The Gloomy Overseas Student Rewards His Hubby With Some Thirst Traps - Chapter 20

Chapter 20

Crazy, this was absolutely crazy. How did things get to this point? Sane was actually going to take those photos to see a priest??

He couldn’t let Sane show those photos to anyone. Was Sane out of his mind? Wasn’t he afraid that if such photos leaked, they would ruin his life?

Sane: [Don’t worry, Yu. The priest will keep my secret.]

Yu Yanshuang’s mind suddenly snapped into focus. Sane was too naive—aside from the two of them, anyone else involved was a potential leak. He couldn’t let Sane go to the priest.

He quickly replied: [Wait a minute!]

It was so strange. Why was Sane being so “obedient” now? Whatever Yu Yanshuang said was a problem, Sane accepted it as a problem. Why didn’t he argue? He had been so fierce during their first meeting, but now he was acting so compliant. It was infuriating.

This feeling of being trapped—unable to move forward or retreat—suddenly made Yu Yanshuang realize a very serious problem!

If Sane really went to confess, then in the eyes of others… the content of those two photos would look like this: Yu Yanshuang was the one proactively teasing Sane, even arching his chest to seduce him.

And Sane? He would just be an innocent, gentlemanly, and somewhat pitiful man who had been harassed into losing his purity. With Sane’s stellar reputation, everyone would sympathize with him.

But what about Yu Yanshuang?

Yu Yanshuang shuddered. He would be destroyed.

When he looked at the big picture: initially, Sane was the one threatening him in the photo where Sane held him. But now, it had transformed into Sane being seduced and bullied by him!

Wait… was it possible Sane was showing him these texts on purpose? To force his hand?

No, that seemed impossible. Yu Yanshuang recalled Sane’s look of devastated “lost purity”—he had clearly been depressed and in pain, shrouded in that agonizing emotion for a while now. Besides, Sane’s hatred of homosexuality wasn’t fake; when Sane had tried to retaliate, he couldn’t bring himself to do it and had even gotten a nosebleed from the sheer disgust.

After a “meticulous” analysis, Yu Yanshuang decided he needed to call Sane over and take some photos of Sane proactively bullying him—like the first time, where Sane held him and wouldn’t let go.

Ugh, damn it. He should have thought of this sooner. He must have lost his mind to proactively touch a man “there.” It was so gross.

It was all Sane’s fault. Why did he have to act all innocent and shy, then look so pained and restrained? It had made Yu Yanshuang get carried away. Moreover, if Sane’s PR person hadn’t said that the “hug” photo was easy to handle, Yu wouldn’t have gone to such extremes to get “harder” evidence.

Yu Yanshuang pulled out his phone to text Sane, quickly trying to soothe him: [Come confess to me. Confessing this kind of thing to a priest is useless. Does he understand your pain? No. Only I understand you.]

After sending that, Yu Yanshuang thought for a moment and added a “disgusting” follow-up: [Brother Sane, I’m at work right now. Why don’t you come to my dorm tonight to find me? Don’t go to the priest.]

The dorm was safer. Garcia wasn’t around lately. If he accidentally caused another “faith collapse” and Sane tried to pin him down again, he could threaten him: You wouldn’t want my cries for help to attract attention, would you?

This time, as long as he caught Sane touching a man on camera, he would never be alone in a room with him again! From then on, he’d just have Sane report his itinerary and send photos to make some pocket money. They would never meet!

It wasn’t until Sane finally replied with a simple “[Okay]” that Yu Yanshuang breathed a massive sigh of relief. Then, in a fit of “shame-turned-to-rage,” he decided to take Sane’s photo to Discord to sell for money—a small act of revenge for the humiliation of having to call Sane “Brother” just to survive!

Since Sane’s photo only showed a thigh, it wasn’t easy to crop, so Yu Yanshuang directly described the content: A shot of Sane’s lower body while praying in church.

The messages on Discord were always a blur. Lately, the hot topic was still the fact that Sane had proactively accompanied Yu Yanshuang to class. It had been two days, and people were getting bored without new gossip. When they saw Yu Yanshuang’s description, everyone’s minds went straight to the gutter.

[Is he wearing pants?] [A lower body shot? It definitely includes… right?] [Speaking of photos, Sane’s… you know…] [Is it a BIG! BIG! BIG! photo?]

Yu Yanshuang suddenly remembered the moment he had lost his head earlier. He covered his face. How did I do something so stupid?

At the thought of having touched that “dirty thing,” Yu Yanshuang felt like he could still smell the scent of Sane’s clothes. He rushed to the faucet to wash his hands, and when that didn’t feel like enough, he splashed water on his face too.

When he checked his phone again, the Discord chat had moved on from the photo to discussing what kind of girlfriend someone like Sane would need. She’d have to be at least a certain height just to “take it,” otherwise she’d suffer.

Yu Yanshuang felt like he could never look at the word “eat” or “take” the same way again…

He sneered in his heart. Hmph, a girlfriend? Sane’s faith is about to collapse so hard he’ll never find a girlfriend! Not only that, he’s terrifying—clinging to a man and not letting go!

He quickly exited the increasingly explicit chat and checked his DMs. People wanted to know what pants he was wearing and exactly how much was captured; after all, it wasn’t like that “sexy hand” photo from before that had everyone hooked.

Yu Yanshuang was too lazy to answer everyone individually, so he posted a detailed description in the group: [Sane is sitting. The photo shows one thigh and a knee, plus the church background.]

The group’s enthusiasm cooled instantly. With only those parts visible, there was nothing to see. Several people in the DMs backed out. Only a few remained, offering $5.

“…”

Do you think I’m some kind of beggar? Yu Yanshuang replied: [$8 minimum. This is SANE we’re talking about!]

The people on the other side seemed to hesitate and didn’t reply immediately.

[$10,000 for the buyout.]

Yu Yanshuang, who had been refreshing the messages, was stunned. Wasn’t this the same benefactor who bought the photos last time? Why so dominant? They absolutely refused to let anyone else see Sane’s photos. They must love Sane so much. Why does no one love me like that?

That annoying Sane. Yu Yanshuang realized this benefactor was easy to squeeze and had no business sense, so he opened his mouth wide: [$20,000 for the buyout!]

To his shock, the benefactor transferred $20,000 directly to him…

Huh?

Yu Yanshuang was both shocked and terrified. $20,000! That was over 100,000 in his home currency! He asked the benefactor suspiciously: [Is this money from a legitimate source?]

Looking at this DM on Discord, Sane was already gritting his teeth in fury. He closed the app without mercy. His face was grim as he stared at the priest who was currently praying.

Just a moment ago, he and Yu Yanshuang were having such an “explicit” and “steamy” conversation, and the next moment he gets a tip-off from a friend that this guy is selling his photos again.

Sitting in the sacred church on a Sunday with his entire family—where people would literally shoot him dead on the spot if they knew he was gay—he had already had a physical reaction to the boy’s photos. Yet the boy in the photos hadn’t thought of him for a second; he only viewed him as a tool for making money.

Sane’s thumb rubbed over the photo of Yu Yanshuang on his screen, his expression dark and unreadable.

He knew exactly why Yu Yanshuang chose the dorm as the location. It was simply because the boy was worried he wouldn’t be able to escape a hotel like last time. A dorm was different; it was easy to run from, and the soundproofing was poor—a loud cry for help might actually force Sane to let him go.

However, his own dorm was a different story. The University of Chicago strictly required students to live on campus, so before the semester started, he had someone knock down the wall between two dorm rooms to combine them—and added a layer of heavy soundproof cotton.

Sane ordered a batch of cameras. Then he switched back to the text interface and replied to Yu Yanshuang:

[Yu, change of location. Tonight, come to my dorm.]