The Insanely Hot Landlord's Daughter and Madam — While the Bastard Landlord Is Away on Business
"Hey! Geum Tae-yang!! My bag's heavy! Carry it for me!!"
Park A-young.
This fucking bitch—did she lose her hands or her feet?
I was already dying under the weight of my own luggage, and now she wanted me to haul hers too.
Why the hell did this bitch spit out such an unreasonable demand with that much confidence?
Simple. She was the landlord's daughter, and I was living under their roof.
In other words, Geum Tae-yang was the tenant.
"Can't you see? I've got shit in both hands right now. So carry your own damn bags."
But anyone who heard my name could tell—I was never the type to roll over easy.
I liked to define myself as the kind of guy who spoke up the second something crossed the line.
Landlord's daughter or not, I laid into her according to principle.
She stopped dead.
Then she slowly turned around.
The look in Park A-young's eyes, seen from the side, was cold enough to frost the air.
What are you gonna do? Stare all you want. You gonna throw the bag? I just dodge and don't catch it.
I'd seen that expression a thousand times living with her.
I took the murderous glare in stride.
"Fuck... you want me to kick you out of the place?"
The words that flew out of her mouth right then were not something I could just brush off.
Psychological pressure? I could stare at a distant mountain and wait it out.
Financial pressure had no answer.
"Ahem... fine... hand it over. I'll carry it."
In the end I crushed my earlier swagger, shifted the bags from my right hand to my left, and reached out.
Ready to take hers.
"There. If you'd just done that from the start I wouldn't have had to say anything nasty. It's hot enough already."
The second I stretched out my right arm she dumped her luggage on me.
Christ... the mood swings on this bitch...
One second she was glaring like she wanted me dead, the next her mouth was curling up.
Just you wait... I'll work every damn part-time job this summer and get my own place next semester...
Staring at that smug little smile, I swore I'd finally break free of the tenant cycle.
Of course, since I'd just lost the power struggle, keeping a straight face was mandatory.
Tenant and landlord's daughter or not, the two of us went way back.
Even with all the constant sniping, I still considered us close enough to call friends.
That bond had even carried us into the same university.
But right then, paying off the family debt mattered more to me than staying enrolled.
So I took a year off and worked.
Her parents, nervous about sending their daughter alone to another city, made A-young take a year off too.
In the end both of us sat out a year and only started university this year.
Our connection was deep enough that her family had even suggested we just find a place together.
But Geum Tae-yang wanted at least his college life free of being the underdog.
I'd set aside money from that year of work specifically for a deposit so I could turn them down.
Then my father wrecked his back and that money went straight into surgery.
I gave up on getting my own place. The tenant's yoke got passed down another generation.
Fine... think of it as a workout... I skipped the gym today, so this counts...
I liked to think of myself as a pretty positive guy.
That trait was probably why I'd clawed my way into a top university despite every setback growing up.
So I hauled A-young's ridiculously heavy bags and focused every bit of attention on my arms and shoulders like I was doing upper-body day.
Oh, for fuck's sake...
That concentration shattered instantly.
"Weather's fucking hot as hell..."
Twitch. Twitch. Twitch. Twitch.
A-young was bitching about the early summer heat, and I could feel exactly how pissed she was through the insane way her ass was bouncing.
The second she ditched the bag, her hips started bucking like a wild colt that had snapped its reins.
Holy shit... that vicious ass... Horse-ass A-young...
Every single step made her gray miniskirt look ready to explode from the way those cheeks were thrashing.
No wonder.
Park A-young's ass measured a full forty-two inches.
How did I know? She always dragged me along clothes shopping.
One hundred seventy-six centimeters of long, clean legs—
but those alone weren't enough for her, so thick, powerful thighs spilled out under the miniskirt.
And the absolute finishing touch was that massive, furious ass that looked like it belonged on a South American woman.
I hated admitting it, but honestly that was why I kept trailing after her even while bitching the whole way.
I was a healthy twenty-one-year-old guy. Sue me.
Yeah... even with that psycho personality she still snagged one of the Three Goddesses of six-million-strong Hanseong Metropolitan City purely on looks...
Living together this close made me forget sometimes, but moments like this always reminded me all over again.
Park A-young was pretty.
No—pretty wasn't enough. She was beautiful.
Porcelain skin, cat-like eyes, and an entire face that radiated pure, untouchable arrogance.
Her long layered perm dyed golden blonde was her trademark, so back in middle school everyone called her the elf.
That unfair face had generated so much popularity that even while people cursed her rotten personality nonstop, she'd worn the "goddess" title since middle school.
"What kind of dad goes on a business trip the one time his daughter comes home? It's obvious. I'm not his real kid. He definitely picked me up somewhere."
Freed of her bags and feeling light, A-young crossed her arms under her G-cup chest and machine-gunned complaints.
The explosion of irritation wasn't just the early-summer heat and heavy luggage.
It was pure resentment at the father who hadn't even come to pick her up—who'd left on a trip instead.
Yes, her real father.
Name: Park Do-chul. Our landlord.
"Hey! Why aren't you reacting? I'm pissed and you're not even agreeing with me?"
When I didn't give her the sympathy she wanted, her mood soured further.
"Try carrying three bags in this heat and see if you can keep talking nonstop."
This wasn't the first or second time. I answered with a completely uninterested face.
The real thought sitting on my tongue was: looking at how little you resemble your dad, yeah, you probably were picked up somewhere—but I swallowed it.
Uncle Do-chul wasn't bad-looking in his own way, but when you stacked overall physique and face, he definitely hadn't passed any of those genes to A-young.
Still, I was convinced she was his biological daughter.
The mood swings that boil over like soup, the blunt way she talks without caring who hears, the occasional sociopath vibes... yeah. Real daughter.
Their personalities were carbon copies.
That was exactly why I never said the "picked up" line out loud.
They didn't look alike, but their personalities were identical.
Say anything about the looks and the "you act just like him" follow-up was inevitable.
And A-young absolutely hated being told she took after Park Do-chul.
Yeah... saying she has his personality is basically the ultimate insult...
A-young got cursed out a lot, but she still had people who liked her.
Honestly, even while I called her a fucking bitch I still stuck close, so I didn't think she was a complete piece of shit.
Park Do-chul, on the other hand—I'd never seen a single person who actually liked him.
Well. One exception.
Anyone who stayed close to him was pure business.
I'd tasted that asshole personality plenty myself.
Not just me—I'd grown up watching him humiliate my father.
Whatever he did to me was nothing but cute compared to that.
"Fuck... the house is so goddamn far... unnecessarily far... why the hell live in a house instead of an apartment..."
Flutter. Flutter. Flutter.
Even after dumping the bags on me, the longer we walked the more she fanned herself with her hand.
Their place sat on the outskirts of the city.
Even when I first moved in it had already been a pretty big mansion.
Since then they'd expanded it so much the grounds were even larger.
"I told you we should've just taken a taxi!!!"
Mid-June, early summer.
If A-young was melting from the heat, how bad was it for the guy carrying three heavy bags?
So the pride I'd swallowed after the "want me to kick you out?" threat exploded again.
Taejong University, where we both enrolled, was in Seoul.
Our hometown was out in the provinces.
Summer break had started and we'd come down.
I'd clearly told her to check Uncle Do-chul's schedule before we left.
She ignored me completely.
Then she insisted on the train and got off at Hanseong Station, which was still a long way from the house.
When she finally called home, she found out he was already gone on a business trip.
I said we should grab a taxi.
She ignored that suggestion like garbage too.
"I said shut up!!!"
Anyone could see the situation was ridiculous.
Out of things to say, A-young just yelled.
It was closer to a tantrum than real anger.
"Do you only feel better when you make me suffer like this, A-young... haah..."
I knew exactly what that weird little outburst meant.
I knew why she refused the taxi and insisted on walking.
A-young liked dragging me around like this.
Her relationship with her father was a mess, so she filled that hole by bossing me around.
She was stubbornly satisfying that need even while roasting in the heat herself.
The sheer obsession made my tongue hang out.
"Be honest, you bastard. It's not all bad for you either. You think I don't know you're staring at my ass right now?"
She answered my heavy sigh with a full sneer.
"Ha, seriously... you get hard at the drop of a hat... not even an animal does that..."
She shook her head like some nightmare scene had just flashed through her mind.
Except for the one time as little kids when we'd fallen asleep playing house in her room, this was the first time in forever we'd shared a place.
Counting her walk-in closet, our off-campus apartment had three rooms.
But my room and hers were right next to each other, so accidental disasters kept happening.
"Dick...? Can you even tell the difference between a chili pepper and a cock? Looking at mine and calling it a chili pepper?"
If I had to list my competitive edges, it was the positive mindset—
and the body.
Her talking shit about that was something I couldn't just let slide.
Three rooms, but unfortunately only one bathroom.
Except for her father, A-young had always been the top dog her whole life.
She'd never once made knocking a habit.
So whether I was in the bathroom or not, she just barged in.
Thanks to that she'd seen my equipment more times than I could count.
"Fine. Cock. Horse cock. Geum Tae-yang's fucking massive horse cock."
Nothing I said was a lie.
But A-young hated losing even while admitting the truth, so she mocked my junk with every vulgar word she could find.
"I'm warning you—don't get that thing hard in front of my mom. She'll pass out."
Then she fired off a warning that sounded completely serious.
"What kind of crazy talk is that? I've been freeloading at your place for twelve years already. It's never happened once, so why are you making up ridiculous what-ifs?"
I shot back with a dead-serious face.
Park Do-chul's wife, Kim Min-jung.
Aunt Min-jung was someone I felt genuine affection for.
Not the erotic kind—the kind that came from how she'd been part of my growing up.
Because the conversation was about her, even her own daughter's words made me go stone-faced.
"You get hard looking at me, so of course you'd get harder looking at my mom. And we were apart for months—you think it'll be the same as before?"
From high school on, A-young had basically given up studying.
But raw intelligence? Hers was terrifying.
True to form, she hit my serious face with logic that actually sounded pretty solid.
Ahem... I can't even deny it...
She had a point.
Sharing a place with her again after so long really did feel different.
And it had been months since I'd seen Aunt Min-jung.
I wasn't the type to bluff, so I couldn't exactly swear it wouldn't happen.
A-young's superior visual genes came entirely from Aunt Min-jung.
I could say without hesitation that Aunt Min-jung was the upgraded version of Park A-young.
Not long after, we reached the alley entrance where our tiny house and the massive Park family mansion came into view.
Huh...?
And right there at the mouth of the alley, I witnessed a scene that was anything but wholesome.
"Hey, kids... I'm an ajumma... I've got a daughter your age... so please, just stop this..."
My Aunt Min-jung—dressed in a chic new-city look with her hair in a neat bun—was surrounded by four guys and clearly in trouble.