I’m Not That Obsessive

Chapter 75

I didn’t want to know exactly what Mitchell meant by saying he did his best. If he said so himself, he must have truly given his all to them.

That’s why I was envious. I had never received such treatment. To think someone would act sincerely without even being paid.

I thought people would discard even their favorite person at the slightest flaw. That’s all I had seen around me.

“You’re envious?”

Mitchell put his arm around my shoulder and stood right next to me. The guy who had been touching my buttocks from behind was now looking down between my legs. Hearing him snicker, he seemed to be admiring what was peeking out below.

Focused on my conversation with Mitchell, I ignored his gaze.

“Just a bit envious.”

“Why? You want me to do it for you too?”

Mitchell’s breath touched my cheek. I ignored Mitchell looking at me and turned the hose in a different direction.

“No thanks. Not that contract thing.”

As I stepped away, Mitchell, who was clinging to me, followed.

“You know what? I’ve never dated a man before.”

Mitchell, who goes crazy for men, said he hadn’t actually made any of them his boyfriend.

“Though I’ve spent nights with many.”

So he didn’t need to have a boyfriend?

Ah, I forgot Mitchell was an unstable person.

“You failed at your first love, right? Got brutally rejected by a guy? Let me know too. I’ll tell you my story as well.”

I asked, recalling the video we shot in the motel bathtub. That was clearly the look of someone who had experienced pain in love. I asked about Mitchell’s past, which I had been curious about for a long time.

“You filmed what we did, right? Is it related to that?”

Mitchell generally feels good when touching me. Since his hand was on my buttocks now, I carefully probed into his past. I was even thinking of using my wish if necessary.

“Ah, the video? I filmed it in advance in case you ran away. If you ran, I could at least see you through that… Why is it so hot today? Give me that.”

Mitchell suddenly took the hose and washed his face. He splashed water freely, not caring if it sprayed everywhere. When he pushed back his wet bangs, he looked like a delinquent with too much hair wax.

His giggling face wasn’t serious at all, and the cut-off words weren’t continued.

Even after Mitchell put the hose back in my hand, a short silence followed the interrupted conversation. After a few seconds passed aimlessly, I finally found the words I had forgotten to say.

“But why would I run away? Talk sense.”

“Never mind then.”

“So why have you never dated a man?”

“Because there wasn’t anyone I liked enough to date.”

His slightly wet hand touched me down there. I just closed my legs a little, not reacting much.

“Mitchell, you really have high standards. You must have been surrounded by celebrities, and none of them were good enough?”

“That’s how it was, at least.”

“Did the men not approach you because they didn’t know you were gay?”

“That could be it.”

“Wow, isn’t it a waste to use your face like that?”

“I think I’ve used it so well that I’ve become the Mitchell Cronenwirth of today?”

“Ha. Ha. That’s true.”

It wasn’t boasting but fact, so I couldn’t think of anything to refute.

“If someone followed me around begging, ‘Please date me just once, let me stay by your side,’ something like that, there might be a chance I’d date them. For about 100 days?”

Hearing that arrogant thought, it seemed like he had been badly hurt by his first love and was under a curse. He says there’s a chance he’d date someone if they begged on their knees for 100 days. A chance. Not even a promise to date.

“…You’re kind of unpleasant, aren’t you?”

Despite my curse, Mitchell’s attention was all on my lower body. He played with what was peeking out of my clothes like a toy.

I moved my feet slightly to erase the gradually rising excitement. I pretended to water the grass evenly as I walked around, but my impatient lower half eventually grew larger.

It was also because Mitchell pulled on me hard whenever I tried to run away. I pretended not to notice. Whatever happened, I just focused on spraying water and talking.

“Anyway, that’s when I appeared? Now it’s awkward for you to date someone because of me.”

“Something like that.”

“What if, just what if, you found someone you liked. You like them enough to want to be lovers. Of course, you’d introduce them to me, right? But what if that bas… ahem, that person doesn’t like me. They really, really hate me being by your side. What would you do then?”

Mitchell wasn’t the type to answer my childish question straight. Instead, he threw a question back at me.

“What about you?”

“Huh?”

“If you couldn’t stand the sight of my lover, what would you do?”

“I’d tell you. That I don’t like them.”

“Tell me to break up?”

“Well… if I told you to break up, would you? I don’t think it would be like that…”

“If you tell me to break up, I’ll break up.”

“Then break up.”

“Okay.”

“……”

Wow… jackpot!

I didn’t bring this up hoping for this answer, but I unexpectedly hit the jackpot. I drove away his hypothetical lover.

Now I can drive away anyone who tries to become Mitchell’s lover in the future. If I just say I don’t like them, Mitchell will take care of it!

But why did this guy give such an important answer so easily?

Ah, because he’s touching my body…

“Really? I have high standards like you too. I’ll reject anyone who’s not exceptionally good.”

“That’s good.”

“……”

What’s good about that?

I thought I somewhat understood his unreadable answer because Mitchell’s current focus was on my body. Until just now, he was touching me casually, but now he had even sat down between my legs.

“It’s not right to touch so openly like that.”

It was a position clearly aimed at my lower half. Because he sat right in front of my buttocks, his face was extremely close to my lower body. When Mitchell lifted the hem of my pants, even the wind touched me down there. It felt strange.

“I’ve always touched you openly, though?”

That’s true. Although he added various compensations, in the end, he touched me.

“I know. But we’re outside.”

“So?”

“What if someone sees?”

“Who would see? Who would dare come in here?”

A mocking smile and ice-cold eyes. Despite the arrogant statement, it didn’t feel out of place coming from Mitchell.

In reality, we were surrounded by dense trees and bushes. It wasn’t the open front yard overlooking the neighborhood, but a secluded corner. Unless someone had sneaked onto private property, no one would see whatever we did. Except maybe the sun in the sky.

“Up there is fine too.”

When I looked up at the sky, he seemed to read my thoughts and assured me.

“When I lived in another house, someone flew a drone over my house. That bastard.”

Mitchell smiled, showing his neat teeth. I didn’t need to ask what happened to the person who flew the drone.

“Don’t worry about the second house or here. At least not in my space.”

While I nodded at his reassuring statement, Mitchell’s hands were busy.

He had rolled up the end of my shorts, making them into a triangle shape. This was no longer wearing pants.

My face heated up belatedly. Absorbed in conversation, I hadn’t realized Mitchell was gradually reducing the coverage of my pants.

It might have been less embarrassing to just take them off. I wished I at least had a t-shirt on.

Still, I decided not to react to Mitchell’s mischief happening below my legs. I just sighed quietly while spraying water. I couldn’t even go anywhere else since Mitchell had taken his position.

“Ahem, anyway Mitchell, if you get a lover, tell me. I’ll let you know what I think of them.”

“Okay.”

I’ll cut it off right away before even seeing them! I maintained a poker face while inwardly laughing mischievously.

The more time I spent with Mitchell, the less I wanted to share him with others. My greed was gradually growing larger.

If I could, I’d like to keep Mitchell from leaving this house. Confining him so he couldn’t meet anyone else at all. Then I could perfectly keep Mitchell all to myself.

But wouldn’t that make Mitchell miserable? It’s not like I’m imprisoning him, and I can’t make him stay home forever.

I looked down at Mitchell. He was now hugging both my thighs and rubbing his cheeks against them.

Seeing him sit comfortably with legs spread, hugging my lower body, made my chest feel ticklish for some reason. Not just my neck and stomach, but between my legs felt ticklish too. It was because of this person’s indecent acts on my body.

“I can’t move like this.”

I made a resistance that wasn’t even a fraction intense. Seeing Mitchell fuss over me had become my small pleasure lately.

Mitchell always wanted to eat me, but am I an easy man? Well… I’m not exactly difficult either.

Anyway, I shook my body to tell Mitchell to let go. That was a mistake. It misdirected and ended up pushing my lower body right into his face.

This was like blatantly advertising, “Please devour me.” I could clearly see Mitchell’s lips curling up.

“Did you do that on purpose?”