Vacation Preparations (2)
"Hahh..."
Three o'clock. Break time. Between prepping ingredients since dawn and serving food straight through lunch, I had been certain I was going to die. It felt like my very soul had been wrung out and hung up to dry... Honestly, this was the first time I had ever wanted to flee a part-time job — and the first time I had missed my wife this badly while working. Well... it was also my first part-time job, period.
"So? How's the job treating you?"
Iseul's mother — Baek Jiwoo — set a cup of cold water on the table and settled into the seat across from me as if it were the most natural thing in the world. The prickly, sharp-tongued restaurant owner from earlier had vanished without a trace, and in her place was the warm, easygoing woman I had met that first day.
"I... I'm gonna dieee..."
I was so exhausted that I grabbed her hand without thinking and slumped forward, resting my chin against it. I had expected a working woman's hands to be rough, but they were surprisingly soft and warm. Soft enough that if those fingers ever stroked someone's belly and she sang a lullaby, adult or child, they would be out cold in seconds.
"Hyit...! A-ah, Jia's father...!"
Through half-lidded eyes, I glanced over to see how the girls were holding up.
"Pfft...!"
Every last one of them had collapsed into their chairs like the life had been sucked out of them, staring into space with hollow, wiped-out faces. They were so cute I suddenly remembered Jia as a little girl — how she used to pass out on the way home after running herself ragged at the amusement park.
When did that tiny little thing get this big...
"Y-you look happy."
Iseul's mother must have noticed, because a gentle smile spread across her face. There really was something about watching your kids sleep that sent every kind of thought and feeling rushing through you at once. I set those warm old memories aside and turned to her, half-complaining about the restaurant.
"But... is it always this busy?"
I downed the cold water she had brought me like a shot of liquor and asked, sounding more wronged than I meant to. She had been fanning herself, and from the way she answered, I must have leaned in a little too close.
"Well, after we talked on the phone yesterday, I put the word out to the Housewives' Association. I told them Jia's father would be working here for two weeks... Haha."
The Housewives' Association really did have terrifying power.
"Then... the customers who came in today...?"
"That's right. Most of them are Association members, or people they know."
A sudden, overpowering urge to run for my life welled up, and I stared at Iseul's mother with something close to betrayal.
"I thought you were a nice person. You're actually awful...! Slave-driver! Evil boss!"
"Nnnh... talking me down like that? I actually like it...♡"
"Pardon? What did you just say?"
"A-ah, nothing. More importantly — would it be all right if I came along on the trip too...?"
She brought up the very thing I had been meaning to ask. As a fellow parent, I understood exactly how she felt, so I agreed without a second thought.
"Of course! I don't think I could handle those little terrors all by myself anyway."
"But... will Jia's mother be all right with it?"
Ah. Right.
I had forgotten the most important thing. My wife, Jiwoo — who knew absolutely none of this.
"Let me give her a call. Just a moment."
"Okaaay~ Take your tiiime~"
On my way outside, I paused to stroke Jia's hair. The goofy little smile on her face looked so much like a cat's that it was almost too cute to bear.
I stepped out and dialed, but she must have still been busy, because she didn't pick up right away. While the phone rang, I found myself watching Iseul's mother through the window with Mo-nyeo Deopbap written across it. Not that I was trying to spy or anything. I just... happened to look. Purely by accident...
She glanced at her two daughters, slumped in their chairs like corpses, then checked her surroundings this way and that. Once she was sure no one was watching, she picked up the cup I had been drinking from and dragged her tongue all the way around the rim.
Huh...? Did she grab the wrong cup?
That strange little question was still forming when my wife finally picked up.
"What's going on? You actually called?"
"Ah... well."
I explained the whole situation from the beginning.
"So you're going on the trip — and Iseul's family is coming with you?"
I had been sure she would say no the second she heard another woman was involved.
"Yeah, I figured it might be a little... Haha. I was just asking. Don't worry about it too—"
"No, it's fine."
"Huh?"
She agreed without the slightest hesitation. That was my wife for you...
"She's Jia's friend, right? She's not going to try anything weird. And even if she did, Jia would stop her."
"R-right?"
"Wait. Iseul's mom is also named Jiwoo?"
"Mm... yeah. Funny coincidence, huh? Same name."
"What's she like?"
"W-what do you mean?"
"Her body. What's her figure like."
I felt bad for Iseul's mother, but if I wanted to get through this in one piece, I didn't have a choice.
"She's... on the heavier side."
"Oh yeah? She's got a lot of meat on her?"
"Mm..."
"So she's fat."
"No, more like... v-voluptuous, I guess...?"
"The fuck? Voluptuous?"
"A-ah, no! Jiwoo, that's not what I—"
"Ah, so what you're saying is my tits are too small and I've got no meat on my hips, so I'm too skinny and not good enough. Is that it?"
"W-what are you talking about?! Do you have any idea how good you look?"
"What, you're gonna flip on your back and start panting the second you see a pair of fat tits? Like a cheap little whore?"
This was bad. We had landed on her chest — her biggest complex.
"Should I just get a boob job? Or pig out until they fill out?"
"No, why would you— honey, I like you. You know that."
"Fuck, everyone says they like it at first, but the second a pair of fat tits shows up they lose their goddamn minds..."
"Yang Jiwoo!"
Her name tore out of me before I could stop it.
"Hah... now you're yelling at me?"
"I love you♡ Your body is so much better than some useless pile of fat. I'm already hard just thinking about you. What are you gonna do about iiit..."
I had never imagined my heat period would come in handy at a time like this. Sounds I would never have made in my right mind spilled out of me — raw, aching little moans, all for Jiwoo.
"Haah... I want you, Jiwoo. I want to do it all day until I'm dripping weeen... I don't like fat women like that. A beautiful body like yours is so much better."
"..."
"Jiwoooo♡"
"Then take a picture and send it."
"Huh? I'm outside right now..."
"If you love me — if you like my chest more than those udders — take a picture right now and send it."
"A-all right. Honey, just give me a second..."
"Don't hang up."
"Ah— okay..."
Getting to the bathroom meant walking right past Iseul's mother, so I bolted for the alley beside the building instead.
"Hah... hah..."
The second I realized I was about to expose myself outdoors, a tremor ran through me — the fear of being caught tangled up with a rush of something electric and sharp.
I threw off the apron, then shoved my shorts and underwear down together.
"B-babe, can I leave my shirt on to take it...?"
Taking the top off too felt like far too much.
"Fine. Send it already."
"Mm... thanks, honey."
I bunched my shirt up past my chest and bit the hem between my teeth, then tensed my trembling arms and legs and stared into the camera — cock standing stiff and flushed.
Heat bloomed across my face. My eyes kept darting around, checking every direction, and the fabric clenched in my mouth grew soaked with drool.
Click.
I still couldn't keep my eyes still, so I covered them with one arm and took another.
Click.
The photos were the kind of humiliating shots you would only ever see in porn. Even so, a strange, shivering pleasure rolled through me, and my whole body shuddered.
I yanked my clothes back on in a panic and sent them to Jiwoo.
"I sent them, Jiwoo..."
"Hmm... good boy. Keep taking pictures like this and sending them to me from now on."
"Mm..."
They had definitely hit her taste.
"I'm hanging up."
"Mm..."
Click.
The moment the call ended, I looked down at my phone and found it buried under a mountain of text messages.
A chill crawled down my spine at the sheer obsession packed into Jia's replies, but I needed to get back to the restaurant. I headed for Mo-nyeo Deopbap as fast as I could.
"Hah... hah..."
"Where the hell did you go? You're just now getting back...?"
The second I stepped inside, Jia locked onto me with a look so cold it could have frozen the room.
"A-ah, well, I—"
"Are you kidding me? Why didn't you check your texts."
"I was on a call, so—"
Iseul and her mother both looked badly startled. They had clearly never seen this side of Jia before.
"Jia, what's wrong..."
"I'm sure Jia's father had something important to take care of..."
"..."
The air seemed to thaw, just a little, and I jumped on it.
"Jia, your mom called. That's why. I was asking her if it was okay for Iseul's family to come on the trip with us."
"Oh. Really?"
Her face lit up at last. Just like that, she was back to her usual self.
"Then that's fine, heheh~ But from now on, check your texts properly."
And just like that, the chill crept back into her expression. Between Jiwoo and Jia, it felt like the possessiveness aimed at me had been getting worse lately.
"Mm... Daddy's sorry."
"All right, all right — beautiful father-daughter reconciliation aside. Break time's over, so let's get moving again!"
She seemed to keep work and personal life strictly separate. Iseul's mother tied on her bandana and headed back into the kitchen.
"Okay, let's do this!!!"
"Let's go!!!"
Iseul and Jia's cheering snapped me back into focus, and we got the restaurant running again... except for one small problem.
My heat still hasn't gone down...