Chapter 99
“Aaaargh. Mitcheeeeell!”
I screamed while lying on the sofa.
“I miss youuuuu!”
I called out for Mitchell in the quiet house.
Usually, I’m never bored even when alone, but today every minute feels like 100 years. It’s because Mitchell is coming back tomorrow.
Since getting close to Mitchell, has there been a day when I haven’t seen him for over 24 hours? No. It’s going to be a terrible two days until Mitchell returns.
I prepared to go out to drive away my miserable feelings. Thinking some fresh air might help, I headed towards the car parked outside the garage.
However, this Mitchell-like Mitchell had done a very Mitchell-like thing. Literally, Mitchell had “Mitchelled.”
At first, I was just puzzled that the car wouldn’t start. Then I noticed the hood was slightly open and got out of the car.
Wondering why it was open, I lifted the hood suspiciously and… wow.
Although I don’t know much about cars, I know there should be a battery in that empty space there.
That battery was missing.
“Is this crazy?”
It was obviously Mitchell’s doing. He had removed the car battery to prevent me from driving around. I don’t even know when he did this. I could probably find the hidden battery somewhere in the house, but I don’t know how to install it. And calling a mechanic would make it too big of a deal.
Chuckling in disbelief, I slammed the hood shut. Mitchell isn’t Mitchell for nothing. He might have even tampered with the iron gate to prevent it from opening from the inside. That would be just like Mitchell.
Not having the courage to check, I just went back into the house.
“Ugh! Such a diligent and admirable Mitchell! Our handsome Mitchell!”
I didn’t curse. I just grumbled loudly.
I changed into comfortable clothes and opened the fridge. Despite half of the Korean food Sandy bought during the day still remaining, I ignored it and only took out beer. I thought I might borrow the power of alcohol to chase away loneliness.
“It’s gone.”
After emptying three cans of beer, I ran out of cold beer. Mitchell doesn’t stock alcohol in the fridge.
But that doesn’t mean there’s no alcohol in this house. In the pantry next to the kitchen, boxes of beer were stacked. The beer Mitchell is currently advertising as a model tastes as amazing as Mitchell himself.
Of course, I ordered it. With Mitchell’s money.
As I was about to take out a couple of beers, the wine cellar right next to it caught my eye. Mitchell pretends to avoid alcohol, but he actually enjoys it.
The fact that there’s a wine cellar at home says it all. We even shared a bottle of wine each at the second house.
I don’t want to admit that Mitchell drinks better than me, but he’s an unusual heavy drinker. I don’t understand why he dislikes me drinking so much when he’s like that himself.
I took out a bottle of wine from the top of the wine cellar and put the lukewarm beer back in its place.
I came to the living room and started drinking wine in earnest. After emptying half the bottle, my mood fluctuated between good and bad. When I finished the whole bottle, I felt depressed. So I opened another one.
There was still no contact from Mitchell. He called after arriving in New York, but since then, communication had ceased.
He didn’t answer when I called. Instead, I only got one message saying he was busy and would contact me later.
“Where’s that guy who said he’d contact me so much it’d be annoying? Oh right, he went to New York.”
I muttered like a crazy person, took a sip of wine, looked at my phone, then gulped down another glass of wine.
Thoroughly drunk, I looked around the empty house and walked to the exercise room. With my phone in hand, I staggered to the door.
Then I took off my clothes. I followed the exercise room rules even without Mitchell there. Like a model citizen who obeys the law even without a police officer nearby, I followed Mitchell’s rules even in his absence. Without exception, I completely stripped and entered the exercise room.
Although I first flopped down on the soft mat, I really intended to exercise. Exercise is the best for clearing the mind. When the body suffers, there’s no room for the mind to wander.
Still, let’s rest for about 5 minutes first. It’s heartless to start right away.
After letting enough time pass, I got up. Looking in the full-length mirror opposite me, I saw myself with flushed cheeks.
My eyes were a bit unfocused, and my shoulders were slumped. My chest seemed unusually large. Even though I hadn’t touched it. I thought it might be due to Mitchell’s brainwashing.
It was then, as I turned my head to look at the exercise equipment. Just as I was wondering what to do first, a vibration sounded.
As soon as I saw the name on the screen, I hastily answered the phone.
“Mitchell!”
– What are you doing naked?
It was a video call.
– You’re at home now, right?
Mitchell assumed I would naturally be at home. Right, of course I should be at home after he did that to the car.
“Yeah. Exercise room.”
– Are you exercising? Naked?
“Yeah. Naked.”
Mitchell laughed happily. He looked around and then told me to wait a moment. After observing the screen intently, it seemed to be a hotel. Only after the sound of a door closing was heard did Mitchell show his face. He was loosening his tie.
– You’ve been drinking.
“How did you know?”
– Your face.
I looked up at the mirror. It would have been stranger not to notice such a flushed face.
“…Sorry.”
– For what?
“For drinking.”
– I don’t like you drinking, but I don’t want apologies for things like this. Someone might think I’m controlling your life.
I couldn’t help but laugh at Mitchell’s words.
“I’m the one doing the controlling, aren’t I?”
– That’s right. You’re the one controlling.
“But lately, it’s not working well.”
– It is working. I live as you control me. I’m doing what you want. Everything is going well according to your will, so don’t worry.
Mitchell’s words captivated me like a spell. Although we’re apart like this now, it sounded like we’d eventually go in the direction I want.
“Right!”
I smiled happily and rubbed my chest. Maybe because of the alcohol, my hands kept going to my heated body.
– Let me see too.
“What?”
Mitchell just laughed without saying anything. For a moment, the screen shook dizzily, then Mitchell appeared again. He was lying on the bed.
– Lower the phone a bit.
What would appear if I lowered it? My precious thing would show.
Without hesitation, I showed my plump lower part on the screen. Though he didn’t say much, I could feel Mitchell enjoying it from beyond the screen.
– Do what you were going to do.
What I was going to do was exercise, but due to the sudden appearance of an audience, it seemed I needed to change the activity. Looking around, I propped the phone against the mirror opposite me.
This captured my entire sitting figure on the screen. When I pulled myself closer to the mirror, the phone was trapped between my legs. The closest object was my precious thing.
“I was originally going to exercise. But I’ll play with you instead.”
– What shall we do?
“Just talk.”
– Talking is good.
My thing was caught between our conversation. We chatted about various things, using my still soft thing as a side dish.
When I said I’d never been to New York, Mitchell subtly teased me, saying it’s really nice here. If he hadn’t suggested coming together next time, I might have hidden my precious thing out of spite. The useful bait for Mitchell was handy everywhere.
“Being apart from you like this makes me feel a lot.”
– What did you feel?
“I can’t live a day without you. I tried to fill your head with me, but I got hit first. You never leave my mind for a moment. I’m addicted to you. It’s an incredibly powerful poison. This life is you… That’s what I felt.”
I answered while fondling my lower part. Although the appearance was a bit strange, I was quite serious in my own way.
Fortunately, Mitchell looked at me with the playfulness gone from his face. I wondered what Mitchell was thinking with his slightly furrowed brow and bitten lip.
– I thought you were stupid, but you’re smarter than I expected.
“Hey! You really…”
– Yeah, keep touching. Don’t take your hand off.
It seems he was watching everything even while pretending not to. I quietly grumbled and grabbed my lower part again.
– Since this life of yours is me, you only need me, right?
“Yeah. I only need you.”
I said this matter-of-factly while yawning. As time passed, the effects of alcohol increased. Far from exercising, I could barely even manage the call.
My head didn’t hurt and I felt good, but sleep was overwhelming me. Despite this being the call with Mitchell that I had so desperately wanted, my body wasn’t cooperating.
– Before you sleep, I have a request. I hope you’ll grant it.
Mitchell said to me as I was rubbing my eyes. He had quite a serious face. Out of anxiety, my hand involuntarily tensed. My lower part had already grown.
“Is it serious?”
– It could be serious depending on how you take it.
“…What is it?”
– You’ll grant my request, right?
“Let me hear it first.”
– You’ll grant it, right?
“…Okay.”
I don’t know what it is, but if it’s a request from Mitchell, I should grant it. As long as it’s not something like never seeing each other again, I can do anything. Anything.
– You.
Mitchell paused, building the atmosphere. Just as the creeping anxiety was unsettling me, Mitchell spoke.
– Dance for me. Naked.
“…What?”
Mitchell quietly laughed at Geon-woo’s comically gaping mouth.
– You danced in front of Inbeom Yoon, right? Do it for me too.
