A Woman in Love is Always Wet
After her meeting with CEO Namgoong Min, and a week after the 550 billion won scandal it had sparked, Eun-jung returned to the Four Square Building today. As an actress, she rarely visited the company daily like the idol group Blossoms members did for practice or meetings. Most actors spent their schedules shuttling between home and filming sets, so even over the course of a year, trips to the office were few and far between. But today, she had come with her manager to handle paperwork related to the quarterly settlement period and to pick up the script for the upcoming grand historical drama in advance.
The atmosphere inside the car felt markedly different from the last meeting. Manager Kim Jin-ho, who had been brimming with excitement and anticipation before, kept his mouth firmly shut and drove in silence. He knew full well that the flood of sensational articles over the past week had all stemmed from his own failure to keep his mouth shut. Kim Jin-ho had already received several wordless glares from Eun-jung during the ride.
Eun-jung gazed out at the forest of buildings, lost in thought for a moment. Her intelligent beauty remained composed, but her eyes held a complicated mix of emotions. All those articles pouring out all week… People are convinced I was cast because of the CEO’s money and power. That his imperial casting was real. She recalled once more the intense physical reaction she had experienced during that meeting. The shameful yet thrilling memory of her chest swelling and her lower body growing wet at the sight of his smile. That fact constantly whispered to her that the scandal’s contents could not simply be dismissed as baseless rumors.
What if the CEO really had ulterior motives toward me? What if he threw me that project because he wanted me as his lover? What if he’s using all this scandal to test my reaction, my feelings? Eun-jung lightly bit her lip. She felt awe toward Namgoong Min’s transcendent abilities and wealth, and a deep fondness for his personal kindness and warmth. Now that fondness had transformed into an intense desire to uncover his true intentions. But—
Eun-jung, who had been lost in thought, let out a bitter smile and shook her head slightly. I’m getting ahead of myself. Hadn’t she been the one insisting it was all baseless rumors? Yet here she was, her heart thrown into turmoil by the very rumors she had denied, and the realization left her feeling quietly bitter. Still, her body was honest. A faint tension began to stir deep in her lower abdomen. Just the three syllables of his name were enough to make her react so sensitively. She felt oddly wounded in her pride at her body’s honest betrayal of its master.
Her body, carrying the fresh scent of lilies, seemed to have already prepared itself to become not just the female lead of the 550 billion won project, but Namgoong Min’s muse. The car was slowly entering the underground parking garage of the Four Square Building.
Eun-jung’s outfit as she headed toward the elevator with her manager showed a clear difference from last time. Instead of the formal attire from the previous meeting, she wore something casual and comfortable. Her lower half was clad in slightly thick, loose-fitting jeans. The complete opposite of the thin black suit pants she had worn before, this fit completely concealed her body’s curves and allowed generous movement. On top, she wore a soft pastel-toned shirt layered with a vintage-style knit, giving the overall impression of hiding volume and covering her figure as much as possible.
It’s clothes I wear often anyway… Eun-jung rationalized to herself, but the choice was an unconscious defensive measure against the embarrassing situation from last time. The memory of her body reacting so blatantly under Namgoong Min’s gaze during that meeting. And the anxiety that those reactions might have been subtly revealed through the sheer blouse and thin pants. In the end, that day’s memory had led her to this choice without her even realizing it.
Whether I meet the CEO today or not, there shouldn’t be any unnecessary misunderstandings or embarrassment. I’m just here for work—nothing else. She repeated the thought in her mind, yet the very act of bundling herself up so thoroughly only proved how deeply conscious she was of Namgoong Min. Though her beautiful figure and curves remained hidden beneath the knit and jeans, her fresh lily scent still lingered subtly around her.
Feigning nonchalance, Eun-jung’s hand pressed the elevator button. The destination was the 18th floor—the floor housing the Square 2 office for the actors’ label. Two floors below the 20th floor where the CEO stayed. If I don’t deliberately seek him out, I probably won’t run into him today, right? Whether it was relief or disappointment, she wasn’t sure as she looked at her reflection in the elevator mirror.
When the elevator stopped at the 18th floor, Eun-jung took a deep breath and stepped out into the office hallway. She forced a calm expression onto her face. The moment she turned the corner of the 18th-floor corridor, the CEO came into view.
Ah? Eun-jung felt her heart drop for an instant. He was walking toward her with a light step, a thin stack of documents in one hand. At 192 centimeters tall with broad shoulders, dressed in a crisp white dress shirt, he still radiated an overwhelming presence. The moment he spotted Eun-jung, a bright smile spread across his face. It was the same warm, relaxed smile that always melted people’s hearts.
“Oh, Eun-jung. Fancy running into you here. Here for the documents?”
The unexpected encounter left her scrambling to compose her expression before she answered with a natural smile. “Yes, CEO. I just stopped by for the quarterly settlement and the script. I didn’t expect to see you here while you’re so busy.”
The manager standing beside her listened silently to their conversation, head bowed low, barely even breathing for fear that something might slip out of his mouth again.
Namgoong Min naturally asked after her well-being. “How’s the commercial shoot going? No issues?”
“It’s going well, thanks to you. Thank you, CEO.”
He lifted the documents slightly as if considering something, then spoke in his usual gentle tone. “Since you’re here, if you don’t have any urgent schedules, would you like to stop by my office for a cup of coffee? I happen to have a few questions about the project as well.”
That single sentence sent Eun-jung’s insides into turmoil. No… In this situation, going into his office alone with him… It’ll just pour more oil on the scandal. The sensational headlines from the past week flashed through her mind. “Imperial Casting,” “Secret Contract,” “The 550 Billion Won Muse.” Yet another part of her mind wondered if refusing would only make things look even stranger. A brief hesitation. She had to stay composed. Act like it was nothing at all.
She answered with the calmest smile she could manage. “Yes, CEO. I have a little time. I’d love some coffee.”
But the moment the words left her mouth, her body reacted first. A warm heat began to spread deep in her lower abdomen. Even though she was thoroughly armored in thick jeans and a knit sweater, the heat spread without resistance. She could feel her panties slowly growing damp. It was happening much faster and far more intensely than last time.
Eun-jung was startled by the secret change occurring in her body. No… Not here…! She cried out desperately in her mind, but it was already too late. The CEO’s kind invitation and the intimate situation of entering his office alone had stimulated her nerves. Her heart pounded, and her lower body grew hot and began to contract. Lukewarm fluids slowly but surely began to soak the center of her panties.
She watched his back as he walked ahead, seemingly unaware. Eun-jung followed behind him, desperately maintaining her expression. Yet the damp sensation between her legs tormented her endlessly. Even before they reached the office door, her body was already beyond control. She could feel that faint moisture even through the thick jeans, and the heavy rise and fall of her chest beneath the knit. She suddenly recalled a provocative phrase she had once laughed off while browsing the internet long ago.
A woman in love is always wet.
Back then, she had thought it was nothing but vulgar nonsense. Yet now those words had become her reality. In front of the overwhelming man that was Namgoong Min, her body was exploding with a tangled mix of professional tension, personal affection, and uncontrollable instinct.
Eun-jung’s pristine face flushed red, the color spreading all the way to her ears. Shame, bewilderment, and the deepening emotions toward Namgoong Min that caused it all twisted together in a complicated knot. Why… Why am I the only one like this… She stole a glance at his composed face and felt a sense of injustice. At the same time, embarrassment washed over her. Just his name, his gentle gaze, his kind yet nonchalant tone—her body reacted first to every trivial detail surrounding him, and she felt pathetic. This was far from the image of a top actress showered with the love of countless men. In contrast, his face remained perfectly serene.
Namgoong Min, unaware of Eun-jung’s inner turmoil, grasped the doorknob and turned to her. “Please come in, Eun-jung.”
She forced a smile and nodded. Yet with every step she took, the dampness inside her panties felt even more vivid. The manager sent her a silent signal with his eyes that he would wait at the end of the hallway.
When the door opened, the familiar scent of the office greeted her. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows covering one wall, she could see the sunset fading over Gangnam as the city’s night lights began to flicker on one by one. She stepped carefully inside. The moment she heard the door close behind her, Eun-jung realized they were now alone. And her body, already rejoicing at that fact, responded with even greater heat.