I’m Not That Obsessive

Chapter 30

Thud.

Thud.

This bastard.

After getting me all worked up without properly touching me, it feels like I’m carrying a fireball. But I couldn’t touch myself either.

“Mitchell… What are you doing?”

“Taking a break. The exercise is over.”

“Can I get up then?”

“No. Wait.”

“What am I, a dog?”

“Wait.”

“Ugh…”

Mitchell stared intently at my naked body as if conducting some experiment. It was driving me crazy.

Unable to bear it any longer, I raised my upper body. My sense of shame had long since exploded, and my flushed face had no chance to cool down. Heat had risen even to my chest area. I truly felt like crying.

“Mitchell. Is this how it’s going to be every time you ‘take it slow’?”

I asked calmly, trying to soothe myself. Wondering if this is how I’d have to spend every night with Mitchell after he returns from filming.

“Why? Want to go faster?”

“No, that’s not it… It’s just that you keep playing with my body.”

“You play with me too. Digging into my acquaintances, trying to share my time. Isn’t that all interest and play?”

I fell for my own trick. There was no way to refute. Of course, the direction we each want might be a bit different, but the context of craving the other person, whether mentally or physically, is the same. I couldn’t say it’s okay for me to do it but not for him.

Because of this, I couldn’t refuse no matter how much Mitchell played with my body. He was an intelligent gay madman who dug into weaknesses.

Due to Mitchell’s teasing, I remained aroused. Maybe it’s because I’m in front of Mitchell. Since he sees men as sexual objects, I kept having those thoughts too.

Being naked in front of Mitchell, my lower part hurt as if it were on fire. I couldn’t stand it.

Mitchell sat up. Just as I was harboring a small hope that he might leave, Mitchell positioned himself between my legs.

He spread his legs and placed them on my thighs. He sat so close that our fronts were almost touching.

My already red face heated up even more, and I was so flustered that I couldn’t even push Mitchell away.

“Uh…”

“What?”

Mitchell asked with a calm face, not rushed at all.

“Nothing…”

“You keep doing what you were doing.”

Mitchell is the gay one, but… Something felt unfair. But truly aroused, I couldn’t resist and moved my hand a little. Even if I think I have strong self-control, it seems I’m lacking in this area.

Although embarrassed, I couldn’t stop my arousal, so I had no choice but to use my hand.

Moving my hand diligently…

In the end,

I went all the way. Both of us did.

Goosebumps rose from my spine. What have I just done? Mitchell and I not only shared pleasure together, but the results also became one. Suddenly, my hair stood on end.

Mitchell had said that after mixing two different drinks, they can’t be separated like before. Now that two different bodily fluids have mixed, they can’t be separated either.

Ah, this is it.

The way for us to never be apart from each other.

I gained a great realization. This is how I need to mix with Mitchell. Whether mixing bodies or fluids. Then Mitchell can never be separated from me.

This also meant I had to protect Mitchell’s lower half from other people. I hadn’t intended to interfere with Mitchell’s sex life, whether with other men or women, but now my thoughts have changed.

I’ve discovered the real secret to truly possessing someone. For Mitchell to be completely mine, he must only do this with me.

“I think I understand now.”

My eyes met Mitchell’s. He seemed to have been looking at me all along. Although he was breathing heavily and his shoulders were heaving, there was no trembling in his gaze as he looked at me.

“We need to keep mixing.”

I declared. Having just entered Mitchell’s world, I could be certain. That thing Mitchell kept talking about.

“Do this only with me.”

***

Mitchell couldn’t help but laugh.

When had Geon-woo, who always recoiled and ran away, suddenly changed his stance? The pleasure he just experienced must have been exceptionally good, but Mitchell believed that a person’s innate nature couldn’t be changed.

So he approached Geon-woo carefully. Of course, Geon-woo probably wouldn’t agree with the word ‘carefully’.

Anyway, Mitchell gave him plenty of opportunity to run away. Even now.

When they reached climax together, he didn’t touch Geon-woo at all, letting him move entirely of his own will. Yet, Geon-woo not only touched himself but also grabbed Mitchell’s, finishing together. And now, not satisfied with just that, he’s saying they should only do this with each other.

Mitchell just laughed.

He could only laugh.

His body, having reached climax, felt pleasantly languid, and the person in front of him wanted an answer.

“That’s the plan.”

Mitchell whispered as naturally as breathing.

Geon-woo’s expectation wasn’t the reason for the response. Even if Geon-woo hadn’t said it, that was truly the intention. Since they would be together all the time except for work hours anyway, the plan was to tempt Geon-woo and enjoy that time. Thankfully, Geon-woo just mentioned it first.

Geon-woo was literally a man obsessed with his goal. Such powerful obsession was truly remarkable.

Mitchell was very pleased that he had become Geon-woo’s purpose and goal.

Seemingly satisfied with the answer, Geon-woo nodded and was about to get up when Mitchell pulled him back. He pushed Geon-woo down onto the mat and overlapped his body on top. Geon-woo’s round rabbit-like eyes signaled to stop immediately, but the beast who had gained the upper hand wasn’t so well-mannered. He said he wouldn’t devour him, just to let him keep touching. And so, he kept moving his body.

Mitchell looked down at Geon-woo, who had his eyes closed, savoring the afterglow of climax. He was enjoying this moment with an innocent face.

Geon-woo seemed weak to pleasure but appeared to have never really played properly before. Even when looking into Geon-woo’s scandals recently, there were hardly any sexual rumors. Such an otherworldly level of obsession, yet so sexually innocent – where did such a person come from?

Mitchell suddenly thought he wanted to nurture Geon-woo, who was like a budding sprout in the spring sun. Since he probably didn’t know much about this world, Mitchell wanted to teach him one by one, refine him. What he likes, what positions he enjoys, where to touch to make his body respond.

If he changed 180 degrees just from some hand play, wouldn’t he change even more with something beyond that? Maybe he would even rename his obsession.

Mitchell spent a long time like that, bodies overlapped with Geon-woo. All while having the brilliant idea of changing to a softer mat and banning clothes in the exercise room from now on.

***

I came out of the living room bathroom and entered the bedroom. Water sounds were still coming from the inner bathroom.

Just then, an alarm went off on Mitchell’s phone placed on the bedside table. Naturally glancing at the screen, I saw a message from Jeff had arrived.

[fuck! Dad’s finally about to go. Heading to your place next Thursday!]

After staring at the message for a while, I threw myself onto the bed.

Lying face down, I kept glancing at the closed bathroom door, just waiting for Mitchell. I was happy that I seemed to be getting closer to Mitchell, but on the other hand, I was scared too.

It was a path I had never taken before. No matter how unbiased I claim to be, that’s only possible when it’s not my business. When I’m the one on the game board, it’s a different story.

Still, I liked it. Just a little while ago, I enjoyed it so much that I’m too embarrassed to say it out loud.

I quietly placed my hand on my buttocks and kneaded the flesh. While listening to the water sounds, I even put my hand inside my underwear. It’s firm and soft. I didn’t notice when I touched it mindlessly, but when I touched it while thinking of Mitchell in the bathroom, strangely, my toes tingled.

I closed my eyes and imagined Mitchell’s body. The bedroom scenes of Mitchell and Jeff were now deleted from my mind. Only the lewd memories of what we just did in the exercise room came to mind. The two overlapping…

Click.

Shit.

Suddenly, the bathroom door opened. The water sound was clearly still there, but the unexpected door sound came out of nowhere. I froze still with my hand on my buttocks. Given the angle I was lying at relative to the bathroom door, the chances that Mitchell saw me were, I guarantee, 1,000%.

Why would he come out with the water still running? Doesn’t he know water is precious!

As the footsteps grew closer, I chose to pretend to be asleep, not opening my eyes. Though it would look unseemly to be asleep with my hand in my underwear, I thought it would be better than facing him and having a conversation in this situation.

Eventually, Mitchell stood in front of the bed. I felt his gaze looking down at me for a while, then his footsteps moved away and the water sound stopped. I tried to quickly remove my hand during this time, but Mitchell’s following laughter made me freeze. It seemed he was still watching me from afar.

While I hesitated, Mitchell returned and got on the bed.

The bed was wide enough to lie in any direction, but because I was lying diagonally across the middle, his position was awkward.

Still, Mitchell didn’t touch me. He just lay down next to me and laughed unpleasantly. I wish he would say something, but he just kept laughing.

Realizing my pretense was exposed, I tried to get up, but suddenly a hand entered my underwear, past my pants. Mitchell’s hand, next to mine, grabbed the rest of my buttocks.

“Ah.”

I’m not Sleeping Beauty; there’s no way I wouldn’t wake up from this level of skinship. Actually, it was too embarrassing to keep pretending to sleep.

I resignedly removed my hand from my pants and raised my upper body. I wasn’t particularly trying to run away from the bed. Mitchell, oblivious to this, pressed down on my buttocks.

“Every time I grab your thing, I answer your question.”

I struggled with my body as he held my buttocks, but soon gave up. I looked at Mitchell lying next to me and sighed with irritation, but he didn’t care at all.

“Add one more thing to that.”

“What?”

“If you let me touch your ass, I’ll grant your wish.”

“…Really?”

“Yeah.”

Giving up my ass once for a wish? Isn’t this too easy?

Of course, the position of the fingers currently kneading my buttocks is a bit unsettling, but it didn’t seem like I had much to lose. Mitchell could touch me as much as he wanted even without offering a wish as a condition, yet he’s offering to grant a wish. Obviously, I should take advantage of this.

“Is it a real wish? Can I really wish for anything?”

“As long as it’s not ‘give me all your wealth’ or ‘quit acting’, anything is possible.”

“Okay. Let’s do that.”

I quickly accepted the proposal, worried Mitchell might change his mind.

That day, Mitchell kneaded and rubbed my buttocks as if they were some kind of slime. I wasn’t sure whether to feel disappointed or grateful, but Mitchell fell asleep soon after, in a slanted position. Of course, he touched my buttocks enough to wear them out before falling asleep.

Anyway, I had paid the price, so Mitchell had to grant my wish. Without thinking too deeply, I already had a wish I wanted to make.

I was planning to ask him to completely cut off his relationship with Jeff. Would he really grant this?

I thought he wouldn’t reject the first wish since he had given his word. Mitchell’s hands, which had been moving diligently, had stopped a while ago but were still hot. I quietly looked at the sleeping Mitchell and softly lied.

“You said you’d grant my wish. Make sure you keep it.”

At that time, I had no idea. I didn’t know how far his definition of “ass” extended. How could my innocent self have known?

That “ass”… how could I have known it included the deep point between the buttocks…

With such a flimsy wordplay, Mitchell instantly took both my front and back. Of course, nothing would happen if I didn’t ask questions or make wishes to him. But I never knew how to refuse chocolate placed in my mouth.