The Gloomy Overseas Student Rewards His Hubby With Some Thirst Traps - Chapter 19

Chapter 19

In a dimly lit room.

Yu Yanshuang was cradled in the arms of a towering man. A rough palm brushed over his eyes, sending a shiver through him. He instinctively buried his face into the man’s chest, finding a strange sense of security there. His own hands were working hard, trying their best to please the man.

The man’s deep voice vibrated against his ear: “Good boy, you’re doing very well.”

Yu Yanshuang snapped awake instantly.

Damn it! It was all Sane’s fault that even his dreams were occupied by that kind of thing!

Buzz…

His phone vibrated, and Yu Yanshuang immediately tensed up. Seeing Sane’s ID on the screen only made his anxiety skyrocket.

[Yu, I asked my teammates. No one “helps each other out.” Were you lying to me again?]

Heavens!

Yu Yanshuang’s head felt like it was about to explode. Yesterday, he had managed to coax Sane by using the excuse that even though they were “good brothers,” he was too hungry and tired to have any interest in such things. He had endured his own disgust to call Sane “Brother” several times before the man finally let him go.

Who would have thought that as soon as he got back to the dorm, Sane would “enthusiastically” invite him back to the hotel tonight to continue “helping each other”?

Now that Yu Yanshuang had escaped, there was no way he was going back. He hadn’t replied to Sane at all, but he didn’t expect Sane to actually go and ask his friends, followed by such a questioning text.

Thinking fast, Yu Yanshuang replied: [But in China, this kind of thing is very common! I didn’t lie to you!]

Sane replied almost instantly: [Oh, then I misunderstood you. My apologies. But why haven’t you been answering my messages? Little Yu, are you abandoning me?]

Sane was like chewing gum stuck to his shoe—he just couldn’t shake him off. What was he supposed to do? How could he escape this situation where Sane had him by the throat?

Yu Yanshuang scrambled out of bed and began pacing back and forth in the dorm.

Help me, help me! He clutched his hair in anxiety. It seemed his only option was to hide. But where could he go?

He wished Garcia were there to give him some advice, but then he realized he couldn’t possibly tell Garcia about any of this. He gulped down a large glass of cold water, telling himself to calm down and analyze the strategy. Where exactly had he taken a wrong turn to end up in this deadlock?

First, yesterday started with his own guilt and fear. Being physically controlled by Sane, he had been forced to take the initiative to please him, allowing Sane to take advantage of the situation. Later, to pacify Sane, he lied and said this was “normal behavior,” leading to the promise of mutual assistance.

So, what was he afraid of? He was afraid of Sane actually touching him!

What did he have? He had photos of Sane!

As long as he wasn’t in the same room as Sane, what was there to fear? There was no need to be afraid. Absolutely none!

Yu Yanshuang breathed a sigh of relief. He would stall, then hide, and if he had to see Sane, he’d treat him like an emperor. Then he thought gloomily: I can’t even bully Sane anymore. All my leverage is gone! What’s the point of taking new photos if I can’t use them?

His phone chirped, giving him a fright. He thought it was another text from Sane, but it was a reminder that his part-time shift was starting. He grabbed his backpack with his uniform and headed toward the cafeteria.

…

In the busy kitchen, Yu Yanshuang wove through the chefs, responsible for clearing trash and replacing dishes. This kind of grunt work was exhausting because there wasn’t a moment’s rest—just constant running back and forth.

Though he was tired, Yu Yanshuang always stuck with it. Every time he got paid, he felt a special sense of security. This was money he earned himself; it wouldn’t be suddenly seized by the Yu family, nor was it “dirty money” like selling tips about Sane, which could be cut off at any time. This job paid daily, making it stable and reassuring.

Yu Yanshuang dragged the last trash bag to the collection point. On his way back, he ran into three colleagues smoking in the back courtyard.

One of them was particularly massive—a bald, muscular man with bulging, blocky muscles. He was different from Sane, whose muscles were lean and beautifully proportioned—the “thug in a suit” type with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. Yu Yanshuang was afraid of the former type; with the latter type, he sometimes found himself staring.

Sensing their gaze, Yu Yanshuang didn’t want to cause trouble. He kept a cold face, nodded slightly, and tried to head through the back door without looking back.

“Hey? Not gonna say hello? You look down on us?”

Yu Yanshuang lifted his hair to show his earbuds. He wasn’t ignoring them; he was wearing headphones. Don’t pick a fight!

“Hey! Yu, stop! Right now! Your phone is in the locker—stop acting so high and mighty.”

Yu Yanshuang’s expression darkened. This was Sane’s fault too. Sane made him so anxious he didn’t even want to keep his phone on him. These three must have seen it when he was changing into his uniform. He turned around, took off his earbuds, and feigned confusion. “Are you calling me? Is something wrong?”

A skinny man wearing glasses spoke first. “Relax, we’re not looking for a fight. We just want to know how you managed to ‘cling’ to Sane?”

Oh… not a fight.

Yu Yanshuang immediately dropped the act. His face turned cold. “None of your business.” He hated the word “cling”; it made him sound cheap. His tone turned sharp: “Since you know I know Sane, why are you bothering me? Do you want to get beaten up by Sane and the entire football team?”

Later, Sane would tell him that in America, because there are fewer people, it’s customary to say hello to everyone, whether stranger or friend. China was more accustomed to only greeting people you knew; after all, with so many people, greeting everyone would be a bit silly. Because he had gone a long time without greeting anyone, the group had long been dissatisfied with him.

The muscular man said displeasedly, “I just wanted to warn you, Yu. Considering we’re all poor students, watch out for that guy Sane.”

The skinny man with glasses pointed at the muscular man. “He used to be a star player on the football team. Last year, he was Sane’s guard. But look at him—his leg was broken because of Sane. His athletic career is over!”

Yu Yanshuang hesitated. “So?”

“If—and I mean if—you’re looking for a way to protect yourself, you should get some leverage on him before he gets tired of you. If you get something on him, we can help you,” the muscular man said.

Yu Yanshuang wasn’t stupid. This guy wanted revenge on Sane but couldn’t do it himself, so he was trying to goad Yu into doing it? Did he look that gullible?

Yu Yanshuang smiled. “Is your grandfather still alive?”

The muscular man blinked, instinctively answering, “He passed away.”

“Oh, how tragic. I think you should head down there sooner to have a good, miserable cry with him. Tell him your broken leg made your head go empty too.”

Yu Yanshuang backed away as he spoke. As soon as he finished the last word, he vanished into the kitchen.

Leaving the muscular man bewildered, he turned to the skinny guy with glasses. The skinny guy rolled his eyes. “He told you to go to hell! And called you stupid!”

“…” The muscular man’s face turned livid.

…

In the staff break room, Yu Yanshuang took out his phone and searched for the muscular colleague. He remembered his name was Ike, but didn’t know his last name. However, by searching “football” and “Sane,” he quickly found the information online.

Hmph. According to the news, this Ike guy became a star player last year and then got cocky. He started using prohibited techniques and his performance dropped, nearly costing Sane’s team a crucial semi-final game. That’s why Sane kicked him off the team.

Ike made it sound like Sane was persecuting him, but after reading the details, Yu Yanshuang was actually starting to believe the online rumors that Sane was a gentleman—a very old-fashioned one. The school had originally wanted to expel Ike, but Sane had stepped in to help him get a year of probation instead.

Yu Yanshuang’s heart relaxed a bit. No wonder Sane was so easy to trick—he believed the “helping each other” lie, he let him go just because he called him “Brother,” and even after Yu threatened him with photos, Sane felt guilty for “harassing” him.

The thought of Sane being so easy to bully made his wicked side start to stir again. After a long day of hard work, Yu Yanshuang really missed the joy of earning $10,000 easily by selling info on Sane. What a pity, what a pity—he couldn’t ask Sane to send him photos to sell anymore!

Wait…

Yu Yanshuang remembered Sane’s expression when he called him “Brother.” He seemed quite happy… Hmph, is he that desperate for a younger brother?

He pulled out his phone and typed: [Brother Sane, what are you doing? I want to see a photo of you.]

Sane replied almost instantly, as he always did: [Then why don’t we meet at the hotel tonight?]

“…”

Always bringing up the things he didn’t like. Fearing Yu Yanshuang wouldn’t reply, another text followed quickly: [Yu, is this something only very good brothers can do? Are we not close enough?]

Yu Yanshuang’s eyes lit up. This is a perfect excuse!

He replied quickly: [Exactly. We didn’t have a great relationship when we first met, so…]

[Then let’s work on it. Why don’t you start by getting used to my touch?]

Yu Yanshuang: […]

How did we end up back here?!

He typed angrily: [Are you sending a photo or not?! Even if we’re brothers, you can’t always be thinking about that!]

After a while, Sane sent a photo. It looked like a candid shot. It showed a thigh wrapped in black suit trousers. It seemed to be in a church; everyone’s heads were bowed in prayer. It looked very sacred.

At first glance, Yu Yanshuang remembered being scooped up onto those legs. Sane’s control over his strength was precise; every movement was steady, without a single tremor. He had held him so firmly on his thigh. He also remembered that because Sane’s shoulders were so broad, he could lean against him and feel the vibration in Sane’s chest when he spoke—it was like they were resonating together.

Realizing that the memory of being held felt secure rather than disgusting, Yu Yanshuang gave his head a horrified shake. He suppressed the strange feeling and checked the time. Today really was Sunday—Sane actually went to church?

Yu Yanshuang rubbed his nose sheepishly. Then a thought struck him: This guy is thinking about “that” while he’s supposed to be praying? Shouldn’t he be celibate?

He typed accusingly: [Did you forget you’re supposed to be celibate? Sane, even though we’re brothers and it’s fine, I just realized you shouldn’t be doing this. Your “prime essence” is still intact; you need to maintain your celibacy. So, I think we should stop this “mutual assistance” thing right here.]

He felt he was truly a genius! He had almost forgotten! Sane said it himself—he had to abstain completely. How could he have forgotten?

At the same time, Yu Yanshuang was annoyed. Why hadn’t Sane remembered his own celibacy? Exactly! Sane hadn’t mentioned it!

It must be because he had been celibate for too long and he was getting greedy. When Yu Yanshuang made that suggestion, Sane figured “brothers” could do it and just went with the flow, using Yu Yanshuang to soothe his guilt over violating his faith!

Yu Yanshuang felt like he had solved the case! Sane wasn’t supposed to be that easy to trick, so he must have been craving it himself!

Was I the one being played?

Dastardly! Dastardly Sane! To think he had been teasing him like this all day? Had he forgotten the photos in Yu’s hand?

Yu Yanshuang angrily scrolled through the “lewd” photos of Sane being teased. The one where Sane was lying on the bed with his clothes open, Yu’s fingertips on the pink area, his handsome face flushed and his grey eyes looking hazy.

He sent it to Sane immediately with a rebuke: [You should look at this photo and repent to the Jesus you believe in. You actually felt “lust.” You shouldn’t have felt lust!]

A long while later, Sane sent back a picture.

In the photo, Yu Yanshuang was lying on the white sheets. His shirt collar was pulled open, one hand was pulling down his own vest, and he was proactively arching his chest. He looked like he was on the verge of tears, making the hints of pink on his chest seem to tremble.

By comparison… because of Sane’s powerful muscles and his arms resting behind his head as he watched Yu’s fingers, Yu’s own movements made it look like he was desperately trying to please Sane.

And look at himself! A thin, pale chest, with a muscular arm twice the color of his own skin braced beside him. He was the one proactively arching his chest. This looked ten thousand times more “lewd”!

Yu Yanshuang’s brain felt like it exploded. Shame, annoyance, and anger all surged up at once. He couldn’t believe he had been that cowardly at the time!

When did Sane take this photo?!

Soon, a new message from Sane arrived.

[You’re right. I should repent for my actions.]

[I’m taking these two photos to the priest to confess right now.]