❝TAEHYUNG ❞

I gazed at Lisa, my words hanging in the air like a promise. "Dear little girl, if you wish, you can take notes for your content or simply absorb everything around you. After all, my dear Machan, I'm here to guide you every step of the way." Internally, a sly grin crept across my face as I pondered how she would satisfy my desires.

Lisa's eyes sparkled with gratitude as she nodded in response, her voice filled with sincerity. "Thank you, sir. I'm genuinely thrilled to have found such a remarkable mentor in you. While many companies boast of having bosses, encountering a dedicated and hardworking CEO like you is a rare privilege. I've watched your interviews, observed the way you selflessly impart wisdom to others, and now I'm ecstatic to be experiencing it firsthand."

As her words washed over me, a surge of pride swelled within my chest. I smirked, my words dripping with double meaning. "Don't worry, my dear. You're in for quite an experience with me, Lisa. I'll ensure you learn everything you need to know."

Drawing closer to her, I gently caressed her cheek. She closed her eyes, perhaps feeling the intensity of my touch.

I could sense my influence over her, and it thrilled me to no end. Like a cunning serpent, I saw her innocence as an opportunity to ensnare her and intoxicate her with my sweet poison.

I gracefully entered the meeting room, with Lisa by my side, where all the staff and Mr. Wang, the CEO, awaited.

As I stepped in, heads turned, and a respectful hush fell over the room. Each member of the team bowed in acknowledgment of my authority, a silent recognition of my power.

With a subtle gesture, I signaled for everyone to take their seats. Lisa positioned herself on the opposite end of the table, her eyes alight with curiosity as she observed my every move.

Throughout the meeting, I meticulously demonstrated how I orchestrated discussions, managed conflicts, and ultimately drove decisions forward. Lisa absorbed every detail; her interest was piqued by the dynamics at play.

However, when it came down to business, I shed all personal considerations and revealed my dominant side.

With unwavering confidence, I steered the meeting towards a decisive conclusion, proposing a bold project worth 1.5 million won.

Mr. Wang's voice cut through the room, his admiration evident. "Mr. Taehyung Kim, you never fail to bring forth solutions," he remarked, acknowledging my knack for resolving challenges with finesse.

"Indeed, Mr. Wang," I replied a glint of satisfaction in my eyes. "Solutions are my specialty."

As the room buzzed with murmurs of approval, I turned my attention back to Lisa, my gaze lingering on her for a moment longer than necessary.

There was a subtle shift in the atmosphere—a silent acknowledgment of the power play at hand.

With a dismissive nod, I signaled the end of the meeting, and the team dispersed, leaving only Lisa and me in the room.

The air crackled with tension as I approached her, my presence looming over her like a shadow.

"Lisa," I began, my voice low and commanding, "I trust you found the meeting enlightening."

She nodded, her eyes betraying a mixture of admiration and apprehension. "Yes, sir. It was incredibly insightful. Thank you for allowing me to observe."

A predatory smile tugged at the corners of my lips. "Observation is only the beginning, Lisa. There's much more for you to learn under my guidance."

Her breath hitched, and I could sense the anticipation coursing through her veins. I allowed myself a moment of satisfaction.

Another conquest, another display of my power and influence. With Lisa under my wing, there was no telling how far I could go.

With a commanding gaze, I locked eyes with Lisa and beckoned for her to follow. "Come with me, doll. I have something in store for you, as I mentioned earlier. We need to go somewhere," I stated firmly.

Her curiosity piqued, and Lisa inquired, "Where are we going?"

I lowered my voice, imbuing it with authority to assert my dominance. "You shouldn't question me, Lisa. As your superior, you're expected to comply with my directives without hesitation. If there's ever a disagreement, remember that there are rules you need to adhere to. If it's crucial, I'll take you where you need to be. That's for your own benefit."

Continuing, I laid down additional rules to reinforce my authority "Respect and obedience are non-negotiable. You're expected to follow my lead at all times. Confidentiality is paramount. Efficiency and excellence are the standards. Mediocrity is not tolerated. Communication is key. If you have concerns, address them directly with me."

With each rule, the weight of my authority bore down on her, imprinting the boundaries of our relationship. It was a reminder of who held the reins and what was expected of her in my domain.

Lisa nodded apologetically, her eyes reflecting a mix of respect and curiosity. "Sorry, sir. I'll adhere to your orders without question. I only wish to know where we are headed if you would be so kind to tell me."

A fond smile tugged at the corners of my lips as I beheld her innocence. It was tempting to lean in and steal a kiss, to revel in her affection. But I restrained myself, maintaining my composure.

"My dear doll," I replied, my tone gentle yet firm, "I'm taking you shopping for your uniform. As I mentioned earlier, you must have a proper uniform as the first intern in my company. I believe in instilling discipline from the very beginning and setting a standard for interns is part of that ethos. Consider it a privilege to be the first to undergo this process."

The anticipation flickered in her eyes as she absorbed my words, a hint of excitement mingling with gratitude. With a nod of understanding, she followed me outside.

As we stepped outside the company premises, my guards stood at attention, a silent testament to the respect they held for me.

The security guard bowed in deference as our eyes met, prompting a sudden idea to form in my mind.

With a subtle gesture, I beckoned for him to approach. "Ah, Wonsik," I addressed him, watching as he bowed once more.

"This is Lisa Manoban, my newest intern. It's now your responsibility to ensure her safety, escorting her from home to the office every morning and back again after work. No mistake will be tolerated. Take care, my little doll."

Lisa, ever-inquisitive, couldn't help but voice her curiosity. "But, sir, why?"

Lisa's voice cut through the air, questioning my decision. I silenced her with a sharp glare, reminding her of her place. She swallowed nervously, understanding her mistake.

Ignoring her question, I addressed Wonsik once more. "Make sure to familiarize yourself with her residence. But for now, take us to Eline Boutique."

Wonsik nodded in understanding. "Of course, sir," he replied dutifully.

Turning my attention back to Lisa, I extended an invitation. "Shall we, Lisa?".

As we settled into my luxurious Mercedes, a palpable tension hung in the air, heightened by the physical barrier between us and my driver, Wonsik, following protocol.

Lisa's nervous demeanor didn't escape my notice; her apprehension was evident as she fidgeted in her seat.

Turning to her, I couldn't help but address her earlier disregard for my instructions. "It appears my words at the company weren't clear enough for you, Lisa. It seems you're inviting punishment," I remarked, my tone laced with a hint of warning.

Her eyes widened in alarm, and she stammered out an apology. "Sorry, sir. I didn't mean to overstep. I just thought... I mean, I didn't want to inconvenience you. I can handle it on my own; that's why I acted that way."

Leaning in closer, our eyes met, her doll-like brown orbs locking onto my own. The proximity heightened the tension between us, and I found myself struggling to maintain control.

Despite the temptation to succumb to the allure of her gaze, I remained composed, a silent battle raging within me.

"Lisa, you're my first intern, and I want everything to go smoothly. I have my rules, and since I've never had an intern before, I can't arrange a separate vehicle just for you. You should use the company SUV like the others. Some may use a van, but I prefer that you don't travel with random staff members. I want to ensure your safety," I explained my tone firm but with a hint of concern for her well-being.

"You are a special one," I stated, noticing her hesitation.

Quickly, I covered up my slip with a fabricated explanation. "I mean, you're my stepson's girlfriend, and I wouldn't want to see my soon-to-be stepdaughter-in-law traveling on public transportation. We have certain standards to uphold," I clarified, hoping my words would reassure her and dispel any doubts.

Lisa's question hung in the air, her gaze fixed on me with a mix of curiosity and admiration. I granted her permission with a subtle nod, allowing her to voice her inquiry.

"Sir, may I ask a question?" she began, seeking my approval before continuing. I nodded again, gesturing for her to proceed.

"Sir, you've never chosen an intern before, so what made you choose me as your first?" She queried earnestly, her eyes reflecting a blend of excitement and uncertainty.

With a calculated air of seduction, I took a slow drag from my cigarette, savoring the moment before responding. "Because, my dear," I murmured, leaning in closer to her, "I wanted to be your first."

She's way off limits, and I know it. The problem is, I don't give a f*ck if she is. Somehow, that innocent girl—that girl I had no business thinking about like that—

And I have to have her. I've never felt this way about anyone, even in my Navy days—obsessed and crazy to the point of madness.

It's like something primal—a beast inside of me that roars whenever she's near. She might be my stepson's little girl,

She's legal, and I'm going to be her first; I'm going to claim and breed her. I don't care what the consequences are, because I'm going to make her mine if it's the last thing I do.

Quickly amending my words, I continued, "To train you as an intern, of course. I wanted to experience what it's like to mentor someone as intelligent and capable as you. There's something about you that sets you apart, making you the perfect candidate for the role of my intern."

Internally, a more primal desire flickered within me—the temptation to dominate and subdue. But for now, I maintained the facade of professionalism, masking my true intentions beneath a veil of mentorship.

As I finished speaking, I noticed a subtle shift in Lisa's demeanor. Her cheeks flushed slightly, and a hint of uncertainty flickered in her eyes, betraying the effect of my words on her.

Satisfied with my response, I took another drag from my cigarette, allowing the smoke to linger in the air between us before dissipating into the car as I opened the window.

"Rest assured, Lisa," I added, my tone softening slightly as I met her gaze. "I see great potential in you. That's why I chose you. You have the intelligence, the drive, and the determination to excel in this role."

Her expression softened, a faint smile playing at the corners of her lips as she absorbed my words.

As we continued our journey, the tension between us lingered, a silent acknowledgment of the unspoken desires and motivations that simmered beneath the surface.

But for now, we remained bound by the professional boundaries that defined our relationship.

As we arrived at Eline Boutique, the luxury store gleamed in the sunlight, its opulent facade a testament to its exclusivity.

As Lisa stepped out of the car, her eyes widened in awe at the sight before her, clearly taken aback by the grandeur of the establishment.

"Don't be nervous, Lisa. Be confident," I reassured her with a reassuring smile, knowing that her first experience here would leave a lasting impression.

Together, we made our way into the boutique, where Minjun, the flamboyant owner, greeted us with a flourish. "Hello, Sir Taehyung! How delightful to see you here!" he exclaimed, bowing extravagantly.

Returning his greeting with a firm handshake, I introduced Lisa with a nod. Minjun's eyes lit up with curiosity as he caught sight of her, his attention immediately drawn to her presence.

"Who is she? Is she yours?" he inquired, his tone tinged with intrigue. And yet, there was something different about Lisa—something that piqued Minjun's interest and hinted at a deeper connection between us.

Knowing Minjun's familiarity with my reputation as a womanizer, I simply chuckled, allowing the implication to linger in the air.

For him, these visits from me with different women were merely tokens of my appreciation for the pleasure his boutique provided.

And for the women, they were fleeting encounters of luxury and indulgence, nothing more than a temporary escape from reality.

As Minjun's gaze lingered on Lisa, I couldn't help but wonder how she would navigate the complexities of my world, where desires and intentions intertwined in a delicate dance of power and temptation.

With a stern glare, I halted Minjun's line of questioning, ensuring that the focus remained on the purpose of our visit.

"She is my new intern, Lisa Manoban," I clarified, my tone authoritative yet composed. "I require a uniform for her, suitable for professional work."

Minjun's smile widened as he regarded Lisa, his admiration evident in his gaze. "She is indeed beautiful, like a doll," he remarked, causing a blush to creep onto Lisa's cheeks as she cast a glance in my direction.

Acknowledging his compliment with a nod, I reiterated the purpose of our visit. "Indeed, she is," I agreed, my voice tinged with a hint of pride. "But for this 'little doll,' I require nothing but the best."

Minjun nodded in understanding as I turned to Lisa, issuing my instructions with authority.

"Lisa, wait here. I'll tell you what kind of dress I would like to select for you, and then you can make your choice," I directed firmly.

She nodded obediently, her demeanor submissive as she awaited further instruction.

Turning to my guards, I gestured for them to keep an eye on her, a silent assurance of her safety in my absence.

Despite my inner turmoil, a protective instinct surged within me, compelling me to safeguard her innocence from the darker desires that lurked within me.

With a conflicted heart, I followed Minjun to the other side of the store, my mind consumed by thoughts of Lisa and the forbidden longing she ignited within me.

As we strolled through the aisles, I outlined my preferences to Minjun with a calculated nonchalance.

"I want some mini skirts for her, with a coat," I declared, my voice betraying a hint of desire. "I want to see her adorned in such attire. And while you're at it, add some sexy lingerie to the selection. However, ensure that she believes it's a gift from the store. I don't want her to know that I'm the one purchasing it for her."

Though my words were composed, internally, a storm raged within me, torn between the impulse to possess her and the desire to protect her innocence.

Minjun, with his effeminate voice, sighed wistfully. "I wish I could be yours to be treated like that," he murmured, his gaze lingering on me with longing.

I chuckled softly, amused by his audacity. "Well, Minjun, for that, you'd need to be reborn as a woman," I replied teasingly, my tone tinged with amusement.

"Then maybe we could entertain the idea. Maybe then I could f-ck you better luck next time as a reborn woman because Kim Taehyung is the one only."

He chuckled in response, a knowing glint in his eye. "I see you usually prefer women closer to your age. This is a change; you brought a young girl this time; I thought she was your new mistress," he remarked, his observation astute.

I nodded in acknowledgment, a faint smile playing at the corners of my lips. "She's something special. She is not my mistress or my woman," I admitted, my voice tinged with a hint of reverence.

Minjun's smile widened knowingly. "I can sense it. She seems perfect for you, sir. Quite cute, if I may say so myself," he remarked, his tone filled with genuine affection.

Returning his smile, I offered a playful retort. "I've always been fond of wild cats, Minjun. But for now, she's not the target," I quipped, masking my true intentions behind a facade of nonchalance. Soon, she will be mine.

Minjun nodded confidently, assuring me of his competence. "Rest assured, sir. Please, come with me to the VIP section and accept to be my guest," he invited graciously, gesturing for me to follow him.

Minjun's invitation to the VIP area was met with a subtle nod of agreement from me. Following his lead, I navigated through the store to the secluded enclave reserved for esteemed guests.

As I settled onto the plush couches, the air was charged with an undercurrent of opulence and exclusivity.

"Please, be my guest and relax," Minjun gestured graciously, a twinkle in his eye as he welcomed me.

I nodded appreciatively, acknowledging his hospitality. "Thank you, Minjun. I appreciate it. Take Lisa here."

Meanwhile, Minjun wasted no time in summoning one of his staff members with a gesture, instructing them to bring Lisa to us without delay.

The anticipation of her arrival added a palpable tension to the atmosphere, a mix of curiosity and expectation.

"Bring Ms. Lisa Manoban to me now," Minjun commanded, his voice carrying authority.

The staff member nodded, swiftly disappearing into the depths of the boutique to fetch Lisa.

As we waited, I couldn't help but notice the seductive glances from some of the staff members nearby, their suggestive smiles hinting at unspoken desires.

However, I remained aloof, my attention solely focused on the impending encounter with Lisa.

Soon enough, Lisa entered the VIP area, her presence captivating amid luxury and extravagance.

"Welcome, Lisa," I greeted her warmly, with a hint of pride in my tone.

Minjun, ever the gracious host, ordered the finest wine to be served to me, a gesture of hospitality that did not go unnoticed.

"Bring the wine for sir; serve him the best," Minjun instructed, ensuring that I was well taken care of.

Though tempted by the indulgence before me, my gaze remained fixed on Lisa, her presence stirring emotions within me that I struggled to contain.

As the wine was served, I accepted the glass with a nod of gratitude, but my focus remained on Lisa. She stood before us, a vision of innocence amidst the opulence of the VIP area.

"Thank you, Minjun," I acknowledged before turning my attention back to Lisa. "Please, have a seat."

I gestured towards the empty spot beside me on the couch, inviting her to join us. Despite the luxurious surroundings, I could sense her unease, her uncertainty palpable in the air.

Taking a sip of the wine, I allowed its rich flavor to linger on my palate, a temporary distraction from the complexities of the situation.

But even as I savored the taste, my thoughts drifted back to Lisa, her presence exerting a magnetic pull that I found impossible to resist.

I offered her a reassuring smile, hoping to alleviate any lingering apprehension she might be feeling.

As Minjun spoke, his voice dripping with charm and hospitality, I watched as he extended a guiding hand toward Lisa.

"Come, Ms. Lisa, let me show you the dresses. Allow the sir to enjoy his drink," Minjun invited graciously, his demeanor exuding warmth and professionalism.

I nodded in agreement with Minjun's suggestion, silently urging Lisa to accompany him. Despite the temptation to immerse myself in her presence,

I knew that this moment was about her—about guiding her through the luxurious offerings of the boutique and ensuring that she felt comfortable and valued in this new environment.

She was a total nerd in a sense, of course, but there was something about that girl that got me hard as f-cking stone. She'd somehow gotten herself hot, and hot in a way where she sure as shit didn't know it.

With a final, reassuring smile directed at Lisa, I watched as she followed Minjun, her steps hesitant yet determined.

As they disappeared into the depths of the boutique, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in her resilience and adaptability.

Sipping my wine, I allowed myself a moment of quiet reflection on why I am so interested in Mingyu's girlfriend and why I want her when I can have many women on my bed.

I need to hold on to my animalistic nature for Lisa. She is a beautiful doll who needs to be treated with care and dominance.

As Lisa returned wearing the mini skirt, thong, and heels, I couldn't help but feel a surge of desire coursing through me.

It was as if Minjun had orchestrated this moment deliberately, knowing the effect it would have on me.

My eyes darkened as I watched her approach, every movement accentuating her curves and smooth skin. She looked undeniably sexy, a vision of temptation that threatened to unravel my self-control.

I'm about to do something bad with her, maybe to F-ck, but I need to control her. She is a little lamb.

Because I'm staring down at this perfect little picture of innocence and temptation sprawled out beneath me, and I know I'm never going to be able to resist her.

I swallowed hard, trying to rein in the overwhelming urge to worship her and to lose myself in the intoxicating allure she exuded.

But with each step she took, the pull of desire grew stronger, threatening to consume me entirely.

She was making me crazy, igniting a fire within me that burned hotter with each passing moment.

Despite the forbidden nature of our attraction, I found myself unable to resist the magnetic pull she exerted over me.

As she stood before me, radiating confidence and sensuality, I knew that I was powerless to resist her.

She had awakened something primal within me——a hunger that could only be satisfied by her body.

She would moan and cry when she was on my bed, and I would f-ck her raw and hard until she got addicted to me.

"I need to put a stop to this," I thought, a sense of urgency creeping into my mind. "If I continue to see her like this every day, I might end up doing something I'll regret."

I knew that I couldn't allow myself to succumb to temptation, no matter how strong the desire burned within me.

The thought of forcing her into something she wasn't ready for filled me with a sense of dread and guilt.

"I have to change the dress code," I resolved, determined to protect her from myself. "I can't risk seeing her daily in miniskirts, thongs, and heels, with her hair cascading down her back. It's too much for my hungry eyes to handle.

I'm utterly mesmerized, utterly frozen, with my eyes hungry, and locked on that sweet, untouchable prize, like a little peach—barely covered, barely legal, and right in front of my face.

"Sir." Lisa barely speaks.

My shaft roars in my pants, and I'm so mesmerized that I don't even hear her ask a second time.

With a heavy heart, I decided to implement stricter guidelines, knowing that it was the only way to prevent myself from acting on my desires.

It was a painful realization, but one that was necessary for both her safety and my own sanity.

❝LISA ❞

As I stood beside Mr. Minjun, the owner of the boutique, he showcased various mini skirts paired with coats, each more revealing than the last.

Despite his enthusiasm, I couldn't shake off my hesitance to wear such revealing attire.

My eyes finally landed on a beautiful piece, more modest compared to the others. However, Mr. Minjun's dismissive comment shattered my hopes. "Dear, it's not what the uniform should look like," he remarked, his tone firm but encouraging.

Feeling a rush of shame and embarrassment, I mustered the courage to voice my discomfort. "Sir, I can't wear it," I confessed, my voice trembling with uncertainty.

But Mr. Minjun was quick to reassure me, his words laced with kindness and understanding. "Lisa, dear, you need to be confident, just like your boss. It's only for fitting and sizing purposes. Just try this one, and then we can show it to Mr. Taehyung," he urged, attempting to alleviate my concerns.

I bit my lip nervously, grappling with the idea of showcasing such revealing attire to Taehyung, my boss, my soon-to-be father-in-law, and my boyfriend's stepfather.

The thought of him seeing me in such a vulnerable state filled me with a sense of unease and apprehension.

Despite his endearing nickname for me, I couldn't ignore the fact that he was a forbidden figure; his allure was both tantalizing and daunting.

As I nodded in agreement, I couldn't help but feel a sense of apprehension about trying on the mini skirt. "Sure, I'll try it, but please ensure it's the size I requested," I requested politely, hoping to maintain some semblance of modesty.

Mr. Minjun smiled indulgently, his demeanor playful yet authoritative. "You're such an old-fashioned girl, Lisa. Be bold, okay? But if you insist, I'll make sure to accommodate your preferences. However, the final decision will rest with Taehyung, sir," he explained, reminding me of his authority over me.

With a resigned nod, I acknowledged his words, knowing that I had little choice but to comply with his wishes. After all, Taehyung sir's approval was paramount in this situation.

Before I could retreat to the changing room, Mr. Minjun had one more surprise in store for me. "Well, Lisa, before you go to change, I have something else for you to try. As a gift, I've decided to give you some pieces from our new lingerie collection. I hope you'll love them," he announced, his words causing a flush of embarrassment to creep up my cheeks.

As Mr. Minjun gestured to one of his female staff members, she immediately sprang into action, ready to assist me. "Yes, sir," she replied promptly.

Mr. Minjun then instructed her to take my measurements and select the most beautiful lingerie for me.

Despite my discomfort, I couldn't help but appreciate his generosity, even though the prospect of trying on such intimate apparel in front of others filled me with a sense of vulnerability.

As Mr. Minjun gestured to the female staff member, he instructed her with a firm yet gentle tone.

"Make sure she wears this for fitting purposes only, and also take her measurements," he directed, handing her the revealing short miniskirt.

Feeling a wave of shyness wash over me, I hesitated, unsure of what to expect. Sensing my unease, the staff member offered a reassuring smile.

"Come, don't worry, dear. I'll help you," she reassured me kindly, leading the way to the changing room.

Inside, she carefully hung the miniskirt on a luxurious hanger, its fabric gleaming under the soft lighting. As she began to take my measurements, I couldn't help but feel a sense of vulnerability, exposed in more ways than one.

With each measurement recorded, I felt a mix of apprehension and anticipation, unsure of what lay ahead.

However, the staff member's calm demeanor and gentle encouragement helped to ease my nerves, guiding me through the process with patience and understanding.

As soon as she finished jotting down the measurements, she swiftly directed another staff member named Soyaen.

"Soyaen, go and bring the small size for her and a medium for the lower. Also, fetch some lacy and printed options," she instructed, ensuring that I would have a variety of choices to try on.

As Soyaen hurried off to fulfill the request, I couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude towards the staff member who had taken me under her wing.

Despite my initial reservations, I found myself slowly beginning to embrace the experience, eager to see what the fitting would reveal.

As Soyaen scurried off to fetch the additional options, I couldn't shake the feeling of vulnerability that accompanied the prospect of trying on the revealing miniskirt and the assortment of lingerie.

However, the reassuring presence of the staff member by my side offered a semblance of comfort amidst the uncertainty.

With a soft smile, she offered words of encouragement. "Don't worry, dear. You'll look stunning in whatever you choose," she reassured me, her voice filled with genuine warmth and support.

Grateful for her reassurance, I nodded timidly, a glimmer of determination flickering within me.

Despite my reservations, I resolved to embrace the experience, stepping out of my comfort zone in pursuit of self-confidence and empowerment.

As Soyaen returned with the requested items, the staff member wasted no time in assisting me with trying them on. "Go and change into the lingerie you like," she instructed gently.

I chose the red set, crafted from lace combined with silk. Holding the mini skirt in hand, I made my way into the changing room, closing the door behind me.

Slowly, I began to peel off my dress, eager to try on the new pieces.

The delicate bra fit perfectly on my breasts, and the lace detail added a touch of elegance to the ensemble.

With each garment, I felt a mix of excitement and trepidation, uncertain of how I would feel once adorned in such intimate apparel.

Yet, as I looked at myself in the mirror, I couldn't help but feel a sense of transformation taking place. The garments hugged my curves in all the right places, accentuating my features in ways I hadn't anticipated.

With each new piece, I felt a surge of confidence blooming within me, a newfound appreciation for my own beauty and allure.

As I emerged from the changing room, adorned in the chosen attire, Mr. Minjun's eyes lit up with approval. "You look magnificent, Lisa," he exclaimed, his words echoing the newfound confidence I felt radiating from within.

In that moment, surrounded by luxury and encouragement, I realized that stepping outside my comfort zone had been the key to unlocking my true potential.

And as I stood there, basking in the glow of newfound self-assurance, a sense of clarity washed over me.

However, my moment of reflection was interrupted by Mr. Minjun's prompt. "Now, come and show Sir Taehyung. We need to get his approval," he stated firmly, breaking the silence.

Nodding in understanding, I gathered my courage and walked out of the changing room. But before I could take another step, Mr. Minjun halted me with a question. "Wait, where are the heels and thong?" he inquired, his tone expectant.

Soyaen, the attentive staff member, sprang into action, rushing to retrieve the necessary items. As she returned with the heels and thong, Mr. Minjun wasted no time instructing me.

"Adorn her in them now. We can't present her to Sir Taehyung like this. He appreciates perfection," he remarked, his words tinged with a sense of urgency.

Feeling a surge of anticipation and nervousness, I complied with Mr. Minjun's instructions, slipping into the heels and thong with a mixture of excitement and apprehension.

As I prepared to face Taehyung, sir, I couldn't help but wonder how he would react to seeing me in such intimate attire, my heart pounding with anticipation.

As I stepped out, adorned in heels and thongs, I couldn't help but feel a rush of nerves coursing through me.

When I entered the VIP area, However, as my eyes met Taehyung sir's gaze, a different sensation washed over me—an inexplicable mixture of desire and apprehension.

His eyes, dark and intense, lingered on me with a hunger that sent shivers down my spine. It was a look that spoke of forbidden desires and unspoken longing, igniting a fire within me that I struggled to contain.

Despite the professional facade we both maintained, there was an undeniable tension that crackled in the air between us.

It was a dangerous dance of temptation and restraint, each glance and gesture laden with unspoken meaning.

As I stood before him, I couldn't help but wonder what lay beneath the surface of his composed exterior. Was he too consumed by the same forbidden desires that tormented me?

Caught in the tumultuous whirlwind of emotions, I found myself torn between the thrill of desire and the fear of consequence.

Yet, as Taehyung sir's gaze continued to linger on me with an intensity that bordered on obsession, I knew that this forbidden attraction was a flame that burned too brightly to be extinguished.

As I felt the turmoil of desire and conflict raging within me, a sense of clarity began to emerge. I knew that I needed to quell the forbidden thoughts and desires that threatened to consume me.

Loyalty to Mingyu, my boyfriend, was paramount, and I couldn't betray his trust.

With a determined resolve, I pushed aside the allure of Taehyung sir's gaze and focused on the task at hand.

I reminded myself of my role as an intern and the boundaries that I needed to uphold.

Though Taehyung sir's charm was undeniable, I couldn't allow myself to be swayed by fleeting desires.

Taking a deep breath, I steadied my nerves and composed myself. I would remain loyal to Mingyu and maintain professionalism in my interactions with Taehyung, sir.

It was a decision born out of respect for my relationship and a commitment to integrity.

As I redirected my thoughts and energies toward fulfilling my duties, I found solace in the clarity of purpose.

Though the temptation lingered, I knew that I possessed the strength to resist it. With unwavering loyalty to Mingyu guiding me, I would navigate the challenges ahead with grace and dignity.

As I observed Taehyung sir's jaw clenching, a wave of apprehension washed over me. With every step he took closer, my heart pounded in my chest, and I couldn't help but gulp audibly.

As he stood before me, towering over me with an aura of authority, I instinctively took a step back, my breath catching in my throat. His hand gently lifted my chin, forcing me to meet his intense gaze.

"Change this dress, Lisa," he commanded, his voice firm yet tinged with a hint of something deeper, something I couldn't quite decipher.

Nodding meekly, I felt a mixture of fear and fascination as I locked eyes with him.

Despite his age of 40, he exuded a magnetic charm and undeniable presence, every inch the epitome of a perfect man.

His features were chiseled and refined, his demeanor commanding respect and admiration. Despite the intensity of the moment, I couldn't help but be captivated by the sheer allure of his presence.

With a silent acknowledgment, I turned to obey his command, knowing that his words carried the weight of authority and expectation.

I gathered my courage and met Taehyung's gaze, determined to voice my discomfort. "Sir, if you're willing to approve this dress, then I would prefer to wear a long skirt. I'm not comfortable in this attire," I confessed, my voice trembling slightly with nervousness.

His deep voice resonated through the room, sending a shiver down my spine. "Neither am I comfortable seeing you like this, doll," he replied, his tone laced with a mixture of concern and restraint.

His words had a profound effect on me, leaving me feeling vulnerable and exposed. Despite the intensity of his gaze, there was a gentleness in his voice that I found both reassuring and disconcerting.

"If you prefer, you can wear this dress. However, I respect your comfort and autonomy," he continued, his words carrying a sense of understanding and empathy.

"I want you to be bold and make your own decisions. But for that, I'll choose a coat, shirt, and pants for you, dear doll."

Grateful for his consideration, I nodded in acknowledgment, a sense of relief washing over me. "Thank you, sir. You are so kind," I murmured, my heart swelling with gratitude for his understanding and support.

He looked at me with a determined expression and stated, "I'll come with you and tell Minjun to change the dress code, okay?"

My heart skipped a beat at his offer, grateful for his willingness to address the situation.

Nodding in agreement, I felt a sense of relief wash over me. It was a relief to know that he understood and supported my decision to prioritize my comfort and modesty.

But as I prepared to leave, a nagging thought tugged at the corners of my mind. I couldn't shake the feeling that there was something else I needed to address, something that I couldn't keep hidden any longer.

Summoning my courage, I looked Taehyung sir in the eye and confessed, "Sir, there is something I want to tell you. As you said, I should tell you everything."

He nodded encouragingly, his gaze urging me to continue.

Taking a deep breath, I revealed, "Mr. Minjun mentioned that he wanted to gift me something from his store, and" my cheeks flushed with embarrassment as I struggled to voice the words.

To my surprise, Taehyung sir's response was unwavering. "What kind of gift, Lisa?" he inquired, his tone steady and composed.

Caught off guard by his directness, I hesitated for a moment before murmuring, "Sir, it's... I mean, it's a woman thing."

But Taehyung, sir, didn't falter. With a boldness that took me by surprise, he stated matter-of-factly, "Lingerie."

His straightforwardness left me speechless, my cheeks burning with a mixture of embarrassment and admiration. I nodded silently, absorbing his words as a sense of relief washed over me.

"Don't worry; accept it, dear," he reassured me gently, his voice soft and comforting.

Before I could respond, Mr. Minjun appeared, his presence interrupting our conversation. He glanced between us, sensing the tension in the air, and offered an apologetic smile.

"Oops, sorry, I came at the wrong time," he remarked, attempting to diffuse the situation.

But Taehyung Sir intervened, his tone firm and resolute. "Wait, Minjun. We need to talk about Lisa's dress code. I want you to change it for her," he instructed his words leaving no room for argument.

Confusion flickered across Mr. Minjun's face as he questioned the need for such a change. "But why is there a need, sir? She looks so hot in the dress," he remarked, oblivious to the discomfort his words caused me.

Taehyung sir's response was swift and uncompromising. "Have some manners, Minjun. She is just a young woman, not eye candy for me. I respect my staff and refuse to sexualize them. Therefore, I have decided to change the dress code for her own comfort."

"Initially, I thought the mini skirt would suit her, but since she is uncomfortable, I won't force her to wear it," he explained firmly, his words echoing with authority and conviction.

As I listened to his impassioned defense, a sense of gratitude washed over me.

Despite the awkwardness of the situation, I couldn't help but admire Taehyung sir's unwavering commitment to my well-being and comfort.

At that moment, I knew that I was truly fortunate to have such a considerate and respectful boss.

As the hour passed by, I found myself feeling relieved and content, having finally selected a dress that suited me well.

I couldn't help but feel grateful for Taehyung sir's assistance in making the payment and for the staff who had prepared the bag for me.

Inside the bag, I found a pair of heels that perfectly matched the pants, shirt, and coat I had chosen. There was also another pair in a rich dark maroon color, which caught my eye and instantly became a favorite.

Mr. Minjun handed the bag to Taehyung sir's guards, who stood by attentively. He then turned to me, holding out a gift bag with a warm smile.

"Thank you," I murmured, feeling a blush rise to my cheeks.

"I hope you like it," he replied kindly, his eyes sparkling with genuine warmth.

Bowing slightly in gratitude, I accepted the gift, feeling a rush of gratitude towards Mr. Minjun for his generosity. Taehyung sir's gaze lingered on me, his expression filled with satisfaction.

"Happy, dear?" he asked, his voice gentle and caring.

Nodding with a smile, I replied, "Yes, thank you, sir. I'm very happy." In that moment, surrounded by kindness and generosity, I felt truly grateful for the opportunity to work under such considerate leadership.