I’m Not That Obsessive

Chapter 44

Mitchell, a star who enjoys pleasure, is surrounded by many people. He had more than enough ability to capriciously discard me and settle with someone else.

It’s troublesome that Mitchell is so great. He shines too brightly to make him my person. He’s an existence that shines brighter than the stars in the night sky. Dark things gather towards the light. I’m the same.

“Hm? Say it.”

I tried to reassure myself that I trust Mitchell, but no, I can’t trust him. Mitchell is difficult, and while I’m patient, Mitchell becomes difficult again, and my patience is gradually weakening.

Just because Mitchell met with Junman hyung alone.

Damn, at this point, is my mental strength that of a sunfish?

“……”

I want to read the thoughts hidden in those eyes looking at me. I wanted to know everything he was saying.

Just how long will our intimacy last? 5 days? Two weeks? A month? Surely not a year? As I was trying to gauge the time, Mitchell responded.

“One hour.”

“…What?”

What the hell?

So this is how a foreign worker feels when exploited by an evil boss. I came to a distant country hoping to live well, worked my ass off, only to meet a scoundrel who not only doesn’t pay minimum wage but also skimps on overtime and holiday pay. Tears were about to form from the injustice. My behind burned like angry, flushed cheeks.

“Then it’s already passed, hasn’t it?”

“That’s why we need to do it again.”

“Are you a con artist?”

“What about you, asking how long it’s good for after sleeping together just once? Should I stuff a few hundred dollars in your underwear to make you feel better?”

“…What? Why are you getting angry?”

Mitchell burst into laughter at my words. He threw his head back, letting out a hollow laugh as if my statement was absurdly ridiculous.

“Geon-woo.”

“…What?”

“From now on, only do this crazy stuff with me. Just try doing that kind of thing with other bastards and asking how long it’s good for.”

“Of course. I’ll only do it with you, no matter what. Don’t worry about that.”

Seemingly pleased with my answer, Mitchell’s hand grasped my t-shirt. He lifted the clothes up and dived straight for my chest. Then he immediately bit my chest and licked it with his tongue.

“Ugh!”

I fell back onto the bed, unable to handle the overwhelming force, but Mitchell didn’t stop. He fondled the other side of my chest with his hand. He briefly lifted his face after sucking my chest with a smacking sound.

“This is good for a day.”

Then he bit the reddened flesh again.

I couldn’t ask why the intimacy was only for an hour but biting my chest was good for a day. As bright red kiss marks were being imprinted on both sides of my chest, my soul was leaving my body in real-time.

Every time Mitchell bit my chest with his sharp teeth, an intense pleasure clawed through my entire body. And so, I got hard down there again.

…Why on earth?

***

Mitchell looked at Geon-woo, who came home panting. Geon-woo, who had gone to see Junman as soon as the sun rose, didn’t look happy.

“Did you meet him?”

“No. He’s not there.”

He grumbled that he didn’t know where Junman had gone from such an early hour, not even 8 AM. Junman’s friends were supposed to barge into the house tomorrow, but the very person who caused this situation was nowhere to be found.

“Mitchell, I’m sorry. I’ll send them away as soon as possible.”

Mitchell and Geon-woo’s houses were awkwardly close to be called neighbors, not allowing for privacy protection. They shared the same fence under the pretext of it being joint private property.

Just as Geon-woo was wary of Mitchell’s party guests, Mitchell might be uncomfortable with the uninvited guests coming to Geon-woo’s house, so Geon-woo apologized in advance.

Despite not being responsible for it, the family relationship made him do so.

“Did I tell you that house construction starts tomorrow?”

They planned to demolish the wooden cabin that the serial killer Seimon had used and build a second house on the opposite side. The modular house, which was mobile, was already at the completion stage and would arrive at their private property tomorrow.

Although it was a completed structure, construction work was necessary to create space for the structure and to repair it to make it suitable for use.

“Workers will be coming and going for a few days too. So having a few more people around isn’t a problem.”

“Really? That’s somewhat of a relief… Is it another wooden cabin this time?”

Mitchell personally chose the interior of the second house. It was an open-plan house with glass walls on all sides in a small space of about 33 square meters. There was no way to protect privacy there, so certain activities would only be possible when no one was around.

It was a sculpture with a deep intention to spend days naked, faithful only to instincts in nature. That was the new second house they were bringing in this time. Mitchell loved a primordial appearance one dimension higher than Geon-woo’s imagination. Some might call it a perverse tendency, but…

“You’ll see it for yourself later.”

“Can I sleep there when it’s finished? Sleeping in the middle of the forest sounds fun.”

“Of course.”

The two smiled the same smile while thinking different thoughts.

***

Today, Geon-woo’s day started at the filming location again. Some praised Geon-woo for his high passion for movies, while others spread rumors that Geon-woo had invested in this film. Geon-woo didn’t react to any of the rumors.

He sat in a corner, reading the script or just watching the filming. During outdoor shoots, he sometimes stayed in the car, but of course, only within sight of Mitchell. He never left Mitchell’s side.

Geon-woo constantly observed Mitchell, whom he had placed in his domain. Mitchell was friendly to some people but indifferent to others. If necessary, he would hide his hostility and disguise it with a smile. His acting continued even off-camera.

As if exploring Mitchell was the greatest achievement of his life, Geon-woo took in every detail of Mitchell. His mind was filled with nothing but Mitchell.

Now he just needed to change what was in Mitchell’s mind. Earning just an hour for intimacy… tsk. Still, he had earned a day by offering his chest. Geon-woo checked the time, satisfied with the current state of Mitchell’s mind. It seemed he needed to earn more diligently before tomorrow came.

“Excuse me, Mr. Geon-woo.”

Someone called out to Geon-woo, who didn’t want to miss any moment of Mitchell. A high-pitched voice pierced through Geon-woo’s thoughts. As his thoughts about Mitchell scattered, a familiar face came into view.

“Hello.”

It was Lydia, smiling brightly.

***

“Mitchell, are you tired? This is the last one.”

The director spoke to Mitchell, who had forgotten his lines. Mitchell made a rare mistake with his lines due to fatigue from several days of forced marches.

“I’m sorry.”

Although he was tired, it wasn’t enough to miss his lines. Mitchell glanced briefly at Geon-woo and Lydia chatting before continuing the filming.

After that, there were a few more NGs, taking a bit more time than other scenes. Mitchell couldn’t concentrate on acting because of Lydia whispering in Geon-woo’s ear.

Having finally finished today’s filming, Mitchell briefly greeted the director and staff before going to Geon-woo. He approached with faster steps than usual and wedged himself between the two. They were laughing continuously, seemingly having an interesting conversation.

“Mitchell, you’re here? Is filming over for today?”

When Lydia asked in her characteristically bright tone, Mitchell just nodded vaguely. He glanced to the side, and somehow Geon-woo looked in a good mood.

“Mr. Geon-woo, let’s meet again next time. I really have a lot to talk about seriously.”

“More than this?”

Lydia laughed happily at Geon-woo’s words. Covering her mouth as she laughed, she turned around with a lovely wink.

Geon-woo and Mitchell headed straight for the parking lot. Mitchell declined the stylist’s attempt to remove his injury makeup. In a hurry to get in the car, he listened to the emergency staff about tomorrow’s schedule.

“What were you talking about?”

Mitchell only opened his mouth when he was alone with Geon-woo. As far as Mitchell knew, Geon-woo and Lydia were people who had no point of connection to become close.

Didn’t Geon-woo dislike Lydia? Mitchell absolutely needed to know what conversation had just passed between them.

“Since when were you two close? What did you talk about that made you so happy?”

“Lydia is really funny.”

“……”

“You know what Lydia said to me?”

Mitchell hadn’t even started the car. He leaned one arm on the steering wheel and turned to Geon-woo.

“What did she say?”

“She asked what I thought of her. If I’d consider dating her.”

“…Lydia said that to you?”

“Yeah. Isn’t it funny? I’ve met Lydia maybe three or four times? This is the first time we’ve talked alone, and she says something like that. I knew she was direct, but this is really something. But I guess I’m not dead yet. To think I’d get a confession from an actress.”

Geon-woo’s eyes curved neatly. Joy flowed along the curves drawn in his eyes. His laughter shook his body so much that the vibration reached Mitchell. Mitchell was displeased, and because he was displeased, he turned his gaze away from Geon-woo. Yet he smiled along with Geon-woo.

“Are you going to date her?”

Mitchell asked as if it was nothing special and started the car. While not looking at Geon-woo, his ears were open to him. Suddenly, the impulsive thought of stepping on the accelerator with all his might and crashing the car into the opposite wall crossed Mitchell’s mind.

“Date what? Don’t say such nonsense.”

With those words, Mitchell turned the wheel and passed the wall. He also slightly lifted his foot that was about to step hard on the accelerator.