Chapter 142
“Billion.”
When I said 10 billion, Mitchell chuckled. Seemingly unsatisfied, he requested a negotiation.
“Seems expensive.”
I barely suppressed a laugh at Mitchell’s rather haughty response and slightly lifted my t-shirt.
“How about this?”
Even after showing my body, Mitchell wasn’t satisfied.
“Show me below too.”
He downed the rest of his wine and put down the glass. Then, with his hands in his pockets, he stood askew and pointed with his eyes at my trouser legs.
“How lewd of you.”
“You’re the one who asked to be bought.”
I squirmed with the ticklish excitement bubbling up from my stomach. As I put my hands on my waistband, Mitchell crossed his arms and began to inspect me in earnest.
“I don’t sell my body to just anyone. If you don’t like it, we can stop.”
I slightly lowered my pants and then stopped. Mitchell then grabbed his own thing from inside his black sweatpants and casually took it out.
“Who said I don’t like it?”
Under his gaze that seemed to lick my skin, I stopped resisting. I took off my pants and underwear simultaneously. My body, heated by the alcohol, felt cool even at the touch of air.
Eventually, I took off my t-shirt too and dropped it on the floor. Completely naked, I looked up at Mitchell and his lower half. Intoxicated by the dreamy feeling, I spread my legs, and Mitchell raised one eyebrow.
“Should I buy this?”
“It’s because of you, Mr. Mitchell Cronenwirth.”
Mitchell’s eyes narrowed thinly. A strange light flashed in his pupils. His eyes, which had been flickering with blue flame-like light, distorted fiercely.
He couldn’t hold back any longer. Mitchell climbed on top of me.
I pounced on him who was going to buy me for a billion. Mitchell laughed out loud at the explicit sound.
His laughter, no different from usual, settled in my ears. Hearing him enjoy himself so directly suddenly made me feel embarrassed about the current situation.
It was a new feeling.
I didn’t know why I suddenly felt shy, given that we had already done everything.
I had my eyes closed, but I slowly opened them slightly and looked up. Past the clearly defined abs, over the sturdy chest, I found Mitchell’s face.
He wasn’t looking at me. When I stimulated his lower half, he stared at me. The more I stimulated, the deeper his gaze became.
Ah, what is this?
In fact, I avoided Mitchell’s eyes. As soon as I met his gaze, I felt my face heating up.
My heart raced at this strange sensation, different from excitement. Although we had been intimate many times before, my heart fluttered as if this was my first experience.
Only one thing had changed from before.
My feelings towards Mitchell.
Although love might not have been the starting point of my obsession, it had changed now. It didn’t matter when or where the love began. I realized that my obsession towards him wasn’t a simple emotion.
I like Mitchell.
His rough breathing seemed to lick my ears, and every part of me that touched him felt like it was sprinkled with carbonated water, popping and tingling. Just knowing that he was enjoying himself on top of me was enough to overwhelm me with pleasure. And here I am, unable to even meet his eyes for fear that these feelings of mine might be discovered.
Although I’m terribly confused, my feelings have become clear.
I must really love Mitchell.
Under his steady gaze, I had to avert my eyes again. I was surprised at how shy love could be.
I understand. We started the most secret and primal act before my inner feelings were sorted out.
“What are you doing?”
Mitchell pulled back and stood on his knees, trapping me in the middle. As his laughter subsided, only a faint smile remained.
“…Huh?”
I asked him while wiping my lips, slick with saliva. Even though he probably wasn’t satisfied yet, Mitchell was the first to pull away.
He leaned his upper body down to meet my gaze. He placed his hand next to my head and gently stroked my hair.
“Why are you avoiding my eyes?”
“When did I?”
Even as I spoke, my unfocused gaze wandered left and right. I blinked more than dozens of times. I knew better than anyone that my behavior was different from usual. An awkward laugh escaped me. I had hoped he wouldn’t notice, but of course, I couldn’t fool Mitchell.
I forcibly met Mitchell’s gaze. I felt my body hair standing on end, embarrassed by my naked body. But somehow, I thought I would have felt just as embarrassed even if I were clothed.
“Are you tired?”
Mitchell said as he lay down next to me. He made a pillow with his arm for my head and carefully embraced me. The soft and careful hug made my heart flutter again.
We had returned from Miami today. I thought we’d finally get some rest after sending Jeff off, but then Kim Dong-san called. To think I’d end up drinking until I was thoroughly drunk and doing this with Mitchell.
It would be a lie to say I wasn’t tired, but that wasn’t why I was avoiding Mitchell’s eyes.
How could I say it? I couldn’t just confess that my feelings for him had changed.
“I am a bit tired. My body feels limp.”
After letting Mitchell misunderstand, I exhaled a rough breath nestled in his arms. While saying my body felt limp, my breathing was only getting rougher.
Mitchell’s hand traveled down my back. He held me tight and felt around here and there. He even gripped and kneaded my buttocks with one hand, but it wasn’t a sexual touch.
Mitchell brushed up my messy bangs and touched my furrowed eyes. He poked my nose and traced my eyebrows with his index finger, calmly drawing my face with his fingertips.
Mitchell’s show of love had ended a little while ago. Our relationship had now returned to normal. Yet his actions still seemed special. It made one hopeful.
But Mitchell is originally this affectionate. It’s me, who has fallen in love with him, who’s attaching meaning to Mitchell’s actions.
“Shall we go inside and sleep?”
“No.”
“I thought you were tired?”
“How can I sleep leaving you like this?”
I slightly twisted my hips, pressing our centers together.
“I can do it alone.”
“Didn’t you say you never do it alone? That there’s always someone around?”
When I brought up a very old conversation, Mitchell slipped his hand between my buttocks.
“People change.”
Although his tone was playful, to me it sounded like words that pierced through my current situation.
“…That’s right. They do change.”
I pressed my lips against his smooth chest and blew out a breath. Then I moved immediately. As my heartbeat became strong enough for even me to feel, Mitchell smiled slightly and lowered his body.
I wanted to express my feelings right now. It was easy to hide my loving feelings in expressions of pleasure.
“Ah, ah… It feels so good.”
I was completely carried away by him.
As time passed, my body heated up and my breath became hot. The vivid sensation made my head melt white. It was a sensation I had never felt before. It felt like I, who had been living in borrowed bodies all this time, was existing as myself for the first time.
Because I had fallen in love with Mitchell, every act with him made me writhe.
But I shouldn’t mistake Mitchell’s desire for love. I resolved not to make that mistake.
“Look at me.”
It was still difficult to meet his eyes, but I carefully matched his gaze. I didn’t want him to notice the change in my feelings. Because I wasn’t ready yet.
I forcibly met his gaze. Fortunately, my face scrunched up in pleasure didn’t seem awkward.
Mitchell observed me without expression. Seeing him slightly furrow his brows, it seemed he was being stimulated below. In that moment, I naturally turned my face away.
“Geon-woo.”
Mitchell brushed back my disheveled bangs. I hadn’t styled my hair lately, so my bangs had grown quite long and kept poking my eyes.
“Geon-woo.”
As he kept calling me, I had no choice but to raise my head. Emerald eyes, deeply sunken, glared at me. Rough breaths flowed from my parted lips.
“You know you’re acting strange, right?”
“You’re saying I’m strange?”
“Why are you trembling like this?”
Mitchell asked, holding my finely trembling hand.
“…It just feels good because it’s been a while. But are you not going to do it? Should I keep going?”
Only then did Mitchell lay me down and position himself on top. All the while, he didn’t take his eyes off me for a moment. He was persistent.
This felt like the first time I was being devoured so slowly. Even with a feast laid out, unlike usual, he was just tasting instead of chewing and swallowing to his heart’s content.
With our gazes locked, we embraced, becoming completely one. When Mitchell finished, ridiculously, I shed tears. It was because I couldn’t control this feeling of being filled with love for Mitchell. I tried to hold it back, but it burst out in the end.
“Geon-woo.”
Surprised, Mitchell immediately examined my face. He even felt around with his hands to see if I was hurt anywhere.
“Why are you…”
“It’s because it feels good. It’s been so long.”
I needed to explain, but only obvious excuses came to mind. I quickly wiped away my tears, but Mitchell still stared at me with serious eyes.
“It feels so good doing it with you.”
I told him several times that it was nothing, blinking my teary eyes. Even Mitchell, who had looked grim, softened a bit, but he didn’t seem to have completely erased the seed of doubt. Perhaps because I closed my mouth first, Mitchell didn’t press further either.
In truth, I was also bewildered. Even I didn’t know I would cry like this. It was difficult to predict the fluctuations of emotions.
Fortunately, the tears dried quickly, and my eyes were soon filled with laughter.
“I’ll hear the reason why you cried today later.”
Just when I thought it would end quietly, Mitchell wouldn’t let it. He pressed his emotions into each syllable as he warned me.
“If you can’t say it now, make sure to explain later.”
I wanted to tell him that tears don’t only come from sadness, but I didn’t open my mouth carelessly for fear that I might end up telling the reason.
How could I confess that I cried in awe of my first time with the person I love?
“I will.”
I couldn’t say that I cried because I truly wanted to have you, because I was burning with desire.
Come to think of it, Director McKenney was wrong.
The saying that obsession is based on love.
No.
I really had simply been obsessed with Mitchell. What lay beneath wasn’t love.
However, as I stayed by Mitchell’s side for various reasons, love was added to my obsession. As it kept adding up, it turned into this state.
When obsession and love met, the emotion grew uncontrollably large. To the point of crying.
As I was afraid alone, not knowing if I could handle these feelings, Mitchell spoke.
“How do you act when you fall in love?”
Mitchell didn’t move away from me at all. He whispered with our hot flesh pressed together.
“I want to know.”
It was too difficult a question for me, who was just about to start loving. After moving my lips several times, I finally gave an ambiguous answer.
“…I don’t know. I’ve never been in love before.”
I couldn’t tell him that everything of mine directed towards him was love, that I was starting my first love right now.
