Chapter 261 – Episode 261 a Day in the Life of a Real Estate Agent.

Episode 261 A day of a certain certified broker.

———- Realtor Minhwan Choi’s point of view ———-

“President. Are you out?”

“Okay. Are you all right?”

“Yes. It’s still quiet.”

When I went to the office around 10 am, a female employee greeted me with a refreshing smile. The female employee’s starting time is 9 am, so she probably opened the office door with me an hour ago. Maybe…

The female employee’s name is Kim Bo-jeong. Baojeong, who turned 25 this year, is an original member with the opening of this office. Because she looked pretty, she looked even prettier when she smiled. Then what does she do It’s the rice cake in the picture…

When she interviewed Bojeong for the first time, she was fooled by this refreshing smile along with her friendly tone. Every time I talked to her, she smiled brightly, so I wondered if she was interested in me.

For me, an old bachelor who turned 39 this year, such correction came as an irresistible charm. In fact, Bojeong’s pretty face and nice smile accounted for 50 percent of her passing Bojeong. For the other 50 percent, is the correction just about her history and pretty legs?

But it wasn’t until after she started working that she found out that Bojeong had a boyfriend of hers. What can I do? Can’t she just cut her because she has a boyfriend? Yeah, what kind of frozen romance would you like in your workplace?

Bojeong is doing her own work, and the most important thing in this industry is sociability.

I’ve been really busy. I have been working really hard on the idea that in order to date a proper woman, she must have a proper foundation.

Now, I have a fairly decent authorized brokerage office located in the station area, and I have heard the voice of the president in my own way. But now it’s hard to meet the right woman because I’m older.

Aren’t you embarrassed about something? It is difficult for a man to get married if he does not have a proper foundation, but once he has a proper foundation, it becomes difficult to marry just because he is an old bachelor. How on earth do other men get married?

Not once or twice did I think that it would have been nice if I had been born as a woman. Well, I still like pretty girls, so even if I were to be reborn, I would want to be reborn as a man…

The new year is bright and I have turned 39, the last in my 30s. I will be forty next year. As the number in the front digit changed, a sense of crisis about marriage began to arise. I was worried that I might not be able to get married for the rest of my life.

Of course, people around her are calling for her to get married quickly. In particular, there is no such fuss about the mother. She was to the point of not wanting to go into the main house.

Then, did you introduce a woman? No, I introduced the woman. They were women in their early to mid 30s. Aren’t 34-5 year old females a little too old?

Well, at any age, I could bear it somehow. Then, is it pretty or slim? They were still virgins, but it was crazy to introduce them to women who looked like aunts with one or two kids.

I wasn’t particularly picky about my ideal type. I just liked a girl who was a little pretty and a little younger. Even if I introduce you, shouldn’t I have to adjust to some extent?

It was lunch time as I was bruised without a single visitor. There are no special guests these days. No, compared to the good site called the station area, there were few customers from the beginning.

What I felt while doing this job was that the male gender seemed to be at a disadvantage to real estate agents. Due to the nature of my job, there are many times when I’m alone in an enclosed space when guiding a room. In such cases, women tend to prefer female realtors over male realtors.

In addition, it seemed that other offices advertised a lot on the Internet. It seemed that I should not just sit still, but I should try to find out and try this and that. If you fall behind the flow of the times, it’s a moment to ruin.

“Bojeong-ah, what do you want to eat?”

“Where are you going to order it?”

“A Chinese restaurant?”

“Then I’m a Samseon Ganjjajang.”

“… Just eat jjajang There are no guests.”

“Why are you acting like that, boss? So, I still haven’t gotten married.”

“Ugh…”

I got a critical hit on my HP, which was dwindling because there were no customers. Are you going to kill me

“Then I’ll just eat soy sauce.”

“… Okay.”

I ordered ganjajang and jjambbong at my regular Chinese restaurant. The reason why I am a regular here is because the taste is delicious, but the delivery is fast. Sometimes, the delivery was so fast that I wondered if someone would bring me what I ordered and then canceled.

Delivery was fast again today. Bojeong and I sat face to face at the table where we were interviewing customers and started eating.

I ate a bowl of jjambbong with chopsticks and glanced at Bojeong, who was rubbing the black bean paste. Today, the skirt was short, so her thighs were exposed in black stockings.

I love a woman in black stockings. Even wearing black stockings, I could feel the sexiness, and it seemed that the beauty of my legs increased by 50%.

Well, to be honest, anything with slim legs was good. I liked the bare legs and the flesh-colored stockings. Anything was okay as long as I was slim and didn’t wear pants.

However, I wasn’t sure how to correct it. What kind of era is it these days, and you’ve earned your license as a certified broker and set up a private office, but you can’t hold back your desires and ruin your life with sexual harassment?

Still, isn’t it okay to peek a little at times like this? Where in the world could a man ignore the slender legs wrapped in black stockings in front of him? Yeah, he just peeps, pretending to be indifferent, not interested. Are you okay with this?

After finishing the meal, Bojeong went to brush his teeth, and I sat down on my desk chair and took out a cigarette. I half opened the window behind my seat and lit a cigarette. A cold wind blew against my face, but I couldn’t help it because I hated tobacco.

“President. I told you not to smoke in the office.”

“No. You left the window open. Isn’t this about half the same as outside?”

“If you open the window, more cigarette smoke comes into the office.”

My plan to smoke one before the correction came back to nothing. In the end, I had to put out half of my cigarettes by rubbing them in an ashtray.

Even in the afternoon, if guests don’t come, it’s embarrassing. Well, it was the beginning of the year, so I expected that there would be no customers, but I couldn’t be bruised all day.

I heard the sound of the office door opening. I quickly adjusted my posture and prepared to greet the guest. The door opened and two men and a woman came in.

Whoa! The moment I saw the face of the woman who had followed the man, I forcibly resisted the outburst of admiration. Where did the celebrities come from?

Long straight, jet-black hair that covers her back, big eyes like a sika deer that go so well with black horn-rimmed glasses, a tall yet soft nose, and luscious red lips. A slim jawline.

It doesn’t even look like she’s wearing makeup, but her face is so transparent and white as if it were shining. Also, why is her face so small? It seemed that even my palm would cover it completely.

Maybe 170 cm tall? I couldn’t tell the details of her body because she was wearing a knee-length coat, but I could tell at a glance that she had a good body just by looking at her slender calves wearing black stockings exposed under the coat.

“I’m here to look for a house.”

“Yes. Please sit here.”

While I was mesmerized by the woman, Bao-jeong guided her guests to a table and began preparing her tea. I came to my senses and went and sat across from the customers.

“Yes. Welcome. Which house do you want?”

“I don’t think I will choose a house where the two of us can live. A two-room is fine, or a villa or small apartment is fine.”

Big… Are you living together? Are you living together? Both appear to be in their early twenties, so it’s unlikely they’re married. At that age, it’s not a one-room, it’s a two-room, and you like an apartment? How good is the house

“Okay. How much do you think about things like jeonse or monthly rent?”

“Once you look at the house and you like it, can’t you adjust it then?”

That’s a lot of money too. Chaebol 2nd and 3rd generation, something like that? When I asked how young men got married, it was money. Men like me who don’t have money can’t even get married until they’re 39 years old. The world is so unfair…

“Then how? Wouldn’t it be better to see it firsthand from the room?”

“Yes. I will.”

“Some places are a little far away, so I’ll guide you by my car.”

“Yes. All right.”

Seeing that the woman didn’t say a word while the man was discussing it, it looked like she was looking for a house with the man’s money. As expected, since a man has so much money, he dates such a woman. I envy you…

When I got into the driver’s seat, two men and a woman sat in the back seat. I pretended to adjust the rearview mirror and looked at the woman’s face again. It was pretty when I looked in the mirror.

I thought of the houses I would introduce to these two. And I thought of an efficient route. First of all, I started the car to head to the first house.

“Shall we see it from here? It is a full option for two rooms.”

“Yes.”

I checked the entrance password and room password on my cell phone. My room was on the second floor, so I went up the stairs instead of using the elevator. The two men and women were slowly following me.

After opening the door and entering, I quickly scanned the room in advance. There was nothing wrong with it. Turning my head to guide me, I gasp! I thought I was going to stop breathing.

The woman took off her coat and draped it over one of her arms. Well, since I entered the room, I can take off my coat. But that wasn’t the problem.

The woman was wearing a black dress under her coat. Above her were long arms that covered her wrists, but below her was a short skirt that exposed her thighs.

In addition, the lace part of the stockings was peeking out under the skirt, so it was probably wearing a garter belt if it wasn’t a band stocking.

The woman’s body was as expected. No, it was beyond my expectations. A voluptuous chest and a narrow waist, a wide silence followed and slender, straight legs that push out clothes and assert themselves.

Just by wearing black stockings already, the +50% leg extension option was activated. Before that, if the body had a perfect score, how many points should this be given as the final score?

In addition, when I saw it with my 1.2 visual acuity eyes, the central part of both swollen breasts was slightly convex, so the possibility of no bra was quite high.

Is this a conspiracy of the state to kill me, an old bachelor? So, are these two operatives from the state? I glanced at her breasts and legs, forgetting for a moment why I was here.

Fortunately, the two men and women knew that they didn’t want to be guided by me, so they started looking around the room. I was then able to come to my senses. No, I still couldn’t come to my senses, and I was busy following the woman and peeking at her legs.

“You have to How are you here? I think the house is too old…”

“I know.”

“Yes? How old is this house?”

The woman’s name is Yuna. Your name is pretty too. No, that’s not it, you have to answer the man’s question.

“I’ve been here for about 10 years. It’s not that old. Just a little touch up on the wallpaper and floor will make it look like a new house.”

“I think the furniture and electronics are older than that…”

Well, the man is right. Instead, the deposit and monthly rent were relatively cheap, but I didn’t think they would be tempted by the cheap price.

“Yuna. Would you like to see the kitchen?”

“Huh.”

The man didn’t wait for me to ask if he had asked me a question, and led Yuna to the kitchen. No that’s good but why are you putting your hand on his hip? When you usually escort a woman, don’t you put your hand on her shoulder or waist?

The man entered the kitchen with his hand on Yuna’s beautiful buttocks, and I followed him again.

“All the products here are old.”

“Huh.”

“Let’s look elsewhere.”

Usually, when a guest gossips about a room, from the perspective of the real estate agent introducing the room, I have to make an excuse, suggest security points, or appeal to the merits, but I couldn’t do anything and stared blankly at Yuna’s butt.

It was because the man’s hand on Yuna’s buttocks was not still. At first, I just put my palm lightly on his hip. Then it started stroking it up and down little by little, and eventually it started to knead it.

———- Perspective of licensed real estate agent Choi Min-hwan Continued———-