I’m Not That Obsessive

Chapter 39

Mitchell grabbed Geon-woo’s nape, who was looking at him as if there was some problem. Geon-woo briefly thought that Mitchell really liked his nape.

“I like it when someone sucks mine whenever.”

“…Did Jeff do it often?”

“Whenever there was time and place. Even without me asking.”

“Ah…”

“Try it.”

Geon-woo scratched his forehead. Taking another man’s lower part in his mouth wasn’t an action easily accepted in a heterosexual’s mind.

Of course, he knew Mitchell was gay, but Geon-woo couldn’t help but avoid situations that didn’t fit his common sense.

It was a mistake. He hadn’t explored Mitchell’s gay lifestyle.

Despite being taken like that in the gym, in the car, and even at home, he had unconsciously been excluding Mitchell’s sexual preferences and treating him by heterosexual standards.

Of course, the fact that he had to make contact to perfectly possess Mitchell was clearly imprinted in his mind. It was just that putting that action into practice wasn’t easy.

The conflict between the reason he had maintained so far and his desire for Mitchell consumed time. The person who had confidently said he could learn anything had already disappeared.

Mitchell’s faint laughter was heard like a sigh.

It wasn’t mockery or joy. It was disappointment or frustration, as if he had expected this.

For a moment, Geon-woo vaguely realized what Mitchell was feeling.

Thump. Thump.

Huh?

Suddenly, he was startled by his beating heart. It felt like being punched in the solar plexus by a heavyweight boxer. With each punch, his heart sank down and then bounced back violently. It was both painful and exciting.

Surrounded by this peculiar feeling, Geon-woo looked at Mitchell while mentally tearing his hair out. He seemed to have unintentionally disappointed Mitchell. Mitchell’s face was expressionless, devoid of any emotion, but Geon-woo could guess. His hesitation had hurt Mitchell.

That’s why his heart was being bombarded by something unknown. Because he had made Mitchell sad.

‘This isn’t right.’

There was a long way to go. Geon-woo, who wanted to possess him quickly, sat up close to Mitchell. He reached out and smoothly pulled down Mitchell’s briefs. Since his pants were already at his knees, it wasn’t difficult to remove them.

The thick thing hidden under the underwear popped out. Having seen it plenty of times before, he could tell at a glance that it wasn’t fully erect. Still, its size and majesty were enormous as always.

He suddenly felt scared. Although he thought it would be fine since he had seen and touched it directly many times, he felt nervous about putting it in his mouth.

Touching with hands or rubbing bodies was playing on the outside, but invading the inside was a completely different matter.

Whether it was inside the mouth or anywhere else inside, Mitchell’s body was entering his inside. Entering and putting in…

“Mitchell.”

“Yeah?”

“It’s too embarrassing.”

“…You’re embarrassed, not feeling bad?”

“Why would I feel bad?”

Mitchell smiled faintly. This smile was different from before. Geon-woo felt the lingering anxiety disappear with that one smile. Simply because Mitchell was enjoying it.

Thanks to Mitchell, Geon-woo’s mood improved as well. Geon-woo suddenly questioned his own change. He had never been this assimilated with a target before.

Originally, he wanted to be the only one in Mitchell’s world. But now, he cared about Mitchell’s world itself.

He wished Mitchell’s world could be as blue as those green eyes. Peaceful, harmonious, overflowing with pleasure and vitality.

‘I have to make it that way.’

Geon-woo dreamed of living in that world.

“Now what should I do?”

Geon-woo gestured towards Mitchell’s lower part. With a sincere smile filling his face, he asked specifically what he should do. Even Mitchell hesitated this time at that dizzying sight.

“Try licking it.”

It felt like being licked by his voice even though nothing had been done. From ears to cheeks, down to the neck. Feeling ticklish regardless of the area, Geon-woo shrank his body.

He lapped at it like a dog drinking water. More like a large dog than a puppy, but an even larger dog was holding Geon-woo’s neck and pushing it down. Geon-woo thought his current action was close to involuntary voluntariness.

“Hoo.”

Mitchell’s moan sounded like a song. Mitchell’s trace lingering in his mouth was sticky on the tip of his tongue like caramel completely melted in the sunlight.

Caramel is still delicious even when its shape is distorted. Instead, it’s hard to eat and can even attract insects if not careful. The thought of having to exterminate insects suddenly occurred to him.

One of the insects hovering around Mitchell lives in Las Vegas. The fact that he had bitten Mitchell’s thing first and enjoyed its sweetness infuriated him.

Geon-woo, who had never cared about the past of his target subjects before, was different now. Just the thought that he wasn’t in Mitchell’s past made him feel sick.

Although what he was doing now was extremely lewd and alien, Geon-woo only thought of Mitchell.

Now Mitchell moved.

Mitchell’s hand occupying Geon-woo’s lower part was fast and precise. He was so good at attacking that Geon-woo felt a strange feeling in just a few minutes.

As his jaw started to ache, Geon-woo raised his body and drooped his shoulders. Then he talked about the emotions he had felt until now.

“No matter how I think about it, it’s too embarrassing.”

As if to prove those words, not only was Geon-woo’s voice completely hoarse, but his face was also flushed bright red.

His wavering gaze truly looked shy. The passionate sucking from just moments ago was nowhere to be seen.

“Ah, but I want to do it again.”

Yet, he still blurted out those mischievous words with a wide grin.

“I want to do it again because it seems like you really enjoy it.”

He was indeed very honest. At this honest display, Mitchell lightly licked his dry lips with his tongue. For some reason, he felt thirsty.

***

Junman waited. He waited and waited. He had been waiting for hours since Mitchell’s car was parked in front of the garage, but Mitchell never came.

Falling asleep while waiting, Junman greeted the morning in the brightly lit living room. It was already 9 o’clock. Irritation welled up.

Still, it seemed he hadn’t said anything to Geon-woo. If Geon-woo had known, he would have obviously come running to get angry, but it was quiet.

Just in case, he waited for Mitchell to go out. Since the car was parked outside the garage, there was a chance he might run into him.

After circling the front yard a couple of times, the two came out. Junman quickly hid in a blind spot and confirmed Geon-woo getting into the car.

Mitchell was on a call. Focused on the conversation, Mitchell’s steps were slow. Junman quickly jumped out before he got into the car. He hastily waved his hand to make Mitchell aware of his presence. The passenger door not opening meant Geon-woo probably didn’t know yet.

Fortunately, he made eye contact with Mitchell. Junman shrugged his shoulders as if to ask why he didn’t come yesterday, but Mitchell got into the car without a word.

“That bastard…”

He wasn’t even rejected, just completely ignored. Junman swallowed his anger as he watched the car disappear.

“Fine, let’s see how far this goes.”

If it doesn’t work directly, the only option is to use an acquaintance.

“Shit, why America of all places?”

Junman faced many obstacles. His plan to torment Geon-woo using Mitchell had gone awry, and his grand plan to kill Geon-woo was also stagnating.

While it might be different in Korea, there were many constraints to operating in America where he couldn’t even communicate. If he clumsily committed a crime here and slipped up, it would truly be the end of his life. Forget inheritance, he’d be lucky not to end up in prison. If he got locked up for committing a crime in America, could he be transferred to a Korean prison? He didn’t know that far.

The more he thought about the worst-case scenarios, the more timid his actions became. He had made a brutal plan to kill his brother, but in reality, that’s easier said than done… Thinking about the aftermath made him uneasy.

For now, Junman decided to start by using an acquaintance to torment his brother. After cornering Geon-woo, another solution might come to mind.

Hurrying back home, he found his phone and called an old acquaintance.

***

“…What’s with him?”

Geon-woo, noticing Junman, asked crookedly. Annoyed by the sight of him waving as if greeting, he took his eyes off the rearview mirror.

“Looks like he just wants to act like he knows us?”

Mitchell hid the fact that Junman had tried to make contact. It wasn’t so much that he deliberately tried to hide it, but rather that he judged it to be no big deal.

Junman was nothing to Mitchell. Just as there’s no need to tell Geon-woo about seeing a bug crawling diligently in front of the house.

Right now, Mitchell had only one thing on his mind.

“It ends at 11, right?”

Mitchell asked as he parked the car at the entrance of the gym. After glaring at the sign that read “DK Action,” he soon stretched his hand to the side. That hand naturally found its place on Geon-woo’s nape. Geon-woo also naturally accepted Mitchell’s touch as he answered.

“Yeah. It might be later. It’s supposed to be until 9, but we’re late now.”

Mitchell felt a bit of satisfaction at this sight.

“Didn’t you say the time was adjustable? It’s not just you there, so it’s fine. Just do it until 11 today.”

“I’ll have to go in and see first.”

“Come straight to the filming location when you’re done. Don’t wander off anywhere else.”

“What do you take me for? You’re stating the obvious.”

“I’ll come with you to the next class. I’ll try to make time. Not sure if I can, but…”

“Do you… have a similar condition to mine?”