Chapter 2 – Episode 2 – Interview
No one in the car spoke for over an hour. My father driving, my mother sitting in the passenger seat, and me sitting in the back seat.
The atmosphere wasn’t usually this heavy. Of course, it wasn’t a pleasant experience.
Although I graduated from high school, I was unable to become a college student and was given a special status as a ‘re-examination student.’ Even though I haven’t done anything major wrong, I feel like a big sinner in front of my parents. I have a strange status where I can’t cross the river that is the border between minors and adults that all my friends are crossing, and the high school overtime continues.
I have never seen the faces of my grandparents, whether on my mother’s side or my mother’s side. My father, an only son, lost both his parents in a car accident when he was in elementary school, and was an orphan raised by his grandmother. His grandmother (my great-grandmother) is now dead, so his father has no blood relatives.
Originally, I knew very little about my mother’s past. This is because neither of my parents told me the story. Then, when she was in her second year of high school, a man named her maternal grandfather suddenly appeared and started behaving violently, demanding money and assaulting her father. The uproar at that time helped her learn a little about her mother’s upbringing.
Her mother had one younger brother whom I never saw, my maternal uncle. Her grandfather was a selfish and violent man, and he was often violent towards his family members. It was mainly her grandmother, but sometimes her mother or uncle. Then one day, her grandmother left her house, taking her uncle with her. She says her mom was in middle school at the time. Her grandmother had abandoned her mother. This may be because it was difficult for a woman to raise both siblings alone. She got another man, but he might have said he couldn’t raise both siblings. For whatever reason, her mother ended up living alone with her abusive grandfather.
Her mother lived like her grandfather’s slave without even going to high school. When she was 22, she met her father, who was a taxi driver, and fell in love with her. She ran away to Seoul and got married. Gave birth to her older sister. And the following year I was born. Her father was the complete opposite of her maternal grandfather, a caring and warm person, and that was probably why her mother was attracted to her father. However, in the eyes of third parties, his father was a small, ugly, timid, weak, and incompetent man. On the other hand, her 44-year-old mother was a beauty that stood out to her. Because her family background was not very good, and her personality was very introverted, she did not see the light of day, but if you look at her appearance alone, she was as good as any other actress. Her mother was beautiful not only with her face but also her body. Even though she didn’t particularly exercise or take care of herself, she had good natural proportions, and as she entered her 40s, she gained a moderate amount of weight on her chest and buttocks, and even developed a body with a sultry feel that contrasted with her elegant and intelligent face.
Because her father’s income was meager, her mother learned hairdressing skills and ran a small beauty salon. It was clear that a woman with the beauty of an actress would face many temptations while dealing with customers at the beauty salon, but her parents They truly loved each other. I knew that no matter how rich a man tempted her mother with a huge amount of money, her mother would never fall for it. However, no matter how much they love each other, it is difficult for a couple’s relationship to continue smoothly without hope for the future. For my parents, that hope was me.
I had an older sister who was younger than me, but she wasn’t particularly good at studying and liked to play. Although I didn’t deviate to the point where I would upset my parents or cause a serious accident, my grades were always at the bottom. All her older sister had been the fantastic body she inherited from her mother. Her face was much prettier than her mother’s, but her body was just as good as her sister’s or her mother’s. No, with her popping C-cup breasts, tiny waist, and naturally bulging pelvic and hip lines, she might be better than her somewhat skinny mother in her younger days. Her older sister eventually gave up going to college and lived alone, working as a clothing fitting model.
On the other hand, I have had a knack for studying since I was young. Not only in elementary school, but also in middle school, I never missed the top spot in the entire school without any special academy or tutoring. My grades were always something my parents were proud of. Whenever people said that it would be good to have a son who is good at studying, they pretended not to, but the pride on their faces was not erased, and after I went to high school and told them I wanted to become a doctor, their eyes looked at me and saw their future son who had already become a doctor. It seemed like you were there.
But my grades began to decline in second grade. I couldn’t figure out why. My parents thought it was because of an incident in which my maternal grandfather appeared, but in fact, it was true that that incident and what I learned about my mother’s growth as a result of it was a big shock, but it did not affect my studies. No matter how much I studied, my skills did not improve. The teachers’ answers were always the same. Since I have talent, my skills are definitely improving. Even if it doesn’t lead to a score now, if you work hard, there will definitely come a moment when your score will increase. I believed that, but that moment did not come until the day of the college entrance exam.
I actually got a score that was much lower than my usual mock exam score. It was a difficult score even in Seoul, let alone medical school. It was a score that neither I nor my parents could accept, so we ultimately decided to retake the exam for a year. But in the end, the problem was money. My parents didn’t say anything to me, and I didn’t tell them either, but we all knew that one year of studying abroad was a huge burden on our family.
Then one day, my parents brought up a story about a boarding school during dinner. It is an academy with a strange name, ‘MF Academy’, and it is said to recruit students a little differently than regular academies. Interviews are conducted with both parents and students, and students whose skills are likely to improve are selected based solely on the interview results, which means that their grades will definitely improve over the course of a year. I thought my parents were being scammed or something. However, from my perspective, I couldn’t choose this or that academy.
And a week later, my parents and I went for an interview at that academy. The main office is located in the outskirts of Gyeonggi-do, and the one in Seoul was said to be an office solely for recruitment and interviews, but it was much larger than expected and was occupying an entire 5-story building.
There were no other students who came for the interview. It felt like I had come for consultation, not an interview. After receiving friendly guidance, I went to a clean and luxurious waiting room, drank tea, and waited for about 10 minutes. Then, two employees came and guided my parents and me to different places. The place I went to was a room with a table and two chairs facing each other, and a very pretty woman who looked to be in her 30s was sitting on one of the chairs. Although the interior was luxurious, the overall layout and structure felt like a police station interrogation room seen in a movie.
“Hello.”
As I sat down on the chair across from her, the woman smiled and greeted me. I also hesitantly said, “Hello,” But for some reason, it was difficult to make eye contact. The woman overall gave off a bright and alluring feeling. Her brown, wavy hair was long enough to fall down to her chest, and it was neatly tied up, giving her a sophisticated look. Her overall face had a sharp and haughty look, but her half-moon eyes when she smiled also gave her a cute and cute look. She was wearing a neat dark blue blouse, but her breasts were almost as big as her sister’s, and the outline of her bra was clearly visible through her blouse.
But what made my face heat up more than anything was the bottom. The top of the table was made of transparent, colorless glass, so the bottom could be seen completely. The woman was wearing a black skirt that was extremely short and open at the front, and her bare legs, which were not even wearing stockings, exposed her pure white skin. There was. It was difficult to look at her because if her skirt was rolled up even a little, her panties would be visible. However, it seemed like they had already caught my gaze looking there, so I was embarrassed to even look at their face.
“You’re Wonjoong, right? My name is Yoon A-hyeon, an instructor at MF Academy. If Wonjoong passes and enrolls, you will be living and studying together at the main academy with a dormitory starting next month. I hope you do well in today’s interview and pass.”〈 Br〉
Although her pronunciation was clear, Ah-hyeon’s voice, which she spoke with a bright smile, was somehow tinged with charm and had a seductiveness that could captivate men. Since we were alone in an enclosed space, I felt like I could even smell her body odor mixed with the faint scent of her perfume. This was especially true because of her white thighs that continued to grab attention. As I felt the blood rushing between her legs, I could only half-heartedly reply, “Yes.”
Ahyeon looked at me with a funny smile and took out a wad of paper from her bag and placed it in front of me.