The CEO's Gaze
Yoon Eun-jung heard the soft click of the door closing behind her and forced herself to walk forward with practiced calm. On the surface, her pastel shirt, vintage knit sweater, and loose jeans completely concealed her body. Her curves were barely visible, and her movements appeared relaxed and effortless. But what was happening beneath the fabric was something else entirely.
In the brief moment she crossed the threshold, her body had already reached its peak response. Her nipples had stiffened into hard peaks beneath her bra, straining so fiercely against the triple layers of knit and shirt that they threatened to pierce right through. Every time the sensitive tips brushed against the cloth, a faint shiver raced across her breasts. And that was only the beginning.
The changes in her lower body were far more intense. Her pussy had swollen with heat, endlessly pushing out the slick arousal welling up from deep inside her. The white cotton panties were already soaked through at the center, clinging heavily to her skin, and the moisture had seeped into the thick denim lining, creating a sticky, uncomfortable sensation. With every step, her swollen mound pressed lightly against the jeans, and the resulting friction sent even sharper jolts of pleasure through her.
I can’t… not this much already…
Yoon Eun-jung despaired inwardly. She kept her thighs pressed tightly together as she walked with extreme caution, but that only made the drenched panties cling even more insistently to her skin, sharpening every sensation. A refreshing lily scent gently filled the office, while beneath it hid a hot, wet secret that only she knew about.
Namgoong Min naturally guided her toward the table. The moment he sat down, he stood again and headed for the coffee machine, speaking to her in a gentle tone.
“Eun-jung, I know you’re incredibly busy, but seeing your face like this puts me in a good mood too. I was disappointed we haven’t crossed paths lately.”
It was an ordinary greeting. But to Yoon Eun-jung, it was anything but. Seeing your face puts me in a good mood. I was disappointed we haven’t crossed paths…
It’s just politeness… He probably says the same thing to everyone else.
Her rational mind tried to dismiss it, but another voice immediately drowned it out.
Then… why did he call me here alone? When everyone else is being cautious because of the scandal, he invited me straight into his office…
A mixture of anticipation and excitement made her heart beat faster. As he prepared the coffee, he casually brought up the project.
“Oh, right. The official production announcement is next week. Casting is already complete, and script readings will begin soon. From then on, you’ll be quite busy, Eun-jung.”
She answered with the most composed smile she could manage.
“Yes, I’m really looking forward to it, CEO.”
Her voice was steady, but beneath the table, she was anything but calm. Her arousal showed no sign of stopping, flowing out in a steady stream. Her panties were completely soaked and heavy, and even the denim lining clung wetly to her, creating an unpleasant yet electrifying pressure. Even when she clamped her thighs together in her seated position, her swollen pussy pressed against the fabric, transmitting even clearer sensations.
If a stain shows on my jeans… what am I going to do…
She glanced down discreetly under the table. Thankfully, the loose jeans didn’t reveal anything on the outside, but inside, she was already overflowing with desire. The fact that it was all because of Namgoong Min tormented her even more.
Namgoong Min returned with two cups of coffee and sat down across from her. His kind eyes looked directly at her.
“Take your time. It’s hot.”
That smile. That voice. Yoon Eun-jung accepted the cup with a slightly trembling hand and nodded. Under the table, she crossed and recrossed her legs, desperately trying to adjust her posture. But the more she moved, the more the soaked panties clung to her pussy, sending uncontrollable waves of heat rising through her.
She took a sip of coffee and repeated to herself inwardly, Stay calm… It’s just a cup of coffee, then I’ll leave…
But her body was already speaking the truth. This place. This man. He was shaking everything inside her.
Namgoong Min set his cup down and quietly studied her face. His gaze remained kind and gentle, yet the subtle interest hidden within it made her even more tense.
“Are you really okay? Your face looks a little flushed… Was the coffee too hot?”
His voice was careful and sounded genuinely concerned. But to Yoon Eun-jung, those words hit like thunder.
Did he notice…?
For a moment, she felt like she couldn’t breathe. The smile she had forced onto her face stiffened slightly.
“Ah, no. It’s just… the office feels a bit warm. I’m fine, really.”
She tried to keep her voice as light as possible, but it trembled at the end. She wrapped both hands around her coffee cup and averted her eyes. The heat against her palms was actually a relief. At least she could use it as an excuse.
He gave a small nod and didn’t press further. Instead, he smiled again and changed the subject.
“That’s good to hear. You’ll be attending the production announcement next week, and the press will have plenty of questions. Make sure you prepare yourself mentally.”
“Yes, I understand. I’ll prepare well.”
Yoon Eun-jung nodded. On the outside she appeared composed, but inside, flames were already raging. Her tense nipples grew even harder, brushing against her clothes, but that wasn’t the main issue. Inside her jeans, the white cotton panties were now completely drenched and clinging heavily to her. The overflowing arousal had breached the limits of her panties and soaked into the denim lining, creating a sticky, burning pressure around her pussy. She tightened her thighs even more out of nervousness, but the position only pressed the wet fabric harder against her, intensifying the stimulation. No matter how thick the jeans were, she couldn’t relax.
The inside was already thoroughly wet, and every slight movement sent faint, sticky sensations brushing between her legs.
If a stain really forms… I won’t even be able to stand up from here…
Extreme anxiety gripped her. Every time Namgoong Min’s gaze lingered on her, that anxiety grew stronger.
Does he… know how aroused I am right now?
The thought made her body burn even hotter, and her arousal continued to flow without pause. The denim lining grew heavier as it absorbed the moisture. She kept subtly crossing and uncrossing her legs under the table, desperately shifting her posture, but it only heightened the stimulation.
Namgoong Min continued speaking with that same gentle smile.
“I’m really looking forward to your interpretation during the script reading. I thought this role could only be played by you, Eun-jung.”
At those words, her heart pounded violently again. She lifted her head to look at him. The moment their eyes met, her pussy clenched hard, and another hot wave of arousal flooded out.
CEO… please, just stop talking…
CEO… why are you only like this with me…
A desperate smile masked as composure. And her body reacting in complete opposition. How much she wanted Namgoong Min. How deeply she had fallen for him.
Namgoong Min set his coffee cup down on the table and slowly raised his head toward her. The instant his gaze settled on her, Yoon Eun-jung felt as if her entire body had frozen solid. She quickly pressed her thighs even tighter together and glanced down under the table.
No way…
Her ominous premonition became reality. A faint but unmistakable dark stain in the center of her jeans burned itself into her vision. It was a small area, but compared to the dry denim surrounding it, the color was noticeably darker. Proof that her arousal had soaked through her panties and into the thick denim. The most secret and blatant evidence of her desire was now beginning to leak outward.
No… please…
If he sees it… it’s over…
Yoon Eun-jung’s mind went completely blank. The pure, intelligent beauty she usually projected vanished in an instant as her face flushed crimson. The burning heat spread all the way to her earlobes. A hot sting gathered at the corners of her eyes, as if tears were about to form. Before she knew it, her expression had transformed into that of a girl overwhelmed by extreme shame.
She unconsciously lowered her head slightly, hoping her disheveled bangs would hide her face, and fixed her gaze on the table. Her hands gripped the coffee cup tightly, but her fingertips were trembling faintly.
Namgoong Min didn’t miss the change in her. His eyes narrowed slightly as he quietly observed her. The kind, gentle smile remained on his face, but the subtle interest and insight within it made her even more nervous.
“Eun-jung… are you really okay?”
His voice was low and soft. It sounded worried, yet carried a depth that seemed to see through everything.
Yoon Eun-jung took a deep breath and forced herself to look up. She tried to produce her brightest smile to hide her flushed face, but the corners of her mouth trembled.
“Yes… I’m really fine. It’s just… suddenly feeling warmer… Maybe the office temperature is a bit high.”
Her voice was a tone higher than usual.
Please don’t ask… Talk about work, work.
The curiosity about Namgoong Min’s true feelings, his interest in her—none of it was welcome in this situation. Stop paying attention to me and talk about work.
He couldn’t have heard her inner cry, but fortunately his attention shifted to another topic. He slowly took a sip of coffee and steered the conversation back to the project.
“That’s a relief. At next week’s announcement, you’ll be the center of attention… so you’ll need to take good care of your health.”
At those words, her body reacted again.
I’m going crazy…
Take good care of your health… That phrase flipped her switch once more. She twisted her legs even tighter under the table and struggled to maintain her smile. But inside her jeans, everything was already completely soaked, sticky, and burning hot. The fear that the stain might be growing larger crushed her.
And in that moment, she realized it. Namgoong Min’s gaze had briefly dipped below the table before returning to her face.
Did he see? Or was he simply noticing her uncomfortable posture?
Her heart raced wildly. Shame, excitement, embarrassment, and desire tangled together and consumed her. She felt like she could no longer sit here. Yet at the same time, strangely… she didn’t want to leave.
In the depth of Namgoong Min’s kind, gentle eyes, she felt as if she were completely exposed. And that feeling only made her burn hotter.
The dark stain on her jeans was slowly, gradually spreading wider.
And then.
Namgoong Min’s mouth slowly opened.