“I guess Assistant Manager Choi does live up to his reputation as a ‘new hire killer,’ huh?”

Not wanting to dwell on Jung-jae’s situation, Seol-ah quickly changed the subject.

“Manager, don’t you think we need a bit of a twist at this point for the project?”

Inha caught on smoothly and responded, “Great idea! I thought that part was a bit cliché too. Do you have any specific ideas in mind?”

“Yes, I think if we switch the scene here and—”

Inha, well aware of Seol-ah’s habit of concentrating on her work and avoiding other topics, didn’t interrupt. She simply listened attentively, appreciating Seol-ah’s professionalism and allowing her to continue without distraction.

* * *

At a wedding boutique in Cheongdam-dong, Seol-ah stood in front of a full-length mirror, wearing an elegant off-the-shoulder dress. The soft fabric draped beautifully over her frame, accentuating her delicate shoulders and graceful neckline.

“Oh my! You look stunning. No, stunning doesn’t even begin to describe it. You’re elegant and regal, like a graceful swan.”

Said one of the boutique staff, clearly aware of the importance of their guest. After all, the future wife of the LJ Group heir had reserved the entire boutique for this exclusive shopping experience. The staff moved around her with practiced elegance, adjusting the dress and showering her with compliments.

“It feels a bit too revealing…”

Seol-ah mumbled, tugging at the front of the dress in an attempt to cover the deep neckline that exposed more cleavage than she was comfortable with.

The head of the boutique, overhearing her concern, quickly stepped in.

“Oh no, it’s not revealing—it’s sexy! Having such a big bust is a blessing, right, Ms. Kim?”

“Absolutely!” Ms. Kim chimed in enthusiastically. “A tiny waist, perfect hips, and now the br*ast too? It’s unreal. Did you get a little help from a surgeon by any chance?”

She asked playfully, though she already knew the answer. Years of fitting wedding dresses had made her an expert at spotting the difference between natural and enhanced bodies, and she was certain that Seol-ah’s figure was all-natural. Her tone was light, intending to put Seol-ah at ease with her genuine admiration.

“No, not at all. It’s just the way my parents made me.”

Seol-ah replied with a modest smile.

“Really? Wow, you’re truly blessed with a perfect figure. I’m so jealous!”

One of the staff members exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with admiration.

“Right? I’m envious. My br*ast is practically flat; there’s nothing to work with,” another chimed in, adding to the chorus of compliments.

As the flood of praise continued, Seol-ah’s face turned a deeper shade of red, though a bashful smile tugged at the corners of her lips.

“Still, I think this dress is a bit too much…” she murmured, trying to downplay her embarrassment.

Just as Seol-ah gestured to remove the dress, the boutique manager gently stopped her.

“Before you change, why not show it to the groom first?”

“Oh, should I?”

Seol-ah hesitated, but deep down, she did want Hwi-gang to see how beautiful she looked in the dress. In truth, her concern wasn’t about Hwi-gang’s reaction—she knew he would appreciate it—it was about what the guests would think.

“Alright, I’ll open the curtain now, bride.”

“Okay.”

Seol-ah replied, feeling slightly awkward as she turned around. Two of the staff members fussed over her hair, making sure every strand was in place, while another gently placed a bouquet in her hands. Seol-ah stood there, radiant and poised, looking as if she could walk down the aisle at that very moment—a vision of elegance, like a goddess on her wedding day.

Whoosh!

The round curtain was drawn open, revealing Seol-ah to Hwi-gang, who had been casually flipping through a catalog on the sofa. As he lifted his head, his eyes widened slightly, and a soft, almost breathless smile formed on his lips. He looked at her in stunned silence, unable to hide the admiration and awe in his gaze.

“!”

Hwi-gang’s expression shifted gradually as he took in Seol-ah’s appearance, each change reflecting a mix of awe and admiration. He gently set the catalog aside and stood up gracefully, his movements so polished they seemed almost cinematic. The staff, trying to contain their reactions, covered their mouths in an attempt to hide their admiration. Their eyes followed Hwi-gang, full of envy, as he walked slowly and deliberately toward Seol-ah.

When he reached her, he circled, carefully observing her from head to toe. Seol-ah swallowed nervously, waiting for his response. Then, to her surprise, Hwi-gang turned to the staff and said, “Could you give us the room for about 10 minutes?”

“Excuse me? Oh, yes, of course!”

One of the staff members stammered, flustered. They quickly nodded and left, leaving the two of them alone in the room.

When the manager signaled to the staff, they quickly exited the room. Seol-ah’s eyes widened in surprise, unsure of what Hwi-gang was planning.

“Why are you doing this? Why did you send them out?”

Seol-ah asked, her voice carrying a hint of nervousness. Despite her uneasy gaze, Hwi-gang remained composed as he slowly approached her. He leaned in and placed a soft kiss on the back of her neck, where her elegantly styled hair left her skin exposed. Seol-ha’s shoulders flinched at the unexpected touch.

“How am I supposed to handle you looking so provocative?” he murmured, his voice a low whisper as he wrapped his arms around her from behind and kissed her neck once more. Seol-ah’s heart raced, her mind a whirlwind.

‘What? No, it can’t be… right?’

Seol-ah desperately hoped her fears wouldn’t be realized, and she turned her head to look up at him, searching for some sign of restraint. But, as fate would have it, what you dread most often becomes reality.

Hwi-gang’s hand, which had been resting on her waist, slowly slid upwards until it gently cupped her br*ast, which was barely covered by the dress. 

“Hwi-gang…”

Seol-ah, feeling nervous, grabbed Hwi-gang’s hand. He gently turned her around to face him. Although she had asked for 10 minutes of privacy, Seol-ah’s eyes darted around nervously, scanning the room. 

There was no one around. Hwi-gang had rented out the entire boutique, and after asking the staff to leave, it made sense that they were alone. The shop had closed at 8 pm, the curtains were drawn and there was no way anyone could see inside. 

Swish!

Noticing her anxious gaze, Hwi-gang suddenly drew the curtains. The room they were in now felt more secluded and intimate.

“Hwi… Hwi-gang, you’re not thinking of… doing this here, are you?”

“Did you expect me to be rational by showing me something so erotic?”  

Hwi-gang’s trousers were already puffing up.   

“Well, well, well, Hwi-gang… I don’t think it’s appropriate here…” 

As Seol-ah tried to stop her, Hwi-gang pulled down the dress that was tightly covering her br*asts.   

“Ahhh, Hwi-gang.”

Seo-ah’s bouncing, exposed br*asts were sucked into Hwi-gang’s mouth. Seol-ah’s whole body heated up at her erotic reflection in the mirror.   

“Hmm, hmm, hmm.” 

After greedily sucking on her br*asts, Hwi-kang picked Seol-ah up in a quick embrace. With her dress draped around her waist, she sat on a small table in the corner of the dressing room.   

Her upper body was completely n*ked, and her white wedding dress hung crumpled below her waist.   

Looking down at the mermaid-style dress, Hwi-gang hastily pulled up the hem.

I never thought I’d have s*x with a woman in this state. 

“Who would have thought?” 

Seol-ah said shyly, looking at Hwi-gang with her flushed cheeks.   

“Do you have any idea how much it drives me crazy when you blush like that?”

“You look like a pervert.”