The Gloomy Overseas Student Rewards His Hubby With Some Thirst Traps - Chapter 10

Chapter 10

Yu Yanshuang felt as though he had accidentally wandered into a spider’s den.

The search results he found left him flabbergasted, his heart racing and his face flushed with heat. It was all too much to handle.

One post described a gay man doing “terrible things” with his homophobic straight roommate’s underwear. Yu Yanshuang couldn’t even imagine doing something like that. If he took his own underwear and forced Sane to… Yu Yanshuang felt that he would be the one offended; it was simply revolting.

Another post mentioned a gay man secretly kissing his straight roommate’s lips while he was asleep…

Yu Yanshuang leaned over the faucet again and washed his lips a second time. How on earth did I get so lightheaded that I actually kissed him earlier?

It was terrifying.

Frowning, he continued reading. Someone else suggested that once, when their homophobic straight roommate was drunk, they used their hands for him… and even their feet…

He was following the thread closely until a post appeared that was “illustrated” with photos. An image popped up: a man’s foot stepping on a thigh covered in thick, curly black hair, positioned near an unignorable bulge.

Thud.

Startled, Yu Yanshuang dropped his phone. His delicate brows knit together in a grimace. He had never dared to look at intimacy between two men to such an extent; it was truly difficult for him to accept.

“What happened?”

A deep voice accompanied a knock on the door. Even though the voice was pleasant to the ear, it made Yu Yanshuang’s hair stand on end—the moment he imagined using his foot to step on that part of Sane, he felt a wave of excruciating discomfort!

Taking a deep breath, Yu Yanshuang muttered to himself, “I’m not going to torture myself like this… I should go talk to Garcia. He knows about this stuff best…”

He bent down to pick up his phone and checked it carefully. Fortunately, it wasn’t broken. There were so many scratches on the second-hand device that he couldn’t tell if there were any new ones anyway.

Yu Yanshuang brushed his stray hairs back, pulled the door open with an air of arrogance, and acted as if nothing had happened. Drying his hands, he said, “I’m in a good mood today, so I’ll let you off the hook for now!”

“By the way, your watch stays with me as collateral. And don’t forget those photos,” Yu Yanshuang threatened fiercely. “The next time I tell you to do something, you’d better be obedient.”

Sane’s grey eyes flickered with immense amusement, but on the surface, he lowered his head, clenched his fists, and said coldly, “What exactly will it take for you to leave me alone!”

Yu Yanshuang let out a soft snort. Leave Sane alone? Not that simple! Having finally gained the upper hand over Sane, he felt like things were finally going his way.

He pushed past the towering Sane. Why is this guy so big? He’s practically blocking the entire doorway!

Yu Yanshuang walked over to the coffee table by the sofa and picked up the watch to admire it. He had been eyeing this watch for a long time. It was a Patek Philippe Grandmaster Chime 6300G; dark blue sapphires surrounded a black dial. Yu Yanshuang couldn’t bear to put it down, feeling each gemstone before trying it on his wrist. It didn’t suit him nearly as well as it did Sane—it made his own wrist look thin and small.

He gave Sane a private glare. This watch cost tens of millions back home, yet Sane hadn’t cherished it at all—there were so many scratches on it!

What a waste of a divine object!

Worried the strap was too large and might slip off, Yu Yanshuang clutched it in his hand and looked at Sane.

Sane was still standing by the bathroom door, arms crossed, leaning against the wall. He was so tall and broad that he blocked more than half the doorway. The hallway lights were off, but the bright light from the bathroom cast half of Sane’s body into deep shadow while the other half was brilliantly illuminated.

Yu Yanshuang felt a strange sense of danger. He felt that when he tried to leave, he would inevitably have to pass Sane and might encounter something terrifying—just like what happened when he first entered the room.

He gripped the watch tighter, the sapphires digging into his palm.

Sane stepped aside to clear a path, raising an eyebrow. “Leaving?”

Yu Yanshuang swallowed, slowly walking toward Sane with every nerve on alert. He reminded him sternly, “I still have your photos. Don’t even think about retaliating afterward!”

Thump!

Just as Yu Yanshuang was about to pass, Sane suddenly reached out with one hand, his palm slamming against the wardrobe door with a heavy thud, trapping Yu Yanshuang against his chest.

Startled, Yu Yanshuang pressed his back tightly against the wall, crossing his arms over his chest in an attempt to protect himself. He looked up, eyes wide. “You!”

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to do anything to you. I want you to send me a copy of all those photos.”

Sane looked at Yu Yanshuang’s expression and let out a silent, light chuckle before speaking in a low voice.

Yu Yanshuang stammered, “Wh-what are you laughing at? Why do you want the photos?”

“I need to ensure that on the day you finally agree to let me go, all the photos are deleted. If I don’t have a copy, how can I verify that?” Sane countered.

Yu Yanshuang lowered his eyelashes. That makes sense…

He opened his phone and flipped through the photos one by one. To be honest, he never actually intended to leak them. Even if he did, he couldn’t let anyone see his own face. Sane minded being misunderstood as liking men, but wasn’t Yu Yanshuang the same?

However, the fact that he was afraid of being called gay was something Yu Yanshuang could never reveal; otherwise, Sane would use it against him.

Yu Yanshuang stole a glance at Sane. Sane’s back was to the light, making his expression unreadable, but he looked like a man who wouldn’t let him leave until he handed over the photos.

Biting his lip, Yu Yanshuang hesitated for a moment. “Fine. I’ll AirDrop them to you.”

After sending the photos, Sane moved aside to let him go.

Yu Yanshuang took two steps and looked back. Sane was standing there quietly, like a predator lying in wait. For a moment, he had the faint sensation of jumping from one fire pit into another.

However, Yu Yanshuang was sleepy again, and his brain was refusing to think. Back in his room, he held Sane’s watch against the backdrop of the city skyscrapers, snapped a high-end photo, and posted it to his social circle.

He also made sure to turn off the watch’s silent mode. Exactly when the minute hand hit the 30-minute mark, the watch emitted a crisp, classical chime. The “sound of money” lulled Yu Yanshuang into a happy sleep.

…

“Sane! Cool!”

“I can’t believe it—he just blew past seven people while carrying the ball!”

“This game was so worth it. Absolute victory through sheer power!”

On the green field, players were on the ground or leaning on their knees, panting. Only Sane, taking off his helmet with his chest heaving, looked like he hadn’t had enough.

Rodney, who was sprawled on the ground, muttered, “Sane! Why are you so crazy today? This was just a friendly match for the team, but it felt like you treated me like an enemy. You nearly broke my ribs.”

Sane didn’t answer. He removed his gear and downed a cup of water. After the release of the exercise, his expression carried a hint of relaxation. He picked up his phone, glanced at it, and his face immediately darkened.

“Who are you waiting for a message from? You’ve checked it eight hundred times today!” Rodney climbed up and grabbed a bottle of water.

Sane frowned. “None of your business.”

Someone approached and asked, “Are we all getting dinner together later?”

Just as Sane was about to decline, Rodney said boastfully, “I’m out. I’m going on a date with a Chinese beauty. My God… if I can land him, my life will be complete.”

The words “Chinese beauty” caught Sane’s attention. He slowly twisted the cap of his bottle, listening to their conversation.

The other person asked, “You’ve got someone new again? Well, you can definitely land him!”

Hearing gossip, the people around them gathered, staring at Rodney curiously. Only Sane kept his back to them.

“No, no, no. This pretty boy is my date’s roommate. I heard he’s straight,” Rodney’s eyes gleamed with excitement. “He won’t be easy to get, but straight guys all love sports cars, luxury watches, and gaming consoles. With my setup, I’ll definitely succeed.”

Sane asked abruptly, “Does your date have bleached white eyebrows?”

Usually, when Rodney talked about his dates, Sane would frown and leave. Everyone turned back to look at Sane in disbelief.

Rodney reminded him, “The Chinese beauty I’m talking about is a man, Sane. Don’t tell me you’re interested in the Asian type too?”

“Sane, maybe you should get an Asian lover. They’re very obedient and considerate, and they only look conservative,” interrupted a tall man in a No. 9 jersey with freckles on his face. “But in private, they’re really sluts—especially for us white guys. You just have to beckon with a finger to get them into bed.”

A group of men burst into lewd laughter, the conversation becoming increasingly graphic.

Sane frowned, looking down at the player in the No. 9 jersey with rebuke. “Is this your first time having sex? You have to brag about something like this?”

The group went silent instantly, followed by awkward laughter as the vibe shifted immediately.

Someone immediately pointed at Player No. 9. “Hahaha, maybe you’re just a stamp in someone else’s collection! Look at that honored face of yours. Are you that happy to be favored by a Chinese girl? You definitely didn’t lose your virginity until college.”

Player No. 9’s face flushed red instantly, but he didn’t dare talk back and make Sane angry, so he could only smile awkwardly.

Rodney raised his hand. “Alright, Sane. You’re right. But why are you suddenly interested in my date? If you’re not interested in Asian beauties, why ask?”

Sane’s expression turned ice-cold. He said indifferently, “Just asking out of boredom. I’m in a bad mood today; I’ll go to dinner with you.”

Rodney: “???”

He thought to himself: Bad mood? What’s that got to do with me! Was that person who just happily knocked over several people while carrying the ball possessed by a ghost?!

…

“Where did you go last night?” Garcia asked suggestively.

“Sigh, let me do it…”

Garcia put down his pen, stood up from his seat with a sigh, and took the horribly mangled clothes from Yu Yanshuang’s hands.

Yu Yanshuang tried to grab them back, saying stubbornly, “I can handle it!”

“This kind of clothing can’t be washed with water at all. If you keep pulling at it like that, you’ll ruin it!” Garcia said helplessly. “How did you develop these ‘young master’ habits? You refuse to use the public laundry machines, but you don’t know how to hand-wash things. You clearly have no money, yet your clothes are all made of expensive fabrics—not practical at all.”

Garcia paused. “But, if you become my boyfriend, I can wash your clothes every day and learn to cook the Chinese dishes you like…”

“Then I’d rather do it myself. Just teach me… which ones can’t be washed with water, and how should I wash them?” Yu Yanshuang’s face was tense. No wonder a dozen of his outfits had either shrunk or become hopelessly wrinkled.

Garcia gave a helpless smile and began teaching Yu Yanshuang how to distinguish materials.

Listening to Garcia’s patient instructions, Yu Yanshuang felt a bit dazed. It felt like it had been a long time since anyone had been this patient with him. If Garcia weren’t a man who liked him, they might have actually become friends.

However, when they got to Yu Yanshuang’s underwear, Yu Yanshuang quickly snatched it back, saying urgently, “I’ll do this one myself!”

“Cute~” Garcia teased in a playful tone.

That was how it always went. Every time Garcia used an ambiguous tone, Yu Yanshuang would huff and move Garcia further away in his heart.

Garcia wiped his hands. When he picked up his phone, his expression suddenly turned strange. He said, “Rodney said we’re having dinner tonight, and he’s bringing a friend.”

Yu Yanshuang said indifferently, “That’s fine. It’s not like we’re paying; it doesn’t matter how many people come.”

“But… that friend is Sane.”

Yu Yanshuang’s whole body froze. Behind him, Garcia had already started frantically grooming himself.

Garcia fumed, “Why didn’t you say so earlier! If I’d known, I would have gotten a facial! A body treatment! And done my hair!”