Ripples of the Lily Scent
Upon returning home, Eun-jung closed the front door and headed straight for the bathroom without a moment’s hesitation.
The shock, disbelief, excitement, and tingling thrill she had felt all day while with the CEO still churned inside her mind.
Her head was filled with the sound of his voice and the weight of his gaze. Her body, meanwhile, clung honestly to every lingering trace of that encounter.
She shut the bathroom door and stood before the mirror.
Her reflection beneath the fluorescent light remained flawless.
Delicate yet radiant features, deep and limpid eyes, hair that cascaded like silk. Her spotless, porcelain skin only accentuated her elegant, intelligent beauty.
“Haa…”
Eun-jung let out a quiet sigh as she gazed at herself.
The bathroom slowly filled with the soft scent of lilies—her own signature fragrance. It was clean and sweetly intoxicating, the kind of natural allure no artificial perfume could ever imitate.
That secret aroma lent her beauty an almost mystical quality, captivating people as if she were the heroine of a novel.
Her blouse slipped open button by button. The white sheer fabric slid to the floor like a whisper.
When she unhooked her bra, her full, resilient breasts swayed gently. They carried a perfect, living weight within elegant curves, and the pink areolas at their peaks still held a healthy flush. Her nipples had stiffened slightly, as though remembering the excitement from their meeting. They were so sensitive that even the lightest touch sent sparks racing across her skin.
Her hand moved to the zipper of her black suit pants. The fabric slid down her thighs. Finally, her fingers caught the edge of her white panties.
She paused.
As she slowly drew them down, thick, transparent strands of her arousal stretched from her pussy in long, glistening threads. They hung in the air, growing thinner and thinner, until they snapped and fell to the floor.
The sight was so shameless that her face burned crimson in an instant.
“Ah… seriously… what is this…”
Eun-jung covered her face with both hands, murmuring in embarrassment. She felt so mortified she wanted to curl into a ball.
The next Chungmuro Goddess, the woman who had always maintained perfect self-control, had crumbled after a single meeting.
She stepped into the shower stall and turned the water on.
Warm streams poured over her from head to toe. As steam filled the room, the lily scent blooming from her body grew richer and heavier.
When the water cascaded over her breasts, her nipples tightened again with fresh sensitivity. She washed them slowly, almost embracing them, while the CEO’s words echoed in her mind.
The words resonated deep in her chest.
Simple goodwill? An obsessive need to keep the promise he made during our contract? Or…
Her hand drifted lower.
The moment the hot water touched her lower belly, every nerve flared to life. Her outer lips were already swollen, and her inner folds, slick with water, revealed a vivid, glistening pink. Even the lightest brush of her fingers threatened to trigger tiny convulsions. From deeper inside, warm nectar continued to seep out.
She bent slightly to wash her legs. Her pale, firm buttocks caught the light of the water, becoming even more prominent. Soft, supple flesh shaped into perfect curves. When they parted just a little, her small, delicate pink anus and the fine wrinkles surrounding it were revealed.
As the warm water trickled over that most secret place, her body remembered the excitement from earlier.
Did the CEO notice? That gaze of his… maybe he saw exactly how aroused I was.
Shame flooded her, yet a sweet shiver ran through her at the same time.
I don’t hate it. If anything… it feels like this feeling is proving itself to be real.
She closed her eyes beneath the showerhead. While the water traced down her face, Namgoong Min’s gentle smile and profound eyes rose vividly in her mind, as though he were whispering that he knew every last one of her secrets.
Her hand moved lower still, gently stroking her most sensitive spot.
“Hngh…!”
Her body jerked. Reason told her to stop, but her flesh was already craving him with shameless honesty.
Her hand moved faster. Wet, rhythmic sounds filled the air.
Inside the bathroom thick with lily fragrance, Eun-jung sank deeper and deeper into the name Namgoong Min. Her fingers followed, plunging further with each stroke.
Splash… splash…
That night, his name was carved deeply into her heart. And once engraved, it transformed into an emotion that could never be undone.
Four Square Entertainment was structured around four independent labels.
Though called “labels,” they functioned more like specialized in-house divisions than truly separate companies. They were categorized as Square One for idols, Square Two for actors, Square Three for variety, and Square Four for content production.
Square One’s flagship was Blossoms, the girl group launched alongside the company’s founding a year earlier. Square Two’s face was the actress Yoon Eun-jung.
And between these labels, a single rumor began to spread like a secret whisper.
Ordinarily, details of each label’s projects remained closely guarded. This rumor, however, was so staggering in both scale and content that it proved impossible to contain.
It seemed to have originated from Kim Jin-ho, Yoon Eun-jung’s manager who had attended the meeting with CEO Namgoong Min. He apparently could not keep the overwhelming vision and astronomical figures he had witnessed to himself.
Three core points circulated among Four Square staff and affiliated celebrities.
The figure of 550 billion won shattered every industry norm. Employees reacted with a mix of awe at its unreality and open concern about recouping the investment.
The second point was even more shocking.
This revelation triggered the greatest shock and curiosity of all. It revealed Namgoong Min’s indifference toward money despite his trillions in liquid assets. Combined with the public image he had shown during his playing days, it elevated him from mere CEO to an absolute being who realized ideals.
And then came the third, most controversial point.
Everyone found this suspicious. Eun-jung was a top star, of course, yet countless other leading actresses would have fought for the role. The fact that she had been selected without any visible process, despite seeming to have little prior connection with the CEO, was astonishing.
This rumor planted a single, insidious speculation: that the CEO’s criteria for choosing actors might not be limited to talent or box-office appeal. The implication was especially strong among the idol members and other female talents. It suggested he operated on personal favor and hidden standards, sowing seeds of subtle wariness and jealousy toward Eun-jung.
All eyes now turned to the mysterious relationship between the CEO and Yoon Eun-jung. And those eyes soon blossomed into outright scandal.
Rumors about Namgoong Min and Yoon Eun-jung spread like wildfire. The meeting of a legendary figure and the next Chungmuro Goddess was gossip fuel of the highest order.
Across every label, female celebrities traded theories about how Eun-jung had secured the “pre-selected” role.
Similar whispers continued without end, in every corner of the company.
The actresses under Square Two discussed it on set, at home, and in their cars—sometimes alone, sometimes with their managers.
These secret rumors eventually leaked beyond the walls of Four Square. Fueled by Namgoong Min’s overwhelming popularity and wealth, and Yoon Eun-jung’s status as a top star, they mutated into an uncontrollable scandal.
Entertainment tabloids and X-files reproduced the story in ever more lurid forms.
The content grew even more explicit.
“Namgoong Min and Yoon Eun-jung already shared a secret relationship when he signed her.”
“This historical drama project is a personal gift prepared by Namgoong Min to turn Yoon Eun-jung into his muse and lover.”
“His lack of interest in recouping the production costs is no different from an emperor showering his beloved with boundless wealth.”
Regardless of the facts, Namgoong Min and Yoon Eun-jung became trapped inside a sensational frame: the man of overwhelming wealth and power, and the beautiful actress chosen by him.
These groundless rumors only deepened the jealousy and competitive spirit among the female talents inside the very company he owned and operated.
