I’m Not That Obsessive

Chapter 80

What is this…?

He doesn’t seem particularly angry.

I quickly scanned Mitchell’s expression and nodded. Well, it would be stranger to get angry over such a trivial matter. My expectation of getting spanked for accidentally hitting his cheek was a bit excessive.

“Have you read the new script?”

“No, not yet.”

As I walked to the bedroom, Mitchell followed behind me. Even until I took a seat at the edge of the bed, Mitchell only looked at the script.

“I’ll go wash up first.”

He was so passionate that he even took the script into the bathroom. It seemed this guy was determined to help me. How touching.

If he had left the script behind, I could have checked in advance how the sex scene would unfold, which was a bit disappointing.

I stared quietly at the closed bathroom door, and when I heard the sound of water, I turned away. It seems my assumption that he was angry was just my imagination.

Feeling better quickly, I put on new briefs and took off my robe. Mitchell would probably take off my underwear anyway under the pretense of immersing himself in the acting, so there was no point in wearing it.

Limping to the living room, I retrieved my phone from my bag. While waiting for Mitchell, I lay back down on the bed and searched for Director Angelio.

I was curious about what had happened to him to change so much, as he used to prioritize the quality of his work over popularity.

After searching for a while, I found a short article.

[Director Angelio Lebano’s 10-year-old son in a coma after falling accident]

It was an article from almost a year ago. I didn’t know the current situation, but somehow I had a bad feeling about it.

“Insignificant awards don’t make money,” Mile had said.

Director Angelio had sighed at those words. He wouldn’t be a director who abandons his beliefs about film for money, but what if that money could save his son’s life?

While I was lost in thought, Mitchell came out. As always confident, he stood in front of the door drying himself. He made eye contact with me while drying his lower half with the towel.

“What are you looking at?”

Water droplets fell with each step he took, as he hadn’t dried himself properly. He was holding the script in one hand.

“Look at your body.”

“Why? Want to eat it?”

“How can you be so confident?”

“You should confidently say you want to eat this next time too.”

“Ugh.”

I confidently shook my head.

“By the way, do you know about Director Angelio’s son?”

“No. Why?”

When I showed him the article on my phone, Mitchell thought for a moment before picking up his own phone. He immediately called Mark. Mitchell kindly used his connections to give me detailed news.

“Apparently he woke up recently. But he needs surgery. I don’t know the exact progress.”

“Ah.”

“Anything else you want to know?”

“No, that’s all.”

Mitchell exchanged a few more words with Mark before hanging up. He put the phone on the bedside table, threw the towel on the chair, and tossed the script onto the bed. Then he came to me.

“Why suddenly ask about Director Angelio?”

“Just my thought, but I wondered if he needed money.”

“Because of the project? Since he’s doing things he doesn’t usually do?”

“Yeah.”

“Right. That’s true.”

“I really need to work hard. Actually, I didn’t like the script, but that doesn’t seem to be what’s important. I should put my heart and soul into making this movie a huge hit.”

“To put your heart and soul into it, shouldn’t you show your butt more prettily?”

“…Is that so?”

“I’ll have to help you for sure.”

I laughed awkwardly, scratching my forehead.

“What we’re about to do is the third sex scene.”

Mitchell smiled meaningfully. He held the script in his hand but didn’t open it.

“Huh? I don’t know what it is. Can I see it?”

“No need. You can do it just knowing the situation. We don’t need to memorize the lines now, just set the mood. Just the mood.”

“Is that possible?”

“Of course. These things are more about the body than the lines anyway. Oh, you know the new script wasn’t written by Director Angelio, right?”

“Really? No wonder!”

“Director initially set the framework of the original scenario, but when the production company changed, the existing scenario was heavily damaged. Now it seems another writer has been brought in, probably someone who specializes in sex scenes. But you can do it, right? No, you must. You said you’d put your heart and soul into it.”

“O-Of course.”

“I should tell you this in advance, but the new writer seems a bit perverted.”

“…”

“That’s okay, right?”

“Y-Yeah. Of course.”

It’s not okay at all, you writer bastard.

What on earth did you write…?

***

Surprisingly, I was fully clothed. I wore a white t-shirt, loose pajama pants, and even underwear underneath. I was taken aback, as I had expected him to start rubbing against me right away. It seemed Mitchell was really trying to help properly.

“So, this is Thomas’s house.”

Mitchell explained the situation while glancing at the script. He told me it was a scene where Thompson (playing Thomas) had just brought me (playing Lil) to his house after being discharged from the hospital.

“Ah, I know where this is.”

Having familiarized myself with the script, I immediately remembered which scene it was. Still, there would be a huge difference between remembering and actually seeing the script even once, but Mitchell kept the script to himself until the end.

“This is how I practice. You hear the general situation and try to reenact the scene on your own. It’s surprisingly helpful.”

Mitchell added an explanation for my puzzled look. This was the know-how of none other than Mitchell Cronenwirth, the god of acting. Having no choice but to trust him, I nodded enthusiastically like a new student in a new semester.

“Alright.”

“I’ll read this part for you briefly.”

Mitchell brought the script close to his face so I couldn’t see it. I was secretly curious, but I quickly changed my mind.

Soon, Mitchell’s voice reading the stage directions penetrated my ears.

“Thomas didn’t like Lil. He was angry at Lil for hiding his feelings while loving him. Because Lil wasn’t being honest, Thomas wanted to find out Lil’s true feelings, even if he had to use forceful methods. He intended to punish Lil.”

Mitchell threw the script onto the bed as if there was nothing more to see. Then he briefly explained.

“Thomas tries to forcibly discover Lil’s feelings, but Lil resists. From now on, you should resist. Try to desperately resist everything I do.”

“…Is that all?”

“Yeah.”

I rolled my eyes upward, thinking for a moment. Given the content, Lil, who dearly loves Thomas, wouldn’t refuse him, so why should I resist?

“Ah, um…”

Originally, Thomas was a crazy guy who tried to persuade Lil to love him and his current lover together. If the ‘punishment’ Thomas wanted to give Lil was against common sense, Lil might have resisted out of fear.

Having imagined the situation on my own, a plausible answer came to mind. I nodded confidently, inwardly praising my excellent script comprehension skills.

“I’ll give it a try.”

“You get the general situation, right? I’ll say the lines exactly as they are in the script, so you improvise accordingly.”

“Have you already memorized the lines?”

“It was quick.”

“Wow.”

I gathered my thoughts while lightly expressing admiration. Although acting without knowing the exact stage directions and only knowing the situation was unfamiliar, thinking of this as Hollywood-style acting practice somehow fired up my enthusiasm. It was also my first time acting with Mitchell, so I had a strong desire to do well.

“Let’s give it a try.”

“Okay. I’ll start.”

I waited as Mitchell said he would start first. There weren’t any specific lines, and I could only resist once Mitchell did something.

So I prepared myself mentally. I had clearly prepared, but Mitchell’s sudden attack was unexpected.

Mitchell pushed me down onto the floor and tore my shirt. I looked back at Mitchell pressing down on me, startled.

“Try to run away if you can. I’ll keep you by my side even if I have to kill you.”

“……”

I had boldly decided to improvise, but my mouth froze at this unexpected situation.

There are lines like this?

Wasn’t this supposed to be a boring, quiet melodrama?

“Mi-Mitchell… Ah, no! Thomas, why are you doing this?”

I stumbled a bit out of confusion, but I managed to deliver a line that Lil might say. Thinking of it as acting with improvisation, I started to get immersed little by little.

The Thomas I knew was an irresponsible playboy. He was trash for liking Lil and his current lover simultaneously, but his love for them was at least sincere.

Mitchell expressed Thomas’s sincerity somewhat violently. No, he must be following the script. Anyway, I quickly assessed the situation and shouted in line with my role.

“Don’t! I-I love you! There’s no reason for me to run away.”

It was clumsy at first, but I quickly composed myself. Mitchell gave a brief smile as if praising my acting.

That was the end of it.

Mitchell’s relaxed face suddenly crumpled, and he reenacted the brutality of a human scum. A fist came flying. I squeezed my eyes shut at the fist flying towards me.

Bang.

The sound of hitting the floor, not my face, echoed loudly. Even more startled than before, I tried to check Mitchell’s hand. With that kind of impact, he must have been hurt. Just as I was about to nag him for hitting the floor for real, Mitchell spoke first. He whispered to me with cold eyes.

“I don’t like a single person around you. I want to get rid of them all.”