Chapter 93
“Mitchell.”
“Yeah?”
“I think I’m getting used to you.”
“In what way?”
“I like it when you touch my body.”
Mitchell smiled, but he didn’t believe those words.
“You say this now, but next time when I suggest we do it, you’ll run away again.”
“… That might happen. You know me well, don’t you?”
“Few people know you as well as I do. And it should stay that way.”
“Hmm.”
“You don’t have family, right?”
“No.”
“No friends either?”
“This is starting to feel a bit sad. I did have friends. We just don’t keep in touch now.”
“No close friends though?”
“…No.”
“And obviously no lover.”
“Obviously.”
“So, who’s left around you?”
Mitchell, who had come to the bathroom, carefully put Geon-woo down. Geon-woo, whose legs were weak and could barely stand, leaned against the bathtub wall to support himself.
“Only you, right?”
“That’s right. I’m the only one around you. Feeling sad?”
“No, not at all. I think having just you might be enough?”
His bright eyes showed no hint of lies, doubt, or sadness. They were eyes simply stating a fact.
“Then, what’s the conclusion?”
“…Why do you keep acting like a teacher? Asking what the conclusion is. I don’t know such things.”
Although it wasn’t a satisfactory answer, Mitchell didn’t press further. He just smiled kindly, his eyes crinkling.
Mitchell positioned Geon-woo in front of the shower and washed his backside.
“Haa…”
By now, Geon-woo had become comfortable enough to entrust his backside to Mitchell without worry, but that didn’t mean he had become numb or worn out. Rather, he felt his body was becoming more sensitive.
Mitchell’s earlier words about developing his body now made sense.
Even though it seemed clean inside, the fingers remained. Only when Geon-woo forcibly turned his body did the fingers withdraw.
“I’ll wash myself now.”
Geon-woo, facing forward, took the shower head and began washing his own body. Mitchell silently watched him from behind.
“By the way, Mitchell, you’re too sexy.”
Geon-woo said, glancing between Mitchell’s legs.
Mitchell, fully dressed in a suit with only his center exposed, made even another man feel peculiar.
Looking down to appreciate his own appearance, Mitchell brushed back the hair that had fallen on his forehead and turned his gaze to Geon-woo.
Mitchell was used to hearing all sorts of compliments like handsome or cool to the point of boredom. He had also heard that he looked sexy quite often, so he didn’t think much of it.
However, hearing praise from Geon-woo now was quite interesting.
“If I had a body as great as yours, I think I could go around showing it off like that too.”
Mitchell’s lower part was thick and handsome. Like its owner, it was beautifully and fiercely good-looking.
Geon-woo expressed his admiration without ulterior motives as he washed himself. Then Mitchell made a playful suggestion in a tone full of amusement.
“Wash mine too.”
He asked to be washed while still fully clothed with only his member exposed. Of course, Geon-woo, who wouldn’t refuse, quickly reached out and grasped Mitchell’s part. He sprayed water on it with the shower head and washed it. As he carefully cleaned it, rubbing thoroughly, it quickly became hard.
“You’re washing well to not dirty the clothes, right?”
Geon-woo, looking at the soiled area with hazy eyes, asked for praise for his minor skill.
“I should let you do this more often.”
Unlike Mitchell’s light smile, the lower part kept getting harder and bigger. Geon-woo couldn’t help but look at Mitchell’s expression.
‘Should I suck this?’
Geon-woo, who was now intuitive about these things, made the first move before Mitchell could say anything.
“Want me to suck it?”
Mitchell just smiled without answering.
“I’ll suck this, so you cook dinner.”
It was already late at night, and neither of them had eaten dinner yet. There were ingredients piled up in the refrigerator, all for Korean cuisine, but Geon-woo didn’t have the energy left to cook. Yet he was too hungry to just go to sleep.
“Alright.”
When Mitchell confidently agreed, Geon-woo turned off the shower lever and immediately sat down against the bathtub wall. He brought Mitchell in front of him and took the erect member fully into his mouth.
The play that seemed to have ended started again. What added to the excitement of Mitchell’s climax was Geon-woo’s face.
A little later, as Mitchell’s whole body began to lose strength, thin fluids clung to the corners of Geon-woo’s mouth. Geon-woo stuck out his tongue to lick it and grinned. He looked like a diligent worker who had completed all his tasks for the day on time.
***
Exhausted, I didn’t move an inch on the bed. No matter how good my stamina is, it’s not easy to endure against Mitchell. When dealing with him, my body tenses up and I unconsciously become nervous.
Due to the adrenaline that was boiling, I didn’t feel fatigue or pain at the time, but now, after all the pleasure has subsided, it’s all piled up in my body, turning me into a mess.
Bang! Crash!
If I could rest comfortably, at least the fatigue might subside… but hearing the sounds coming from the kitchen, I couldn’t relax even for a second.
Clang! Thud!
Eventually, I forced my heavy body up and put on Mitchell’s short-sleeved T-shirt that was hanging on the chair. I considered putting something on below but gave up. Walking to the dressing room was too bothersome.
“Um, Mitchell? How’s it going?”
I managed to speak while looking at the kitchen that seemed to have been hit by a bomb. He glanced at me casually and answered shamelessly.
“Ah, don’t worry. It’s going well.”
Does he not know the meaning of ‘going well’?
“It’s my first time cooking Korean food, so it’s taking a bit longer.”
Is it really just because it’s his first time?
“What are you making?”
“Kimchi stew. I found that it doesn’t really work well with a frying pan.”
Is it really just the frying pan that doesn’t work well?
“You go rest. I’ll call you in thirty minutes.”
Thirty minutes doesn’t mean thirty years, right?
“Let me ask just one thing. Did you wash this by any chance?”
The kimchi that should have been red had turned pale. The kimchi in the pot had already met its end as kimchi.
“Yeah, I washed it. I’m going to season it separately anyway.”
“…Where did you learn this recipe?”
I forced a smile and raised an eyebrow. I was itching to ask if this was baby food kimchi stew.
“You don’t need to know. I’ll do everything.”
Sure, you do it all and you eat it all.
“Go to the room. I’ll call you when it’s done.”
“Okay…”
“Just trust me.”
“Al-alright. I’ll try to trust you.”
Haha, I responded reluctantly and turned around. I trust Mitchell, but it’s hard to trust his cooking skills. Since he told me to trust him, I’ll step back for now… but I suspect tonight’s late-night meal might be bland cabbage soup.
I returned to the bedroom and sat on the bed. As I was about to lie down again, I went to the dressing room to find pants.
A few days ago, Mitchell had bought a lot of clothes that fit my size. He gifted me clothes sorted by brand, color, purpose, including underwear and even five pairs of shoes.
He piled up shopping bags like a mountain but didn’t show any particular emotion. He just briefly mentioned that I should wear these clothes from now on.
It made sense from Mitchell’s perspective. Since the burning of my house, he had decided to cover all expenses for me.
But I didn’t expect him to buy so generously. Actually, as long as the size fits, Mitchell’s clothes and my clothes are no different. I could have worn anything, but Mitchell bought a lot. I had been enjoying wearing Mitchell’s clothes, so I felt a bit disappointed, but I wore the new clothes as instructed.
“Huh?”
That’s when I entered the dressing room. I heard a vibration sound from somewhere. It was clearly a phone vibration.
I rummaged through the hanging clothes and followed the sound to find a storage cabinet inside. The vibration had stopped by then, but my curiosity was piqued, so I opened all the drawers.
I found the phone deep in the bottom drawer. Surprisingly, it was my old phone.
Didn’t he say he was going to cancel the contract? Why hasn’t he done it yet?
Tilting my head in confusion, I unlocked it. Since no one knew my current changed number, all the people who knew me would have contacted this phone.
When I checked the recent call log, the number that had just rung was at the top. Below were several unknown numbers. Among the list of missed calls, Inbeom Yoon’s name appeared the most.
I skimmed through it and went to the unread messages. Just below some useless ads was a message I had never seen before.
“……”
After scrolling through the conversation content, I put the phone back in its place and left the room as it was.
