Chapter 1
What should we do at the Miami villa?
“It’s been a while.”
It really had been a long time. I only realized Mitchell’s forgotten perversity again when I came here to Miami.
“It’s been so long since you’ve done this. I’m glad you haven’t changed, but… that doesn’t seem quite right. Think about it again, Mitchell.”
“No. I won’t reconsider.”
“……”
I alternately looked at Mitchell and the luxurious villa behind him. I was facing an absurd situation where I might not even be able to enter if things went wrong.
“Hey, Mr. Mitchell Cronenwirth. Are you telling me to go back to New York without even seeing the villa after coming all the way here?”
“When did I say to go back to New York? I’m just asking you to follow the villa’s rules. Then you can enjoy as much as you want. Is that difficult?”
After finishing all the long schedules, we officially came to the Miami villa for a vacation. We plan to stay for about 2-3 weeks, but it might be longer depending on the situation. I packed a lot of luggage, intending to rest properly before leaving.
However, we had been arguing in front of the villa for 10 minutes now.
“Why are all the rules like that?”
“Everyone in Miami does it.”
“Don’t say such nonsense.”
“If I say so, it’s so.”
“What kind of person are you? Who do you think would accept such rules?”
“I’m not forcing you. If you don’t like it, you don’t have to. I’m not such a bad person.”
Mitchell adjusted his sunglasses. I stomped the ground with my foot, annoyed at those lips saying he wasn’t a bad person. The sound was insignificant because I was wearing slippers.
“By the way, I won’t lend you my car. Go by plane or bus, whatever you choose. You have a lot of money, don’t you?”
“…I didn’t bring any. Money.”
“Why?”
“Because you said it was fine! When I was about to pack my wallet, you said you’d take care of everything!”
“Ah, I think I might have said that. I don’t remember well. Anyway, if you want to leave, go on your own. If you don’t like that, go in there.”
Mitchell pointed to the villa.
Beyond the villa is the blue sea. The sun isn’t too hot, and the wind blows cool. It’s perfect weather for enjoying a vacation. It couldn’t be better.
But this damn pervert is interfering…
“Will you listen?”
Mitchell pointed to my luggage on top of the trunk. I glared at him, fuming. As I didn’t answer, Mitchell seemed to understand my intention.
Mitchell smiled brightly and slung both his bag and my bag over his shoulders. At any other time, I would have been grateful for him carrying the bags, but not now.
“It’ll be fun. Right?”
I didn’t answer his question.
I watched Mitchell walk away for a while before reluctantly moving my feet. In the end, I trudged along behind Mitchell.
***
The damn Miami villa rules were made by Mitchell. If Mitchell made them, it means they’re not normal. And I was the one who had to follow these rules.
The rule was ‘No wearing clothes inside the house.’
It seemed all the clothes I brought to wear here would be sleeping in the bag. This was because our perverse Mr. Mitchell had forbidden wearing clothes inside the villa.
“This isn’t clothes. It’s a big towel.”
As soon as I arrived at the villa, I showered and put on a robe. Fortunately, or unfortunately, the robe provided in the villa was made of towel material.
“It’s just a towel made in the shape of clothes. Who walks around the street in a robe like this? It’s not clothes. Right? Please say it’s not.”
If I couldn’t even wear this, I felt like I would lose my dignity as a human being. Would the anecdote of an actor who went crazy from shame be headlined in the newspapers?
Unable to tolerate that, I desperately clung to Mitchell and begged. It was tearful to have to choose between his perverse stubbornness and common sense.
“Okay, that’s not clothes. You can wear it.”
“Thank you, Mitchell!”
…Ah, shit.
Even while receiving permission for something obvious, I became aware of reality. Is this really right?
As my expression changed from a bright smile to a crumbling one, Mitchell grabbed my wrist and pulled me towards him. He did have some sensibility.
“You haven’t slept with me for a few days before coming here.”
Mitchell suddenly said.
As I was seated on Mitchell’s thigh, I habitually put my arms around his neck.
I hadn’t done anything with him for about a week before coming to the villa. When he tried to touch me, I pushed him away, and I even postponed the bath we used to take together once a week.
It’s absolutely, absolutely not because my feelings for Mitchell have changed. I simply refrained from using my body because I wanted to properly enjoy the villa, but Mitchell was misunderstanding me.
“Don’t tell me it’s because of that now…”
There was a reason for making the villa rules, and it was me. Because I prohibited contact, he cornered me using the villa. No, he might have made the rules on purpose in case I wouldn’t let him touch me even at the villa.
“So you’re taking it out on me? Because I didn’t play with you for a few days?”
“Yeah.”
A very clear answer.
Yeah.
He was quite honest. Usually, one would deny it or make excuses. Mitchell honestly confessed, regardless of whether he’d be called petty or not.
He put his hand inside my robe, feeling my back, then touching my waist and kneading my buttocks. As the loosely tied waist belt came undone, my smooth lower body was exposed.
“Mitchell, what you’re doing is… cute?”
In fact, it wasn’t cute at all. His eyes looking up at me were fierce, even burning. He had been just rubbing his hands and staying silent the whole way here, apparently trying to hold back that boiling desire.
I thought it would be okay if I rested for a few days and then let it burst at the end, but Mitchell was a person who wanted it to burst every day. I had missed that simple answer.
“You’ve been working out hard, huh?”
“Huh? Oh, well. I have.”
Mitchell touched my stomach and grinned. His hand naturally went lower. For some reason, I found myself watching Mitchell’s reactions. I met his eyes, then looked down, then hung onto his neck and hid my face.
I understood his intention to release all the pent-up desire from the past few days here, but this was Mitchell we’re talking about.
For some reason, I steeled myself. It seemed the vacation wouldn’t be much of a vacation.
“Mitchell… what are you doing?”
But Mitchell kept just teasingly touching me.
In fact, it wasn’t just Mitchell who had been holding back for today. I had too. I had unnecessarily held back my desire to do things with Mitchell, thinking I’d do it grandly at the villa.
This was the long-awaited villa, and we had cleaned ourselves thoroughly. There was no anxiety about having to go to work tomorrow, no unresolved worries or concerns. We just had to enjoy.
Yet Mitchell was just melting my insides and not entering the main stage. He finally made me open my mouth on my own.
“Do it properly.”
“Do what?”
“That.”
“Weren’t you bothered by it?”
“Ah, Mitchell…”
“Say it.”
“Let’s do that.”
“Say it specifically.”
He had a villainous face. Watching Mitchell enjoying himself made me feel so wronged that my insides were boiling.
Of course, I was the guilty one. Why did I reject Mitchell…
That day, I had to say what I wanted very specifically and in detail. I taught every act from start to finish all night long.
“How much more should I put in?”
“……”
Even though I was on the verge of going crazy, I saw the end. At the same time, I vowed never to postpone bedtime with Mitchell again.
***
Life at the villa was as excellent as I had thought. We slept in late every time, ate delicious food, and played in the pool, but sometimes we went to the nearby beach to enjoy surfing or the warm sunshine.
Of course, I couldn’t surf, so I just lay on the board. I watched our Mitchell enjoying surfing while lying on the board like that. He was good at surfing too. What couldn’t he do?
Each day in Miami was so enjoyable that it was a shame to see the day end. Even the bizarre rule of not wearing clothes inside the villa had become something I was used to now.
If you think of it as being a naturist, there’s nothing you can’t do. Of course, when Mitchell was around, my shoulders became timid, my hands naturally came together, and I became polite, but it was okay because it was Mitchell watching me like that.
I could think of it as the exercise room in the old LA house. Like the exercise room had gotten bigger. It was embarrassing, but not unpleasant. I just liked Mitchell smiling as he looked at me.
“Where are you sneaking around like a thief?”
I was caught while walking around on my tiptoes.
Today, Mitchell had gone surfing early in the morning, saying the waves were good. I refused Mitchell’s invitation to go together because I wanted to sleep more, and Mitchell returned to the villa after two hours.
But contrary to what he said, his hair wasn’t wet, as if he hadn’t gone surfing.
“Give me the card before I really become a thief. Let me go buy some food.”
As I spoke, I immediately went into the room to prepare to go out. I was taking out a T-shirt from the closet when it happened.
“What are you doing? Why the clothes?”
“There’s nothing to eat right now. I’m going to the mart to buy some food. You just went out and came back, so I’ll quickly go and come back.”
“But why the clothes? Why here?”
“…What?”
“This is inside the villa.”
He hadn’t said much when I went out until now, but suddenly he was saying strange things. He was saying not to wear clothes even here because it’s still inside the villa.
I quickly recalled what had happened today to understand why he was saying this.
“Geon-woo, let’s go out together.”
“I don’t want to. You go alone. I want to sleep more.”
“The wind is just right now, it’s perfect weather for surfing.”
“You’re the only one who surfs anyway, I can’t even do it. Go alone.”
“That’s why I said I’d teach you.”
“Mitchell. I want to sleep. Go away.”
“Teon said he’s coming too…”
“I want to sleep. Mitchell. Ugh.”
Then I hid under the blanket, covering myself up to the top of my head. Come to think of it, this was the first time Mitchell had gone out alone, leaving me behind.
Why did this person, who usually followed my opinion well when I said no, go out alone today… Wait… Teon?
Who was Teon again? Teon, Teon.
Ah, ah!
Mitchell’s youngest brother who lives in Miami and currently works as a painter.
Teon Cronenwirth!
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
