Shame Entwined with the Scent of Jasmine
A soft sigh slipped from between Min Seo-eun’s pretty lips.
Her body burned.
Before she realized it, tiny beads of sweat had formed along the elegant bridge of her nose.
It tickles…
Slender fingers had slid inside her pants and were slowly stroking the thin silk of her panties. The fine hair beneath the fabric rustled with every pass. The slick arousal that had soaked the center of the material spread outward, producing the wet, sticky sound unique to drenched cloth.
Her left hand toyed with the plump nipple rising at the center of her breast. Under the lamplight it glistened, a rich, dark pink. The soft areola around the stiffened peak drew a perfect, pleasing circle against her pale skin.
Her snow-white, mochi-like breasts quivered and changed shape with every movement of her fingers. Those same fingers eventually closed around the swollen tip of her nipple and tugged upward in slow, deliberate pulls.
“Hngh!”
A sharp sting of pain and a surge of overwhelming pleasure crashed through her at the same time.
In that instant the fingers stroking her panties slipped beneath the silk.
Squelch…
The sticky friction between her drenched folds and her fingers filled the quiet room. She felt the swollen outer lips and the delicate, trembling inner petals that had parted slightly.
Moments later those same slender fingers circled the wet entrance before sliding deep inside the narrow channel.
Squish.
“Hah…”
The moment the finger entered her, a moan she couldn’t suppress escaped. The walls of her pussy clenched around it regardless of her will.
“Haah…”
The maddening itch eased a little. The warm flesh gripping her finger twitched and fluttered.
Just a little more… I need something bigger…
One middle finger was no longer enough. The passage that had squeezed so tightly when she first pushed inside had already grown greedy, loosening as it begged for more.
I shouldn’t… If I keep going…
The last shred of reason she possessed screamed at her to stop. Yet her delicate hand betrayed its owner, moving with a will of its own.
Following the middle finger already buried inside her, the index finger squeezed in beside it, stretching the tight opening.
In the mirror, Min Seo-eun had long since kicked the blanket away. Her shirt was rucked up beneath her chin, pants pooled around her knees. One hand pinched and rolled a stiff nipple while the other held her thighs apart, fingers plunging into her glistening pussy.
When both fingers worked together, a heavy, satisfying fullness bloomed in her lower belly. Still the restless itch refused to fade, so her hand began to move.
Squelch… squish, squish, squish.
Her fingers thrust faster through the drenched channel, each stroke drawing out soft, wet sounds that echoed low in the room.
“Haah… haah…”
Once she started, her pace quickened on its own. She drove her fingers in and out with increasing urgency.
She had never touched herself like this before, yet the pleasure rising from her depths pulled her into a mindless haze. Her slender waist arched like a bow. Her buttocks tightened, making the soft, pale flesh tremble. With every thrust her firm, white breasts bounced.
Splash, splash.
Clear nectar sprayed around her plunging fingers, the lewd sound of water growing louder. The sticky fluid coated her entire sex and began to trickle down her inner thighs, soaking the sheets beneath her.
Finally her body convulsed violently.
Her vision flashed white as climax tore through her.
“Mmmph!”
She clamped a hand over her mouth to stifle the cry, but the choked moan still leaked between her fingers.
Squirt! Squirrrrt…
Hot, transparent nectar gushed from her pussy. Her swollen, glistening clit throbbed while her inner walls clenched and fluttered wildly.
Min Seo-eun collapsed onto the bed like a broken paper doll. Sweat-dampened strands of hair clung to her flushed skin. Her face, crimson with lingering pleasure, still carried the vivid afterglow of what she had just done.
Spurt… spurtt…
Weak spurts of fluid continued to leak from her twitching folds.
The room was thick with the heavy, humid scent of jasmine.
Face buried in the blanket, panting, Min Seo-eun slowly came back to herself. The sweet haze of orgasm remained, but her reason returned with it.
“Haah… haah…”
When she lifted her head to the mirror, she saw a woman with messy hair and a face burning red with shame.
“Hic… sob…”
Tears welled in her eyes. Her delicate fingers still lingered near her soaked pussy. She dragged the blanket over herself and cried in silence.
Overwhelmed by shame and self-loathing, Min Seo-eun stayed hidden beneath the covers for a long time, unable to move.
On the outskirts of Ilsan in Gyeonggi Province, inside Namgoong Min’s private residence.
After returning home and finishing his shower, Namgoong Min stepped into the living room and found his gaze drawn to the grand piano tucked in one corner.
It was vastly different from the ordinary upright models found in most homes. A concert-sized instrument one would expect to see only in an auditorium or recital hall now sat in the living room of a retired soccer player, creating a striking sense of dissonance.
He stared at it quietly for a moment, eyes clouded with memory. Then he walked over, sat down, and let his fingers brush lightly across the keys.
It was a piece from a famous musical film known for its soundtrack—one widely loved by the public. Namgoong Min played it with the effortless skill that could only come from years of practice.
His hands moved across the ivory with polished grace until, at last, they fell still.
Even after the final note faded he remained seated, then rose with a quiet sigh.
From a small drawer beside the piano he drew out a single photograph.
In the picture a woman in her early twenties smiled brightly, shoulder to shoulder with a much younger Namgoong Min as they looked at the camera. She possessed a slender frame and breathtaking, pure beauty. The man beside her still carried the fresh face of youth.
He gazed at the photo for a long time before a faint smile touched his lips.
“You’d be angry, wouldn’t you? Wondering where in the world a playboy like me came from.”
His voice was gentle as he spoke to the woman in the picture.
“If it upsets you that much, come back. Don’t just stay mad.”
Namgoong Min stared at the photograph for a long while.
The following morning. The executive office on the twentieth floor of the Four Square Building.
In the tranquil space, Namgoong Min sat at his desk reviewing documents. There was no trace of the previous night’s emotions on his composed face.
As he turned another page, the intercom buzzed.
“CEO, Chairman Lee Jae-ho of Ohsung Group is requesting a call.”
Namgoong Min set the papers down at once.
“Yes, put him through immediately.”
A moment later a calm, weighty voice came through the speakerphone.
“It’s been a while, CEO Min.”
“Chairman, it’s good to hear your voice. Have you been well?”
“Same as always. I hear you’ve begun drama production. You’ve certainly gone all in.”
“Hahaha. The chairman of the country’s top conglomerate taking notice of a drama launch… I’m almost embarrassed.”
“Heh heh. 550 billion won isn’t exactly pocket change for a child, is it? At that scale it would draw attention even outside the entertainment industry.”
“Is that how it looks? Haha. Yes, thanks to you I’ve been able to act quite busy lately.”
Laughter flowed from the other end of the line.
The chairman of the nation’s largest conglomerate and the CEO of an entertainment company who had once been a legendary soccer player. Though they came from different generations and worlds, their conversation revealed a long and comfortable friendship.
Their bond traced back to Namgoong Min’s playing days. What began as a brief meeting during a sponsorship contract had grown through shared events: invitations to the Blue House, presidential medal ceremonies, donations to Ohsung Group’s scholarship foundation and to children with incurable illnesses. Over time the two men had grown close.
Chairman Lee Jae-ho, in particular, had taken a personal liking to the young star after attending an event for his own children who were fans. That affection had deepened into the easy familiarity they now shared.
The chairman moved to the main reason for his call.
“The reason I called today is a little different.”
“Oh?”
“Several overseas corporations have reached out. They want to shoot a global campaign that puts the Korean image front and center.”
“Using a Hallyu star as the model?”
“Exactly. When the report landed on my desk, I thought of you. It had been a while since we last spoke, so I took the liberty of claiming the opportunity.”
“Goodness, if the chairman of a major group personally handles something this small, your executives will gossip.”
“Will they? Hahaha. Most of them already know about our relationship. The companies that contacted me also happen to have ties with me, so when I called they seemed genuinely pleased.”
“Are you sure they were pleased? I suspect the staff in charge were sweating bullets on the inside.”
As he listened to Chairman Lee Jae-ho, a different thought crossed Namgoong Min’s mind.
The offer was kind, but rather than taking it for himself, perhaps one of his own artists should have the chance.
He spoke with polite care.
“Chairman, I’m truly grateful, but I believe someone else would suit this better than me. It has been some time since I retired from the pitch.”
“If that’s how you feel…”
“Chairman, if it wouldn’t be too forward, may I recommend another person? Do you already have someone in mind?”
“No, I don’t. Is this one of your own artists?”
“Yes. I realize it’s presumptuous, but I’d like to ask a favor. Of course, if she doesn’t appeal to you, please feel free to refuse.”
“Not at all. If you’re willing to vouch for her, I’ll put in a good word. So, who is she?”
“She’s a member of our girl group Blossoms. Her name is Shin Ju-ri. She’s making her acting debut this time as well.”
“Shin Ju-ri?”
“Yes. She’s gaining tremendous popularity right now. Her career may still be short, but she has the potential to become huge. She’s also very well-loved within the K-POP fandom.”
A brief silence followed. Unfamiliar with idols, the chairman seemed to be searching for her photos.
Soon his voice returned.
“Hm. She’s good. A face that could work on the world stage. And if you’re recommending her, that’s recommendation enough.”
“Thank you.”
“I’ll handle this personally. We’ll offer the best possible terms.”
“If you take care of it yourself, Ju-ri will consider it a great honor.”
“Honor? You’ve become quite the smooth talker lately. Hahaha.”
“It isn’t every day that the chairman of the top conglomerate intervenes in selecting a promotional model. I’m sincerely grateful.”
“Understood. Let’s have dinner together sometime soon. That…”
“Shin Ju-ri, Chairman.”
“Right. You’ll be hearing from us about Shin Ju-ri shortly. That’s all for now.”
“Yes, thank you, Chairman. I’ll reach out again soon.”
When the call ended, a satisfied smile curved Namgoong Min’s lips.
An acting debut and now a global campaign model… Shin Ju-ri’s career and status were about to rise to an entirely new level.
His thoughts turned to Min Seo-eun.
Imagining how dejected she must feel watching Yoon Eun-jung and Shin Ju-ri’s successive successes, he couldn’t help but smile.
“You must feel quite left out, Seo-eun. Don’t worry. It’s your turn now, so just wait a little longer.”
With a gentle smile, Namgoong Min gazed out the window.
For the woman still drowning in shame and self-loathing, a change was quietly beginning in a place she could not yet see.
