I’m Not That Obsessive

Chapter 76

Mitchell’s smile, as he looked up at me, was thickly coated with lewdness. His gaze, as he looked up at me, was truly beautiful. His green jewel-like eyes shone as if desperately craving me. They seemed to be brimming with moisture.

His blonde hair, catching the sunlight, shone brighter than a rainbow. Even such a lewd act, when done by Mitchell, felt like a sacred ceremony.

Not wanting to ruin the ceremony, I kept my mouth shut and stood my ground firmly. I intended to stay quiet until it was over.

Just then, Mitchell’s phone rang. As he took his phone out of his pocket, he briefly removed his face from my body.

“Yes, go ahead.”

With my lower body restrained, an unnecessary excitement surged. I wanted to move and spray water elsewhere, but Mitchell seemed to have no intention of letting me go.

This was Mitchell’s specialty. Making people anxious.

Not properly touching me but not letting go of my body either, I alone fidgeted impatiently. Unable to show it, I uselessly looked up at the sky.

“I’ll drop by personally in a few days… Yes. Let’s do as you suggested.”

Even while on the phone, his mischievous hand moved busily. He neglected neither touching my body nor his conversation.

Mitchell, a workaholic, not only worked hard as an actor but also seemed to be venturing into business recently.

He hadn’t told me separately, but being always by his side, I naturally came to know.

The influence of the name Mitchell is enormous.

With solid financial power, if his name is attached, even a broken mug handle would sell like hotcakes. With added premium, the price would skyrocket and be sold all over the world.

That had been the path Mitchell had paved so far. With just his naming, brand value would increase, so business failure seemed impossible, right?

When alone with me, he was just a pervert gay man craving my body, but when working, he was an admirable person in many ways.

As I was quietly eavesdropping on Mitchell’s conversation, trying to calm my excited feelings, our eyes met again.

“I understand. Let’s talk again. Yes.”

Mitchell, finishing the call, put his phone in his pocket and smiled at me. I tried to run away in defiance, but couldn’t move a step as Mitchell held my lower body. Mitchell positioned himself between my legs and once again placed his hands on my buttocks.

Mitchell always excited me. Just anticipating the pleasure Mitchell would bring made my body tremble.

The moment Mitchell brought his face down, I dropped the hose. I thought I should turn off the valve, but I couldn’t move at all.

The nozzle of the hose pointed skyward, spraying water everywhere. The water that went up came down like a spray, falling on us, feeling like a light drizzle.

I submissively gave my body to Mitchell as he wanted, but in fact, this was what I wanted too.

When I wore these loose shorts.

When I took off my T-shirt and came out to the living room.

When I knew Mitchell was looking.

When Mitchell followed me out to the front yard.

I had anticipated it all from the very beginning.

That Mitchell would touch me.

Perhaps I was the one who seduced Mitchell.

“Haa, huh.”

I didn’t know a man’s mouth could make someone so desperate. No, it was Mitchell’s mouth that subdued me. In the end, I was going all the way.

Unable to contain my excitement, I tilted my head back, feeling the drizzle settling on my face. Droplets of water fell into my open mouth.

***

“This, this isn’t right!”

Junman, pale with shock, shouted, unable to do anything. He couldn’t distinguish whether what was happening now was a dream or reality.

While his friends who had many complaints until the last day all returned to Korea, Junman still remained in America.

He couldn’t back down like this. If he did, not only would his relationship with Geon-woo end completely, but he wouldn’t be able to salvage even a penny. Since Geon-woo wouldn’t come to Korea, he had to settle things here.

But he had no money.

The acquaintances he had in America were all casual relationships, not close enough to borrow money from. Even if they were close, he had no intention of asking to borrow money, no matter what. Junman was a man with unnecessarily strong pride.

Not knowing what to do, he wandered and sat for a while on a bench in a dim park. That’s when he met a man. The man approached Junman and said he would give him money if he offered his body.

At first, he couldn’t understand a word the man was saying in English, but when the man spoke slowly, picking out each word, he finally understood.

“I’ll give you cash if you xxx with me.”

cash. xxx.

“Ca-cash is money, right? He says he’ll give me money? If I do that? xxx is money?”

“Yes. Xxx is money. How about that?”

“……”

His body had been around the block. He had slept with as many people as he had eaten meals. Of course, he had never done it with a man, but being in desperate need of money, the stranger’s offer was acceptable.

Putting it in a woman’s body or a man’s behind wouldn’t be that different, he thought.

It might be okay to try a new experience while at it. Besides, the man said he’d pay.

Staying in a cheap motel, eating hamburgers every time to save money instead of delicious food, it was all terrible.

He wanted to rush and meet Geon-woo right away, but he didn’t even know where his brother was. Mark had said they moved elsewhere until the house was rebuilt. Neither Geon-woo nor Mitchell were living in that place with the iron gate anymore.

They said Mitchell had also temporarily moved his residence because it might be noisy due to construction, but whether it was true or not, he couldn’t know.

He had actually gone there once. He rang the bell, but there was no response, so he gained nothing.

All Junman had was just Geon-woo’s phone number.

To such a Junman, the man before his eyes was an unexpected hope.

“Really? Re-really?”

“Yes.”

Was America a place where prostitution ran rampant even in broad daylight? It was questionable, but Junman, in desperate need of money, eventually nodded.

‘He might even add more money when he sees mine.’

Junman, proud of his size, felt thirsty after a long time. The man before him had quite a handsome face. It might be worth doing it with such a person.

Excited about experiencing something new for the first time in a while, Junman got into the back seat of the man’s car parked in a secluded place.

Junman was fine even when the man started to take off his pants and underwear. It was the natural order to undress the lower half first, after all.

But when the man only unzipped his own pants to take out his thing and made Junman lie face down, Junman finally realized that he wasn’t the one doing the eating, but the one being eaten.

Until now, Junman had firmly believed that he would be the one putting it in. If asked why, there was no particular reason. It was just natural.

He never imagined his behind would be penetrated. To think that the great Bae Junman would be on the receiving end.

“Wait, wait a moment!”

The man who had been acting kindly disappeared without a trace. As he tried to forcefully proceed, Junman trembled.

“Ah, aah! Hey, you bastard, wait! Stop! Stop! Show me the money. I’ll do it, so show me the money first! Money!”

Junman, who barely protected his behind by twisting his body painfully, tried to secure the money first. Using broken English and gestures, he indicated that he would offer his behind once the money was shown. The man, finally understanding, reached for the bag he had placed on the passenger seat.

The man took out all the bills from his wallet and handed them to Junman. After checking the amount, Junman let out a hollow laugh.

“…Five hundred dollars?”

Just that?

Junman fiddled with the bills for a while before putting them down on the floor. Then he rummaged through the man’s cloth briefcase without permission. Inside were a phone, business cards, a fountain pen, glasses case, and so on. Junman turned the bag upside down and dumped out its contents.

“Hey! What are you….”

As the man was saying something, Junman suddenly changed and put the bag over the man’s head. It happened so quickly that no one could react.

“Mmm! Mmm!”

Junman choked the man so he couldn’t breathe while striking his solar plexus. After hitting the same spot several times with all his might, the man coughed and gasped for air inside the bag.