The official Velure signing was the pinnacle of polished sin.A ballroom bathed in chandeliers and white roses, waiters ghosting by with gold trays of caviar, the soft clink of crystal echoing like laughter in a cathedral.
Yura sat next to Jinhyuk, new contract before her, her signature scrawled in elegant black ink.Photographers crowded the edges, flashbulbs popping like tiny starbursts. Everyone smiled — Velure executives, Seoul's fashion royalty, even a few foreign investors who whispered about Paris and Dubai tours.
Through it all, Jinhyuk's hand rested on her thigh under the table.Sometimes just heavy and warm, other times it crept higher, fingers brushing her inner seam in a slow, tormenting stroke.Once he even pressed right between her legs, a casual firm squeeze that made her breath catch. Her face burned as a photographer snapped a shot of her sudden stiff smile.
I'm being touched. Right here. In front of everyone.
The shame churned hot in her belly — and left her faintly wet.
When the final signatures were done, the contract sealed in a sleek black folder with Velure's golden crest, Jinhyuk stood.
"Come. We're not finished."
Yura's pulse skipped.She followed on trembling heels, smiling mechanical goodbyes to executives she could barely see. Her new assistant tried to mouth something — "call me if you need—"Jinhyuk's cold stare cut it off instantly.
They moved through velvet-lined hallways. Jinhyuk walked ahead like a king, hand firm on Yura's back, steering her deeper into his private dominion.
He didn't stop until they reached the women's powder room.A stunning space: marble sinks, gilded mirrors, fragrant lilies blooming from crystal vases. It was empty.
"In here," he ordered.
Yura's heart leaped into her throat.
"Chairman, someone could come—"
"Yes. Now get in the stall."
Her body obeyed before her mind caught up.She stumbled into the largest stall, barely enough time to catch her breath before he was behind her, locking the door with a sharp click.
He spun her, pinning her shoulders to the wall.His knee pressed between her thighs, forcing them apart.
"Lift your dress."
Her hands trembled violently.She gathered up the delicate silk, baring soft thighs and the tiny scrap of lace he'd picked out for her that morning. It was damp already.
God, why does this—
Jinhyuk's fingers found her slit, stroking once, twice, slow enough to make her arch.
"Still wet. From the contract? Or because you're filthy enough to want this right here, knowing anyone could walk in?"
She whimpered. Her thighs pressed together, trying to trap his hand.He laughed low, dark satisfaction curling through it.
Then he unzipped, pulled himself out — thick, hard, already leaking. Her mouth actually watered at the sight, horror mixing with desperate want.
"Turn around. Hands on the wall."
She faced the stall, palms flat on the cool tile.Her breath fogged slightly. The scent of lilies mixed with the heavy musk of sex.
When he pushed inside her, she nearly screamed.He clamped a hand over her mouth, the other gripping her hip so hard it'd bruise.
"Shh. Or do you want the entire floor to hear what a whore Seoul's new darling is?"
Her moan vibrated against his palm.Each thrust drove her hips into the wall, her breasts bouncing slightly, shame painting her from scalp to toes.But under the humiliation — or maybe tangled right with it — was a savage thrill that lit every nerve.
He's using me like this. And I… I love it.
Then the outer bathroom door creaked open.
Yura froze.Jinhyuk didn't slow for a second.
Oh god oh god —
Soft sobs drifted in, broken by hiccups. Heels clacked unevenly on the marble.A familiar voice cracked like glass.
"I gave up everything for him. How could he… bring her to our table, hold her hand like I was invisible…"
Ahra.
Yura's entire chest squeezed.Her old friend. Her only real friend, standing not five feet away on the other side of a thin partition, heart breaking.
And I'm here. Bent over. Letting him fuck me.
A strangled whimper slipped out.Jinhyuk's hand left her mouth, curled around her throat instead. His grip was firm — not choking, but a cold reminder that she belonged to him.
"Don't you dare stop," he whispered against her ear."Let her hear how good it feels to be my little slut."
Her cunt squeezed around him, slick dribbling down her thighs.Horror slammed through her — she was getting wetter.
Ahra's voice trembled, thick with tears.
"I tried to complain. He… he slapped me. Right there, outside the elevator. Said if I couldn't be quiet, he'd bring his mistress home to our bed instead."
A sharp, broken sob.
"What's wrong with me… why does no one love me enough to choose me…"
Yura bit her lip so hard it nearly split. A tear streaked down her cheek, but not just for Ahra.
Because I'm no better. I'm worse. I'm letting him ruin me — and it thrills me so much I'd beg for more.
Jinhyuk's hand slid between her thighs.His thumb found her swollen clit, rubbing in cruel, perfect circles.
Her moan burst out, loud and cracked.On the other side of the door, Ahra went completely silent.
Then — a tiny, horrified gasp.
"Is someone… in here—?"
Yura's entire body locked up. Jinhyuk's hand on her clit didn't stop. His cock pistoned into her so deep she thought she'd pass out.
Please don't recognize my voice please don't—
Another small gasp. Then Ahra fled — heels clicking frantically, the door slamming behind her.
Yura came hard.A brutal, choking orgasm tore through her, her hips jerking, a sobbing, desperate cry filling the stall. Her vision sparkled with dark stars.
Jinhyuk groaned low, sinking his teeth into her shoulder.He came inside her with a final sharp thrust, hot and heavy, filling her until it leaked down her thighs.
When it was done, she sagged against the wall, tears dripping off her nose.
Jinhyuk zipped up, then cupped her chin, forcing her to look at him.His thumb brushed her lower lip, smearing tears.
"You did well. Do you feel powerful, pet? You made your friend cry harder than her husband ever could."
A strangled, broken sound left her throat. Shame, arousal, guilt — it all blurred.
Or did it taste like victory?
She didn't know anymore.