Farewell Party

The farewell party, just the Musinsa TV crew in a private room at our usual spot in Hongdae.

Ten weeks of shooting, ten episodes, and Chaeyeon had been the perfect MC every single time. She showed up on time, remembered every script line, laughed at the right moments, and made the clothes look good even when the models were nervous. The viewers loved her. We all did.

I was the PD-nim, the one who had to keep everything running. Tonight I just wanted to relax. The room had soft lights, two big karaoke screens, leather couches around a low table full of soju bottles, beer, and snacks.

About eight of us—cameramen, writers, stylists, and the production assistants. Music was playing low at first, then someone started singing.

Chaeyeon sat next to me on the big couch. Her long hair was down, and she kept smiling every time someone toasted her.

“PD-nim, thank you for everything,” she said, clinking her glass with mine. Her cheeks were already a little pink from the soju.

“You were the best MC we’ve had,” I told her. “Really. The show wouldn’t have worked without you.”

She laughed softly and leaned a bit closer. The others were watching. I could feel their eyes even while they pretended to sing.

The night moved fast. Bottles emptied. Voices got louder.

Two writers were doing a duet on the karaoke machine, screaming the words to some old IU song. The lights dimmed lower. Someone turned the main lights off so only the colorful stage lights flashed around the room.

I poured Chaeyeon another drink. Our fingers touched longer than necessary. She didn’t pull away. Instead she looked at me with those big eyes and took a slow sip.

The alcohol started hitting everyone. The conversation turned loose. People were laughing about funny moments from the shoots—how Chaeyeon almost fell during the runway episode, how the male model forgot his lines. I slid my arm behind her on the couch. My hand rested on her shoulder. Nothing too obvious, but one of them stared a second too long before looking away.

I leaned in and whispered, “You really did great, Chaeyeon-ah.”

She turned her face toward me. Our cheeks almost touched. “I was nervous every week… but you made it easy, PD-nim.”

My hand moved down her arm, slow. I squeezed her waist gently through her top. She let out a tiny breath but stayed smiling. The guy across from us, one of the camera directors, shifted in his seat. His eyes kept flicking over. Another assistant pretended to check his phone but kept glancing.

The jealousy was already there. I could see it. They all wanted her attention, but tonight she was sitting right next to me.

I got bolder. While everyone sang, I let my hand rest on her thigh. The jean was tight. Her leg felt warm. She crossed her legs the other way but didn’t move my hand. Instead, she leaned back against my arm, her big breasts pressing softly against her top.

Someone started a slow song. The room got quieter. I turned my head and kissed the side of her neck, just below her ear. Soft. Quick. She shivered.

“PD-nim…” she whispered, but it wasn’t a stop. It was more like a question.

I smiled. “Just a little celebration.”

My hand slid higher under the edge of her skirt. The others could see if they looked hard enough. One of the writers had stopped singing. He just held his drink and stared. The camera guy next to him had his hand in his lap, breathing heavier.

Chaeyeon’s breathing changed. She parted her lips. I kissed her properly this time, slow and deep. She kissed me back.

I pulled her closer. My hand moved to her chest, cupping one of her big tits through the top. She was full and soft. I squeezed gently and she moaned into my mouth, quiet but clear.

“Fuck…” someone whispered from the couch across. I didn’t look who. I didn’t care.

Chaeyeon’s hand landed on my thigh. She rubbed slowly, then higher. My cock was already hard. She felt it and gave a little squeeze.

I broke the kiss and looked around. Half the guys were openly staring. One had his zipper down, hand moving slowly inside his pants. Another just watched with jealous eyes, biting his lip.

“Should we give them a proper farewell show?” I murmured to her.

She looked shy for a second, then nodded with a small smile. The soju had made her bold too.

I unzipped my pants right there on the couch. Chaeyeon slid down between my legs without me asking. Her knees on the carpet. The whole room went quiet except for the karaoke music still playing in the background.

She pulled my cock out. It was thick and hard already. She looked up at me with those pretty eyes, then opened her mouth. Warm, wet lips wrapped around the head. She sucked slow at first, tongue swirling. Then deeper. The sound was wet and loud in the quiet room.

“Shit, look at her…” one of the assistants whispered. I heard zippers going down around us. They were jerking off while watching.

Chaeyeon bobbed her head faster. Her big tits bounced a little inside her blouse with every movement. I reached down and slip down enough. Her black lace bra came into view. I pulled the cups down so her heavy tits spilled out. They were big and round, nipples already hard.

I held her head gently and fucked her mouth a little deeper. She gagged softly but kept going, saliva dripping down her chin.

After a few minutes I pulled her up. “Come here.”

She stood. I turned her around, so her back was to me, facing the others. I unbuttoned her jean down over her thighs. Black panties underneath already wet and shining. The guys stared like they couldn’t believe it.

I sat her on my lap, facing them. My cock slid between her thighs. I reached around and squeezed both her big tits, pinching the nipples. She moaned loud.

“PD-nim… they’re all watching…” she breathed.

“I know. Let them.”

I slid my hand down and rubbed her pussy through her panties. She was soaked. Two fingers slipped inside easily. She rocked on them, tits bouncing in my hands. The guys were stroking themselves faster now. One of them was already breathing like he might cum.

I lifted her a little, slid her panties aside and guided my cock into her plump pussy. She sank down slowly, taking every inch. “Ahh… so big…” she moaned.

I fucked her like that, slow and deep, in front of everyone. Her tits bounced heavy in my palms. I pinched her nipples harder. She rode me, ass slapping against my thighs. Wet sounds filled the room.

After a while I pulled out and laid her on the couch on her back. Yanks off her jeans completely along with the panties. I got on my knees between her legs. Her pussy was puffy and glistening. I buried my face in it. I licked her slow, sucking on her clit, tongue pushing inside. She grabbed my hair and cried out.

“Oh god… PD-nim… your tongue…”

I ate her plump pussy like I was starving. Licking every fold, sucking her lips, flicking her clit fast. Her thighs shook around my head. The guys were jerking hard, eyes glued to us.

She came once, hips bucking against my mouth, moaning my name. I kept licking through it until she was trembling.

Then I stood up. “Titfuck me, Chaeyeon.”

She sat up, still breathing hard. She pushed her big soft tits together around my cock. The feeling was incredible—warm, heavy, smooth. She looked up at me and started moving them up and down. Her tongue licked the head every time it came through.

The guys couldn’t take it. One of them groaned and came in his hand. Another followed right after.

Chaeyeon smiled and went faster, squeezing her tits tighter. I thrust between them. The sight of my cock sliding between her huge breasts while she licked the tip pushed me close.

I pulled back and stroked myself. She opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out. I came hard—thick ropes across her tongue, her lips, and all over her big tits. She swallowed what landed in her mouth and rubbed the rest into her skin like lotion.