way of grabbing a Korean heart and not letting go.
"Iseul! I'm here!!!"
The moment they stepped inside, his daughter bellowed for the owner at the top of her lungs. She really was quite the formidable young woman—who she took after was anyone's guess.
Just then, two figures emerged from the kitchen, blue curtains fluttering behind them. A mother and daughter.
Ah. So Iseul takes after her mother.
Like her mother, she had snow-white hair, and she wore a blue apron with Mo-nyeo Deopbap written across it. With that innocent face, she seemed like she'd be a very good influence as Jia's friend.
"Ah! Hello, Jia's father!!! I've heard so much about you from Jia!"
Iseul answered at full volume, bowing a full ninety degrees. Jia had only ever shown him photos, so in a way, this was the first time the two of them were actually meeting.
I wonder if Jia showed her my photos too...?
And then a sweet, honeyed voice followed from behind.
"Hello~ I'm Baek Jiwoo, Iseul's mother."
Jiwoo...?
The moment he heard his wife's name, he looked up—and had no idea where to put his eyes. Unlike the slender Iseul, Iseul's mother had an extremely voluptuous figure. Even with the apron covering her, her breasts, her hips, and her ass were jutting out and swaying with every step.
"Ah, yes, hello... I'm Jeon Hanbyul, Jia's dad."
After the greetings, Jia's friend stared at him with wide, sparkling eyes.
"Wow... you're really cute.. I mean, handsome.."
She'd clearly been about to say cute. He was grateful for the compliment, but the way she was looking at him—like she was under some kind of spell—was a little unsettling.
"Alright. Now that we've all said hello, shall we get started?"
Iseul's mother Jiwoo spoke in a gentle, soothing voice—but it didn't take long at all for that voice to do a complete one-eighty.
"Hey!!! Baek Iseul! Orders are backing up!!!"
"Hwaak! Sorry, sorry!"
"Yang Jia, get it together!?!? You keep that up and you won't even get leftover soup!"
"Y-yes! Understood!!!"
"Hey! Jeon Hanbyul!!!"
"Y-yes..?"
"Keep your clothes neat! Is this a bar?!"
"I-I'm sorry!!!"
How on earth had it come to this... He had a sinking feeling that earning money was not going to be a smooth ride.