I’m Not That Obsessive

Chapter 46

Wow!

An exclamation burst out involuntarily. I like thrilling rides but I’m also scared of them, so I’ve never really enjoyed them properly. I usually just close my eyes and scream “Aaaah!”, and by the time my soul returns, the ride is over, so I never dared to open my eyes.

But this is quite fun.

I was now performing acrobatics sitting on a long yellow tightrope, the kind you might see in a folk performance. Like a tightrope walker showing off to a king, I was leaping precariously on the tightrope and flying through the sky.

It’s a bit annoying that the rope keeps getting caught between my buttocks, but I feel good nonetheless.

Thump. Thump.

I float up into the sky, then come back down to the rope with a thump, then float up again, thump.

It’s obviously fun, and the feeling is strangely sticky, probably because the rope keeps getting caught between my buttocks. Still, the feeling of soaring into the sky is the best.

Hehe.

I laughed without realizing it.

I try to lift my buttocks more in sync with my bouncing body. Each time, the rope smacks my buttocks upward. Oddly, the rope between my buttocks seems to be getting bigger, which is strange, but who cares.

A passing bird pinched my chest and ran away, but I let it go because it was cute. My generosity is too great to catch that sparrow-like small bird.

Don’t pinch. It feels weird.

Even when I wave my hand, that rascal keeps pinching my chest and leaving, truly a mischievous sparrow.

Moreover, at some point, I became completely naked, but I was having so much fun on the tightrope that I didn’t care much. Of course, it was annoying that my lower part was flapping like wings every time I floated up. As if understanding my concern, another rope rolled around my thing and gripped it tightly.

It was embarrassing to be tied with a rope, but I was satisfied that it didn’t swing around on its own. Thanks to that, I could fly freely in the sky.

How nice it would be if I could enjoy this every day like today.

“Is it fun?” the rope asked me.

Yeah! It’s really fun.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

I think I might buy a tightrope for the house. A thick one.

***

“Ha.”

Mitchell sighed.

Geon-woo, who was clearly asleep, was overly enjoying himself without knowing his current situation. Mitchell found it so amusing that he picked up his phone but quickly gave up. He didn’t want to record this scene on video, knowing Geon-woo would hate it.

Mitchell, who had removed Geon-woo’s underwear, was already naked himself. He rubbed his now-erect member against Geon-woo’s buttocks.

He had only intended to sleep next to him, but when Geon-woo let out a pleased laugh, Mitchell pressed his body close like someone possessed by a demon. He didn’t intend to do anything to the sleeping Geon-woo, so at first, he just rubbed.

Yet there was no sign of waking up. Isn’t it Geon-woo’s fault for not waking up even when this is happening? Mitchell was making good use of what Geon-woo had said with his own mouth.

Then, just as he slightly twisted his body to change position for a moment, Geon-woo laughed. He thought he might have woken up, but that wasn’t the case. He seemed to be dreaming. Mitchell lifted his head slightly to examine Geon-woo’s face as he lay on his side.

Then he swung his hips forward. As he hit the inside of the buttocks, Geon-woo grinned as if he had been waiting for it.

He tried hitting again.

Hehe.

Thump.

Hehe.

Thump.

Heeeee.

Excited by the willing response, Mitchell started to probe between the buttocks in earnest. Just watching Geon-woo react to each touch built up dense excitement. As his lower part grew, Mitchell also quietly moaned.

He moved the arm that had been holding Geon-woo’s waist forward to pinch his chest. When he pulled and rubbed the protruding part, Geon-woo’s fingers weakly wiggled in small rebellion.

Then, when he gripped Geon-woo’s member in his hand, Geon-woo grinned. Then Geon-woo started moving his hips on his own.

“Rope… good… hm…”

He eventually blurted out incomprehensible Korean words and giggled. Mitchell clicked his tongue but continued to touch and observe Geon-woo endlessly. He wanted to wake him up at this point to see Geon-woo’s reaction, but decided not to disturb a good dream. After all, Mitchell was enjoying himself plenty too.

“Is it fun?”

Geon-woo mumbled in response as if answering. Though he couldn’t understand, it was clearly affirmative. He was curious about the Korean words Geon-woo had uttered, but decided to find out their meaning tomorrow and for now focused on his instincts.

The smile that spread across his face continued all night. The rope lodged between the buttocks… occupied that place until morning.

***

“Mm. Mmm.”

I forcibly lifted my heavy eyelids. After checking the early morning time on my phone that I had placed beside me, I yawned softly.

Thanks to the dream I had all night, I woke up in a good mood. As usual, the space beside me was empty.

Come to think of it, I seem to wake up to the sound of Mitchell showering every morning. I don’t know how he can be so diligent. I’ve never seen Mitchell being lazy.

“Aish.”

However, the good mood quickly dissipated when I discovered my empty lower half. The underwear I was definitely wearing when I fell asleep had disappeared by morning. I sometimes take off my clothes in my sleep, but I never remove my underwear. This was clearly Mitchell’s doing.

I sighed deeply as I raised my upper body. I removed the blanket and examined myself. I checked to see what that sly guy had done, but apart from being diligently erect from the morning, there was nothing particularly unusual. My underwear was strewn on the floor.

I quietly walked out, put on my underwear, and sat on the edge of the bed. As I was yawning widely, Mitchell came out a moment later.

He had pulled his underwear down so low that the tip of his thing was almost visible.

“Why do you keep taking off my underwear? Stop doing that.”

I didn’t get angry, but I lowered my voice. I tried to set the mood and growl like a tiger, but Mitchell treated me like a cat.

“Oh, scary.”

He mocked as he stood in front of me.

“If you feel wronged, you do it too.”

As he grabbed my nape and pulled me towards him, I buried my face in Mitchell’s stomach. It felt like hitting a hard steel plate. As he pulled my face down, his lower part caught on the tip of my chin.

I thought I might have to give him a morning service. To take that thick thing in my mouth like last time and suck until my jaw aches…

“I’ll tell you today’s schedule.”

Of course, it was my misunderstanding.

He talked about today’s schedule. While I was rubbing my face against his stomach, I still made sure to store all the important details in my head without missing anything.

“…So the filming will end before 4 o’clock. There’s one interview after that, but it won’t take long. I need to stop by the office too. If you’re hungry, I’ll give you a card so buy something to eat. But stay nearby. Don’t go far away.”

“No. I’ll wait and eat together with you.”

“Do as you like.”

“And Mitchell, I have money. Stop saying you’ll give me money. I hate relationships connected by money the most.”

“Does it look like our relationship is connected by a few bucks when you’re putting your face on my stomach and breathing? Why do you keep talking about money? I just said it without any particular meaning.”

“Then, what are we connected by?”

“……”

“I asked, what are we connected by?”

“Rope.”

“…What?”

“We’re connected by rope. Happy? Stop talking nonsense and get ready to go out.”

“Ah!”

Mitchell pinched my chest. He looked at me with a disapproving face and turned around.

I didn’t mind my chest being toyed with every time. Instead, the rope talk that came out of Mitchell’s mouth was quite shocking. It’s not like he peeked into my dream, so how on earth?

Is this fate?

Moved by this strange aspect, I sat dazed for a while, staring at where he had disappeared. When I heard the sound of a hair dryer, I quickly ran to him.

“What?”

“……”

“What is it?”

“……”

I just stood next to Mitchell and silently stared at him. Even I didn’t know why I was behaving like this.

It wasn’t boring to look at Mitchell’s face, which seemed especially handsome today. I realized anew that his appearance on screen doesn’t capture his real-life presence at all.

This guy without a sense of gratitude not only had a face but also a body. His tall height, sculpted muscles, and build were perfect for inducing jealousy in another man.

When I closed my mouth, Mitchell’s interest disappeared too. He turned his head forward and focused on drying his hair.

I traced my finger from Mitchell’s chest down to below his stomach. How can such smooth skin be so firm?

The rope in my dream was this sturdy too…

Usually, people form a strong bond with someone who appeared in their dream the night before, but in my case, it’s a rope. Playing pranks on Mitchell was also an extension of the dream that hadn’t fully ended yet.

I felt Mitchell’s glaring eyes on me. Mitchell, who had turned off the noisy hair dryer, silently met my eyes in the mirror for a long time.

Just as I thought it was an enigmatic gaze, he thrust his face towards me. As I reflexively moved my body backward at the approaching face, Mitchell ended up in an awkward posture. Although Mitchell immediately turned his head and straightened his body, the awkwardness didn’t disappear. Mitchell dispelled that awkward air with a single laugh.

“Go wash up.”

He left the room as if nothing had happened.