The Architect's Forbidden Contract

PART 1: ACCIDENT IN THE RESTROOM Park Cho Sung stood frozen under a leaking pipe, water gushing down and soaking her thin cotton skirt. Her skin prickled with goosebumps, her breath quick and shallow—like a trapped bird. She clenched the hem of her skirt tightly, her knuckles turning white. Her heartbeat thundered in her ears—ba-dum, ba-dum—so loud she could hear it in her eardrums. "No... Please don’t let anyone see me like this. I’ve already been mocked enough since high school for my... overly full figure." Her thoughts were cut short as the water seeped into her underwear. Cold—so cold—yet her cheeks burned. She quickly removed her damp underwear and dried it under the hand dryer. It was still slightly damp and uncomfortable, so she folded it and stuffed it into her sweater pocket. PART 2: COLLISION Park Cho Sung checked her watch and suddenly remembered the financial documents she urgently needed to deliver to the planning department. She had left them near the sink where she stood. Hastily gathering the files, she stacked them so high they blocked her view. Walking briskly with only a sliver of visibility, she suddenly crashed into something hard. Papers flew into the air as she staggered. Her pupils dilated as she caught sight of Lee Hwui Soe standing before her. He moved to dodge in slow motion but slipped on a stray sheet of paper, falling forward. Park Cho Sung tried to help by grabbing him, but instead, she tumbled right on top of him. Instantly, her skin burned at every point of contact—especially where her skirt brushed against the lower half of his waist. Her full chest pressed against his stomach, her skirt riding up to her knees as she lay sprawled over him. The firmness beneath his waistband pressed against her, and she froze, her face flushing crimson. Her arms instinctively gripped his shoulders. Now sitting atop him, her glasses fogged up, her breath ragged. Lee Hwui Soe lay motionless, his mind racing: "What is this? Is my body... reacting to her? Who is this girl? Where did she come from?" His gaze then dropped to her skirt—now nearly transparent from the earlier soaking. "s**t. I can see the shape of her thighs. Her underwear—" Blood rushed south, a reaction he never expected to have... here, of all places. His pulse pounded in his temples. The hand that had meant to push her away instead slid to her hip, pressing her down harder. His muscles tensed like steel wires. Park Cho Sung jolted at the pressure, the firmness beneath her skirt pressing even more insistently. She tried to rise, but his grip only tightened, his hips shifting slightly against her. Biting her lips hard enough to nearly draw blood, her knees trembled—not from fear, but from something else entirely. A dizzying, intoxicating sensation. She closed her eyes, surrendering to it. Lee Hwui Soe’s thoughts warned: "Let her go. Now. You’re the CEO. She’s your subordinate. This is—" But then his nose caught her scent—not expensive perfume, but warm milk and mint. "She... smells like home." The thought only made him press harder, his hips moving ever so slightly. Meanwhile, Park Cho Sung’s mind whirled. "Aah, what is this feeling?" Her fists clenched over his hands, torn between pulling away and begging for more. Just then, a voice snapped them back to reality. "Sir... Are you alright?" Lee Hwui Soe immediately pushed her off and stood, adjusting his suit to hide the obvious strain in his pants. His head spun, vision blurring as if trying to shake off a trance. Park Cho Sung scrambled to pull her oversized sweater down, covering her damp skirt, then— "I-I’m so sorry, Mr. Lee!" Too ashamed to meet his eyes, she dropped to her knees, bowing deeply. Her glasses were still fogged, papers scattered around her. Lee Hwui Soe glanced at her while straightening his clothes, discreetly adjusting himself. "Yes, I'm fine," he said sharply, then turned to his staff. Prepare the 1 PM meeting immediately. "I’ll be finalizing the new project sketches requested from America." With that, he strode away, leaving Park Cho Sung trembling on the floor. But the scent of milk-mint soap and the memory of her translucent skirt would haunt Lee Hwui Soe’s senses for the rest of the day. Meanwhile, Park Cho Sung weakly gathered the scattered documents, her legs wobbling like a newborn fawn. Her heart still raced, her face burning down to her ears. The lingering sensation between her thighs left her dizzy. AFTERMATH Throughout the meeting, Lee Hwui Soe couldn’t focus, impatient to uncover the identity of the woman from earlier. Back in his executive office, he immediately pulled up the employee database, scanning through photos of every female staff member one by one. Then—he froze. A pale face, thick glasses, wild curly hair. His lips curled into a cold, sinister smile as he whispered: "Park Cho Sung..."