The Gloomy Overseas Student Rewards His Hubby With Some Thirst Traps - Chapter 15

Chapter 15

The hotel this time was even more secluded. Last time, he had booked a place in the city center, but this one was closer to the university, surrounded by estates and golf courses.

In the broad daylight, there were stretches of green lawns and musical fountains outside, with the occasional person walking a dog. Yu Yanshuang sat on the sofa by the window, waiting for Sane to finish showering and come out.

It felt strange and eerie—almost like a couple out on a hotel date.

Actually, Yu Yanshuang had been in a frantic rush to pin Sane to the bed the moment they entered the room, but Sane insisted on showering first. Yu Yanshuang thought Sane was trying to stall for time, but when he saw Sane toss both of his phones onto the nightstand without even looking at them, he let him go.

Yu Yanshuang had gone from pretending to study with his notebook, to sketching out a plan on a scratchpad for the photos, to finally counting the intervals of the musical fountain out of sheer boredom.

It had been nearly an hour. Why was Sane taking so long? Could he have another phone hidden on him?

Yu Yanshuang suddenly stood up in a panic and strode toward the bathroom door. He leaned close to the door; he could hear the sound of rushing water, but nothing else.

Thump.

Suddenly, there was a bumping sound against the door. The door opened halfway, revealing Sane’s broad shoulder and half of his full chest. Water droplets slid slowly down, disappearing into his beautiful abdominal muscles and tracing the curve of his V-line past his lean, powerful waist.

Sane’s gaze looked down at Yu Yanshuang. His grey eyes were thick and dark, and he remained silent in the steam-filled bathroom. Yu Yanshuang’s eyes widened as he looked up at the towering man, his voice trembling slightly: “W-what are you doing?”

Yu Yanshuang was starting to feel creeped out by the stare when Sane finally spoke, his voice carrying a hint of hoarseness: “Are you in that much of a hurry?”

“What? Who—who’s in a hurry? I’m very busy, I don’t have all day to wait for you!” Yu Yanshuang explained quickly.

The way Sane said it made him sound like a lustful man who couldn’t wait for his girlfriend to finish showering. He didn’t dare look at Sane again. There was an indescribable vibe coming from Sane now—one that made Yu Yanshuang feel like he was being targeted by a fierce bird of prey. It was truly frightening.

Yu Yanshuang turned away, but suddenly his nose caught a scent… He knit his eyebrows. Why did it smell so much like the “spilled” scent he occasionally noticed when he woke up in the morning? And it was very, very strong.

Click.

The door closed, and the scent of body wash masked that strange smell. Yu Yanshuang rubbed his nose. What was that? Was I hallucinating?

Wait, did he forget something? As he walked away, Yu Yanshuang suddenly remembered he had gone over there to check if Sane was hiding a phone. How did he forget so easily?

He turned and strode back just as Sane emerged wrapped in a bathrobe, head down as he tied the belt. Yu Yanshuang was moving too fast and slammed right into Sane’s chest.

“Ouch…”

Sane steadied Yu Yanshuang by the shoulders. The belt, which hadn’t been tied properly, fell to the floor. Sane ignored it, leaning down slightly to check on Yu Yanshuang’s nose.

Yu Yanshuang had hit Sane right in the middle of his chest, against a hard part of the ribcage. When he turned and hit him, he had instinctively raised his hands to block the impact; his hands were now resting on either side of Sane’s chest, his fingertips feeling a slight protrusion.

Before the soreness in his nose could fade, Sane’s grip on his shoulders tightened suddenly, as if he wanted to snap them. Yu Yanshuang blinked back the moisture in his eyes. As his vision cleared, he saw Sane’s thin lips pressed together, and the sensation under his hands became even more distinct.

His hands were resting right on the wide-open collar of the bathrobe. He was actually touching Sane’s pink nipples.

He felt a slight ripple under his palms—Sane seemed uncomfortable and flexed his muscles. Yu Yanshuang looked up and saw a faint flush on Sane’s cheeks.

Sane frowned, his voice strained as he said: “Are you going to let go?”

Yu Yanshuang suddenly broke into a wicked smile. He rubbed his hands across them roughly, feeling Sane’s fingers clench tighter and tighter.

“You’re too much of a bully, Yu,” Sane’s voice turned dark. “This isn’t fair. I should be allowed to do the same to you.”

Terrified, Yu Yanshuang immediately retracted his hands and clutched his own shoulders protectively. He said firmly: “Don’t even think about it! Don’t forget, I have those photos of you. You have to be obedient and listen to me!”

Sane straightened his collar and leaned down to pick up the belt. Since they were close, his wet, stray hairs brushed right against the waistband of Yu Yanshuang’s pants. For a moment, it felt damp. That faint, ghost-like touch made Yu Yanshuang take a big step back. He snapped: “You—you! Who told you to tie the belt? Just go lie on the bed like that!”

Sane held the belt and raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure? Just like this? Yu, have you forgotten that I don’t like being too close to men?”

I remember, of course! Why do you think I’m calling it ‘torturing’ you? Yu Yanshuang thought viciously. Since Sane dared to secretly look for a way to handle him, he wouldn’t show any mercy!

“Lie down!” Yu Yanshuang pointed at the bed, his chin tilted up in command.

Sane suppressed the corner of his mouth from curling up. As he brushed past Yu Yanshuang, he whispered in his ear: “Why? So it’s me you want to ride?”

“You… you’re not allowed to guess my thoughts! You’re finished today, Sane, let me tell you,” Yu Yanshuang pushed Sane, treating him like a prisoner.

Only through this kind of bluster could Yu Yanshuang ignore Sane’s towering physique—those broad shoulders, narrow waist, and the powerful calves visible beneath the bathrobe. He knew perfectly well that he lacked the physical advantage. If it weren’t for the blackmail material, he would have been easily overpowered and brutally “tortured” by Sane long ago.

He was certain Sane’s thighs were even more powerful, as football required extreme explosive strength. Yu Yanshuang had felt it that first night; when he was pinned to those thighs, he couldn’t move them an inch.

He had also gone to watch Sane’s football games, but only as a staff member since the tickets were too expensive. While Sane was running across the green field, covered in sweat and exploding with power to tackle others, Yu Yanshuang was carrying trash bags nearby, picking up the beer bottles the cheering crowd had thrown.

At that time, Yu Yanshuang’s jealousy had turned into hatred. He was very good at basketball, especially three-pointers. He used to be cheered for like that, too—his name shouted by a crowd with that same surging, respectful passion. The stadium had an echoing effect, and Sane’s name had rung in Yu Yanshuang’s ears with heavy impact. Every shout made Yu Yanshuang’s heart ache; his blood had turned cold amidst the boisterous noise.

Standing there with his bag of beer bottles, watching Sane surrounded and congratulated by his teammates, Yu Yanshuang had stared at him gloomily.

But now, the star of the show was lying on the clean white sheets wearing nothing but a bathrobe. That handsome, model-like face was cold and displeased, his thin lips pressed tight, but those grey eyes held only him. Now, Sane could only see him.

Yu Yanshuang’s heart began to race. His blood boiled. He climbed onto the bed and sat on Sane’s stomach just as he had that night, looking down at him. The strong, towering man was in a state of disarray, while the slender boy was fully dressed, sitting on him like an exquisite porcelain doll.

Sane’s gaze never wavered, staying fixed on Yu Yanshuang’s beautiful face and his dark eyes, which were sparkling with excitement—as if he wanted to imprint this image into his very bones.

Yu Yanshuang murmured: “Sane, I’m doing this to you because you asked for it!”

The words felt like a justification—as if his bullying was righteous and just. He reached out with a trembling hand and pressed his entire palm against the man’s chest muscle. It was soft for a second before turning rock-hard from the tension.

A sigh of pleasure nearly escaped Sane’s throat. Not enough… He finally raised a hand to cover his eyes, turning his face away. “It’s not too late to stop now, Yu.”

In Yu Yanshuang’s eyes, this looked like Sane was feeling ashamed! He grew even more wicked, pulling out his phone and leaning in to pull Sane’s hand away. “Sane, I want you to look at me! Look at how I tease you!”

Sane’s muscles were honed through sports; his proportions and strength were undeniably as beautiful as a sculpture. The curtains weren’t drawn, and the sunlight fell across Sane’s tense body, highlighting the blocks of his rectus abdominis perfectly framed by his obliques. He looked almost sacred, beyond desecration.

Yet Yu Yanshuang was desecrating him. He had to admit that such a sturdy, powerful physique with such defined lines made him even more excited, because it reminded him—right now, he was bullying a mature man who was many times stronger than him.

He quickly and maliciously pinched him; the pink areas grew deeper in color from the blood flow.

Click.

Yu Yanshuang captured Sane’s look of endurance and his own mischievous hand. He took several photos in a row, his fingers moving and causing trouble. This was something he had accidentally seen in a video. Thank goodness he had seen it, otherwise he’d be acting like an idiot right now. At this moment, Yu Yanshuang was glad he had watched those videos he usually avoided.

Sane knit his brows, his gaze fixed on Yu Yanshuang’s pink-tinged fingertips. The nails were neatly trimmed, long and clean, and the pale back of his hand showed faint blue veins. His breathing grew heavier as he tried to distract himself: “Yu, have you done this to others?”

Yu Yanshuang wasn’t about to honestly admit his love life was a blank slate; wouldn’t that make him look weak? In this social circle, people often mocked those who were still virgins.

“Of course I have. Lots and lots of people,” Yu Yanshuang even let go of Sane to gesture a large circle.

Sane said: “This isn’t fair. This is the first time I’ve been so humiliated, and the first time anyone has touched such a private place.”

The corners of Yu Yanshuang’s mouth quirked up. Excitement flooded his entire body. He leaned down and said word by word: “Hmph, then look closely. It’s me, Yu Yanshuang, who is humiliating you! The first one to ever do it!”

After teasing him for so long… Sane had actually taken care of things once beforehand because he was afraid of scaring Yu Yanshuang, but now he was as hot as freshly forged iron again.

“Stop! That’s enough, isn’t it?” Sane let out a low groan, trying to pull his robe closed. He felt his sanity was on the edge; Yu Yanshuang had no idea what a dangerous thing he was doing.

Yu Yanshuang’s mind was filled with a massive sense of satisfaction. Sane really looked like a shamed victim of his harassment. He even regretted not doing this that first night.

Not enough!

Yu Yanshuang’s wicked side took over as he recalled those videos. He moved further down. His next move would be even worse!

Heavens, Yu Yanshuang was so immersed in his “art of revenge” that he completely forgot about homosexuality, homophobia—everything. So when he slid back and felt his soft rear hit something hard, he frowned.

His first thought was: So Sane was hiding in the bathroom looking for something to hit people with! After all, why would a heterosexual man get a random “in” for no reason? Just look at Yu Yanshuang himself—he had no reaction at all.

Sane’s bathrobe was bunched up at the bottom, and the collar was pulled wide and messy by Yu Yanshuang. Yu Yanshuang sneered, wearing a “gotcha” expression, and pulled the bathrobe wide open. Completely open.

When the object suddenly “sprung” out, he was practically petrified.

“Hey! You—you! Where are your… boxers?” Yu Yanshuang was momentarily shell-shocked.

The corners of Sane’s eyes were red, just like last time. He frowned and tried to cover himself: “I told you to stop. That’s enough! Yu, it’s… it’s dirty… don’t look, and don’t touch.”

Whenever Sane tried to stop him from doing something, or put on this seemingly “innocent” act, Yu Yanshuang would forget everything. His mind was only focused on being even more wicked!

Yu Yanshuang immediately reached out to block him, and without even thinking, he grabbed the thing he thought Sane was hiding.

Under his palm, there was a sudden, violent twitch.

In that instant, Sane’s entire body froze. His grey eyes locked onto Yu Yanshuang like a predator watching its prey. He had indeed been indulging Yu Yanshuang, wanting to see how far he would go, but now, he couldn’t believe Yu Yanshuang would actually touch it.

Yu Yanshuang was the same. How—how could his brain have short-circuited so badly as to do something so disgusting! He quickly tried to let go and run.

Sane was faster, gripping his hand tightly. Their palms overlapped, Sane’s large hand completely covering Yu Yanshuang’s pale one.

Sane’s grey eyes were dark, and his voice was husky: “Little Yu, you can’t run now.”