The Youngest Son of Sunyang

“Senior Yoon. What took you so long? ”

As soon as I put my head on the documents on my desk and put my handset down, I heard the sharp woman's voice in front of me.

I know who the voice belongs to, but I raise my head as slowly as possible. It's like I'm exhausted and out of breath.

The first curve of the rounded pelvis engages the edge of the desk. As I go up a little, I see a truncated waistline. That artistic line between the waist and the buttocks.

Awesome.

How great is the beginning of the lower back?

Definitely more than a C cup with a clear bustline above the white shirt.

Those beautiful, rich breasts. I wish I could just stroke it once.

Climax is all that's left.

A holistic shoulder line, where the slit neck meets the shoulder.

If someone wants to hit me on the shipyard, you don't need to see the real me. A masterpiece will emerge.

A small, thin, beautiful face that finally caught my eye.

Why are they not celebrities, even though they have such beautiful bodies and beautiful faces?

“Senior, stop pretending to be tired and quickly call line three. You're in a hurry.”

A few seconds ago, it was the time of heaven, but when the word line 3 came out, I came back to reality.

“Yes, I understand. I'll call you right back.”

“Come on, it's urgent. ”

Heaven's time has come again.

Turned her back.

Contour of a slightly revealing rounded hip with every step.

The tight thighs seem to tear off the tight skirt and the white calves reveal a soft texture like flour dough.

If only I could just hang out with him once.

But that will never happen. That's the vice president's assistant.

Everyone knows that you are not an ordinary secretary.

I live in a residential complex with more than three hundred rent and drive a Ferrari. Of course, it was purchased from a residential complex, Ferrado corporation.

It was obvious what it meant to give this benefit to one's secretary, not an executive or a blood relative.

I envy you. Shit.

As soon as I was born as a child of the punitive house, I also had the opportunity to sleep with half the beautiful women in the world.

“Oops! Number three. ”

I quickly lifted the handset and pressed Hotline 3. As soon as the connection was finished, a grumpy voice came out.

“I have a car parked in Nonhyeon-dong. Can you clean it up for me? ”

And hang up the phone. You son of a bitch.

I picked up the phone again.

“Representative Choi, go to Nonhyeon-dong and find out where the car is. ”

- Yes, sir.

I don't even ask how to find a car in that big Nonhyeon-dong.

Of course.

The police and spectators would already be gathering like bees.

It's obvious what this bastard, the vice president's son and grandson, did.

Drugged or drunk during the day, he would have grabbed the wheel while distracted. And it must have run into a store on the side of the road or hit a street or a street lamp.

Of course, he ran away leaving his car, and then he called me.

I haven't done this once or twice, so if I pretend to be the best representative, I will win three thousand.

You just have to pray that you didn't hit someone and hit them.

I quickly texted.

[This is Yoon Hyun-woo from Sunyang Group. The Nonhyeon-dong incident that happened a while ago is no big deal. Take good care of him.]

Each journalist in the Ministry of Social Affairs knows exactly what this letter means. Depending on the course of the accident, there is only a difference in the thickness of the bundle of money to fill the pockets of reporters, and it is planned that they touch the necklace.

And the fact that this is a high-end foreign car hit-and-run is only on the SNS of ordinary people who saw it directly in Nonhyeon-dong, and will soon disappear, and the media will not find a single line.

About thirty minutes later, I was able to see the most representative text.

[I crashed into a furniture store. You're asking for 7,000 for repair and furniture damage. Please enforce.]

Son of a bitch.

I don't know why I crashed, but I lost my senior year's salary because of my crappy temper.

Nimmy, don't worry about it. It's not my money anyway.

The crazy day is over. Are you going to work on time today? It's my wife's birthday, and I want it to be over.

Giving my wife a gift won't make this relationship any worse.

But it can't be what I want.

That's the proof that the phone is ringing like it's been waiting.

I straightened my voice and lifted the handset. I heard the president's assistant.

- Chief Yoon. She's shopping. Go help her.

“Chief. I'll do it at the department store, but I... ”

What are you talking about? Because it's not our department store. He's going to L Department Store.

Again?

It's crazy how his wife likes a competing department store more than a group store.

“Oh, yeah. I'm sorry."

- There's a new Italian brand in L department store. He's looking around up there. Go wait for him. Make sure you keep the civilians out of it.

“Yes, sir. I will proceed without interruption.”

I want to throw away my handset.

I didn't go to college to be a shopping bag or to listen to it, and I didn't pile up specs to take care of my bastard son.

However, I did not have the courage or the pride to refuse such absurd work.

I ran to the department store to drown the rising anger. It's because I have to go and wait before my wife arrives.

* * *

Two cars entered the department store's VIP parking lot.

She is over seventy grandmothers, but boasts the power of money and medicine and a slender body and clean skin made by her overwhelming effort.

The money and effort invested is to be seen by others.

This grandmother is wearing dresses and boots attached to her body.

I envy the elders of the same age, and I may be proud, but I'm just strange in the eyes of young people.

“Oh, Senior Yoon! You're here early.”

I bowed my head a little without saying anything. It is because I have experienced countless times that this bright smile will turn into annoyance in a moment.

If you wear any size 44 clothing from an Italian brand you're in today, you're an angry old lady who will flip over the department store.

Three male bodyguards and a secretary follow the chairman's wife in the lead.

I grabbed her by the side and asked.

“I've never seen a friend before... Who's there?"

“Shh.”

She frowns, shaking her head briefly.

“Aha.”

Oh, you colorful witch. I saved him again.

I'm over seventy years old, and I can see that your bloodlines resemble those of the outsiders.

The wife who went straight to the store in the waiting elevator frowned and was annoyed.

“These are the ones that left ordinary people in and out, right? Even though you knew I was coming? ”

That's what he's saying to me.

Shit, I just got off the phone with him and I don't have time to clean up.

“I'll get right on it. I'm sorry."

As I ran out, the attendants also began to scold the shop staff. I started yelling at the store manager.

“Didn't you hear she was coming today? Are you out of your mind?"

“But who are you...? ”

The store manager looked terrified.

It is reasonable for a well-dressed man to walk to the store in the form of a grandmother who would make money pretending to be surrounding the store.

“I'm Senior Chief Yoon, Group Strategy Division. That's the wife of the tour group president. I gave you an order to stop a civilian entry, and you're insisting I didn't know? Now?”

This method always works.

One mistake with VIP will cost you your job as a manager and your career will be over.

A tremendous amount of money a hundred regular customers spend in a single day could take over the store manager's life.

The store manager bowed his head without looking back and forth.

“I'm sorry, sir. I'll do it right away."

My manager didn't even think of me as a tour group person. I believe in the senior position of group L.

Eventually, after all the staff could mobilize to control the entrance, our wife finally entered the store with a satisfactory smile.

From now on I can rest a bit. But from now on, your wife's assistant has to raise all of her senses to a superhuman level.

It is because we need to know the precise touch, eyes and time of the wife staying in the clothes.

In about 10 minutes, she had only three sets of clothes in her hands.

“What do you think? Are you okay?"

“The color is intense.... ”

“Not you. ”

The wife who cut the store manager's review into a single knife turned her eyes to the newly hired man.

“Mr. Kim? ”

The handsome man with Kim's castle only smiled.

“What do I know? It's just fashion when your wife wears it. ”

Fashion?

I could hardly bear the thought of snoring because I was full.

If a woman over seventy wears a robe of intense color, is that fashion? Clumsy.

However, the grandmother smiled as if she had ever felt up to the praise of a young man. Compliments of young but old but handsome men are the driving force for women's smiles.

“Try it on. It looks good on you. ”

“Should I?”

She carried her clothes into the fitting room in the young man's possession.

“Mr. Kim. Can you give me a hand with that? The zipper's getting stiff. ”

I thought I heard you wrong. You call a guy to change? Not a secretary?

This is the moment when conjecture turns into certainty. Mr. Kim is not a bodyguard, but a new toy for his wife.