The Gloomy Overseas Student Rewards His Hubby With Some Thirst Traps - Chapter 17

Chapter 17

The gloom in Sane’s heart suddenly dissipated. Looking at the boy beneath him—chest puffed out, trembling in an effort to please—he let out a low, delighted chuckle.

The “delicacy” he had fantasized about for so long was offering itself up.

“Continue,” Sane commanded. He couldn’t bear to let his gaze leave Yu Yanshuang’s face for even a second, lingering on the tightly shut eyes, the bitten lips, and the fragile neck. He watched, inch by inch, as the buttons were undone one by one.

It was so humiliating. A single tear escaped Yu Yanshuang’s closed eyes, followed by more and more, dripping onto the white duvet and soaking in. The thought of being toyed with by a man was shameful, and at the same time, he felt a wave of intense disgust.

Sane felt a mix of excitement and heartache, but sensing the total lack of response from the other party, he pressed his lips thin.

We’ll go to hell together. If being gay meant being hated, then they would be hated together. When the expanse of pale skin, accented by hints of faint pink, appeared before him, Sane’s breath hitched.

At the end of the day, both Sane and Yu Yanshuang were novices playing an extremely ambiguous game. They were young; perhaps they hadn’t experienced the true agonies of the world yet. The exploration of each other’s bodies and reactions filled them both with wonder and thrill.

Sane’s Adam’s apple bobbed violently. He reached out to touch, but suddenly found himself hesitating. This was the place he had imagined. It was even more beautiful than he had pictured.

Because of football, Sane was inevitably tanned; even though his natural skin was fair, his hands were a deep, sun-kissed color. The contrast against Yu Yanshuang’s skin—which was so white it was dazzling and so tender it looked like it would bruise at a touch—was startling. As he drew near, this color difference only fueled Sane’s excitement.

Drip.

Yu Yanshuang felt a warm liquid on his chest. He thought Sane was like him—disgusted to the point of tears. He opened his eyes in surprise, thinking there was a chance to persuade Sane to stop forcing himself, only to find…

“Sane, your nose is bleeding.”

Sane’s voice was muffled: “I see it.”

Yu Yanshuang was completely stunned. He instinctively said, “You can die from losing too much blood. And you’ve made me dirty.”

When Sane looked at him with an abysmal expression, Yu Yanshuang felt the need to emphasize: “It’s really dirty. Why don’t we just stop the touching?”

Sane was nearly driven to a laugh by anger. Staring into Yu Yanshuang’s innocent eyes, he realized the boy had no idea how provocative those words were—making Sane want to roughly pinch him right then and there. He suppressed the violent urge to break something and the boiling heat that threatened to consume him.

“Go shower first,” Sane said, his tone brook no refusal as he let go of Yu Yanshuang.

Yu Yanshuang breathed a massive sigh of relief, silently thanking the sudden nosebleed. At the same time, he felt Sane was quite pitiful—probably like how he had been at the start, wanting to tease a man but unable to follow through.

But who would have thought? Who would have thought that he, Yu Yanshuang, had grown so much? He had teased Sane to the point where the man would suffer for the rest of his life, yet Sane couldn’t even manage to touch him.

With the corners of his mouth turning up, Yu Yanshuang said he was going to shower while his feet stealthily shuffled toward the main door. The photos were in his possession; he was safe. If he didn’t run now, was he waiting for Sane to finish him off?

“Where are you going?” Sane’s chilling voice rang out from behind him.

Yu Yanshuang turned back with a sweet, obedient smile and shouted at the top of his lungs: “I’m running away, obviously! You idiot! Hahaha!”

He sprinted for the door without hesitation. He pressed the handle frantically several times, only to realize in despair that it wouldn’t open.

Sane wasn’t in a hurry at all. He leisurely put on his bathrobe and rinsed his nose with ice water. Once the bleeding finally stopped, he strolled over. Yu Yanshuang’s movements grew smaller and smaller, his face scrunching up in fear.

Why wouldn’t it open?

Sane propped one hand against the door, easily trapping the slender Yu Yanshuang in his embrace. He demonstrated: this room had high security and required a specific key card to open from the inside. He raised an eyebrow and asked, “Did you learn?”

Yu Yanshuang nodded cautiously.

Sane smiled slightly, tucking the card away against his body. “Yu, you’re so heartless. Lying to me again?”

He spoke right into Yu Yanshuang’s ear, his voice deep and crisp, making Yu Yanshuang’s heart hammer against his ribs. Sane reached out to encircle Yu Yanshuang’s thin, soft waist, pulling him into his chest. “I made you dirty. Why don’t I help you wash up?”

Yu Yanshuang’s waist was sensitive, and his ears even more so. He could barely stand; he had to rely on Sane’s palm to keep from sliding down. He felt a mix of fear and dread. Nothing was more hopeless than thinking you’ve escaped only to be caught again.

He thought, perhaps he shouldn’t have taken those intimate photos.

Sane looked at the utterly aggrieved Yu Yanshuang. The boy was a mess from the blood, his collar was turned out, and his beautiful sweater was pulled askew. His straight black hair was ruffled, and tears still clung to his eyelashes.

“Well? Still not going? Do you really want me to wash you?” Sane teased.

Yu Yanshuang exhaled sharply, looking like a survivor of a disaster. He glanced at Sane cautiously, unable to believe the man was letting him off the hook. Based on Sane’s tone just now, he had thought he was truly furious.

He raised his hand to try and push Sane’s wrist. His pale, slender fingers against the smooth muscle of Sane’s arm were a beautiful sight. Yu Yanshuang forced a smile: “Then… then Mr. Sane, will you let go of me? Please?”

His “adaptable” behavior made Sane laugh with genuine pleasure. The vibration in Sane’s chest sent shivers down Yu Yanshuang’s back. Sane released his wrist and jerked his chin toward the bathroom, reminding him: “Put on your shoes.”

With the boy’s hands so cold, Sane was actually worried he would catch a cold. He was so thin and small; it felt like if you bullied him just a little too hard, he would shatter.

As soon as Sane let go, Yu Yanshuang didn’t want to stay a second longer. Like a fish returning to water, he bolted into the bathroom and slammed the door.

Click.

He even locked it right in Sane’s face.

Yu Yanshuang leaned against the door, his heart still racing. He wasn’t sure if Sane had really agreed to let him go with just a “little touch”… but he didn’t even want Sane to touch him once. Clearly, Sane couldn’t bring himself to do it anyway, right?

He had puffed out his chest for ages and Sane hadn’t touched him; instead, he got a nosebleed. There was no way Sane got a nosebleed from looking at his body—he had no muscles—so it had to be disgust, right? Sane was probably just too angry. He decided to stay in the bathroom for a while to let Sane cool down before going out.

Relieved, he patted his chest, touched the blood, and hurriedly leaned over the sink to wash it off. Thank goodness “kind-hearted” Sane spared him.

After washing away the blood, his clothes were still soaked. Yu Yanshuang didn’t rush to bathe; instead, he stayed in the bathroom, brooding over the situation. At what point did things go wrong? How did Sane end up with the upper hand again, bullying him like that?

Earlier, he had made Sane suffer total humiliation. It was only because Sane’s “faith collapsed” that Yu Yanshuang felt a moment of guilt, allowing Sane to take control. Okay, and maybe also because he couldn’t win in a fight.

Wait, Yu Yanshuang realized something. Why should he feel guilty? He should have been happy seeing Sane suffer for his faith! He should have mocked him! But he was afraid of being beaten, so he didn’t dare…

Yu Yanshuang put his hands on his hips, looked at himself in the mirror, and sighed: Yu Yanshuang, oh Yu Yanshuang, you’re just too kind.

Realizing he shouldn’t be so submissive, he decided he should come out with an attitude and have a proper talk with Sane. It was just a touch; it wasn’t a big deal. He was the one who felt disgusted! His spirit instantly revived, and he went to shower with renewed vigor.

Then he discovered there was only one bathrobe! His own clothes were on the floor, “soiled” and discarded. If he went out wrapped in a towel, wouldn’t that just remind Sane of what he wanted to do? He had cleared his head now and knew he shouldn’t be afraid, but if he could avoid provoking Sane, he would. They were both civilized people.

Yu Yanshuang searched around and found only Sane’s coat hanging on the hook behind the door. He compared the sizes and felt the coat was a better choice than a towel. If he wrapped a towel around his lower half, Sane could easily grab him and play along for revenge. If he wrapped it around his chest… he’d look like a little bride.

So, he put on the coat. What was a normal size for Sane reached down to his thighs. The sleeves were so long they covered his hands, with a third of the length dangling past his fingertips. Fortunately, he could pull the collar up high to hide his neck.

Giving himself a pep talk, Yu Yanshuang cautiously opened the door to find the room quiet. He shuffled out and saw Sane standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at his notebook.

Yu Yanshuang paused, confused. “What are you doing?”

“Just looking, I was bored.” When Sane turned to look at him, his breath nearly hitched.

Yu Yanshuang only noticed that Sane’s face was grim—he seemed angry. He explained: “My clothes got wet and there weren’t any more robes… so I borrowed your coat. We’re both men, you won’t mind such a small thing, right?”

Sane’s gaze made him regret his choice. If he had just spent more money on a twin room, there would have been two robes. It felt like he’d made another mistake.

Sane stared silently at Yu Yanshuang’s exposed, smooth calves and his beautiful bare feet on the tiles. After a moment, he patted his thigh: “Come here.”

Yu Yanshuang’s face immediately fell. He didn’t want to sit there and be held like a little boy. Did Sane… did Sane insist on doing the same thing to him before letting him go?

Sane saw that Yu Yanshuang was still fearful. With a sigh, he stood up and walked over. Yu Yanshuang instinctively backed away until he had nowhere to go, his back hitting the hard wall. He closed his eyes in despair.

Suddenly, his feet left the ground. Sane scooped him up, supporting his rear with one hand. Yu Yanshuang gasped and instinctively threw his arms around Sane’s neck.

He hadn’t expected to be carried like a toddler, sitting on Sane’s forearm. Sane’s stride was steady and powerful; Yu Yanshuang didn’t even wobble as they sat down on the sofa, with him perched on Sane’s lap.

The scene almost perfectly mirrored their first meeting. But last time, Sane was the drunk one with the messy shirt; this time, it was him in disarray.

Sane stared at Yu Yanshuang’s trembling eyelashes and sighed softly. He asked, “Yu, tell me, how often do you… ‘release’ yourself?”

Yu Yanshuang was wondering why Sane had to hold him like this to talk—it was weird, being treated like a child when he was a man. But the question made him look up in shock. Why ask such a private thing?

He refused to answer, feeling it was too shameful to discuss this with Sane. He even forgot he was supposed to be struggling to get away. Unexpectedly, Sane gave his rear a sharp smack, his tone commanding: “Answer me!”

Yu Yanshuang sat bolt upright in shock, stammering, “Not often… once a week? Every two weeks? Very rarely. That kind of thing is disgusting. Why are you asking?”

Sane realized that if he bullied him too harshly, Yu Yanshuang wouldn’t be “stupid” enough to come back a third time. Recalling the lack of response from earlier, Sane told himself to be patient.

Sane asked again, “Then, have you watched them? Those videos—men and women.”

Yu Yanshuang hesitated, but seeing Sane’s cold interrogation and not wanting to be smacked again, he shook his head honestly. Let alone man-woman ones; when he searched last time, he only saw a few clips by accident. If Sane knew what he’d seen, he’d probably think it was amateur hour.

“Those videos are disgusting too. Don’t watch them,” Yu Yanshuang added.

Sane’s mood brightened slightly. Perhaps this little guy just hadn’t “awakened” yet. He looked down and toyed with Yu Yanshuang’s long fingers, putting on a pained expression. “I haven’t watched them either. In fact, I’ve never ‘released’ myself. Your touch earlier was a shock to my system. Maybe that’s why I was like that…”

Sane lied without blinking.

Suddenly, Yu Yanshuang felt like he’d been saved. Relieved that Sane was finally being reasonable, he said, “Yes, yes! You’re right! You’re not a homosexual at all, just like me. Don’t be sad, it’s fine.”

Sane looked up, appearing vulnerable. “Really?”

Yu Yanshuang nodded vigorously. “Really! Really! See, you’re just like me. Do you want to marry a beautiful girl?”

Sane smiled, but his eyes turned cold. “What kind of girl do you want to marry?”

“Uh…” Yu Yanshuang was stumped. He hadn’t thought about it at all; he just said it because all his friends said it.

Sane sneered. “Heh. You still want to marry someone else? I can never face my future wife again. And you aren’t a woman, so what should I do? Yu, you heartless brat, what should I do?”

Yu Yanshuang tensed up again. We were talking fine, why is he getting angry again?! Fearing another retaliatory outburst, he blurted out, “I can’t marry either! You kissed my neck! My future girlfriend will think I’m dirty! We’re even!”

In his excitement, Yu Yanshuang’s legs kicked out, hitting a certain spot. He froze instantly, as if someone had hit a pause button.

He stammered, “How are you… how are you still ‘that’ way?!”

Sane stared at him for a long time. He had never spoken in such a “disgusting” tone before, but he pitched his mature voice low and made it sound pathetically small:

“Because I don’t know how to fix it. Do you know how, Little Yu? What should I do?”