#triples chaeyeon

As the camera panned across the bustling kitchen set, the aroma of eggs and crab filling the air. Chaeyeon's enticing body figure still shows through her polo shirt and apron over it.

"So... Chef. I heard you're fan of tripleS?" Chaeyeon asked while she's stirring the eggs in a bowl.

"Yes, That's right."

"Makes me curious about... Who is your favorite member?" Chaeyeon couldn't stop herself from smiling as she tucked her hair over ear. Awaiting for Chef Kim's response.

"My favorite member? Hmmm..." Chef Kim slowed down chopping a crab into fine pieces. He intentionally pausing for a bit just for entertainment purposes. He knew variety shows featuring MC idols asking the same old question to it's guests.

"Kim Chaeyeon. You're my favorite member." Chef Kim looked at Chaeyeon, which Chaeyeon met his eyes then looked away. Acting shy and giggling about being Chef's favorite.

"Wow, I'm truly honored to be your favorite, Chef!" Chaeyeon gushed, her cheeks flushing a rosy hue as the flattering confession was captured by the cameras. She playfully batted her long lashes, a coy smile playing on her lips.

Chef Kim chuckled heartily. "Your charisma and talent shine through in everything you do, Chaeyeon. It's no surprise you've captured so many hearts."

"Oh, Stop it, Chef! You're making me blush like a tomato here!" That earned laughs from the filming crew.

As the cameras continued to roll, capturing every moment of their culinary duel, Chef Kim found it increasingly difficult to maintain eye contact solely on his cooking. His gaze kept drifting back to Chaeyeon's captivating figure, drawn like a magnet to the tantalizing curve of her breasts.

Despite his best efforts to focus cooking the assignated meal, Chef Kim's mind began to wander down a inappropriate path. He pictured those luscious mounds bouncing free of their confines, the soft flesh inviting his touch…

Finally, the finished their crab egg omellet. Compairing Chaeyeon's version to Chef's to the cameras. The producer calls a thirty minute break.

Chef Kim sighed in relief. Not because of the friendly cooking duel but because he had chance to step away and clear his mind from inappropriate thoughts about Chaeyeon's body.

Before he can leave the studio, Chaeyeon stepped infront of him. Making him stop and gulp at how close they are.

"Are you going out, Chef? I wanna come with you." Chaeyeon flashed him her puppy eyes. Hat kind of eyes that never fail to make people fall for it.

Y-Yeah... Sure. Let's go then." Chef Kim nodded as they walked away from the busy kitchen studio.

As they walked away from the busy crews, Chaeyeon noticed Chef Kim's lingering stare at her body. Suddenly, She pushed him into a storage room where unused props and stuffs are stored.

Once inside the dimly lit storage room, the sound of the lock clicking shut echoed through the space, sealing them within. Chaeyeon turned to face Chef Kim, her eyes sparkling with a mischievous glint as she closed the distance between them.

"I noticed your… eyes, Chef. Was there something about me that caught your attention?"

Chef Kim walked backwards until his back hits the shelf. There's no way to escape from her predatory eyes. The bubbly idol is gone, it shows the true Kim Chaeyeon off-cameras. "Come on, Chef. We're both adults here. You can talk about it."

She leaned in closer, her breath hot against his ear. "Does my… breasts caught your attention, Chef? Do you imagine seeing it bare? Touching me…" Chaeyeon holds his trembling hand and guides it to her breast. "like this?"

Chef Kim gasped as he touched Chaeyeon's breast. He felt how soft, heavy and warm on his trembling palm. The fabric of her polo shirt and bra felt nothing as Chaeyeon guides his hand to knead her breast.

"C-Chaeyeon! This is inappropriate! What if someone hear us here? This could ruin our careers!"

Chaeyeon let out a throaty laugh, her eyes gleaming with amusement and desire as she watched Chef Kim squirm. "Oh, Chef~" she teased, giving his hand a firm squeeze, encouraging him to continue exploring her ample bosom. "But sometimes, taking risks can lead to the most delicious rewards…"

She pressed herself flush against him, pinning him firmly against the shelves. The warmth of her body seeped through the thin fabric of her clothes. Chaeyeon's free hand trailed up his chest, fingers dancing along his collarbone before cupping his cheek.

"Shh, don't worry so much." she breathed, her lips brushing against his lips. "I know exactly what I'm doing."

Chaeyeon pulled back and starts unbuttoning her polo shirt. Each buttons popped out, it shows her milky white skin, her collarbones, her ample breasts that hardly contained by her bra then her tummy.

She unclasped the front clasp of her bra to free her heavy breasts. Chef Kim's eyes widened in awe at the creamy flesh spilling forth like an offering. His mouth went dry, tongue darting out to wet his suddenly dry lips as his eyes worshipped a sight infront him.

Those perfect mounds were even more breathtaking than he had imagined, the dusky pink nipples standing at attention, just begging to be tasted. The large, dark areolas called to him, silently pleading for his touch. Chef Kim's hands twitched at his sides, aching to cup the weighty globes again, to feel their softness yielding beneath his palms.

"Fuck, Chaeyeon… You're absolutely stunning. I want to worship every inch of you."

Chaeyeon chuckled as she cupped and kneads her own breasts. Creating a seductive show only for him. "I knew these puppies are soooo~ irresistable. I get it. The bigger, the better. Am I right?"

Before Chef Kim can respond, Chaeyeon kneeled and unzips his pants. "But we need to get straight to the point, Chef. There's not enough time for you to drool at my tits." She tugged his briefs down to free his erection.

Chef Kim shuddered violently as Chaeyeon's hot breath blowed at his sensitive tip. His cock pulsed urgently, pre-cum leaking steadily as he struggled to maintain control.

When her tongue lapped at the bead of pre-cum, Chef Kim couldn't hold back a strangled moan. His head fell back against the shelf, eyes fluttering shut as he surrendered to the pleasure.

"Fuck… Chaeyeon.. Stop teasing… Please.." Chef Kim's hips twitched involuntarily, seeking for more as Chaeyeon continued to lick his swollen tip.

As much as Chaeyeon loves teasing Chef Kim, their time is limited. Without warning, her plump lips wrapped around his tip and surged forward to take him in one move.

Chef Kim's head snapped forward, eyes open as Chaeyeon enveloped his cock in her mouth. A guttural growl rumbled in his chest, raw need consuming him as she began to move, her skilled tongue swirling around his cock.

Her expert oral skills was undeniable, each pull and suck drawing him towards the brink. Chef Kim fisted his hands in Chaeyeon's silken hair, gripping tightly as he fought the urge to thrust into her mouth.

The sight of her pinching and rolling her own nipples added another layer of lust, pushing Chef Kim dangerously close to the edge. His sweat beading on his forehead. "Ahhh… fuck… Chaeyeon… Keep going… Don't stop…"

Chaeyeon suddenly pulled back. Leaving his cock throbbing in the air. "No, Chef. You don't have a permission to cum until I say so. Understand?" Chef Kim nodded quickly. He wanted to cum so bad but also he wanted to obey her despite he's older than her.

Chef Kim let out a choked sob as Chaeyeon's supple breasts wrapped around his aching cock. He clenched his jaw, fighting tooth and nail against the relentless pressure building within him. Every stroke of Chaeyeon's breasts, every subtle shift of her breasts milking his cock, drove him closer to the peak.

"Please… God, please…" Chef Kim begged, his voice cracking with desperation. "Let me come…" His hips jerked erratically, seeking release, but still he held back, determined to follow Chaeyeon's command.

The wait was agonizing, his balls drawing tighter with each passing second.

"Ten…'

"Nine…"

"Eight…"

With each number Chaeyeon counted, Chef Kim teetered on the edge. Sweat poured down his face, dripping onto Chaeyeon's heaving breasts as he writhed helplessly beneath her touch.

"Seven…"

"Six…"

"Five…"

His knuckles turned white as he gripped the shelf, he's desperately tried to calm himself down despite the intense pressure almost going to break him.

"Four…"

"Three…"

"Two…"

Chef Kim's vision blurred, his lungs burning as he held his breath, waiting for the release that she granted him to do.

"One!"

And then, with a hoarse scream torn from the very depths of his soul, Chef Kim surrended to the blissful oblivion, his orgasm crashing over him like a tsunami. Ropes after ropes of thick white semen paints her breasts. Some spilled on her neck and chin.

After a few strokes, Chaeyeon finally let go his softening cock. She looked how much cum he spilled on her skin.

She stood up, reached out to cupped his face as she pulled it towards to her breasts. "Will you be a good boy and clean Mommy? I don't want to go back there, looking like a cheap whore infront of them."

With a low growl, he surged forward, capturing one of her cum-slick nipples between his lips. He licked at the sensitive bud, savoring the salty-sweet taste of his own release mingling with her natural flavor.

His hands gripped on her hips as he cleaned her thoroughly. Chef Kim lavished attention on each breast, trying his best to clean Chaeyeon's skin.

After he cleaned her well, Chaeyeon gave his lips a quick peck. "Thank you, Chef~"

As they stepped back into the bustling kitchen studio, Chaeyeon seamlessly slipped back into her bubbly idol persona, greeting the crew with a dazzling smile and cheerful waves.

Meanwhile, Chef Kim took a deep breath, trying to compose himself and appear as professional as possible despite the lingering tingles of pleasure. He adjusted his apron and tied it securely around his waist, praying that none of the crew would notice the way his hands trembled slightly.

As they resumed their positions for the next shot, Chaeyeon flashed him a secretive wink when the cameras weren't rolling, a silent acknowledgment of their shared intimacy.

The filming finally ended. Chaeyeon's manager told them about taking photos for the group's social media.

Chaeyeon clings into Chef Kim's arm and smiled. Chaeyeon intentionally pressed her breast against his forearm. Chef Kim's heart raced as Chaeyeon's soft breast pressed against his arm.

As the manager is busy writing the captions for the post. Chaeyeon leaned in close. "11 pm at Hilton Garden Inn."

Chef Kim nodded unconsciously. It's an direct invitation from Chaeyeon herself. He knew that their quickie at the props room earlier is just preview of what's to come later.

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Hours later, Chef Kim is currently driving to the hotel. He tried his best to calm himself down. For him, this is the most nervous thing than being judged by his cooking.

Suddenly, A text flashed on his phone screen. He stoped his car at the safe side of the road and checked the text.

'Hi Chef.'

'Are you on your way now?'

'Who is this?'

'Wait... Chaeyeon?'

'How did you get my number?'

'Manager gave it to me.'

'Room 0410'

'My manager is waiting at the lobby. Meet her. She will guide you to my room.'

'Your manager!?!'

'She can keep secrets. Don't worry, Neither one of us are doomed.'

'Only if you are careful and aware of your surroundings.'

'How about I give you a sneak peak?'

'I'm waiting for you here. Drive safe 😘'

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Chef Kim finally arrived at the hotel’s lobby. There he met Chaeyeon’s Manager.

“Chaeyeon is waiting for you, Chef. Follow me.”

He followed her behind. They entered the elevator, she pressed the floor where Chaeyeon’s room is located. The elevator moved upward flawlessly.

“So… uhh.. Do you know Chaeyeon is doing these things?”

“Of course. Us managers knew about the members having sex and their relationships. Chaeyeon is… handful one. She isn’t a woman who sticks to one cock. She likes to suck and ride every cock she’s interested with.”

The elevator is moving closer to the desired floor. “So, If you’re thinking that you got a chance to have a relationship with her. Please don’t.”

“Why?”

She looked at him. “Because she doesn’t like it. No strings attached. Just one night fuck and that’s it. In short, you’re just her toy. Don’t get your hopes up, Chef.”

Chef Kim was going to say something but the elevator opens. “Walk to the left until you see 0410. Knock three times, Have a nice night.”

Chef Kim steps out of the elevator. He bowed at the manager, she bows back as the elevator doors shut close. Leaving him alone in the hallway. Heart pumping faster like he just did a marathon

Chef Kim took a deep breath before knocking the door thrice. Footsteps coming closer, The door creaked open and found themselves looking each other. Chef's nervous face, body tensed. Chaeyeon's smirk, body pressed against the doorframe, eyes scanning him up and down, lipbiting herself.

"Why don't you come inside, Chef? I can't stop thinking about your cock since our little time there earlier." She crooked a finger to enter inside of hotel room. He stepped closer like a stringed puppet, Like a moth into the flame.

Chef Kim stepped into the dimly lit hotel room, his pulse pounding in his ears as the door clicked shut behind him. The sight of Chaeyeon in that sinfully black dress stole the breath from his lungs, her breasts straining against the flimsy fabric.

She moved towards him with grace, hips swaying hypnotically. Chaeyeon circled him slowly, trailing a fingertip along his shoulders and down his chest, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

"You came a bit early than I expected." she purred, coming to stand infront him once more. "Seems like you're excited to spend a night with me no?" Chaeyeon chuckled.

"This dress..." Chaeyeon twirled around to show him a full view. "It was quite expensive, so I want to keep it nice and clean."

Chaeyeon turned around and unzips her dress slowly. Torturiously slow, as she exposed her creamy plump bare back. It finally pooled down on her ankles. Chaeyeon bends down to pick up the dress, it showed a peak of her glistering folds. Chef Kim gulped hard, feet frozen at the polished floor, his erection is screaming for him to unzip.

Chaeyeon nicely folded her dress intentionally slow. Like she was challenging Chef Kim's patience. Expecting him to break and dominate her. Yet, she was a bit disappointed when she side eyed him. Still stucked at the same spot.

Chef Kim watched her crawling to the king-sized bed and laying down on her stomach, her creamy skin glowing invitingly in the low light. The curve of her spine, the swell of her ass. It was a feast for the eyes, and he found himself starving for more.

"Massage oil at the table. Give me a nice and.... relaxing massage, Chef. I believe your hands are more than just cooking."

At her request, he retrieved the massage oil with slightly trembling hands, uncapping it and pouring a generous amount onto his palms. The rich scent filled the air.

Starting at the nape of her neck, Chef Kim began to work the oil into Chaeyeon's skin, his hands gliding over the elegant line of her shoulder blades. He took his time, wanted to prolong the feeling of her skin on his hands.

Chef Kim's breathing grew heavier as his hands explored Chaeyeon's back, fingers brushing the underside of her breasts teasingly. "Oh my~" Her breathy moans making him slowly comfortable touching Chaeyeon's bare skin.

Reaching her ass, he squeezed the plump flesh appreciatively. The way how soft and pillowly her ass, just like her breasts. "T-That's right, Chef... Keep.. ahh~ exploring me."

He parted her cheeks, exposing her glistening folds and the tight butthole. There's a mole right above her butthole. "Fuck, Chaeyeon.. I wanted to do more than just a massage."

Unable to resist, Chef Kim leaned down, dragging his tongue along her slit in one long, slow lick, savoring her sweet nectar.

"Ah! Fuck- Yes, Chef! Taste me more! Right there! Don't stop!"

Encouraged by Chaeyeon's response, Chef Kim delved deeper, his tongue circling her sensitive bundle of nerves before flicking rapidly against the throbbing nub. Her hips rocked shamelessly now, grinding her dripping core against his mouth as he ate her out with gusto.

"Mmmm… that's it baby." he growled against her flesh, the vibrations adding to her pleasure. "Your pussy taste so good, it deserves to be a dessert."

"Oh~ Really, C-Chef? Ahh~~ It.. it is only yours. Specially made for you." Chaeyeon clutching the bed sheets, eyes rolled upwards, drool leaked from her lips.

Two fingers plunged into her soaked channel, pumping steadily as his thumb found her butthole, rubbing maddeningly slow circles around the tight ring. Chef Kim worked her relentlessly, determined to make Chaeyeon fall apart.

"FUCK! KEEP DOING THAT! TASTE ME! FUCK ME! I'M ALMOST-"

Chef Kim felt Chaeyeon's inner muscles clench and ripple around his fingers as her climax crashed over her, her body twitching with the force of her release. He continued his relentless assault, fingers curling to hit that special spot inside her as his tongue lapping her clit, prolonging her pleasure.

"Yes, yes, YES!" Chaeyeon cried out, her voice echoing off the hotel room walls. Her juices flooding Chef Kim's mouth and coating his chin. He greedily slurped and swallowing Chaeyeon's warm juices.

Chaeyeon turned around to face him. His face is still burried between her thighs as he licked her clean. "Chef~~" Chaeyeon reached out to tilt his head up to look at her eyes. "I haven't came hard like that before, Chef. This time, I'll return the favor. Come and lay down here. Watch me perform, only for you."

Chef Kim allowed Chaeyeon to guide him onto the plush mattress, his heart beating fast in anticipation. As he settled back against the pillows, he watched as she straddled his hips, her slick folds sliding along his rigid cock.

"I have a little surprise for you." Chaeyeon purred, reaching into the bedside table where she grabbed the massage oil. She popped the cap off and the next bold move had Chef Kim speechless. Chaeyeon poured the remaining oil into her skin. It pooled down to their genitals as her hands moved to coat the oil around her upper body especially her breasts.

The oil creates a shiny effect in a light of a bedside lamp. "Holy shit, Chaeyeon. You're so damn sexy."

Chaeyeon chuckled at Chef Kim's praise. "I love it when you called me sexy, Chef. I wish people called me like that. It makes me.. feel desired. Wanted." She started to rock her hips as grinding her clit against his hard cock. Coating it with mix of massage oil and her own juices.

"Fuck, I'm going to enjoy watching you sink down on my cock." he groaned, hands gripping her hips tightly. "Take me nice and slow, baby. Let me feel every inch of you."

As Chaeyeon began to lower herself, Chef Kim bit back a growl, his head falling back against the pillow as her tight heat engulfed him inch by delicious inch.

Chef Kim tangled his fingers in Chaeyeon's hair, pulling her into hungry kiss as she ground her hips in sensual figure eights. The slide of her slick, oiled breasts against his chest sent jolts of electricity straight to his cock throbbing inside her velvet heat.

He broke the kiss with a gasp, panting harshly against her lips. "God, Chaeyeon… you feel incredible. So fucking tight and wet." Chef Kim panted, his hips snapping up to meet her downward motions.

Lost in a haze of pleasure, he let his hands roam her body, caressing every curve and valley. He tweaked a pert nipple, rolling the sensitive bud between his fingers as he thrust harder. The slickness by the massage oil makes it even better.

Chef Kim watched in awe as Chaeyeon started to ride him with wild abandon. The erotic sight of the famous K-pop idol bouncing on his cock, her oil-slicked skin gleaming in the low light, was almost surreal. Heavy breasts bouncing hypnotically in his eyes.

"Yes, just like that baby." he grunted, hands gripping her hips hard enough to bruise as he thrust up to meet her downward thrusts. "You want me to fill you up?" Chaeyeon nodded. "Then ride me harder. Take what you need."

Sweat beaded on his brow, muscles straining with the effort of holding back his release. He wanted this moment to last forever, to be buried in Chaeyeon's perfect heat for eternity. But the pleasure in his balls felt tighter with each passing second, threatening to snap at any moment.

"Chef... Chef... Please... ughh~~"

Feeling Chaeyeon's inner walls starting to flutter and clench around him, Chef Kim knew she was close. Determined to bring her over the edge again with him, he sat up suddenly, changing the angle of penetration.

One hand slid down to rub tight circles on her clit while the other groped her bouncing breast roughly. He captured her lips in a hungry, open-mouthed kiss, swallowing her desperate moans.

"I'm gonna fill this pretty pussy up with my cum." Chef Kim growled against her lips, his thrusts becoming erratic and powerful. "Come for me, Chaeyeon. Suck my cock dry!"

"Ahh! Chef! Almost... there!"

With a final, brutal thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself inside her with a guttural groan. Chaeyeon twitched as she come undone for the second time, stronger than the first.

Chef Kim reveled in the sensation of Chaeyeon's soft, pillowy oiled breasts cushioning his face as she collapsed atop of him, both of them are panting so heavy, so hard. He nuzzled into her cleavage, inhaling the intoxicating scent of massage oil and sweat.

"That was… the best sex I ever had this year, Chef. You really filled me up."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it as much as I do, despite my first time." he murmured, his voice muffled by her flesh. Chef Kim wrapped his arms around Chaeyeon, holding her close as their hearts gradually slowed their frantic pace.

He peppered gentle kisses along the tops of her breasts, marveling at the way her skin seemed to glow in the moonlight filtering through the curtains.

"So..." Chaeyeon pulled back to look at his eyes. "Ready for another round in shower?" Chaeyeon flashed him a familiar smirk. Chef Kim chuckled and nodded. "Fine. Let's get clean, only for us to get dirty again."

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Next morning, Chaeyeon slowly wakes up feeling something on her lower belly. She looked down and saw Chef Kim busied himself licking her wet clit.

Chef Kim looked up at Chaeyeon with a mischievous grin, his tongue lazily swirling around her sensitive clit. "Good morning, beautiful."

Chaeyeon wanted to reached out to hold Chef Kim's head but she realized her wrists are tied on the bed's headboard using his belt. She tugged it, finding them secure. "Fuck... I didn't know you are this dominant, Chef. Ahh~~"

"I thought we could try something new today." Chef Kim explained, his fingers dipping into her dripping folds to tease her entrance. "I want to make sure you're fully mine, Chaeyeon. And if that means keeping you right here, helpless and at my mercy, then so be it."

Chef Kim gave her clit a kiss before he flipped her around and raised her hips. Chaeyeon yelped in surprise as Chef Kim spanked her ass, the sharp sting sending a jolt of pleasure-pain through her body.

"Oh my!" her hips pushed back for another spank. "I… I never knew you're rough like this, Chef."

Chef Kim chuckled darkly, his fingers tracing the red imprint left by his hand on her creamy skin. "It feels so good when I do it, doesn't it? You love being dominated, Chaeyeon. Admit it."

Chaeyeon nodded frantically. "Yes! Yes, Chef!Mark me! Fuck me! Please!"

Chef Kim grinned wickedly as he watched Chaeyeon's body trembled in pleasure, her pleas only spurring him on. Gripping her hips firmly, he lined up his throbbing cock at her dripping entrance and thrust home in one smooth motion.

"Ahh, fuck! So big! So full!" Chaeyeon cried out, her back arching as she was stretched and filled to the brim. "Yes, just like that! Harder!"

Chef Kim sets a brutal pace as he pounded into her willing body. The slap of skin against skin echoed through the room, mixed by their moans and gasps.

Leaning over Chaeyeon's bound form, Chef Kim captured her lips in a fierce kiss, tongues tangling as he fucked her with abandon. He could feel her inner walls starting to quiver, signaling her impending climax.

Chef Kim's hands roamed Chaeyeon's curves, squeezing and kneading her ample breasts as he drove into her with primal intensity. Each rough thrust sent her heavy mounds jiggling enticingly on his palms, making his cock throb even harder inside her.

"This is every man's fantasy, Chaeyeon. To claim a busty goddess like you, to bend you to our will and make you scream our name."

His fingers pinched her nipples sharply, twisting and tugging as he hammered into her. "Aghhh!! Y-Yes!! Yes! Every men… Fucked me.. so far.. loves me… getting f-fucked.. like this! I feel… seen! Feel.. ughh!! loved!"

"Oh, sweetheart, you have no idea what I intend to do to you. I'm going to fill you up over and over again, until you're overflowing with my seed." He punctuated his words with a particularly brutal thrust, burying himself to the hilt and grinding against her cervix. Chaeyeon's eyes rolled back, a silent scream of pleasure tearing from her throat.

With a guttural roar, Chef Kim slammed into Chaeyeon one final time, his cock erupting inside her with a waves of hot, sticky cum. The sensation of his thick load flooding her depths triggered Chaeyeon's own climax, her body bowing and trembling as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her.

"P-please… so much…" she whimpered, still overwhelmed by the sheer volume of his release. Yet even as she spoke, she could feel herself growing empty again, her insatiable hunger for his seed driving her to beg for more.

As Chef Kim's pulsing cock finally stilled, he released his grip on her hips, allowing Chaeyeon to collapse onto the mattress, boneless and spent. She lay there panting, her body slick with sweat and cum, a satisfied smile curving her lips.

He leaned to her ear as he untied the belt on her wrists. "This won't end without fucking your brains out in the shower, Chaeyeon."

Chef Kim carried her in a bridal style as they went to the spacious bathroom. As the warm spray of the shower cascaded over them, Chef Kim claimed Chaeyeon's mouth in a kiss, his tongue delving deep to tangle with hers. The steam rising from the water enveloped them, creating a intimate cocoon that amplified every touch, every sigh, and every moan.

Breaking the kiss, Chef Kim's gaze raked over Chaeyeon's sopping wet body. "I think we can get cleaner together." His hands roaming down her back to grab her ass, pulling her flush against his still-hard cock.

Without warning, he spun her around, pressing her front against the foggy glass door. One hand reached around to fondle her breast, while the other grabbed a bar of soap and scrubbed on his hard cock. "Let me clean your insides."

He thrusted his soapy cock inside of her sensitive clit. "Ahh~~ Chef.. I feel... weird but.. fuck!" Chaeyeon throaty moaned as he started to thrust in and out of her while pressing her front against the steamy glass.

Chef Kim grinned wickedly as he felt Chaeyeon's clit throb against his soapy cock, her moans music to his ears. He continued to thrust in and out, the friction of his soapy cock to her wet warm cavern adds it's pleasure.

"You like that, don't you?" he teased, his voice husky with arousal. "Having me fuck your pussy like this, right up against the glass like a scene from an erotic movie."

"YES! YES, CHEF! YES!"

Suddenly, he pulled his cock out of her. Leaving her clit aching and needy. "Chef! Don't go! Please continue fucking me!"

"Oh... You're so needy, Chaeyeon. But it's time to give another hole some attention." Chaeyeon wondered what it is until she felt his cock pressing against her tight butthole.

"C-Chef.. I... I've never experienced anal aex. They say... it hurts."

Chef Kim's cock nudged insistently against Chaeyeon's tight butthole, applying gentle pressure as he waited for her to relax and accept him. "Shh, just breathe. It's my first time too as well. I'll be gentle."

Slowly, he began to push, his soapy cock penetrating her virgin butthole inch by inch. Chaeyeon's eyes flew wide. "Acckk!!" a startled gasp escaping her lips as she felt the unfamiliar stretch and burn of her butthole accommodating his cock.

"F-Fuck... It's okay, baby." Chef Kim murmured, his voice a soothing balm as he worked himself deeper. "You're so tight and good... Just focus on the pleasure. Let yourself enjoy it."

As Chef Kim sank deeper into Chaeyeon's tight, butthole, he marveled at the sensation of claiming a part of her previously untouched. The heat, the resistance, the way her ass clenched around him. It was all so incredibly arousing.

"Fuck, you're so tight." he groaned, his hips rocking gently as he settled fully inside her. "I can feel every inch of your ass around my cock."

He paused for a moment, letting her adjust before beginning to move. Slow, gentle thrusts soon gave way to a steady rhythm, each thrust sending waves of pleasure rippling through them both.

"Mmm~~ Yes… just like that~ Harder, please… I want to feel you... deep inside me."

Chef Kim obliged, picking up the pace as he plunged into Chaeyeon's butthole with increasing pace. Her face and breasts still pressed against the glass. Perfect recreation of an famous scene of every adult videos.

As he pistoned in and out, he reached around to play with Chaeyeon's clit, rubbing the sensitive nub in time with his thrusts. The dual stimulation soon had her writhing under him, knees weakning, her cries of pleasure growing louder and more desperate.

"CHEF! DON'T STOP PLEASE! DON'T STOP UNTIL YOU FILL ME UP!"

"Fuuuck, you're so hot when you beg for it!"

With a final, brutal thrust, Chef Kim buried himself to the hilt in Chaeyeon's spasming butthole, his cock pulsing as he unleashed a torrent of hot semen deep within her. "Ah, fuck yeah! Take it all, you dirty slut!"

"Aaahhh!! Chef!!!" Chaeyeon screamed in ecstasy, her body convulsing wildly as her own orgasm crashed over her. Wave after wave of pleasure washed through her, squirting down to the wet floor.

As the aftershocks subsided, Chef Kim slowly withdrew, his softening cock slipping free of her abused hole with a wet pop. Chaeyeon slumped against the glass, panting heavily, her legs trembling with exhaustion.

"I never knew.. Anal is… incredible, Chef." she managed to gasp, a dazed smile spreading across her face.

As the warm water rinsed away the evidence of their intense coupling, Chef Kim turned Chaeyeon to face him, capturing her lips in a deep, sensual kiss. Their mouths moved in perfect sync, tongues dancing and twining as they savored the taste of each other.

When they finally broke apart, both were grinning from ear to ear, their faces flushed with bliss. "Mmm, I think we've thoroughly cleaned ourselves. Another round?" Chef Kim asked, his hands trailing lovingly over Chaeyeon's curves.

"I would love to, Chef but unfortunately... we need to check out. I have a schedule today." Chaeyeon's voice laced with sadness that their private intimate time is limited.

They dried themselves and wore their clothes. As soon as they left the hotel room, Chaeyeon's manager is already waiting at the hotel's lobby.

"I'll go ahead now, Chef. Let's keep in touch, Okay?" Chaeyeon kissed his cheek and waved goodbye.

As Chaeyeon disappeared around the corner with her manager, Chef Kim couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment. Their moments together had been pure magic, and he found himself craving more of her.

With a contented sigh, Chef Kim made his way back to his own car, his thoughts already drifting to the memories they'd created and their future yet to come.

You set up an account, you just hope no one you know sees this account, nor sees someone you know as a rental girlfriend. But before you could really explore the application, you fell asleep, maybe you could dream of your ideal girlfriend before you choose one tomorrow.

~one sleep later~

You woke up, it was already 10 AM. No classes since its Christmas break. You walked out of your room, trying to find your mother. Well, the search was over quite fast when you saw the note on the refrigerator.

I’ll be back tonight. - love, mom.

Sitting at the table, you ate breakfast, the food already cold. You again looked at your phone, you always had all applications on organized folders. But you forgot to organize the rental girlfriend app.

Well, to be fair, where would you even put the said application. You never used dating apps. Anyways, you put it in the entertainment folder, because it might amuse you. Corny? Yeah, that sums up your sense of humor.

You scrolled and saw a plethora of girls. And they were all beautiful, mind you. You started to understand why your friend spends his time here a lot. 

“Lots of girls…” You murmured under your breath.

You scrolled, seeing some girls who really look like an ideal type of yours. 

“Kotone? Ooh, a Japanese one too.” You said as you moved on to the next.

“Hmm… Yooyeon? Well, she’s beautiful but that’s an age gap. Would I even imagine dating someone not the same age as me?” Another remark as you moved on to the next.

“Next one, Kaede? Wow, lots of Japanese girls here.” At this point, maybe it's a personality issue, the way you’re talking about random girls like this. But in your defense, if you’re gonna use this app, might as well find the best one, right?

On your next scroll, you’ve been brought to a girl named Yubin. She looks beautiful, maybe the most beautiful that you've ever seen. 

You contemplated for a few minutes. In the end, it never really hurts to try. You pressed continue and you saw lots of details need to be filled in, as if you didn't fill up lots of information before you fell asleep last night.

You had to fill in what time you would request, and a somewhat detailed description on how the date would go. It's a bit nitpicky, and you don't even know if the girl would know about the plan or it would just be for the company to know that the girls aren't being trolled. But, nevertheless, you made it, after an hour of gruesome thinking, that is.

You pressed click, a substantial amount of money out of your bank account. You weren't one of the wealthiest families in Korea, but you'd argue you can buy a building or two if you really wanted one. Also, it's Christmas, the best time to splurge money.

Shortly after that, you received a message that Yubin has confirmed your reservation.

“It's a date then.” You said, finishing up your breakfast as you started wondering on how the date will be tomorrow.

Going back to your room, you turned on your computer. Immediately searching how to handle first dates. Sure, you've had 3 girlfriends before, 2 in high school and 1 during freshman year but this is essentially a blind date.

Also, it's been almost a year and a half now since you had your last date with your last ex, your charisma skills might've gotten rusty, too rusty.

“Flowers always work, right?” You nodded in agreement with yourself.

A short look at your wardrobe, and while you could buy more clothes, maybe jeans and a short-sleeved polo would do. You tried fitting it on. The last time you wore it was a few months ago, and it was evident it's now more fitted on you.

The date you planned was simple, just a get together at the mall. Maybe even buy the girl some clothes since it is Christmas after all. Well, you thought the girls in the app might get many gifts from their clients but it doesn’t hurt to give more, right?

~the first date~

You’re now at the mall, 5 minutes early. Well, it’s better to be early than late. You looked at your phone, and you received a message from Yubin herself, about 10 minutes ago. You read it, it wasn’t really the best of messages.

Yubin: Hello, Y/n! There’s an emergency on my end. I couldn’t come. However, I found a substitute for me. She’s beautiful, higher rated than me, even. I’ve already sent back your money, and don’t worry about her. She said she’ll do this for free. I apologize for the inconvenience. Her name is Chae, long hair and is wearing a gray coat. Let's meet again some other time!

The message read, you sighed, you really wanted to meet her. But I guess you can’t complain, money’s refunded after all. But now you are on an actual blind date. Yubin didn’t leave any details besides her name and what she’s wearing for today. But you digressed. Before you went to the meet up spot though, you ought to buy the flowers you planned.

You don’t know what girls actually like, so you just bought camellias, the one in-season. After that, you started looking for Chae. You wonder what she looks like. Does she resemble Yubin? Or maybe even resembling the girls you passed on in the application? Thoughts flurried inside your mind. In fact, the mystery made it even better. The thrill of not knowing who you’re gonna face.

You tread lightly, the Christmas crowd was crazy but you found your direction to the meet up place. In the vicinity, you saw a long-haired girl standing, looking back. You assume it was Chae.

“Hello? Do you know Yubin?” You asked, not really wanting to ask somewhere along the lines that would expose she’s a rental girlfriend nor would you ask something that would expose you as someone renting one.

She turned around and the moment you saw her face. It was then that you realized you should’ve not downloaded the app at all. That there were bad omens circling around you yet you decided to not listen to it.

“You- Chaeyeon? I- I’m baffled.” You stuttered, her cheeks turning red.

And lo and behold you are now on a date with your ex. It was as if you were just trying to remember what dates you two went to as a plan you sent out to the application.

“Y/n… It’s been a while.” A soft and uncertain voice. Sure, she was quiet but the silence was loud.

The two of you didn't end on good terms. Her soft voice now was the complete opposite of the last time you spoke to her. She shouted at you, screamed at you, berated you with insults.

Well, you couldn't blame her. It was your fault the relationship failed. You got tired, you cheated, you betrayed her.

“I got you a flower, by the way.” You initiated, trying to break the ice.

“A flower on the first date? I remember the same old trick. You still use that to hit on girls?” She sarcastically asked, still taking the flower off of your hands though.

“Mind you, this is the first time I went on a date after we broke up.” You pointed out, a frown still on her face, maybe you should avoid talking about your shared past.

“Anyways… Yubin didn't tell me anything about the date. So, I guess, I'll be in your care.” Chaeyeon bowed.

You took her hand, holding it for the first time ever since that final night.

“What are you doing?” She asked due to your sudden touch.

“We still have a date, y'know? Is there a problem?”

“No, I would’ve expected for you to just call this off.” 

“Well, I wouldn’t want my plan to be ruined. But if you're uncomfortable with this set up. It’s fine as well. I also wouldn’t take it against you and Yubin on the app. I know practices like these have shady businesses. So I’d leave her a good review nonetheless.” You reasoned out, it was a somewhat baseless accusation given you don’t know much of the ins and outs of this particular business field, however, you wouldn’t want any of the people getting hurt now, do you?

Chaeyeon stared at you, “That’s so… out of character for you.” A rather harsh but understandable remark.

“So, should we still go on the date? It’s your call if you’d take a chance with the guy who’s miserable enough to try the application.” You joked, she laughed.

“Oh, in that case, I’m already used to miserable guys. So, where will you take me, Y/n?” She accepted, a smile crept in your face for in your mind the moment you saw her you knew it was over.

“I was thinking of just checking out some clothes. You guys do accept gifts, right? Or is there like any company policy that would forbid you guys from receiving things you guys can use outside the date?” You asked as Chaeyeon shook her head.

“Great! Let’s go to the department store.” Guiding the way. For the first time in almost 19 months, you and her walked side-by-side, hands intertwined.

While walking with Chaeyeon, lots of thoughts came into mind. What if some of your friends see you with her? They'd probably laugh at you. But if some of her friends see this? You might get slapped at.

Eventually, you reached the men's section. Lots of clothes you've never really cared about until now. Usually, your mom is the one that picks your clothes for you but you argued it's time to grow up. By growing up, you mean finding another woman to be dependent on when it comes to your fashion sense.

“So, Chaeyeon, what'd you think would fit me?” You asked, a light chuckle came from her.

“Even until now you still don't know how to pick your own clothes.”

“I- just pick for me, alright? I'm thinking of polos similar to the one I'm wearing now. I mean, this suits me, right?” You gestured as she nodded.

Chaeyeon took a look at the array of clothes. Eventually she found one that she thought you may like. It was green, your favorite color.

“I think this would look great. I also took the next size on your usual size of clothes back then. Because, well, do you need me to say it out loud?” She asked, giggling to herself as you rolled your eyes.

“Very funny, Chaeyeon. But you’re right, I’ve gotten a bit flabbier. Anyways, let’s also get you something nice.” You said, she smiled at you, holding your hand again as she gave you the polo.

After a short walk to the other side, you were now at the women’s section. While the men’s section for some reason had a hardware section adjacent to it, to which you could easily smell wood and metals, the women’s section was adjacent to the section with perfumes, make-up, and other things you have never understood even with your 21 years of living.

“You choose a dress for me, Y/n.” She said, making you look at her.

“Can’t you do that by yourself? Like old times.” You blurted out, so much for not talking about the past.

“I thought it would be nice for you to pick one for me. It’s your treat after all.” Chaeyeon insisted, to which she is right.

Now you’re given a choice. What dress suits her the most. Lots of dresses and one man. This is way harder than your college examinations. It took you a while, taking the dresses one by one off of the rack as you inspected them. At the side, Chaeyeon was smiling, close to laughing as she had never seen you this dumbfounded.

“You’re enjoying this a bit too much, Chaeyeon.” You said, still struggling to pick a dress.

Eventually, you found a white dress that you felt would suit Chaeyeon well. You looked at her, and then back at the dress. It would seem that you like the idea of her in this dress and as a man, you deem that as a fit enough reason.

“I found the perfect dress, Chaeyeon.” You smiled.

“Great! We can head to the counter now.”

“You aren’t gonna try it on? See if it fits?”

“I trust your eye, Y/n. You have a knack at staring and observing girls’ bodies.” Chaeyeon teased, stopping you at your thoughts.

“You’ve become wittier. I like it more when a woman has a lot to say. Anyways, let’s not get off track.” You diverted, making your way to the cashier.

After paying for the clothes, the two of you made your way to the nearby cafe. Most of the talk you had with Chaeyeon now was just small talk. The elephant in the room hasn’t been addressed yet. 

Why is she a rental girlfriend? 

The moment you realized it was her, something within you snapped. She wasn’t your obligation anymore, no. But still, you’re thinking Chaeyeon shouldn't be this desperate for a job, no? But who are you to judge? You aren’t the nicest person ever. In fact, rental girlfriends are just trying to get a job.

The two of you found a vacant table, you gave your orders to the waiter and the two of you stared at each other. For once, dead air. But maybe that’s what the two of you needed. You waited for your cup of coffee, a solid five minutes of silence.

Once your orders arrived, you decided small talk was over.

“Chaeyeon, can I ask something?” You asked, breaking the tense atmosphere, she nodded.

“About Yubin… Well, I know you’re a rental girlfriend based on your answers earlier but… When and how? Does your family know about this? Does Chaewon know? But please don’t answer if you’re uncomfortable.” You dropped, curiosity kills the cat.

“No, it’s fine. I’m actually glad you asked. It’s a long story. I’ve been here for 15 months now. My family doesn’t know, I just tell them I’m working part time in a bookstore. Shortly after we broke up, the family got into debt. Our small business was struggling to make ends meet. Thankfully we’re in a much better position now but Chaewon is now in college too. I have to help my parents fund it. She’s such an intelligent girl, It’d be a waste if she can’t go. And there’s also my personal things too. Y’know, find the right clients and this job pays more than well. And with that, I can easily pay off the things I need to take care of and still have something left for myself.” She explained, you understood. After the two of you broke up, you never really heard from her again. You tried asking her friends how she had been but all you got was angry stares and them telling you off.

“I- I don’t know what to say. I mean, I’m glad you’re safe and all but as we were finding clothes earlier I can’t help but overthink that some clients aren’t the nicest of guys. I hope you haven't had experiences with that.” You replied, it must’ve been the most sincere thing you’ve said this year.

“Well, you’re right with that. There’s some disgusting men I’ve encountered. I really don’t want to talk about it that much. But thanks for the concern.” Chaeyeon forced a smile.

And when it all comes down, you were always the problem, no? You’re the protagonist of the story, an annoying protagonist, mind you. You always had that savior complex, wanting to save the day. Chaeyeon knows it all too well, that suffocating personality of yours when you two were a thing.

“I- Why didn’t you tell me? I could’ve helped you, Chaeyeon.” You said, trying not to tear up. You didn’t know what to feel. The only thing you knew is that learning she had it hard, it felt like it was unfair and that made you angry.

“You were my ex, Y/n. Don’t you know how bad that would’ve sounded if people found out I begged help from you?” She said as she started crying. You grabbed your handkerchief and wiped off her tears.

“I- I’m sorry, I shouldn't have said that. But, it just hurts me hearing that. You’re special to me, Chaeyeon. And I hate that you’ve experienced those things.” You cried out, leaving your seat and sitting beside her to comfort her.

“It’s fine, Y/n. You were always the brash one. I liked that about you, y’know? You were never afraid to voice things out, even if it meant hurting someone’s feelings. But I guess it really does hurt now that I’m at the receiving end of it.” She chuckled, forcing out a smile.

“Chae, I failed as a boyfriend back then. I won’t fail you as a human being now. If you want to cry, cry it all out. The world will judge you no matter what you do anyways. I mean, even me, I was skeptical about this at first. But if I would’ve known I’d meet you here, I would’ve downloaded the app immediately.” You told her as she looked at you, the frown disappearing.

“Thanks, Y/n. I- I guess this wasn’t the date you planned but life works mysteriously, no?”

“It does, and I’m glad it’s with you I got to experience this. So, I’m sorry for everything, for back then, it was so dumb of me.”

“Mhm… For someone as smart as you, you were really dumb back then. Always needing me to keep you in check.” She joked, seeing her go back to her normal self again.

“You’re right, now I still need someone to keep me in check.” You said, making her blush.

“Wh- What does that mean?” She asked.

“Well, I never really dated after we broke up. And I just tried this cause my friends told me to try and it wouldn’t hurt, right?” You said as you looked at your phone, the time you asked for at the planned date is coming to an end.

“You know, we could still talk even if the time of rent passes.” She remarked, noticing the time as well.

“No, you might need to do something later. I shouldn’t take up much of your time. Also, our coffee is almost empty.” You pointed out as the two of you laughed. 

The two of you stood up, trying to catch up more as you offered to bring her home.

As you reached her home, “Here’s payment for today, Chaeyeon.” You brought out the money from your wallet, a hefty sum.

“Oh no! You shouldn’t, Y/n.” She said, declining.

“No, I insist. You gave me your services, of high quality too. Just take it.” You rolled your eyes, she laughed as she finally took the bills from your hand.

“Thank you, Y/n. See you around.”

“No problem, Chase. Hope to see you around and have fun during the holidays.” You said, waving goodbye as you started driving off. The whole car ride was you trying to get your mind off of her but persistently failing.

And now you’re alone again, in your room, trying to think of what’s next for you, what’s next for chaeyeon, what’s next for you two, together.

You stared at your phone, the date was so good you forgot to take pictures or save each other's contacts. To be fair, she probably only has you blocked because of what happened a long time ago.

But staring at your phone, you realized, the application isn’t a one time use. You opened the app, searching for Chaeyeon.

And as soon as you know it,

“This is a message of confirmation from Chaeyeon who agreed to the date. 

Below are the details of the date you’ve given and written:

Name: L/n Y/n

Rental Girlfriend: Kim ChaeyeonDate: December 25, 2025

Where: Same placeWhen: Same timeSpecial requests: Wear the gift, Chaeyeon.

This message is an automated response, not from the girl herself. Please do not forget about this reservation.”

Chaeyeon stood at the center of the set, her breathing still slightly quick from the last scene. Her long hair fell neatly, and the whitely dress she wore gave off a fresh vibe that blended perfectly with the sunlight flooding the room.

"Thank you, thank you for your help!" she said politely, bowing several times to the director and crew, who smiled back. Her demeanor was humble, but you could see the tension in her shoulders and her slightly trembling smile—lingering signs of nerves after the shoot.

You stepped closer, carrying a cold water bottle you’d grabbed from the crew’s table, feeling the warmth of the afternoon despite the studio’s air conditioning. The set behind you was being tidied, the sounds of equipment being moved and the crew’s light chatter creating a busy yet warm atmosphere.

"Great job, Chaeyeon-ssi," you said, offering the bottle with a gentle tone to ease her anxiety.

She took it with both hands, bowing slightly in thanks. "Thank you, Manager-nim," she said, her voice soft but sincere. She opened the cap and sipped slowly, then looked at you with eyes full of hope and a touch of worry.

"I was so nervous… I was scared I’d move wrong. I hope it turned out okay?"

You smiled, trying to boost her confidence. "You looked natural, Chaeyeon-ssi. The director said you did great, didn’t he? The fans are going to love seeing you in the trailer."

You point your nose toward the monitor in the corner, where the director was reviewing clips. "Come on, let’s check the footage together so you can see for yourself."

Chaeyeon nodded eagerly, though her cheeks were still flushed—perhaps from nerves or the studio’s warmth in the midday heat. You walked to the director’s table side by side, standing together as the monitor replayed the shoot.

The screen showed Chaeyeon moving gracefully, her shy yet captivating smile glowing under the sunlight softened by a diffuser. In one scene, she spoke to the camera, her voice clear and full of energy, introducing herself as part of tripleS. Chaeyeon watched with wide eyes, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her dress. "It doesn’t… look bad, does it?" she said softly, glancing at you with a small smile.

"Way better than ‘not bad,’" you replied, chuckling. "You looked confident there. This part—" you pointed to a scene where she smiled while glancing to the side, her hair gently swaying in the artificial breeze—"this is going to make the fans fall in love."

The director nodded in agreement from the side. "You picked up the directions quickly, Chaeyeon-ssi. This is solid for the trailer. We might just need minor tweaks in editing, but you don’t have to worry." Chaeyeon bowed again, thanking him politely, and you noticed her shoulders relax, a clear sign of relief.

"Satisfied?" you asked, making sure she felt good about the result.

"Yes, Manager-nim. Really satisfied," she answered, her smile now wide and genuine. "I just hope the fans like it. This is my first time appearing as tripleS…" Her voice trailed off, but the sunlight streaming through the window made her eyes sparkle with hope.

You stepped back from the director’s table as the crew began packing up the set more quickly. The spotlights were off, and the bright midday sun now dominated the room, casting soft shadows on the floor.

The production team said their goodbyes, most heading back to the agency to start editing, while others loaded equipment into a van outside. The director gave you a quick wave before leaving, and soon it was just you and Chaeyeon in the quieter HAUS living room, bathed in warm sunlight.

You both sat on a long sofa near the window, the sunlight filtering through the glass and highlighting Chaeyeon’s gentle features. You set your clipboard aside, knowing this was a chance to connect with her—as her manager, you needed to understand her better.

"So, Chaeyeon-ssi," you began casually, "how does it feel to be back in the idol world after… what, a long break?"

Chaeyeon looked at her hands in her lap, then let out a soft sigh. "It wasn’t really a break, Manager-nim," she said, smiling faintly with a hint of pain. "I debuted with Busters before… maybe you’ve heard of them? But things didn’t go smoothly."

She paused, her fingers twisting the hem of her dress. "We worked hard, but a lot was out of our control—management, the market, everything. The group ended up disbanding, and I thought… maybe I wasn’t meant to be an idol."

You listened intently, not wanting to interrupt. Her honesty felt raw, something rare in this industry. "I felt like I’d failed," she continued, her voice quiet but firm. "I tried living a normal life, looking for other jobs, but my heart kept saying I wasn’t done. When the tripleS audition came up, I thought—this is my last shot. I never expected to pass, let alone debut."

She looked at you now, her eyes glistening but filled with gratitude. "I’m so lucky, Manager-nim. tripleS gave me a second chance, and I don’t want to waste it. That’s why I was so nervous today—I want to make everything perfect, for the agency, the fans, and… for myself."

You nodded, touched by her openness. "I understand, Chaeyeon-ssi. And from what I saw today, you gave it your all. Busters may not have worked out, but that wasn’t because of you. Now you’re with tripleS, and I’m sure you’ll amaze a lot of people." You smiled, hoping your words would encourage her.

She laughed softly, quickly wiping the corner of her eye. "Thank you, Manager-nim. You’re making me feel more confident." She glanced out the window at Seoul’s clear blue sky in the afternoon light.

"I can’t wait to meet Seoyeon-nim, Hyerin-nim, and Jiwoo-nim. I heard they’re in New York now—it must be exciting. I want to learn from them so I can help make tripleS bigger."

You nodded, though Seoyeon’s name gave you a slight jolt, reminding you of the secret in the Purple Room. You quickly pushed the thought aside, focusing on Chaeyeon. "They’ll definitely welcome you warmly," you said, keeping your voice steady. "And I’m here to help you settle in, so if you need anything, just let me know."

"Will do, Manager-nim," she replied, her smile as bright as the sunlight outside. You chatted longer about lighter things—her favorite foods, songs she’d been listening to, and upcoming practice plans. But in the back of your mind, the growing world of tripleS and your increasing responsibilities lingered, along with the secret that never truly faded, lurking behind the bright midday light.

===================

You and Chaeyeon sat side by side on the long sofa, the remnants of your earlier conversation fading into a quiet, meaningful pause. She fidgeted with the hem of her whitely dress shirt, her fingers twisting the fabric nervously. Her expression held a mix of hesitation and determination, as if she wanted to say something but wasn’t sure how to begin.

“Chaeyeon-ssi, is everything okay?” you asked gently, your voice soft to encourage her. “You look like you have something on your mind.”

She lifted her gaze, her cheeks tinged with a faint blush under the sunlight. Biting her lower lip for a moment, she murmured, “Manager-nim, I… I just want to be honest with you.” Her voice was quiet, almost drowned out by the faint hum of the room’s ventilation, but it carried a sincerity that caught your attention.

You nodded, leaning slightly forward to show you were listening. “You can tell me anything, Chaeyeon-ssi. As your manager, I’m here for you—always. Whatever it is, I’m all ears.” Your words were genuine, though a flicker of unease stirred in the back of your mind, memories of your secret with Seoyeon in the Purple Room lingering like a shadow.

Chaeyeon took a deep breath, gathering her courage. “I just… I’m so grateful to be debuting again,” she started, her voice soft but heavy with emotion. “Manager-nim, I don’t know if you can imagine, but I felt so broken after Busters fell apart.” She looked down again, her fingers tightening on her dress. “I tried to keep going, you know? back when i was an MC on Boni Hani too, but…” Her voice faltered, and her eyes glistened with unshed tears.

She paused, then continued, her tone trembling. “There, some seniors treated me badly. They called me a failed idol, said I was just chasing attention, that I didn’t belong on screen. I smiled through it, but every night when I got home, I felt worthless. I thought maybe I wasn’t meant for this world.”

You listened intently, her words weighing heavily on your heart. Chaeyeon, who had shone so brightly during the shoot earlier, now revealed a fragile side that made you want to protect her even more. “Chaeyeon-ssi, I had no idea you went through that,” you said softly, your voice full of empathy. “But what they said wasn’t true. You’re here with tripleS because you’re talented and resilient. I saw it myself today—you were amazing in the trailer.”

A small smile tugged at her lips, and she quickly wiped the corner of her eye. “Thank you, Manager-nim. I just… I want to say how grateful I am to everyone at tripleS—the crew, the staff. They gave me a second chance I never thought I’d get.” She looked at you, her eyes shining with gratitude. “And especially you. You’ve made me feel welcome from day one, and that… it means everything to me.”

Her words warmed your heart, but before you could respond, she reached for your hand resting on the sofa. Her fingers wrapped around yours, soft and warm, her touch so sincere it sent a shiver through you. The gesture was gentle, yet it carried an intensity that made your resolve waver, despite the warning bells in your head. “Chaeyeon-ssi…” you began, your voice catching, trying to find the right words to maintain boundaries.

But she held your hand tighter, her eyes locking onto yours with a quiet boldness. “You said I could say anything, right?” she whispered, her voice low and earnest. “This is what I want to say: I need to thank you… in my own way.”

With a slow, deliberate motion, she reached up and unbuttoned the top two buttons of her dress shirt. The fabric parted, revealing the soft curve of her cleavage, framed by a simple white bra. Her breasts were fuller than you’d expected—larger than Seoyeon’s, a comparison that flashed unbidden in your mind, making your throat tighten.

“Chaeyeon-ssi, we can’t—” you started, your voice strained as you tried to stop her, but she gently guided your hand toward her chest before you could pull away. Your fingers brushed against the warmth of her skin, the softness of her breast beneath the thin bra, and a quiet gasp escaped her lips, sending a jolt through your body. “This is what I mean, Manager-nim,” she said, her voice trembling with emotion and something deeper. “Let me thank you… please.”

You froze, your hand still on her, feeling the rapid beat of her heart under your touch. Your mind raced—Seoyeon, the Purple Room, your role as her manager—but the sincerity in her eyes, the warmth of her skin, and the quiet plea in her voice unraveled your defenses. “Chaeyeon-ssi, this is wrong…” you murmured, but your words lacked conviction, and your hand didn’t move, instead pressing slightly, eliciting another soft moan from her.

She leaned closer, her face inches from yours, her breath warm against your lips. “I know it’s not supposed to happen,” she whispered, her voice shaking but resolute, “but I can’t lie about how I feel, Manager-nim.” Her other hand rose to your neck, her fingers tracing your skin lightly, and you felt a heat stirring within you, your body betraying the boundaries you were meant to uphold.

Chaeyeon unbuttoned one more button, her dress slipping further to reveal more of her, the sight both intimate and overwhelming. She guided your hand again, letting you feel the fullness of her breast, her breath hitching as your fingers pressed against her.

You knew you should pull away—every instinct screamed to stop, to rebuild the boundaries crumbling between manager and member—but the weight of her in your palm, so different from Seoyeon’s, held you captive. Chaeyeon’s breasts were undeniably larger, heavier, their softness almost hypnotic compared to the memory of Seoyeon’s more delicate frame. The contrast flashed in your mind, unbidden, fueling a heat you couldn’t suppress.

“Chaeyeon-ssi, we… we have to stop,” you managed, your voice hoarse, a weak protest drowned by the way your fingers betrayed you. Instead of pulling back, they pressed deeper, squeezing gently, feeling the give of her flesh and the faint outline of her nipple hardening under the fabric. A quiet moan slipped from her lips, her head tilting back slightly, and the sound sent a shiver down your spine, tightening the knot of desire in your chest.

She opened her eyes, catching your gaze, and a playful smile curved her lips—half-shy, half-teasing, as if she found your struggle endearing. “Manager-nim, you’re so cute,” she murmured, her voice soft but laced with a warmth that felt both innocent and daring. “You say we shouldn’t, but you’re not stopping either.” Her words were gentle, not accusing, but they struck you like a spark, highlighting the truth you couldn’t deny. She wasn’t pushing you away—instead, she seemed to revel in your hesitation, her trust in you mingling with something bolder.

Before you could respond, Chaeyeon’s hands moved to her dress shirt. With slow, deliberate motions, she undid the remaining buttons, one by one, until the fabric fell open completely. The whitely shirt parted like curtains, revealing her torso—smooth, glowing under the sunlight—and the white bra that barely contained her full breasts. The sight was breathtaking, her curves more pronounced now, and you couldn’t tear your eyes away. She let the shirt hang loosely on her shoulders, her breath hitching as the air brushed her exposed skin.

“You’re staring, Manager-nim,” she teased, her voice light but carrying a playful challenge. She leaned closer, her hands resting on your thighs for balance, bringing her chest nearer to your still-wandering hands. “If you’re so curious… why don’t you take it off?” Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she nodded toward her bra, a daring glint in her expression

Your heart pounded, the room spinning under the weight of her words. “Chaeyeon-ssi, this—” you started, but your voice faltered as your hands moved almost on their own, squeezing her breasts again, thumbs brushing over the edges of her bra. The fabric felt flimsy, a fragile barrier between restraint and surrender. Her teasing laugh, soft and melodic, broke the silence, but it didn’t hide the way her breath quickened at your touch.

“Don’t overthink it,” she whispered, her tone a mix of encouragement and vulnerability. She shifted slightly, pressing herself closer, making it impossible to ignore the heat radiating between you. Her fingers grazed your wrist, guiding your hands to linger, and the invitation was clear—she wasn’t just allowing this; she was urging you forward.

She shifted suddenly, turning her body to face away from you, revealing the smooth expanse of her back. Her skin glowed under the sunlight, flawless and inviting, with the delicate curve of her spine leading your gaze to the taut straps of her white bra, still firmly clasped. The sight made your breath catch, the intimacy of the moment hitting you harder now that she wasn’t facing you.

“Manager-nim,” she said softly, her voice a mix of nervousness and encouragement, “can you... take it off?” She glanced over her shoulder, her eyes catching yours for a brief, electric moment before she looked away, her cheeks flushed.

You swallowed hard, your throat dry as your heart pounded in your chest. Your hands hovered uncertainly, drawn to the clasp but hesitant, knowing this step would push you further across a line you’d already blurred.

“Go on,” she urged gently, her voice steady despite the slight tremble in it. “It’s okay… I want you to.” Her words were both a reassurance and a pull, guiding you deeper into the moment.

You reached for the clasp, fingers fumbling at first, the small hooks proving trickier than expected. In your nervousness, the strap slipped, snapping lightly against her back with a soft twang.

“Aww, Manager-nim!” Chaeyeon yelped, a mix of surprise and amusement in her voice as she flinched slightly. Her head turned, and she shot you a playful pout over her shoulder, though her eyes sparkled with laughter.

“S-sorry!” you stammered, your face heating up as you scrambled to recover. “I didn’t mean to—it’s just…” Your words trailed off, embarrassment mixing with the tension coiling in your chest.

She giggled softly, the sound light and disarming, easing the moment’s awkwardness. “It’s okay. Here, let me help you,” she said, her tone patient and teasing. “Just pinch the hooks together, then slide them out. Like this.” She reached back briefly, demonstrating with one hand before letting you try again, her guidance making her feel both vulnerable and in control.

You nodded, steadying your hands as you focused on the clasp. This time, your fingers moved with more care, following her instructions. The hooks released with a quiet click, and the bra loosened, its straps slipping slightly down her shoulders. Chaeyeon let out a small, relieved breath, her back still turned to you.

Slowly, she reached up, sliding the bra cups away from her chest and letting them fall to her lap, the fabric rustling softly in the quiet room.

Your heart raced, anticipation building as you watched her bare back, the curve of her shoulders, the way her hair cascaded over her skin. She hadn’t turned around yet, and the waiting was almost unbearable, each second stretching longer under the unrelenting sunlight.

You could feel your pulse in your throat, your hands clenching at your sides, torn between wanting her to stay as she was and craving the moment she’d face you again. “Chaeyeon-ssi…” you whispered, your voice barely audible, a mix of hesitation and longing.

She paused, her fingers lingering on the bra in her lap, as if savoring the tension. Then, with a soft chuckle, she said, “Manager-nim, you’re so nervous… it’s cute.” Her voice was warm, teasing, but there was an undercurrent of sincerity that made your chest tighten.

“Just wait a second, okay?” she added, and you could hear the smile in her words, keeping you suspended in the moment, your breath hitching as you braced for what came next.

The quiet rustle of her movements snapped you back to the moment, and then, slowly, Chaeyeon began to turn.

She reached up, gathering her long hair with both hands, lifting her arms to tie it into a high ponytail. The motion revealed the smooth, pale curve of her underarm, glowing under the sunlight, and as she pivoted to face you, her bare torso came into view.

Your breath caught, your throat tightening until swallowing felt impossible. Her breasts, now fully exposed, were breathtaking—larger than you’d imagined, fuller and heavier than Seoyeon’s, with a natural weight that drew your eyes irresistibly.

Her nipples, slightly larger than you’d expected, were a soft brown, standing out against her fair skin, and a single small mole dotted the curve near her left breast, an intimate detail that made the moment feel even more surreal.

Your mouth went even dry, your pulse racing as you tried to process the sight before you. Your cock, already straining against your pants from earlier, throbbed painfully now, an undeniable response to her beauty and the forbidden line you were crossing.

Chaeyeon finished tying her ponytail, the motion causing her breasts to sway slightly, and she met your gaze with a mix of shyness and quiet confidence. You couldn’t look away, even though you knew you should.

She lowered her arms, then, with a deliberate but gentle motion, cupped her left breast, lifting it slightly as if to emphasize its weight. The gesture was both vulnerable and bold, her fingers sinking into the soft flesh, and you could see the effort it took to hold it, the sheer heft of it undeniable.

“This is actually a heavy burden I carry every day, Manager-nim,” she said, her voice soft but tinged with playful sincerity. A small smile curved her lips, though her cheeks remained flushed, betraying the nervous courage behind her words.

You tried to speak, to find some way to pull back, but your voice stuck in your throat. “Chaeyeon-ssi…” you managed, barely a whisper, your eyes locked on her—her lifted breast, the mole near her nipple, the way her ponytail swayed as she tilted her head.

She let her breast fall gently, the motion sending a subtle ripple through her chest, and leaned closer, her hands resting on your thighs for balance. “You don’t have to say anything, Manager-nim,” she murmured, her voice low, almost soothing, though her eyes held a spark of something daring.

“I just… I want you to know how much this mean to me.” Her fingers tightened slightly on your thighs, inches from the bulge in your pants, and the proximity sent a fresh surge of heat through you, making it harder to think, to resist.

You tried to hold back, to cling to the last shred of your duty as her manager, but your hands betrayed you. They twitched at your sides, fingers curling with an almost desperate need to reach out, to feel the softness you’d only grazed moments ago.

Chaeyeon noticed, her eyes flicking to your hands, and a soft, amused smile curved her lips. “ㅎㅎ,” she chuckled, low and warm, tinged with a playful edge, “you don’t have to fight it.” She leaned closer, her ponytail swaying slightly, her hands still resting lightly on your thighs, inches from the evidence of your arousal.

“Chaeyeon-ssi, I…” you started, your voice hoarse, barely audible, but the words dissolved as your hands moved, almost of their own accord. You hesitated, fingers hovering just flying above her chest, the air between you charged with tension.

Chaeyeon tilted her head, her smile softening into something gentler, encouraging. “It’s okay,” she whispered, her voice a quiet reassurance. She shifted slightly, bringing her chest closer, giving you silent permission. “I want you to.” Her words were a spark, and your restraint crumbled completely.

Your hands reached forward, trembling at first, and then settled on her breasts, fingers sinking into their softness. They were heavier than you’d imagined, warm and pliant under your touch, filling your palms with a fullness that made your breath hitch.

You squeezed gently, almost reverently, feeling the give of her flesh and the faint firmness beneath. Chaeyeon let out a soft gasp, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment before opening again, locking onto yours with a mix of amusement and something deeper—trust, perhaps, or desire.

“You’re so careful, Manager-nim,” she teased, her voice light but breathy, her cheeks flushed under the sunlight. She didn’t pull away, instead arching slightly into your touch, letting you explore. Your thumbs brushed over her nipples, the light brown peaks hardening under your fingers, and she bit her lip, a quiet moan escaping her.

The sound sent a jolt through you, your erection throbbing harder, and you squeezed again, more confidently now, unable to stop yourself from marveling at how different she felt compared to Seoyeon—fuller, softer, overwhelming.

Chaeyeon’s teasing smile, her gentle encouragement, only fueled you further, “you don’t have to hold back.”

Her words were like a key unlocking something primal within you, and before you could think, you leaned forward, your lips brushing against her breast.

The warmth of her skin met your mouth, and you pressed a tentative kiss, then another, before taking her nipple between your lips. The sensation was electric—her nipple firm yet yielding, a contrast to the plush fullness surrounding it. You sucked gently at first, then with more hunger, your tongue swirling over the sensitive peak, savoring the unique texture and heat.

“Yes, Manager-nim!” Chaeyeon gasped, her voice a mix of surprise and delight, her head tilting back as her ponytail swayed. “You love this, don’t you?” Her tone was playful, almost triumphant, as if she reveled in seeing you unravel.

Her words sent a fresh wave of heat through you, and you couldn’t deny the truth in them. Your free hand moved to her other breast, stroking and squeezing, fingers sinking into its softness, marveling at how different it felt— heavier, more overwhelming—than anything you’d experienced.

You buried your face between her breasts, the warmth and scent of her skin enveloping you, a heady mix of sweetness and intimacy that made your head spin. Your lips moved from one nipple to the other, sucking and teasing, while your hand continued its rhythmic kneading, drawing soft moans from her that echoed in the sunlit room.

Your cock strained painfully against your pants, the fabric dampening with precum as your arousal grew unbearable, every sensation heightened by her closeness and the forbidden thrill of the moment.

Chaeyeon noticed, her eyes flicking downward with a knowing glint. “Manager-nim…” she murmured, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. Her hand slid from your thigh to the bulge in your pants, fingers brushing over the taut fabric, feeling the slickness of your precum.

The contact made you groan against her breast, your hips twitching instinctively toward her touch. “You’re so worked up,” she teased softly, her fingers tracing the outline of your erection before finding the zipper.

With a slow, deliberate motion, she tugged it down, the sound sharp in the quiet room, and reached inside, freeing your cock from its confines. Her touch was light at first, her fingers wrapping around you, warm and sure, stroking gently as she explored your length. The relief was immediate but torturous, her slow rhythm only stoking the fire burning within you.

You pulled back slightly, your lips glistening from her skin, and met her gaze—her cheeks flushed, her eyes half-lidded with a mix of nervousness and boldness.

“Chaeyeon-ssi…” you groaned, your voice thick with need, barely able to form words as her strokes grew firmer, her thumb brushing over the slick tip of your cock. Her touch, her warmth, and the raw intimacy of this moment consumed you.

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Chaeyeon paused, her fingers slowing as she glanced up at you, a playful smile tugging at her lips, “Let me try something.”

Before you could respond, she shifted closer, her hands gently cupping her breasts, lifting their weight with a deliberate grace. She leaned forward, guiding your cock between them, enveloping you in their soft, warm embrace. The sensation was overwhelming—her breasts, full and pliant, pressed tightly around you, creating a perfect, slick warmth that made your breath catch.

You sank back against the sofa, your body almost reclining as the pleasure took hold, every nerve alight with the intensity of her touch. The sunlight poured over you both, illuminating the scene with a stark clarity—the curve of her shoulders, the faint mole near her nipple, the way her ponytail swayed as she moved. Chaeyeon began to move, her breasts sliding up and down your length with a slow, deliberate rhythm, the friction both gentle and maddening. “You like this, don’t you?” she teased, her voice breathy, her eyes flicking up to meet yours, sparkling with a mix of amusement and desire.

You groaned, unable to form words, your head tilting back as you surrendered to the sensation. Her breasts were a perfect fit, their weight and softness enveloping you completely, each motion sending shivers of pleasure through your core.

The slickness of your precum mingled with her skin, easing the glide, and the sight of her—so exposed, so confident—only heightened the rush.

But Chaeyeon wasn’t done. She leaned forward further, her lips parting as she lowered her mouth to the tip of your cock, her tongue darting out to tease you with a quick, warm flick.

The combination was devastating—her breasts squeezing you tightly, her mouth joining in with soft, tentative licks that grew bolder with each pass. She took you deeper, her lips closing around the head, sucking gently while her breasts continued their rhythmic motion, the dual sensations pushing you to the edge.

“Chaeyeon-ssi…” you managed, your voice a strained groan, your hands gripping the sofa cushions as you fought to stay grounded. Her moan vibrated against you, a low hum that sent sparks through your body, and you could feel the heat building, your control slipping further with every second.

She glanced up again, her eyes half-lidded, her cheeks flushed under the sunlight. “Manager-nim, just enjoy it,” she whispered, her voice muffled as she returned to her task, her tongue swirling over you while her breasts pressed even tighter, the pressure and warmth almost unbearable.

The way her lips glistened as she worked. Your hips twitched involuntarily, seeking more, and she adjusted effortlessly, her movements growing faster, more deliberate, as if determined to unravel you completely. Her breasts and mouth worked in perfect harmony, you felt yourself teetering on the brink, caught in a tide you could no longer resist.

Each movement of her full, heavy breasts—sliding up and down with a rhythm that grew more confident, more tantalizing—sent waves of pleasure crashing through you, amplified by the soft, wet heat of her mouth teasing your tip.

The pleasure was unbearable now, each stroke of her breasts and flick of her tongue pushing you closer to the edge. Your hands gripped the sofa cushions, knuckles white, as your hips twitched involuntarily, chasing the sensation.

“Chaeyeon-ssi…” you couldn’t take it anymore—the heat, the pressure, the sight of her glowing under the sunlight, her ponytail swaying with each motion. A surge of need overtook you, primal and unstoppable.

You gently but firmly pushed her back, guiding her down until she was lying flat on the sofa, her bare torso stretched out beneath you. Her breasts settled slightly, their weight spreading enticingly.

You moved swiftly, kneeling over her, your knees bracketing her hips as you positioned yourself above her. Your cock, slick and throbbing, hovered just above her breasts, the anticipation making your pulse race.

Chaeyeon looked up at you, her cheeks flushed, her eyes wide with a mix of surprise and excitement. “Manager-nim…” she murmured, her voice breathy, but there was no hesitation in her gaze—only a quiet invitation, a willingness to let you take the lead. Her hands rested lightly on your thighs, grounding you, encouraging you, as the sunlight poured over her, illuminating every curve, every detail.

You pressed her breast together with your hands, marveling at their softness, their fullness. The sensation was electric as you began to move, thrusting slowly at first, the slick warmth of her skin enveloping you completely. Chaeyeon gasped softly, her fingers tightening on your thighs, and she arched her back slightly, pushing her breasts closer, amplifying the friction.

“Yes, Manager-nim,” she whispered, her voice a mix of awe and encouragement, her lips parting as she watched you, her ponytail splayed across the sofa like a dark halo. Each thrust between her breasts sending you spiraling closer to release. Your hands kneaded her flesh, fingers sinking into their softness, and the faint brown of her nipples, hardened and inviting, brushed against your palms, adding to the dizzying rush.

The sofa creaked under your movements, your cock glistened with precum, easing each thrust, and the pleasure was relentless, building with every second. Chaeyeon’s hands slid higher, one grazing your hip, steadying you as you moved, her touch a reminder of her presence, her consent, her desire to share this with you.

Your breaths came in ragged gasps, the pleasure building to an unbearable peak as you knelt over her, your hips moving with a desperate rhythm.

You couldn’t hold back any longer. The heat, the pressure, the sight of her breasts molding around you pushed you past the point of control. “Chaeyeon-ssi…” you groaned, your voice breaking as your body tensed, the climax surging through you like a tidal wave.

You thrust harder, faster. Your hands pressing her breasts tightly together, the slickness of your precum easing each movement. The pleasure crested, and with a low, guttural moan, you came, your release spilling hot and thick across her chest, painting her breasts and catching the faint mole in its path.

The intensity didn’t stop there—your hips jerked involuntarily, and another pulse shot upward, streaking across her collarbone and landing on her flushed cheek, a glistening drop clinging to her skin.

Chaeyeon gasped softly, her eyes widening for a moment before softening into a mix of surprise and quiet satisfaction. She didn’t pull away, her hands still resting on your thighs, steadying you as you trembled above her, your breaths heaving in the aftermath.

Her chest glistening with your release, a single bead trailing down toward her neck, the streak on her face catching the light like a forbidden mark. Your cock throbbed with the last pleasure, softening slightly but still slick between her breasts, which rose and fell with her quickened breaths.

“Manager-nim…” she said softly, her voice a mix of amusement and warmth, a small smile tugging at her lips as she looked up at you, unfazed by the intimacy of what had just happened.

You collapsed back slightly, still kneeling over her, your hands falling to your sides as reality crashed in. “Chaeyeon-ssi, I…” you started, your voice hoarse, but words failed you, lost in the haze of what you’d done.

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She sat up slowly, her breasts shifting with the movement, the evidence of your climax still glistening on her skin. “It’s okay, Manager-nim,” she murmured, her tone gentle, almost soothing, as she reached for her discarded dress shirt, not to cover herself but to dab lightly at her cheek.

“You really enjoyed that, didn’t you?” Her eyes sparkled, her flushed cheek still bearing a trace of your release, and the sight stirred a conflicting rush of awe and shame within you.

The air was heavy with the aftermath, your body still trembling from the intensity of release, your cock softening between her breasts as you knelt above her on the sofa. Her quiet smile, warm and unashamed, met your dazed gaze, she shifted beneath you, her breasts rising with each breath.

But then her gaze dropped to your cock, still slick and sensitive, and a new glint of mischief crossed her face. “I’m not done yet, though,” she said, her voice lowering to a sultry whisper, a hint of hunger beneath her words. Before you could protest, she leaned forward, positioned herself between your legs.

“Chaeyeon-ssi, wait—” you started, your voice hoarse, still reeling from the climax, but she silenced you with a soft, reassuring smile.

Her fingers wrapped around your sensitive cock, her touch light but deliberate, and you flinched at the intensity, your nerves still raw. “Just relax, Manager-nim,” she murmured, her breath warm against your skin as she leaned closer.

Her tongue flicked out, teasing the tip with a slow, deliberate lick, and a jolt of pleasure mixed with overstimulation shot through you, making you gasp.

She didn’t stop there. Her lips parted, and she took you into her mouth, her tongue swirling over the sensitive head, cleaning the remnants of your release with a care that felt both intimate and possessive.

The sensation was almost too much—your cock twitched, caught between the lingering sensitivity and a stirring heat as she worked. Her eyes flicked up to meet yours, half-lidded and gleaming with satisfaction, and the sight of her lips wrapped around you, her breasts swaying slightly with each movement, sent your mind reeling.

Chaeyeon’s mouth moved lower, her lips brushing along your shaft before she shifted her attention to your balls, sucking gently, her tongue tracing slow, warm circles. The new sensation drew a low groan from your throat, your hands gripping the sofa as your body arched involuntarily.

“Chaeyeon-ssi…” you managed, your voice strained, but she only hummed softly, the vibration sending another spark through you. Her touch was relentless yet tender, coaxing your cock back to life despite the sensitivity, and you felt yourself hardening again, the ache of arousal returning with a vengeance.

She noticed, pulling back slightly to admire her work, a satisfied smile curving her lips as she stroked you lightly, coaxing you back to full arousal. “See, Manager-nim?” she said, her voice playful yet sultry. “You’re not done either.”

"You’re ready for more, aren’t you?” Before you could respond, she reached toward the small coffee table beside the sofa, her fingers deftly retrieving a tiny purse tucked among her belongings.

From it, she produced a foil packet—a condom—its appearance catching you off guard, a jolt of surprise cutting through the haze of pleasure.

“You… always carry condoms?” you asked, your voice low, a mix of curiosity and unexpected disappointment creeping in. The sight of it stirred something uneasy—you hadn’t anticipated this level of preparedness, and it made you wonder about her intentions, her past. Your heart sank slightly, though the arousal still pulsed through you, clouding your thoughts.

Chaeyeon glanced at you, her smile playful but reassuring as she tore open the packet with a practiced ease. “Better to be prepared.” she said lightly, her tone teasing yet calm.

“Don’t worry, Manager-nim—it’s a thin one. You’ll still feel everything.” Her fingers moved with confidence, rolling the condom onto your cock with a slow, deliberate touch, her warmth lingering through the latex as she ensured it fit snugly. The sensation, though slightly muted, sent a fresh shiver through you, your erection twitching under her care.

You swallowed hard, the question burning in your throat despite the intimacy of the moment. “That's not the problem rather than you… have done this a lot?” you asked, your voice hesitant, searching her face for answers. The weight of your words hung between you, a flicker of doubt surfacing as you realized how little you truly knew about her experiences.

Chaeyeon’s movements paused, her expression flattening for a moment, her eyes unreadable as they met yours. The silence stretched, heavy under the sunlight, before she answered, her voice steady but carrying a quiet edge.

“This is how I’ve survived in the entertainment world, Manager-nim,” she said, her tone matter-of-fact, though a trace of vulnerability lingered beneath it.

“I’ve done it more times than I’d like to count.” She finished securing the condom, her fingers lingering briefly before pulling away, her gaze softening as she looked at you.

Her words hit you like a wave, a mix of raw honesty and unexpected weight. The revelation stirred a pang of sympathy, mingling with the desire still coursing through you, and you found yourself caught between wanting to comfort her and the undeniable pull of the moment. Chaeyeon leaned closer, her hands resting on your thighs, her breasts brushing against your legs as she waited, her eyes searching yours for a reaction.

“Chaeyeon-ssi…” you started, your voice thick, unsure whether to press further or let the moment carry you forward. But her smile returned, softer now, and she shook her head slightly, as if to dismiss any lingering tension.

“Let’s just focus on this, okay?” she murmured, her voice warm again, guiding you back to the present.

Chaeyeon shifted, her hands braced on your shoulders, her breasts swaying slightly as she positioned herself above you, the heat of her body tantalizingly close.

With a slow, deliberate motion, she lowered herself, guiding your cock to her entrance, and the first contact made you both gasp. The condom was indeed thin, as she’d promised—you felt every inch of her warmth, her tightness enveloping you in a way that sent shivers through your core.

She began to move, riding you with a steady rhythm, her hips rolling with a grace that belied the intensity of the moment. The sensation was overwhelming, the latex barely dulling the slick, intimate heat of her, each thrust drawing you deeper into her.

Her breasts bounced with each motion, their fullness mesmerizing under the sunlight, the faint mole a quiet anchor in the sea of sensation. You groaned, your hands instinctively reaching for her hips, guiding her as she rocked against you, the sofa creaking louder now under the shared weight.

Chaeyeon leaned forward, her breasts hovering just inches from your face, their soft curves swaying tantalizingly close. The invitation was clear, and this time, you didn’t hesitate. Your lips found her breast, kissing the warm skin before taking her nipple into your mouth, sucking gently at first, then with more hunger.

The taste, the texture—firm yet yielding—was intoxicating, and she moaned softly, her hands tangling in your hair as she pressed herself closer. “Yes, Manager-nim…” she gasped, her voice breathy, urging you on as her hips continued their relentless rhythm.

Your hands moved to her breasts, cupping their weight, using them as leverage to match her movements, squeezing in time with her thrusts. The fullness filled your palms, driving you to suck harder, your tongue swirling over her nipple while your fingers teased the other. Her moans grew louder, her ponytail swaying wildly now, her body arching as she rode you faster, the slick sound of your connection mingling with the creak of the sofa.

The condom did little to dull the intensity—you felt every pulse, every clench of her around you, the heat building to a fever pitch. Your lips moved between her breasts, kissing and sucking, your hands gripping them tightly as she drove you both toward another peak. “Chaeyeon-ssi…” you groaned against her skin, your voice muffled, lost in the rhythm of her body and the overwhelming pleasure.

She leaned closer still, her breath hot against your ear, her voice a mix of desire and triumph. “You feel so good, Manager-nim,” she whispered, her hips grinding harder now, pushing you deeper.

Your hands gripped her breast, fingers sinking into their softness, using their weight to match her pace, while your lips and tongue devoured her nipples, drawing soft, breathless moans from her that echoed in the sunlit space.

“Manager-nim…” Chaeyeon gasped, her voice a sultry mix of need and encouragement, her ponytail whipping wildly as she leaned forward, pressing her breasts closer to your face. Her skin was flushed, a faint sheen of sweat glistening on her collarbone, and the scent of her—sweet, warm, intoxicating—filled your senses.

You sucked harder, your tongue swirling over one nipple while your fingers teased the other, pinching lightly, feeling them harden under your touch. Her moans grew sharper, her hips grinding with more urgency, the slick sound of your bodies moving together mingling with the creak of the sofa beneath you.

The intensity was unbearable now, a fire building in your gut as she rode you faster, her movements more desperate, more demanding. You could feel every pulse, every clench of her around you, the thin latex amplifying rather than dulling the heat.

Your hands tightened on her breasts, using them as leverage to thrust upward, meeting her halfway, the collision sending sparks through your body. “Chaeyeon-ssi…” you groaned, your voice rough, muffled against her skin as you buried your face between her breasts, kissing and licking the valley between them, lost in their overwhelming fullness.

She arched her back, her hands bracing on your shoulders, nails digging into your skin as she pushed herself closer to the edge. “Yes, Manager-nim… like that,” she panted, her voice breaking with each thrust, her hips slamming down harder now, driving you deeper.

You couldn’t get enough, your lips returning to her nipple, sucking with a hunger that matched the frantic rhythm of your bodies, your hands kneading her breasts like they were the only thing grounding you.

The pleasure was a tidal wave, building to a crescendo you couldn’t stop. Your thrusts grew erratic, your hips bucking to meet hers, the sofa groaning under the strain. Chaeyeon’s moans turned into sharp gasps, her body trembling as she chased her own release, her tightness gripping you like a vice.

“Manager-nim… I’m so close…” she whimpered, her voice raw, her eyes locking onto yours for a fleeting moment, half-lidded and blazing with desire. The sight of her—bare, glistening, lost in the moment—pushed you to the brink.

You thrust upward one last time, hard and deep, your hands squeezing her breasts tightly, your mouth latching onto her nipple with a final, desperate suck.

The climax hit you like a storm, a white-hot surge that tore through you, your cock pulsing inside her as you came, the thin condom capturing your release but doing nothing to dull the intensity. You groaned her name, your voice breaking, your body shuddering as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over you, each pulse more powerful than the last.

Chaeyeon gasped, her own release triggered by yours, her body convulsing as she ground down against you, her moans rising into a soft cry that filled the sunlit room. Her breasts pressed against your face, their warmth enveloping you as she rode out her orgasm, her hips slowing but still moving, milking every last moment of pleasure.

You collapsed back against the sofa, your chest heaving, your hands falling to her hips as she slumped against you, her breaths ragged but satisfied. Her breasts rested against your chest, their weight a lingering reminder of what had just happened, and her ponytail tickled your shoulder as she caught her breath. “Manager-nim…” she murmured, her voice soft now, a mix of exhaustion and contentment, her lips brushing your ear as she spoke.

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Your cock, still nestled inside her, softened slowly in the warm, slick aftermath of your shared climax, the thin condom a faint barrier to the lingering heat of her body. Both of you were breathless, your bodies entwined, the sofa creaking faintly under your shared weight as the world seemed to pause in the sunlit haze.

Chaeyeon’s head rested on your shoulder, her ponytail tickling your skin, her breaths slowing as she recovered from the intensity. The quiet intimacy of the moment felt fragile, almost sacred, yet heavy with the weight of what you’d done. You shifted slightly, still inside her, and the movement stirred a question you couldn’t hold back, a mix of curiosity and unease rising to the surface.

“Chaeyeon-ssi,” you murmured, your voice low and hesitant, “are you… going to do this with others? Like the crew, or other managers?” The words slipped out before you could stop them, tinged with a vulnerability you hadn’t meant to reveal, your mind flashing to her earlier confession about surviving in the entertainment world.

She lifted her head, her eyes meeting yours, a flicker of surprise crossing her face. “Why are you asking that, Manager-nim?” she replied, her voice soft but curious, a teasing lilt at the edges as she studied you. Her body remained pressed against you, her warmth a constant reminder of the intimacy you’d shared, and the sunlight caught the faint sheen of sweat on her skin, making her seem almost luminous.

You faltered, your throat tightening as you scrambled for an answer, feeling exposed under her gaze. “I-I mean, it’s just… you don’t have to do this with everyone,” you stammered, your words awkward, betraying a concern you hadn’t fully processed. The thought of her with others—crew, managers, anyone—twisted something in your chest, though you couldn’t quite name it.

Chaeyeon’s lips curved into a small, amused smile, and she let out a soft laugh, the sound light and disarming in the quiet room. “Are you jealous, Manager-nim?” she teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she tilted her head, her ponytail swaying slightly. The question caught you off guard, and you felt your face heat up, the truth of her words hitting closer than you’d expected.

“N-no, I’m not—I just…” you started, stumbling over your words, but before you could finish, Chaeyeon leaned in, her lips brushing yours in a sudden, gentle kiss.

The contact was soft, lingering, a contrast to the raw passion of moments before, and it silenced your protests, leaving your heart racing anew. She pulled back slightly, her breath warm against your lips, her eyes holding yours with a mix of affection and playfulness.

“You’re so cute, Manager-nim,” she said, her voice warm and teasing, but with a sincerity that made your chest tighten. “If you’re jealous, fine—I won’t do this with anyone else, okay?” Her smile widened, but then her tone shifted, a hint of something more serious beneath the tease. “But… you have to be there for me, yeah? Whenever I need you.” Her words carried a quiet promise, a weight that settled between you, both comforting and daunting.

You swallowed, still reeling from her kiss, her words, the feel of her body against yours. “Chaeyeon-ssi…” you murmured, unsure how to respond, your mind torn between the warmth of her offer and the complications it implied.

You shifted, gently but firmly pushing her back until she lay flat on the sofa, her bare torso stretched out beneath you, her ponytail splaying across the cushions. Her eyes widened slightly, a mix of surprise and anticipation.

Your cock slipped free from her as you moved, the condom from your previous climax still clinging to you, filled with the evidence of your release. With a quick, deliberate motion, you peeled it off, discarding it to the side, the act feeling both liberating and reckless.

The sight of her beneath you—bare, vulnerable, glowing—drove you forward, your erection now free and throbbing, ready for another round. You parted her thighs gently, revealing her pussy, still slick and glistening from before, its pink folds inviting under the sunlight, the faint scent of sex and her arousal intoxicating you further.

“Manager-nim, the condom…” Chaeyeon started, her voice hesitant, a flicker of concern in her eyes as she propped herself up slightly, her breasts shifting with the movement.

But you were too far gone, the raw need to feel her without barriers overwhelming any caution. You shook your head, silencing her with a look of quiet determination, and positioned yourself between her legs, the tip of your cock brushing against her entrance.

Without a word, you pushed forward, entering her in one smooth, deep thrust, the sensation of her bare warmth enveloping you like a shockwave. She was tight, slick, and impossibly hot, the absence of the condom making every detail—every pulse, every clench—vivid and raw.

Chaeyeon gasped, her head falling back against the sofa, her hands gripping your arms as you pressed your body closer, sinking deeper until your hips met hers. “Manager-nim…” she moaned, her voice a mix of surprise and pleasure, her initial concern melting into the rhythm of your movements.

You leaned forward, your chest brushing against her breasts, their fullness soft against you as you began to thrust, slow at first, savoring the unfiltered connection. Your hands found her hips, guiding her to meet each thrust, the sofa creaking louder now under the weight of your urgency. The pleasure was intense, almost primal, driven by her promise and your need to claim this moment, to be the one she turned to.

Her moans grew sharper, her legs wrapping around you, pulling you deeper as she surrendered to the pace. “Yes… Harder” she panted, her voice breaking with each thrust, her breasts bouncing slightly with the motion.

Your hands moved to her breasts, their heavy fullness filling your palms as you gripped them for leverage, squeezing with each thrust, her hardened nipples brushing against your fingers. The sight of them bouncing, the faint mole near her nipple catching the light, fueled your desire, urging you to move faster, harder.

The rhythm grew frantic, your hips slamming against hers, the slick sounds of your bodies echoing in the sunlit room. You leaned forward, your face inches from hers, her flushed cheeks and half-lidded eyes drawing you in as you fought to speak through the haze of pleasure.

“Chaeyeon-ssi,” you gasped, your voice rough, almost pleading, “please… don’t do this with anyone else.” The words spilled out, raw and unguarded, a reflection of the need to keep her close, to claim this connection as yours alone. Her eyes met yours, wide and intense, and she bit her lower lip, nodding quickly, a silent agreement that sent a surge of heat through you.

Her hands reached up, cupping your face with a tenderness that contrasted the ferocity of your movements. “Manager-nim…” she whispered, her voice trembling with desire, and then she pulled you down, her lips crashing against yours in a deep, hungry kiss.

The taste of her, the softness of her mouth, ignited you further, the intimacy of the position—her breasts pressed against your chest, her hands holding you close—pushing your lust to new heights. Her tongue danced with yours, urgent and needy, as her hips rocked to meet your thrusts, the sofa groaning under the shared intensity.

The pleasure was overwhelming now, a tightening coil in your gut that you couldn’t hold back. “I’m gonna—” you groaned, breaking the kiss, your voice strained as the climax loomed, unstoppable.

Her eyes widened, her hands tightening on your face as she nodded quickly. “Outside, Manager-nim,” she panted, her voice urgent but soft, guiding you through the haze.

With a final, desperate thrust, you pushed deep, savoring the grip of her body one last time before pulling out, the sensation almost painful in its intensity. Your hand gripped your cock, and the climax hit like a wave, your release erupting in thick, pulsing streams.

The first spurt landed across her face, catching her cheek and lips, and more followed, coating her flushed skin in a glistening mess that covered nearly her entire face—her closed eyes, her parted lips, her chin—far more than you’d expected, the sheer volume a testament to the intensity of the moment.

Chaeyeon gasped softly, her breath hitching as your release marked her, but she didn’t flinch, her hands falling to the sofa as she lay there, panting, her body still trembling from her own peak.

Your chest heaved, your body shuddering as you knelt above her, the aftershocks of pleasure mingling with a rush of awe and guilt. “Chaeyeon-ssi…” you murmured, your voice hoarse, barely audible, as reality crept back in.

The sofa creaked faintly as you caught your breath, the midday light casting long shadows, illuminating the weight of what you’d done.

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In the days after that sunlit afternoon in the HAUS, life at tripleS slipped back into routine.

Chaeyeon threw herself into debut preparations, her focus sharp, her laughter bright, as if the intimate moment you shared had been tucked away. Seoyeon, Hyerin and Jiwoo are back from New York and continuing their schedule as member of tripleS for now.

Yet, her fleeting glances during rehearsals—a knowing spark in her eyes—kept the memory alive, stirring both desire and guilt, complicating your role as manager, but Chaeyeon’s quiet promise to rely on you alone held you fast.