I’m Not That Obsessive

Chapter 42

Mitchell didn’t touch mine, he just looked at it. He stared at it like examining an exhibit, uttering lewd words about wanting to suck it.

Even when he stretched out both hands, I thought he was going to touch it, but he simply grasped it. He examined it carefully, moving it this way and that.

Thanks to this, my face was flushed with heat. My restless legs trembled slightly.

“Mitchell… what are you doing?”

“I’m doing it.”

“This?”

“Doing it with my eyes.”

“Huh?”

“Do you want me to do it with my hands?”

“Umm…”

“Or with my mouth?”

Mitchell really has a talent for leaving me speechless. Isn’t it all similar regardless of what I want? It’s all equally embarrassing and awkward!

“Doing it with your eyes is a bit embarrassing. Just use your hands instead.”

Even though I was embarrassed, I absolutely didn’t push Mitchell away.

“You’ve really become gay now.”

“What are you saying? I like women.”

Mitchell laughed. It was a sneer, but somehow it seemed weak. He said something about heart or hard, but his voice was so low I couldn’t hear properly. No, was it ‘hard’? My thoughts were interrupted as Mitchell moved.

Now Mitchell attempted a lewd act not with his eyes or hands, but with his mouth. He buried his face between my legs.

“Ugh!”

“Let’s get home quickly.”

Mitchell, who had been playing down there for a while, raised his flushed face. Suddenly, looking down, I noticed the front of his pants was bulging as if something had been stuffed in.

I silently started the car, and my thing was still exposed. While I grabbed the gear lever, Mitchell held onto mine. They looked similar.

Perhaps because I imagined what we would do once we got home quickly, my mouth became dry. Although I was prepared, I kept wanting to postpone it.

The car passed through the iron gate and entered Mitchell’s garage. Even after the shutters were completely down, I couldn’t move. It was because Mitchell was still holding onto my lower part like a gear stick.

“Mitchell…”

I signaled with my eyes for him to let go. His hand finally came off after a while, but this man’s tyranny was just beginning.

“Don’t put that back in your pants.”

He was absolutely crazy.

I know well that Mitchell has perverted tendencies. Not all gay people are like Mitchell, as there are normal people among them too, so it’s probably just Mitchell who’s a pervert.

As I sat there unable to do anything, Mitchell, who had gotten out of the passenger seat, came around and opened the car door for me.

“Get out.”

If others saw this, they might think he was a considerate lover.

Someone come here and look at my lower part. There’s a telephone pole standing in a thick forest. I’m dying to show you.

“…How can I get out when my pants are stuck at my knees?”

I said, barely containing my anger.

“Just get out first. I’ll hold you.”

After sighing deeply, I stood up as if I had made up my mind. I pulled my pants up to my thighs, which made it possible to walk. However, every time my lower part dangled, my face flushed with it. It was beyond embarrassing.

“Mitchell, the clothes…”

“I want to keep looking. Just leave it.”

“Mitchell!”

“Nobody but me is going to see anyway. What’s so embarrassing?”

Although he wasn’t clearly smiling, there was a hint of a smile somewhere on Mitchell’s face. I’m not sure if it was his eyes that seemed about to laugh, the corners of his mouth trying to rise, his twitching cheeks, or his moving eyebrows, but anyway, he was smiling at me. I was so annoyed by his pretense of seriousness while thoroughly enjoying himself that I almost smacked the back of his head, but I held back with superhuman strength.

“Geon-woo. Think about it. This isn’t something you should be so angry about. I’m only thinking about you right now. And because of what we did today, I’ll probably only think about you for the next three days. I’ll think only of you for three whole days.”

“…”

“How about that?”

“…”

“Isn’t it killing?”

Mitchell knew me terribly well. He knows what I respond to and uses it accurately.

He was the first person like this for me. While Junman-hyung would just follow my words without thinking, Mitchell actively utilized my habits.

A smart yet annoying guy.

“…Yeah.”

A Mitchell who only thinks about me, that is indeed killing.

In the end, I gave up easily and started walking. Thinking that every time my lower part dangled, it was knocking on Mitchell’s brain made it bearable.

Mitchell’s gaze, with his hand on my shoulder, was constantly directed downwards. Judging by his unceasing smile, it seemed the knocking was working properly.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Although it’s a bit lewd, there’s no stronger imprinting than this, so it’s acceptable…

My flushed face proved my embarrassment, but I never touched my lowered pants again.

Even after entering the house, I maintained that awkward posture.

It might have seemed more normal to just take off the pants, but Mitchell didn’t let me do that either. He just passed by, chuckling as he saw me sitting on the sofa with my pants half-off.

The guy was loading something into the car and talking on the phone with someone. While he was doing his personal business, he didn’t let me do anything. It felt like only my precious part and I were left alone in the living room. I might be like a monkey trapped in a cage right now.

You’re certainly enjoying the view.

Since you’re here, why don’t you throw me some snacks?

I try speaking to the spectator as if I were a monkey.

“Mitchell. Hey, Mr. Mitchell?”

“……”

Of course, a human wouldn’t understand monkey language.

Fuck.

I cursed inwardly while waiting for Mitchell to finish his business. I was tapping my limp member when I made eye contact with Mitchell, who had just finished his call.

“Now go wash up.”

“Yes. Yes. I’ll do that, master.”

I went into the bathroom, sneering all the way. I was about to close the door but opened it wide again. Despite grumbling, I did as Mitchell wanted.

Although the method is shitty, and he actually used it, it’s welcome that Mitchell’s world is being filled with me.

I hummed a tune, forgetting when I was even angry. Mitchell’s laughter, which I had been hearing all along, seemed to mix with the sound of water. I’m not sure if it’s real or not. What’s certain is that my mood is gradually improving.

There are times when I’m furious, but since this is the person… I chose, I have to deal with it.

This thing between my legs is doing its job well. It’s fortunate that Mitchell is gay.

But when I finished showering and came out, an even bigger ordeal awaited me.

“What are you doing… there?”

It’s still broad daylight, and Mitchell is lying on the sofa wearing only triangular briefs. He has neither a script nor a phone in his hands.

Startled by this sight, I couldn’t take a step away from the bathroom door. I secretly tightened my bathrobe while watching Mitchell’s reaction. Something big might really happen today.

Haha.

I laughed awkwardly and sidled past Mitchell. I wasn’t wearing any underwear under the robe, so I tried to quickly enter the dressing room to steal and wear Mitchell’s underwear, but my small plan failed.

“Come here.”

Mitchell, sitting on the sofa, beckoned to me. His sitting posture with legs spread wide was quite threatening.

“…Okay.”

I walked towards Mitchell, pretending to be nonchalant.

At times like this, one should be confident. A predator might get excited seeing a gazelle that fears it, so it’s better to become a predator yourself. I deliberately walked with my chest out, confidently. The problem was that my momentary arrogance disappeared like it was washed away when the loosely tied waist string of my robe came undone.

Beads of sweat formed on my freshly washed forehead.

“Geon-woo.”

“Yes?”

“You said you’d obey your teacher, right?”

A film reel spun in my head. A scene from my past stopped before my eyes. There I was, blabbering nonsense about asking for teachings to be passed down to a novice.

The past me apologized to the present me, sweating profusely.

Now of all times?

“……”

Without answering, the sound of swallowing saliva resonated more grandly than an orchestra. The guy with one corner of his mouth raised reached out to me. His arm passed through my open robe and wrapped around my waist, pulling me towards him.

I was pulled towards him lifelessly like a rag doll. There wouldn’t be a rag doll with such a good body, but that’s what I was in front of Mitchell.

“Pret…”

What? Pretty?

It seemed like something strange came out of Mitchell’s mouth, but I couldn’t ask again. It was because he was continuously stroking my waist with both hands.

His hands traced my ribs and stopped at my pubic bone. His thumb touched the black forest, and the rest of his fingers dug into the narrow gap between my legs.

It felt like being at a massage parlor. Mitchell touched everywhere except the crucial part. When he kneaded my buttocks, I unconsciously thrust my front forward. I was trying to avoid having my buttocks grabbed, but instead, I ended up pushing my lower parts right in front of Mitchell’s face.

As the distance closed even more, Mitchell stared intently at my center. Without touching, he just looked while kneading my innocent buttocks.

“Are you teaching me now?”

I managed to say one thing.

“I’m going to teach you now. Lie down.”

He pointed to the sofa, which was as wide as a bed. It was a sofa big enough for two people to lie down, so we could probably do the deed here too. The only problem, if it was a problem, was that it was too bright.

“Really… lie down?”

“Yeah.”

“…Okay.”

This is the result of erasing Jeff from Mitchell. I’m not sure if Jeff has completely fallen away yet. But Mitchell won’t think about Jeff. So I needed to satisfy Mitchell’s desires.