Chapter 100
What he demanded was the false anecdote about Geon-woo that Inbeom Yoon had told him.
As soon as Mitchell heard Inbeom Yoon’s words, he felt a surge of anger but also wanted to see Geon-woo dancing naked. Even though he believed Geon-woo’s claim that he didn’t do such a thing in front of Inbeom Yoon, wanting to see that uninhibited appearance was a separate issue.
It was perfect timing – he would be naked, they would be far apart, perfect conditions. Not being right next to him would make Geon-woo less burdened about dancing too. How considerate of him.
– You said you’d grant my request.
Geon-woo’s eyes, half-closed from being drunk, suddenly doubled in size. Mitchell shook slightly, amused by the reaction itself. Mitchell was tactful enough not to laugh too openly.
“No, wait, Mitchell… You know that’s a lie, right? And even if you told me to dance with clothes on, I don’t think I could do it, let alone naked? Haha, you’ve really improved your jokes.”
Watching the flustered Geon-woo, Mitchell felt his body, stiff from fatigue, naturally relaxing. He had been tired from flying and running around all day, but Geon-woo, stark naked and blushing, acted as the perfect fatigue recovery. Of course, the flushed face was probably due to alcohol.
He was already lying in bed, and although it was through a phone screen, Geon-woo was there too. Mitchell felt as if he had come to New York with Geon-woo.
Geon-woo was alternating between frowning and smiling. It felt like this shouldn’t just be let go. Mitchell, wearing a mischievous smile, said:
– If you don’t want to dance, do something else.
“What else?”
– The most lewd act you can think of.
Normally, Geon-woo would have detested this, but if it was instead of dancing, he felt he could do it. After rolling his eyes towards the ceiling for a while, Geon-woo pinched his own chest.
“I wonder if this will make it bigger?”
He laughed, shrinking his body as if embarrassed. Even without alcohol, his face would have turned bright red.
– What else?
Mitchell turned to lie on his side. He placed the phone against the pillow, taking a more comfortable position.
“Hmm…”
After pondering for a moment, Geon-woo suddenly got up. His drunken body swayed, but fortunately, he managed to stand steadily. The thing between his legs swung left and right, briefly stirring excitement.
Then he immediately walked somewhere. Mitchell burst into laughter again as soon as he saw Geon-woo’s plump buttocks. A reddish peach-like bottom was swaying left and right. Geon-woo was once again strongly etched into his mind.
“Mitchell. Your… favorite…”
Due to Geon-woo’s slurred speech and mumbled pronunciation, Mitchell couldn’t understand what he was saying. Currently, Geon-woo was not in his right mind due to being drunk.
– Where are you going?
Mitchell thought about wanting to touch the buttocks that were hurriedly walking somewhere. But when Geon-woo opened a storage cabinet in the corner of the exercise room, took out an object, and came back, the tiny wish was immediately forgotten.
“Put it in? Right now, put it in?”
In Geon-woo’s hand was a device useful for nighttime activities.
***
“Ugh, my head hurts.”
I opened my eyes while pressing on my throbbing head. The hangover from yesterday’s drinking spree was terribly awful. Mixing drinks seemed to be the problem.
Next time, I’ll definitely not mix drinks and stick to just one.
Or maybe I should try whiskey. There are about a dozen unopened whiskey bottles in the corner of the liquor storage (it’s not just for alcohol, but that’s what I call it), and I’m thinking of giving it a try.
Mitchell didn’t buy them; he says they were gifts. I can’t touch gifts without permission, so drinking them right away was impossible.
Even while sprawled out with a hangover, I’m making plans for the next drinking session. What a drunkard.
As I was blankly staring at the ceiling, I naturally turned my head. Only then did I realize this was the exercise room, and I slowly recalled yesterday’s events.
I had a video call with Mitchell, right? Probably. And I was naked too.
“I was crazy…”
Uh… but what did I do? I couldn’t remember anything after touching my chest. I’m not usually the type to black out, but I must have overdone it yesterday.
As I forced myself up to contact Mitchell, I saw my phone right next to me on the floor. And next to it, a long object was lying there.
Why is that there?
Don’t tell me I… put that… in?
“Agh!”
Suddenly, the memories came flooding back.
No matter how much I clutched my head, the vivid memories wouldn’t disappear. The image of a lunatic using it recklessly while lying face down on the floor was clearly imprinted.
“Aaargh!”
It was the height of disgrace. Even if I can show everything to Mitchell, this was a bit too much. It’s fine for Mitchell to do perverse things to me, but becoming a pervert myself was a completely different matter.
“Haaaargh!”
As time passed, more horrific scenes struck my mind like a slap to the face.
“Mitchell, look at this. It can go in both front and back at the same time!”
I shook it back and forth.
“I’m doing well by myself, right?”
I showed off my buttocks, feeling proud.
“This won’t all go in, will it?”
For some reason, I rolled around on the floor with that body, and though I calmed down for a moment when I got tired…
“Mmm… Mitchell, I’ll try it by myself…”
In the end, I finished alone as a finale…
All these memories came back without missing a single detail. It was so awful that it completely sobered me up.
“I’ve gone crazy! You stupid bastard, if you’re drunk, just go to sleep. What were you doing! Damn it, damn it!”
I jumped up and kicked the device hard. It bounced off the wall and fell on my foot.
“Aaaaargh!”
That day, I screamed until my voice went hoarse.
***
Mitchell had recorded yesterday’s video call with Geon-woo. The entire conversation with Geon-woo was captured from start to finish.
Geon-woo talked calmly at first, then babbled drunkenly and awkwardly pinched his chest when told to do something lewd. Every time the naked body appeared on screen, Mitchell had to suppress his burning desire.
Finally, the most unbearable scene came. Geon-woo, smiling sheepishly, brought the device.
It was hard to tell if he was embarrassed or enjoying it. One thing was clear though – he was having a lot of fun.
Because the phone was placed right next to him as he lay face down, Mitchell could clearly see the erotic handiwork. Although Geon-woo struggled, he eventually used it all the way.
He spent some time catching his breath, seemingly exhausted.
Mitchell didn’t make any special requests. Geon-woo tormented his own body of his own accord.
“You, are you going to treat your body so recklessly when I’m not around?”
Unable to bear the fact that he wasn’t there in person, Mitchell said this. Then Geon-woo, blinking his eyes, rolled on the floor.
Roll, roll, roll.
He literally rolled his body.
Every time his buttocks touched the floor, a moan burst out, and Mitchell, watching this, burst into laughter.
After that, Geon-woo started moving on his own. Gasping moans, not-so-quick hand movements, and a face glancing at the phone while completely drunk. Mitchell took in every moment of Geon-woo.
The show only ended after he climaxed. Geon-woo fell asleep right after.
About an hour later, feeling uncomfortable in his sleep, Geon-woo pulled out the device.
It seemed he threw it carelessly, but it happened to hit the phone. The propped-up phone fell over, the screen went dark, and Mitchell had no choice but to end the call.
Mitchell started the video from the beginning and put his hand in his pants. He exhaled deeply and moved his lower part. Watching Geon-woo, Mitchell also wet his palm. It was a lot for doing it alone.
Having seen a video he couldn’t just ignore, he couldn’t sleep that night. As a result, he stayed up all night before boarding the plane.
On the return flight, Mitchell put earphones in. It was to watch the fresh new video.
His phone had a privacy protection film. The film blocked all angles, making it impossible for people around to peek, so he had watched Geon-woo’s video comfortably yesterday too, but for some reason, he was especially careful this time.
It felt like being the first to watch an unreleased movie. It was a video he couldn’t show anyone else and wanted to play as soon as possible.
The video played continuously on the plane. A total of 2 hours of footage. It took about an hour for Geon-woo to fool around and fall asleep. The video ends after another hour. Although it wasn’t a short video, it felt insufficient to Mitchell.
If the phone had kept filming Geon-woo, he probably wouldn’t have ended the call until the battery died. That was a bit disappointing.
Mitchell watched it over and over. No matter how many times he watched, he didn’t get tired of it, and a smile appeared on his face. As he quietly stared at the sleeping figure, Mitchell only wanted to get home quickly.
