Chapter 155
My head throbbed at the thought of needing to have a serious conversation with Mitchell. But I let him continue with the skinship. Even in front of Malik.
Although I was currently avoiding Mitchell, it was because my feelings were complicated and I just didn’t want to talk, not because I wanted to reject him. I needed to express my intentions, so I let him do as he pleased.
Of course, my heart was trembling with tension, not knowing when we might get caught.
“I was planning to eat a light meal before drinking. Why are you in such a hurry? The food here is good.”
Malik asked me, tilting his head. Mitchell, who was sitting comfortably leaning back, also waited for my answer. Even then, Mitchell never removed his hand. As I was about to open my mouth, he firmly grasped my lower part. To hide my trembling body, I made an unnecessary large movement to grab the champagne bottle.
“I’ve had a lot of difficult things… I need to drink a bit.”
Flustered, I spouted nonsense and poured the champagne directly into my mouth. Trying to endure Mitchell’s touch while sober made my face burn as if I’d been slapped.
“Geon-woo seems weak with alcohol. His face is already red.”
Bull. Who gets drunk on this soft drink? Bring me soju, damn it. My mouth is on fire.
“Yes, I’m not good with alcohol… Please don’t mind me and continue your conversation.”
Simultaneously, I heard Mitchell’s snicker. His large hand teasingly rubbed my lower part.
“Come on, you say you’re weak with alcohol but you’re drinking straight from the bottle? You’re really something else.”
Yes, I know. I’m not normal. So please just order me some alcohol quickly. Before I go crazy!
“…Please order me some alcohol.”
I looked at Malik and then turned to Mitchell. Mitchell, who had been looking at me and laughing excitedly, finally ordered me some beer.
It was a bit difficult for me to move to order myself. Not only was Mitchell’s hand fiddling with my crotch, but my lower part was also conspicuously bulging without any shame.
Unfortunately, the outfit I was wearing was a thin, gray cotton tracksuit, making it particularly noticeable. With Mitchell rubbing just that area, it was about to create wrinkles in the clothing where there weren’t any before.
The mischievous hand only briefly left when an employee entered the room, and otherwise, it stuck to me like a shadow. It never even went above the table.
By the time the business-related conversation was wrapping up, we had finished eating. Mitchell, who had said he was hungry, barely touched his food, busy eating me, or rather, touching me. He only sipped a little champagne.
But I finished my meal perfectly, whether Mitchell was ravaging my lower part or not. I demolished the steak, french fries, a bottle of champagne, and three bottles of beer. But unfortunately, I wasn’t drunk at all. If I were a little tipsy, I could act more brazenly.
When Mitchell adjusted his position and put his hand inside my pants, I almost screamed. The direct contact on bare skin completely shattered what little patience I had managed to maintain. I clenched my teeth to suppress a rising moan.
I thought I had adapted to most things around Mitchell, but I was far from it. I froze up, unable to show any reaction. I wavered between whether I should dislike it or enjoy it.
To keep my sanity, I kept downing beer, and Mitchell endlessly caressed me. He slowly savored my skin, moving each finger one by one.
I’m going to lose it.
Cold sweat ran down my spine. Every time he touched my smooth, hair-free skin, my toes curled.
When my eyes met Malik’s, I grinned like a madman to hide the fact that I was nervous. Malik still treated me like a weirdo. Mitchell’s vicious hobby was about to make my heart give out.
“Mr. Geon-woo. You must be quite drunk. You keep smiling.”
It’s fine if Malik mocks me. He could even curse at me to my face right now. I just hoped he wouldn’t lean over and look under the table. Damn it.
The intoxication I thought was under control started to rise gradually. It was the result of continuously pouring champagne, five bottles of beer, and some unknown wine Malik had ordered for me down my throat. Even I, who was quite the drinker, was slowly starting to feel hazy.
But drinking is all about willpower.
And Mitchell’s grip strength…?
The constant torment down there would make the alcohol hit hard, but then I’d snap back to sobriety. It was a vicious cycle as I kept reaching for alcohol to forget the embarrassment.
“By the way, Geon-woo. What are these difficult things?”
I had just said anything, but Malik still remembered. Well, yes. There are many difficult things. But I had no intention of talking about them here, yet Mitchell jumped in and piled on the question.
“Yeah? What are these difficult things?”
…First, my body is struggling because of you, and second, my heart is struggling because of you.
I just quietly looked at Mitchell, unable to speak my true feelings.
When I was purely obsessed, I didn’t feel these emotions. But as the weight of emotions increased, a world I couldn’t even imagine appeared anew. It was really nice when I used to follow Mitchell around like a shadow, grinning foolishly.
“You said you had difficult things?”
When I didn’t respond, his gentle fingers suddenly changed. My lower part was bound like a hostage caught by a thug. He squeezed painfully, as if telling me to speak up.
As always, Mitchell didn’t hide what he wanted. He didn’t care whether Malik was there or not. If necessary, he was the type who could do even worse things right in front of Malik.
“Actually…”
As I unconsciously started to speak, Mitchell wiped the smile off his face and looked directly at me. His eyes, which had turned scary, were filled with persistence as if trying to dig out even one more truth. He relaxed his hand and gently caressed my lower part again.
“There’s someone I know…”
“Someone you know?”
Mitchell repeated my words and waited. It felt like I had come for confession. Like a holy priest… Ah, no.
A cathedral standing in the middle of an expensive downtown area. Father Mitchell of the most successful cathedral in this area, receiving tens of billions in donations. Such a person is listening to my worries. Except that in his hand is not a Bible, but my junior. Still, it was the same in that it made me pour out my inner thoughts fluently.
“Everyone likes that person. Everyone… I like them too. But I don’t want to say that I like them.”
“…Why?”
“…”
A long silence fell because I didn’t answer. I want to run away like this, but the door is behind Mitchell. Anyway, I can’t escape because my lower part is caught.
I gulped down the beer in front of me. Malik, who had put a french fry in his mouth, crossed his arms and looked at me. Mitchell stopped his busy hand and turned his body completely towards me.
Surprisingly, Malik didn’t rush me either. He stayed in his seat without moving, participating in the inexplicable silence. Maybe that’s why. It took a long time, but I finally opened my lips.
“I don’t know. I wish that person would figure out the reason instead of me.”
***
Mitchell thought that Geon-woo had feelings for him. He was planning to tell Geon-woo that he had feelings for him too when they got home today, but right now, Geon-woo was saying strange things.
He said he didn’t want to express his feelings. After confidently affirming “Yes” when asked if he wanted to love Mitchell, now he was backpedaling.
He even told Mitchell to figure out the reason.
He doesn’t know. Why should he know such a thing?
It probably wasn’t wordplay. He had no idea why Geon-woo didn’t want to say he liked him.
‘Could it be that ‘that person’ isn’t me?’
No, Mitchell was certain it couldn’t be. The ‘that person’ Geon-woo mentioned was himself. Geon-woo was always hard to understand, but now he had no idea what he was thinking.
Mitchell turned his head to the other side. He firmly kneaded Geon-woo’s front one last time before dropping his hand.
Finally, both of Mitchell’s hands were on the table. Geon-woo shifted his body and bumped shoulders with him, but Mitchell didn’t even look that way.
Knock knock.
After the knock, an employee came in and cleared away the empty plates, setting up new side dishes and beer. The owner of the place who came in next chatted with Malik. As he knew Mitchell too, he naturally asked how he was doing. Geon-woo quietly sipped his drink beside them.
Mitchell was constantly bothered by Geon-woo, who didn’t say a word and just kept drinking. The empty beer bottles on the table had already exceeded 10. Geon-woo had drunk all of that by himself.
Feeling upset, Mitchell had gently pushed him away, and Geon-woo didn’t cling to him but just quietly kept drinking. The shoulder that had initially bumped into him was now completely separated, with no points of contact between them.
Even while talking with Malik, Mitchell’s attention was entirely on Geon-woo. When he heard the sound of the eleventh bottle being opened, Mitchell finally raised the white flag. He lowered his hand again and caressed Geon-woo’s thigh, expressing that he should stop drinking. Then, a small “heh” sound came from beside him. He was softly giggling for some reason.
Geon-woo’s cheeks, raised in a smile, were flushed. Thanks to this, Mitchell’s mood, which had been unpleasant, revived. He still didn’t understand why Geon-woo didn’t want to confess, but what did it matter? Seeing Geon-woo’s smile, his frustrated feelings disappeared in an instant. Geon-woo wouldn’t leave him. That fact remained unchanged.
Mitchell didn’t raise his hands above the table again until they left that place.
