The Gloomy Overseas Student Rewards His Hubby With Some Thirst Traps - Chapter 16

Chapter 16

The look on Sane’s face caused a wave of terror to wash over Yu Yanshuang’s entire body.

His mind screamed at him to run immediately. But Sane moved like a jaguar; with a sudden burst of core strength, he sat up, agile and swift.

In the blink of an eye, he reached out an arm, hooked Yu Yanshuang’s nape, and pulled him forcefully toward his chest. Their foreheads nearly touched, and they could both feel the heat of each other’s breath. Simultaneously, Sane’s large palm wrapped around Yu Yanshuang’s hand, pinning it firmly in place.

Yu Yanshuang was forced to tilt his head back, exposing his vulnerable throat, which still bore faint marks left by Sane previously. He froze, not daring to move an inch. The palm against the back of his neck was scalding, though not as hot as the heat in his own hand. Being held by the nape like this made his heart skip a beat.

Sane’s grey eyes stared at Yu Yanshuang with a thick, heavy gaze. His eyes swept over Yu Yanshuang’s trembling, thick eyelashes, his elegant nose, and his full, plump lips—which glistened with a moisture that made Sane desperately want to taste them.

Deep in Sane’s eyes, a storm of greed began to churn—a greed Yu Yanshuang didn’t understand. It looked as if he were suppressing his rage. At least, that’s what Yu Yanshuang assumed it was. It had to be rage, right?

Sane whispered, “Yu, you’re such a bad boy… you’ve done a very bad thing.”

Trapped in that hold, Yu Yanshuang was terrified for a moment, but being called “bad” by Sane… it felt almost like an encouragement.

Yu Yanshuang’s heart pounded. He intentionally spoke with malice to provoke Sane: “Did you just realize how bad I am? Sane, you’re finished! You actually got an ‘in’ for a man!”

He wore the expression of a total victor, completely ignoring the gravity of the situation or the consequences of “celebrating at halftime.”

He looked proud: “Sane, I knew you were trying to find a PR fix behind my back, but now your PR can’t save you! I have the ultimate leverage over you. Don’t even think about retaliating against me ever again!”

Yu Yanshuang stared into Sane’s eyes and barked, “Now look down and see for yourself—you’re being touched right here by a man!”

Every word was a needle to Sane’s nerves. He hadn’t expected his own provocation to turn Yu Yanshuang this bold. Underneath his large palm, the very hands he had fantasized about were actually serving him. Though there was no skill involved whatsoever.

But before Sane could react, Yu Yanshuang tried to pull his hand away, snapping, “Hmph, Sane, your life is over. Let go of me! You disgusting homosexual!”

Sane’s grip on Yu Yanshuang’s neck tightened instantly. Yu Yanshuang, who had just tried to pull away, was slammed back down. Their lips were practically touching.

Yu Yanshuang’s bravado vanished instantly. He stammered, “W-w-what are you doing? I have your photos! Let go!”

He had thought this would make Sane break down—after all, Sane supposedly hated men being this close to him. So why was Sane pulling him even closer?

Oh no, should I have been submissive instead of provoking him?

“Disgusting homosexual?” Sane’s expression was grim.

Yu Yanshuang said nervously, “Maybe… maybe not that disgusting… Just let go of me first. The way we’re acting right now doesn’t look very ‘straight’ at all.”

Sane’s eyes were cold as he stroked the back of Yu Yanshuang’s neck. He spoke softly: “Yu, do you know? In the religion my family follows, everything you did to me today has taken away my purity.”

Yu Yanshuang frowned, stammering as he repeated the word: “Purity?”

It wasn’t a common English word he used; he didn’t quite understand the nuance.

Sane chuckled. He bent a finger to stroke Yu Yanshuang’s cheek, explaining in blunt terms: “In our religion, I must completely abstain from premarital sex. I must remain celibate until I am united with my wife. So, since you intentionally touched me like this… do you want to be my wife?”

“Of course not! I’m a man! Did you forget? I’m not gay!” Yu Yanshuang struggled frantically. “I won’t touch it anymore! It’s your fault—you provoked me!”

His struggle caused Sane a bit of pain, causing Sane to release Yu Yanshuang’s hand. Sane’s lips curled into a slow smile. He used his free hand to press against the small of Yu Yanshuang’s back, forcing the boy to press flush against him.

He leaned in closer, burying his face in Yu Yanshuang’s neck, murmuring, “Then what should I do? Didn’t you just say I was finished? Am I a homosexual now? If I am ‘wrong,’ and you’ve taken my purity, then you must be my wife.”

“No, no way, absolutely not! On what grounds? Sane, how can a man be your wife? Are you going to turn me into a woman? I can’t change! Did you forget? You hate men! I… I think you probably aren’t a homosexual after all!”

Yu Yanshuang couldn’t break free, so he tried to appeal to Sane’s logic. Their lips were almost touching.

Sane said gloomily, “But didn’t you say I got an ‘in’ for a man?”

Yu Yanshuang froze, unable to find a retort.

Sane said, “In that case, let us be united together, under the witness of God.”

This sentence scared Yu Yanshuang out of his mind. How could two men “be united”? Sane was crazy! Sane had gone insane!

He struggled more and more violently, grumbling, “Sane, Sane, you don’t have to listen to me like that, I was just talking nonsense! Let’s talk, okay? Let’s talk!”

Sane laughed softly, his thin lips lingering wantonly on Yu Yanshuang’s neck.

“If you won’t be my wife, I can’t marry anyone else. You’re so bad… you’ve ruined me. You have to take responsibility for me.” Sane lifted his head, attempting to kiss Yu Yanshuang’s lips.

Yu Yanshuang’s pupils shrank. He jerked his head to the side to avoid it. Realizing Sane was serious, he was terrified.

What kind of medieval rule is this?!

He had no idea Sane’s religion was this strict; he only knew the Bass family was old-fashioned. Right now, Yu Yanshuang’s head was filled with the thought: I’m doomed. I’ve harassed a man with an extreme sense of chastity. How did a simple touch become this serious?

According to Sane, this was an “ultra-bad” situation. After all, a man wouldn’t normally touch another man like that. It was all his fault for watching those “dirty things” in the videos!

Had he taken the joke too far? Sane was now immersed in the thought of being “ruined” and couldn’t be reasoned with. Was it really his fault Sane could never marry? Because he certainly wasn’t going to marry Sane.

Yu Yanshuang tried to retreat in fear. Sane held his neck firmly; his knuckles were large, and his thumb and forefinger gripped Yu Yanshuang’s jaw with slight force. Yu Yanshuang was forced to tilt his chin up high, as if offering a kiss.

This gesture nearly scared him to death. He absolutely could not kiss a man! Would Sane kidnap him and force him to have gender reassignment surgery?

Looking at the boy he was bullying, Sane’s eyes were as dark as ink, but his voice was gentle as he asked, “Yu, tell me the truth. Have you ever touched anyone else like this? Has anyone ever touched you like this?”

The rough pad of Sane’s thumb rubbed against Yu Yanshuang’s neck, causing a trail of fine shivers to erupt across his skin.

With his neck held and his body pinned, Yu Yanshuang could no longer act arrogant. He instinctively bit his lip, his eyelashes fluttering wildly. Even his voice became soft and submissive.

“Mr. Sane… no, I haven’t been touched by anyone. I am as ‘pure’ as you.” Yu Yanshuang tried to soothe Sane, using gentle words and even a respectful title.

Sane gave a low laugh but only increased the pressure, his other hand pressing against Yu Yanshuang’s fragile spine. Yu Yanshuang was so thin that Sane’s hand felt as if it were being pricked by bone; it made Sane feel a mix of pity and a rough urge to press his fingers deeper into the soft flesh of the boy’s waist.

This move brought their bodies tightly together.

Yu Yanshuang felt a “huge object” pressing against his stomach, making him feel physically uncomfortable. As tears of fear pooled in his eyes, he felt that same object give a heavy thud against his abdomen.

Sane spoke in a low voice again: “Yu, do you know? I’ve never been touched. Having been touched by a man like you today… I will face a terrible punishment.”

Perhaps because Sane’s tone was so heavy, Yu Yanshuang felt a pang of guilt. Sane’s pain should have made him happy, but right now it just made him more afraid. Deep down, he wasn’t a truly malicious person.

Besides, what kind of religious dogma was this strict? If he continued to boast or lie, Sane might get even angrier due to the religious pressure and the harassment. He’d be doomed—he’d be beaten to death.

Yu Yanshuang couldn’t help but try to comfort him: “Mr. Sane, we have to be flexible. Who would ever find out? I won’t tell, you won’t tell—no one will know, right?”

Sane’s voice was light, as if he were in a difficult dilemma: “A believer cannot lie to Jesus. Every Sunday during prayer, everyone is asked by God if they are still pure.”

What? That’s ridiculous. That’s feudal! Talk about overstepping!

Yu Yanshuang said doubtfully, “But no one would know if you lied!”

When he finished, Sane didn’t reply. He just stared at him with those heavy grey eyes. Yu Yanshuang, trying to ease the tension, kindly suggested, “Mr. Sane, do you… want to go to the bathroom to ‘solve’ it?”

Sane couldn’t control a low chuckle. With a surge of strength, he flipped them over. Their positions were swapped; now Sane was looking down at Yu Yanshuang.

His large frame completely covered Yu Yanshuang. From behind, one could only see Sane’s bulging back muscles; Yu Yanshuang was entirely hidden except for his two pale feet, which were trembling and twitching in fear.

Yu Yanshuang was pinned down, unable to escape. Is Sane really going to do ‘that’ with a man? He was terrified, nearly on the verge of screaming.

He frantically reminded Sane: “Sane, calm down! If you stop now, you haven’t violated your faith yet! If you do something you shouldn’t with me, then you’ll be failing your religion! I’m a man! I’m a man! No!”

He struggled violently out of fear, but under Sane’s absolute control, it was like a pebble in an ocean. Instead, he only managed to rub his own collar open.

His eyes were full of tears, looking pitiful and fragile. His long, slender neck was stretched tight, revealing delicate blue veins beneath the skin—beautiful, like an ink painting.

Sane’s Adam’s apple bobbed. His eyes grew darker. His entire being was screaming to possess the person before him, but the boy looked like he was about to cry himself to death…

Suddenly, Sane reflexively shifted, and then he froze completely.

While Sane was at a boiling point, brimming with an uncontrollable and vigorous excitement, Yu Yanshuang was like a “damp firework”—completely unresponsive.

The thing Yu Yanshuang feared hadn’t happened yet. He kept his face turned away for fear of Sane kissing him, his hands still trying to push Sane away. It was useless; the broad, solid shoulders under his hands were a constant reminder of how much more powerful the other man was.

Sane stared at Yu Yanshuang with an unreadable expression. Pressing against the soft area, Sane was acutely aware of every change in the other’s body. And there was… no change.

Silence. The entire room was deathly quiet.

After a long while, Yu Yanshuang cautiously opened one eye to check Sane’s expression. Seeing that Sane’s face was incredibly grim, he grew even more afraid. He tried to appeal to Sane’s empathy to calm him down.

He stammered, “Mr. Sane… are you… unable to bring yourself to do it? I understand you. It was the same for me when I touched you for the first time—it’s very disgusting. So, you don’t have to force yourself, okay?”

Yu Yanshuang didn’t realize how sweet and seductive his voice sounded when he intentionally softened it out of fear. His voice was sweet, but his words were breaking Sane’s heart.

Sane realized clearly that the other person was different from him—a true straight man. He suddenly had a clear awakening: in this game that he was playing with such relish, he was the only one falling. It was quite pathetic.

Disgusting… unable to bring himself to do it…

Sane let out a sinister laugh. He reached out and gently stroked Yu Yanshuang’s smooth black hair, his fingers sliding into the strands.

He made a cold decision: “Yu Yanshuang, you’re right. I am suffering. Why should I be the only one suffering? We’re going to hell together.”

This expression made Yu Yanshuang want to scream. He begged, “Mr. Sane, Mr. Sane!”

He thought about it with red-rimmed eyes. Since Sane had lost all reason and needed a “price” to be paid to appease his anger…

Yu Yanshuang felt that at most, the absolute most he could endure was being touched once. Anything beyond that was truly unacceptable.

Yu Yanshuang cautiously unbuttoned his collar and pulled his beautiful plaid vest down slightly: “You can just… touch a little bit. But please, don’t do anything else, okay?”