Secrets Beneath the Gown and Mischievous Fantasies
Yoon Eun-jung finished her shower while still wrapped in the lingering haze of intense pleasure. In the mirror, her face remained flushed deep red from the hot water and the passionate encounter she had just experienced. Beneath those burning cheeks, her eyes shone with a depth and vitality stronger than ever before.
Now… I have to go back. As if nothing happened.
She slipped into the white bathrobe, cinched it tightly around herself, and cautiously opened the dressing room door. Everything looked exactly as it had when she entered. She crossed the spacious dressing room and approached the shower entrance. Yoon Eun-jung knocked lightly on the door and spoke with care.
“Oppa, are you out there?”
No answer came.
Where did he go? Is he still outside the office?
Just as she wondered whether she could step out wearing only the robe, Namgoong Min’s voice reached her.
“Eun-jung, are you finished with your shower?”
The CEO?
Startled by the unexpected voice, Eun-jung faltered for a moment.
“Y-yes… I finished and was wondering if it was all right to come out. I was looking for Manager Oppa.”
“The manager is waiting in the hallway outside the office. I stayed here for a moment to give you the clothes.”
While Eun-jung hesitated, unsure how to reply, he continued.
“If it’s all right with you, shall I open the door and hand them over? Or I can leave them on the table and step outside so you can retrieve them.”
Grateful for his thoughtful consideration, she was about to ask him to leave the clothes when her lips suddenly paused. After a brief silence, lost in thought, Eun-jung spoke as though she had reached a decision.
“I’ll come out now, CEO.”
With those words, she tightened the bathrobe once more and carefully opened the shower room door.
Namgoong Min, who had been seated on the sofa beside the table in the center of the office, rose to his feet. The moment her body—covered by nothing but the single robe—met the perfectly conditioned air, faint goosebumps prickled across her skin. Even now, her figure beneath the gown radiated both purity and raw sensuality. The robe barely contained her full, firm breasts, leaving her shoulders and collarbones completely exposed. Below the hem that stopped daringly at mid-thigh stretched long, sleek legs. Inside the robe, the intimate place that had only just endured fierce lovemaking tightened with nervous excitement the instant it sensed Namgoong Min’s presence.
By now a faint trace of arousal had seeped out, leaving her plump folds slick and wet, yet the thick robe concealed everything perfectly.
When he saw her like this, a gentle smile touched Min’s lips, accompanied by a flicker of surprise. Although the robe hid her most secret state completely, his reaction still made Eun-jung’s cheeks bloom with fresh color.
The two of them, alone in the empty office. Herself wearing nothing but a bathrobe, and him. The damp sensation between her legs and the memory of what had happened in the bathroom sent her heart racing violently.
After a short, awkward silence, Min smiled and spoke.
“I already knew your beauty was extraordinary, Eun-jung, but this is something else entirely.”
His honest praise deepened the flush on her face. Having recovered his composure, he added a slightly teasing remark.
“I was worried you might get burned, but seeing you in that robe makes me want to congratulate myself for spilling the coffee.”
“What are you saying… You’re so wicked, CEO.”
“Haha. Who else gets to see Eun-jung in nothing but a bathrobe? It’s hardly an everyday occurrence.”
Do you… want to see it often?
With her face burning from his words, Eun-jung posed the silent question before replying softly.
“Thank you, CEO. Thanks to you, I was able to wash comfortably.”
“There’s no need to thank me. It happened because of me. I’m just relieved you weren’t hurt. Oh, and here are the clothes. I’m not sure if they’ll match your taste. I asked the wardrobe team about the size, so they should fit well enough.”
Min held out the shopping bag. A mixture of apology and gratitude washed over Eun-jung’s face.
“I’m sorry for causing so much trouble, CEO. For you to go this far… Thank you, truly.”
“Not at all. I’ll step out now, so change at your leisure in the dressing room. I have a schedule, so I’ll be leaving like this. Take your time.”
With those final words, he gave her shoulder a light, reassuring pat and left the office.
I should have expressed my gratitude more properly…
She felt a pang of regret for not showing enough thanks, yet another, entirely different kind of disappointment soon rose in its place.
Would the CEO really have been unaffected seeing me standing here in nothing but this gown? I’m not wearing anything underneath.
One tug on the knot at her waist would have revealed her completely naked body. The two of them, alone in the office. Subtle expectation and vivid imagination swirled inside her, yet reality quickly reasserted itself.
You’ve lost your mind. Manager Jin-ho Oppa is right outside, and it’s the middle of the day in the office? Get a grip, Yoon Eun-jung.
Still, she remembered the flustered look on his face the moment she first opened the door, followed by those joking words. He had acted composed, but perhaps the CEO had been imagining the same things she was? The thought brought a small smile to her lips as she picked up the shopping bag and stepped back into the dressing room.
Inside were high-end casual clothes from a luxury brand, similar in style and color to the outfit she had been wearing. As she unfolded them to remove the tags, she noticed a small box tucked underneath. A tall, elegant container. The instant Eun-jung saw it, her face burned scarlet.
That size… Underwear too?
When she opened the box, a white bra and panties lay neatly folded inside. The design was simple and functional, free of flashy decoration. The subtle embroidery and luxurious fabric made their premium quality obvious at a glance.
Yet along with her embarrassment, a strange fantasy took shape in her mind.
As I thought… The CEO spilling coffee wasn’t mere coincidence. He knew my condition. Did he notice everything? Is that why he tried to cover for my embarrassment on purpose?
Gifting underwear to an actress… It makes sense given the situation, but could there be another meaning?
Her imagination grew bolder.
Perhaps… he wants me to wear this underwear the next time we meet? Using it as an excuse to check…
In her fantasy, Namgoong Min held her close and began removing her clothes piece by piece. The moment his fingers reached for the bra hook and started to slide her panties down, Eun-jung flailed her arms and bowed her head.
I’m insane… Eun-jung, get a hold of yourself! How far are you planning to go?
It was mortifying. The intelligent, elegant actress. A beauty who possessed both pure innocence and seductive allure. A doll-like figure and face. Now stepping forward not merely as the next Chungmuro Goddess but as a leading actress of her generation. Yet every time she saw him, she lost her mind, her body reacted on its own, and she had even masturbated in his home—and inside his very office. She had kept her virginity for all twenty-eight years of her life, but the woman she was now felt no different from a whore drowning in lust.
They say a thief who starts late is the most dangerous…
Until now, her passion for acting and public success had left her largely untouched by matters of men or physical desire. Only on the rare occasions when her body grew unbearably hot had she cautiously and secretly touched herself. Even then, she would soon bury herself back in work for a long time afterward.
But lately? Ever since that meeting with him, her body would grow feverish and hypersensitive without warning. The self-pleasure that used to happen once every couple of months had already occurred twice this week alone. Simply recalling Namgoong Min’s name, face, or voice was enough to leave her wet. She couldn’t help wondering if she had always been this lewd a woman.
First, she needed to change. She slowly slipped off the clean white robe. Her narrow waist, full and luscious breasts, nipples standing prominently at their centers. The firm, rounded curve of her elastic buttocks. Her dazzling naked form was revealed beneath the soft lighting.
Her gaze fell on her plump, glistening sex. The delicate petals covering the narrow entrance trembled faintly, soaked with arousal.
A quiet sigh escaped her lips.
“Haa… again…”
As she carefully wiped the wetness with a towel and prepared to place it in the basket, the fantasy unfolded once more in her mind—Min entering later, kneeling, and pressing the towel she had discarded to his face.
Stop!
With a crimson face and ragged breath, she shook her head and squeezed her eyes shut. If she kept this up, she would end up touching herself again.
I can’t do this anymore. If I must, at least at home…
Even as she tried to steady her heart, a small chuckle slipped out.
You’re not saying you won’t do it at all, Eun-jung.
With a bittersweet smile, she dressed in the underwear and outfit Min had prepared. They fit perfectly. The realization that the CEO even knew her exact measurements brought fresh color to her cheeks.
When he looks at me from now on, will he picture me wearing the underwear he bought?
After lingering on the thought for a moment and adjusting her clothes, Eun-jung finally stepped out of the dressing room.
She had regained her composure and once again become the intelligent, elegant actress. Carrying a faint lily scent, she opened the door and left the office.
“All finished, Eun-jung?”
“Yes. I’m sorry, Oppa. You waited far too long, didn’t you?”
“Not at all, Eun-jung. I’m glad everything worked out. Shall we go?”
“Yes. Let’s go.”
In her hand as she walked toward the elevator was the shopping bag containing her wet clothes. The bra and the panties drenched in love juices had been tightly rolled and wrapped inside thick garments, yet Eun-jung still felt anxious.
I hope it doesn’t smell. If I drop it and something is exposed, that would be absolutely unacceptable.
Had they been outdoors she might have discreetly discarded them, but she couldn’t bring herself to do so inside the bathroom of Min’s office. It probably wouldn’t happen, but one could never be too careful.
Suddenly imagining the CEO searching the dressing room and bathroom for her underwear made her laugh. The disappointed look on Namgoong Min’s face. The thought made her burst into uncontrollable giggles.
“Eun-jung?”
Manager Kim Jin-ho stared at her with a puzzled expression. Though embarrassed, Eun-jung couldn’t suppress her smile and continued her mischievous fantasy.
CEO. Next time we meet… I’ll wear the underwear you gave me again. If you ask… I might even let you confirm it yourself.
Seeing the bewildered Jin-ho, Eun-jung finally couldn’t hold back and let her laughter spill out.
“Hahaha.”
She had been lost in her own embarrassing fantasy and burst into laughter the moment she saw Jin-ho’s face, but Manager Kim Jin-ho interpreted the scene differently.
She’s definitely been strange lately… Laughing so easily, and her face turns red for no reason at all.
Is it because of CEO Namgoong Min? He truly is the alpha of all alphas…
His imposing physique, towering height, and sculptural features. Yet paired with a gentle smile and warm manner of speech. The man who had risen to national hero status through overwhelming support and adoration during his playing days. After retirement, he established an entertainment company with trillions of won in assets and launched a drama with a staggering 550 billion won budget.
Recalling Namgoong Min’s accomplishments, Jin-ho could not help but feel renewed awe toward their CEO. At the same time, seeing his own actress seemingly falling for such a man filled him with secret worry.
Eun-jung and the CEO… They suit each other well, but I wish I could read what’s truly in his heart.
From Kim Jin-ho’s perspective, Namgoong Min was simply too perfect. Anyone would probably feel the same. Min had never once shown a negative side in public, and that very flawlessness made Jin-ho uneasy. After all, no human could be perfect. Perhaps the CEO harbored some hidden deficiency beneath that flawless exterior? It was precisely these thoughts that kept Jin-ho from wholeheartedly supporting the relationship between Eun-jung and Min.
He stole a sideways glance at her. The sight of her walking toward the van was dazzling. Though she tried to keep a neutral expression, an irrepressible smile kept breaking through. Embarrassment, excitement, anticipation. Having been with her since her debut, Jin-ho could read her mood simply from the subtle shifts in her face.
Feeling the soft lily scent that gently filled the air around her, he quietly murmured to himself.
I hope she doesn’t get hurt…
Once inside the van, she turned and gave Jin-ho a bright smile. Looking at that radiant expression, Jin-ho smiled back.