I’m Not That Obsessive

Chapter 29

I should never have forgotten that he’s gay!

I thought deeply yet lightly about embracing the diversity of all people, but it turned into an irreversible mistake. As time passed, I was the only one sinking deeper into this trap.

Mitchell likes men, and I’m in a position where I have to cater to such a Mitchell. Where else could he find an easier target to manipulate?

Just look at our current situation.

I’m naked, Mitchell’s in just a pair of briefs.

Yet, I lay face down in front of him as he instructed. Despite cursing and regretting inwardly, I follow Mitchell’s commands.

Normally, one should run away in this situation, but I’ve never been the first to push away someone who’s made it onto my list of interests, or rather… my obsession list. I’ve always wanted to stay with those I’m interested in until death.

No matter how well I treat them, they’ll eventually disappear and leave me, so I planned to do my best to stay by Mitchell’s side until the last day comes.

“Put the foam roller underneath.”

Even for a guy like this, that sincere feeling applied.

“Damn… Yeah, putting it…”

It might take a long time to get used to Mitchell’s lewd games.

“Lift your legs.”

I lay face down on the foam roller placed horizontally. With the roller pushed under my pelvis, he told me to lift both legs. This time it’s a hip-up exercise.

If only I were wearing just underwear, it would have been perfect. But I couldn’t even do that simple thing in front of Mitchell.

“Why are you flapping around so much? It’s not even a difficult exercise.”

“Get your hands off first!”

Somehow, Mitchell’s hands were now on my buttocks. Every time I lifted my legs, my buttocks tensed, and at the same time, Mitchell gripped them. No wonder I was flapping like a fish caught on a hook.

“I need to see if the muscles are lifting properly. Touching is the best way.”

“You can see with your eyes!”

“That’s not good enough. Don’t you like me helping you?”

I turned my head back sharply. Glaring at Mitchell, I sighed.

“Isn’t it obvious? Who exercises naked like this? With my butt exposed! You touching my butt!”

“But why are you doing it then?”

“…”

“Why are you doing everything I tell you to?”

Mitchell’s hands deliberately caressed my buttocks. I flapped again as his hands gripped the flesh.

“Do I have some dirt on you? Or are you desperate for success? Am I your sponsor or something?”

“None of the above.”

“Then say you don’t like it.”

“…”

“Tell me to get lost.”

“…”

“You can’t, can you?”

Yeah. I can’t.

I absolutely cannot refuse Mitchell.

“You’re the guy who wants to live only for me even though you don’t like me. So you have to do as I say. I’m not nice enough to leave alone someone who barged into my life like you did.”

His fingers had now invaded even deeper.

“Hey. Hey!”

“You know. I play really dirty.”

Mitchell looked straight into my glaring eyes and grinned.

I couldn’t resist violently. If I moved recklessly, it felt like the tightly gripped weak flesh would be torn off in his hands.

Honestly, I was a bit scared. He was gripping so hard that the embarrassment disappeared and only survival instinct remained. Mitchell looking down at me with a smile seemed a million times more chilling than a robber holding a knife to my throat.

“You said we’d take it slow. Don’t you think you’re rushing? You said with your own mouth that you’d eat me slowly. You said you’d go easy since it’s my first time, remember?”

Fearing he might tighten his grip if I upset him, I tried to soothe and placate him as carefully as possible. I’ll let you touch, so please just calm down.

“Mitchell, even if we go slow, I’m not going anywhere. You know that, right?”

“I know.”

“Then, your hand…”

“I’m already about to burst from going this slow. How can I go any slower than this?”

Mitchell touched me. My body went limp in response. Because of the foam roller underneath, my buttocks were raised, and my most important area was being mercilessly dominated by Mitchell.

“Geon-woo.”

“…What?”

“I really fucking want to do it.”

Mitchell said, squeezing out the words with gleaming eyes. If I slipped up even a little here, I might become the protagonist of the porn that unfolded on the bed, and in Mitchell’s phone, right now.

“But I’m holding back.”

“Uh… uh…”

“We’re exercising now, right? Exercising.”

Mitchell’s hand moved slowly, very slowly.

“Isn’t that right?”

“…Yes, it is.”

Right, we’re exercising now. Even though he’s touching my body freely, we’re clearly in the middle of exercising.

“You finally understand.”

Mitchell laughed briefly.

I quickly turned my head forward. I buried my face in the floor and resumed that damn thing called exercise.

While I lifted my legs upward, Mitchell’s hand was still playing with mine.

“Fuck. Fuck.”

I muttered quietly, hiding my face in my arms. It wasn’t meant for Mitchell to hear.

“Are you crying?”

“Who’s crying!”

“Then?”

“I’m just dumbfounded! My state right now…”

[

Buttocks grabbed during workout.

Actor B, who was exercising naked without fear in front of a gay man, had his buttocks grabbed by a fellow actor. It happened during a hip-up exercise while lying face down, and it’s causing controversy as B reportedly spread his legs first to seduce his fellow actor.

B apparently got extremely excited and cried on the spot. Afterwards, B used this incident as bait to blackmail his fellow actor into living together for life, to which the fellow actor gladly agreed, as revealed by SBB’s investigation. Meanwhile, B, who became extremely pleased…]

Argh!

This kind of article keeps spinning in my head. I hadn’t reached climax yet, but at this rate, it was only a matter of time.

Mitchell knew a man’s body too well. Even though I’m clearly heterosexual, I was getting excited by each of Mitchell’s hand movements, and I could predict that if this went any further, a very unfavorable situation would arise.

“Stop touching. I don’t think I can take anymore.”

I said as calmly as possible while catching my breath. It was my own kind of warning to Mitchell.

“Okay.”

Mitchell’s hand came off easier than I expected. Not knowing what he was planning to do next, I quickly turned my head back. As expected, Mitchell was smiling. His mouth opened.

“Lie on your back.”

Of course. He’s not the type to stop here.

“Ha…”

I let out a long sigh and slumped my body. I was endlessly learning the big lesson that you should never, ever! mess with a gay person.

At the same time, I belatedly realized how pure and innocent my plan to share all of someone’s time and stick by their side all day had been. What I had been doing didn’t even come close to lustful desire.

Meeting someone even worse than me made me feel it to the bone. Ah, Mitchell, Mitchell! This bastard!

“I said lie on your back, didn’t I?”

At his urging, I reluctantly turned my body as told. The curses that hadn’t quite made it out swirled inside my mouth.

Meanwhile, Mitchell had removed the foam roller. I naturally lay on my back, staring at the ceiling. Damn life.

“It’ll stand up on its own if you touch it. You know that too.”

I pleaded with him to understand, as we’re both men. Having my most private part exposed made me feel like the world was crumbling.

If my interest in Mitchell wasn’t greater than the embarrassment I was feeling now, this would be something I could never do.

Come to think of it, I’m really crazy too. I’ve just realized what kind of person I am. A crazier person dealing with a crazy person.

But what can I do?

This is how I live.

A self-deprecating sigh escaped involuntarily. I completely relaxed my body as if I had given up everything and waited for Mitchell’s next words. I turned my head, determined not to be surprised by whatever he said. My eyes met Mitchell’s, who had been staring at me continuously.

“I’ll say it one more time. If you don’t want to do it, leave. I don’t have a hobby of forcing people.”

I ended up laughing at Mitchell’s words.

“I’ll say it one more time too. I’m not leaving. I’m staying with you.”

I was a person who didn’t know how to stop the mad rush of my feelings.