I’m Not That Obsessive

Chapter 24

Mitchell’s threat to go to Las Vegas was essentially meaningless. How could he go anywhere when filming was starting in earnest from tomorrow?

I knew all this, but I had no choice but to play along with Mitchell.

“Who said I don’t like it? I enjoy being naked too. It’s fine. And I don’t care if you go anywhere alone, but if you do, we need to video call once every hour. Every 30 minutes would be even better.”

At this, Mitchell laughed so hard it could bring the house down. He laughed excessively, to the point of embarrassing me standing in front of him. He finally stopped laughing after a while, but his eyes and mouth were still plastered with amusement.

“Where did something like you come from?”

“That’s a compliment, right?”

“Yeah. A compliment.”

Mitchell slowly raised his gaze from my toes upward. It was as if he was touching every part of my body with his eyes.

The slightly heated gaze made my lower parts tingle. Fortunately, the unfortunate incident of getting an erection just from being looked at didn’t happen.

“If I could have just one more thing, it would be perfect.”

Mitchell took another step closer with these meaningful words.

“What?”

“I’d rather not say it with my own mouth.”

The last thing that could let me perfectly possess Mitchell. I felt like something snapped in my head.

“…Grab it.”

“Huh?”

“I said grab mine. You said you’d answer my questions honestly if I let you grab it, right?”

I spread my legs a little more demonstratively. My lower parts dangled and swayed.

“Hehehe.”

I didn’t care about Mitchell’s laughter. I could endure it because I was curious about what he meant by wanting just one more thing. Whatever it was, the thought that I could fully have Mitchell if I gave him ‘that’ made my actions bolder.

“Grab it.”

“No.”

“What? Why?”

“Because I don’t want to answer.”

“That just makes me want to hear it more.”

I took another step forward. Naturally, my lower parts touched Mitchell’s thigh.

“Tell me.”

“This is you coming to me, not me grabbing you, right?”

Judging by his amused tone, it seemed he had already almost given in. If I pushed a little more, he would tell me willingly.

“Ugh!”

Of course, it was purely my misconception. Mitchell was way above me. He was an expert at physical teasing.

“Hey!”

Mitchell grabbed my buttocks with both hands and pulled me close, hugging me tightly. I was trapped, colliding with his body.

“Just in case, I’m telling you, I never grabbed your thing.”

I couldn’t even get an answer, but my butt was grabbed and my front was rubbing against him on its own. Moreover, there was some kind of club inside Mitchell’s pants.

***

Understanding Geon-woo is an extremely difficult task. Finding reasons for his actions was equally challenging.

Well, it’s fair to say that no one fully accepts others’ thoughts without filtering. Even if they nod on the outside, once it crosses a certain line of incomprehensibility, it’s hard to fully empathize.

That’s why Mitchell didn’t particularly try to understand Geon-woo. Regardless of what he was thinking, Mitchell believed that visible actions were more important. Beyond logical understanding, the abnormal obsession that kept him glued to Mitchell’s side was more significant.

He had no intention of intimidating a man who liked women, but Mitchell finally lost his reason because of Geon-woo’s constant flirting.

Until now, Geon-woo had said he had no sexual interest in Mitchell whatsoever. Mitchell believed the words of the heterosexual Geon-woo. But his words and actions were different. When he said things contrary to his previous claims while naked, Mitchell couldn’t help but lose his composure.

Asking him to endure a cheeky straight guy who rubs his body against him and asks him to touch his lower parts?

“Hey, hey! Wait, just a second.”

Mitchell couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of Geon-woo struggling while his buttocks were grabbed. What’s even funnier is that Geon-woo doesn’t seem to be trying to properly break free. He was flustered, but he wasn’t resisting much.

“L-let’s change!”

“What?”

“Instead of grabbing my thing and answering questions, let’s say you answer if you touch my body.”

“For whose benefit? No thanks.”

“Hey! No! Don’t knead like that!”

“Why? Does it excite you when a man grabs you? I thought you liked women?”

“You too, d-damn it, even if you say you’re gay, wouldn’t you get excited if a woman kneaded your butt like this? Isn’t that normal?”

“Gay? I don’t discriminate between men and women.”

“Ah, anyway!”

Geon-woo pushed Mitchell’s shoulders. The more he resisted, the more his lower parts were stimulated. Geon-woo pushed with full force. However, Mitchell didn’t budge.

“Okay! I get it! I’m not curious anymore. That’s enough, so let go now. We should maintain proper physical distance.”

“This is maintaining it. I told you, I play dirty.”

“I didn’t say you could play with my body.”

“It’s the same thing.”

“Ugh.”

“But are you hard?”

Finally, Geon-woo heard what he absolutely didn’t want to hear. He felt wronged by his body getting excited by a man. This couldn’t be happening!

“Was I actually tricked? Are you gay? Is this some ploy to approach me in a different way? Why did you hide that you’re gay? Ah, is that part of your scheme too? It makes me feel like I should live up to your expectations. What do you think of my guess? Even now?”

Mitchell’s fingers were placed in a precarious position.

“Don’t talk nonsense! What gay! Just try doing anything stupid! It’ll be the death of both of us!”

No matter how much Geon-woo growled, Mitchell didn’t even blink. He just licked his lips and felt the blunt thing poking at his front.

“It feels better than I expected.”

In the moment Mitchell loosened his grip, Geon-woo finally succeeded in pushing him away. As the distance between them increased, Mitchell’s gaze naturally drifted downward. His eyes were drawn to Geon-woo’s thing bouncing like a freshly caught fish.

Mitchell licked his lips as he looked at Geon-woo’s slightly raised member. Like his face that had turned bright red from getting worked up, Geon-woo’s lower part also had a strange pink tinge. Even though it hadn’t really moved, the tip of his genitals was trembling subtly. It was hard to tell if the dickhead was being shy or scared.

Mitchell just wanted to touch that timidly wriggling thing with his hand. Wouldn’t that make Geon-woo get even more worked up?

‘Should I touch it….’

Mitchell, licking his lips, met Geon-woo’s gaze while imagining all sorts of things. Only then did Geon-woo press down on his own erect lower part. After briefly glaring at Mitchell, Geon-woo quickly turned and disappeared into the bathroom. The sound of the door slamming shut muffled Mitchell’s laughter.

“Ah, how should I eat this?”

Mitchell was lost in serious contemplation.

***

I quietly slipped out of the bathroom much later. Mitchell was sitting at the edge of the bed, looking at his laptop. I thought he wouldn’t have gone anywhere else, and indeed, it was as I expected.

Sighing inaudibly, I acted as if nothing had happened. Time was already racing towards midnight, and I was used to going to bed early. Normally, I would have been in bed trying to sleep by now.

After lingering near the bed, I casually got on. Since we had agreed to live together in this room, I intended to keep that promise.

There was no need to assert my pride from the first day over one small, no, heated issue.

I carefully got into the empty side of the bed after pulling back the covers. Mitchell didn’t even glance at me. I thought that was fortunate.

I pulled the covers up to my neck and quickly closed my eyes. It was a full-body signal saying I was going to sleep now, so don’t disturb me. I thought he might act however he wanted without caring about such things, but surprisingly, nothing happened.

Maybe because I was tense, I felt more awake as time passed. Finally unable to bear it, I spoke first.

“What time are you leaving tomorrow? You’ll be at the filming location all day, right?”

It’s almost like being a manager. Mitchell’s tendencies might hold me back, but I had to persevere and do my part of the job.

As I thought about following Mitchell around all day, watching his actions and trying to fully absorb him into myself, I already felt a heat below my navel from excitement.

It might be annoying, but Mitchell would probably feel something seeing me like this too.

Bothersome yet attention-grabbing.

Exactly the emotion I want from Mitchell.

“Leaving at 7. We might finish earlier than expected tomorrow. We can only use the road permitted for filming in the morning.”

“Oh, really?”

I slowly opened my eyes while listening to his kind answer. Mitchell was looking down at me. Feeling awkward at the sudden eye contact, I quickly averted my gaze. I prepared myself mentally while patting down the blanket and readjusting it. Then I looked up at Mitchell again. He was still looking at me.

“From what I hear, it sounds like a dangerous shoot tomorrow, so be careful.”

“Ah, right. I’m filming a kiss scene with Lydia tomorrow, aren’t I?”

Mitchell brought up something he didn’t need to mention. I already knew. Mitchell knew that I knew. But he deliberately brought it up.

“Didn’t you say you weren’t interested in Lydia?”

I didn’t like the idea of someone else occupying Mitchell’s mind.

I wanted him to think only of me. Only me!

“Ah, when you said it was a dangerous shoot, that came to mind. It is dangerous, isn’t it?”

“What does a dangerous shoot have to do with a kiss scene?”

“I’m the type to fall in love very easily.”

Shit. That is dangerous, isn’t it?