The Gloomy Overseas Student Rewards His Hubby With Some Thirst Traps - Chapter 21

Chapter 21

Yu Yanshuang wasn’t stupid. Go to Sane’s dorm?

That would be like a lamb walking into a lion’s den. That was Sane’s home turf; he could scream until he was blue in the face and no one would help him. Who knew what Sane would do to him there?

No, Sane had to come to his territory. This time, he absolutely wouldn’t let Sane play him like a fiddle.

Sane kept talking about “mutual assistance,” so this time, Yu would film it. If he could catch Sane “pleasuring” himself over a man, and still couldn’t get a handle on the guy, he’d change his last name!

Whatever happened tonight, he wouldn’t touch Sane, and he wouldn’t let Sane touch him. Not once.

Yu Yanshuang set a hard goal for himself: Remember, as soon as you film something Sane would never want leaked, leave immediately!

He pounded on the keyboard fiercely, though he maintained his usual submissive tone: [Brother Sane, I want you to come see where I live. Come to my dorm tonight.]

As soon as he sent it, he clenched his fist and swore: All the humiliation I’m feeling now, I’m getting back tonight!

[You wouldn’t want others to discover our relationship, would you?]

The tone was incredibly familiar. Yu Yanshuang stared at the text, stunned. Isn’t that my line?

Before he could get angry, another text arrived from Sane: [If I show up at your dorm, the whole building will be outside trying to dig for news. Yu, is that what you want?]

Yu Yanshuang’s eyes widened slightly. He had almost forgotten how much attention Sane attracted.

That attention-seeking peacock of a man. Yu Yanshuang bit his lip, uncertain of how to proceed. He needed a way to ensure he wouldn’t be pinned down like last time, but also a way to capture some truly “hard” evidence to escape this suffocating situation.

Get Sane drunk…

The thought suddenly popped into his head. He shouldn’t have been in such a rush last time; he should have gotten Sane wasted!

Yu Yanshuang slapped his palm, a smug smile spreading across his face at his own brilliance. He looked down and replied: [No problem. We’ll go to your dorm, but you have to prepare a bottle of Vodka!]

Hmph, Sane, I’m going to drink you under the table tonight!

…

After work, Yu Yanshuang counted his money and walked out the back door.

“Hey, Chinese guy.”

That familiar voice—it was Ike again.

Yu Yanshuang defensively stuffed his daily wages into his inner shirt pocket.

Ike looked speechless for a moment. “I’m honestly trying to warn you. Sure, I have my own motives, but the rumors online are fake. Sane is terrifying. I’m not lying to you. If you get any secrets on Sane, come find me. In exchange, I’ll tell you the secrets I know about him.”

Yu Yanshuang frowned. “Aren’t you afraid I’ll tell Sane? You’re pretty dumb.”

Ike froze, a hint of fear touching his face. “Would you tell him?”

Yu Yanshuang smirked, made a “zipping my lips” gesture, and then mimed counting cash.

Ike’s face turned incredibly dark. He pulled out his own daily wages to hand them over. Yu Yanshuang reached for them happily, but Ike seemed to have a sudden spark of intelligence and snatched the money back. “I’ll wait for the day you regret not listening to me! Go ahead and snitch if you want! You rat.”

“Psh, you’re too stupid. I don’t need your help; I can handle Sane by myself,” Yu Yanshuang muttered in Chinese, crossing his arms arrogantly.

What secrets could Ike possibly have? Could they be as explosive as the ones already in Yu’s hands? It’s not like the secret is “Sane likes men,” right? How ridiculous.

Disappointed at missing out on the extra cash, Yu Yanshuang shouldered his bag and walked toward the dorms, munching on a sandwich given to him by the kitchen staff. He stopped at a convenience store to buy a few “tools,” tucked them into his bag, and headed for Sane’s dorm. He sent a text: [Are you at the dorm yet?]

[Behind you.]

Yu Yanshuang jumped in fright. He spun around and saw Sane leaning against a lamp post not far away. He looked like he had come straight from the church; he was still wearing those suit trousers from the photo.

At school, Sane usually wore casual clothes or just a suit jacket. It was rare to see him like this—tie perfectly done, suit coat impeccable. This look made Sane appear even more mature. His model-like physique—broad shoulders and narrow waist—was displayed in perfect proportions, his legs looking impossibly long and straight.

Under the dim light, his blond hair almost looked black with just a hint of gold catching the glow. His tall, silent presence felt even more intimidating than usual.

[Why are you here?]

Yu Yanshuang sent the text. He had spent all day pumping himself up, but the moment he saw Sane, he reverted to his original state—a sheep trembling before a lion, terrified by the overwhelming pressure Sane exuded.

[I’ve been behind you the whole time.]

After replying, Sane began walking toward him. His gait was steady and powerful, but in Yu’s eyes, he looked like a mob boss with a natural aura of menace.

Yu Yanshuang instinctively gripped his backpack tighter.

Sane raised an eyebrow. “So nervous? Yu, I thought you considered me your brother.”

Yu Yanshuang gave a stiff smile, his mind racing. Did he hear my conversation with Ike? Thank goodness he hadn’t agreed to Ike’s deal… and thank goodness he had spoken in Chinese when he mentioned “handling” Sane.

Sane leaned down slightly to take Yu’s backpack.

Yu Yanshuang quickly pulled it back. “I’ve got it. I’m a man, I don’t need help. Let’s just go.”

Sane looked curious. “Yu, why aren’t you wearing the clothes I bought you?”

Yu Yanshuang rubbed his nose. Sane had ordered several outfits to the hotel; they were all bright colors, expensive, and looked like they couldn’t touch water. They’d be a nightmare to wash and dry-cleaning was pricey. He had gotten used to wearing dark colors.

“Where are my old clothes? I forgot to take them,” Yu said, changing the subject.

Sane’s pace faltered slightly. He said calmly, “Threw them away.”

…

This was the first time Yu Yanshuang had walked through the top-floor hallway. It was noticeably quiet; you couldn’t hear a sound from the rooms. The lighting was a warm yellow, but the path felt too long, like a walk to an execution ground.

Standing before Sane’s door, Yu looked up at it and couldn’t help but marvel. Sane’s family was truly devout; even his dorm door was crafted like a cathedral entrance. Sane entered his fingerprint but made a “pointing” gesture for Yu to open the door and enter first.

Is he afraid I’ll run? Yu sneered internally. He was well-prepared today.

Beneath a semi-circle of stained glass was a heavy, dark wooden door. Yu had to push hard to open it. His eyes were involuntarily drawn to the carvings on the wood. It depicted a man holding a woman who was trying to escape. It was simple, but because the details were so vivid and the expressions carried such intense “tension,” one couldn’t help but stare.

The muscles on the man were lifelike, robust with the beauty of power. The woman being held looked terrified, her beautiful face streaked with tears.

Yu Yanshuang knew little about Western culture. Seeing his interest, Sane introduced it casually: “It’s a replica of The Rape of Proserpina.”

Sane stared at Yu Yanshuang and said with a smile, “Don’t you think the woman looks beautiful in her panic and terror? Have you ever felt like that?”

Yu Yanshuang didn’t know how to react. Sane’s grey eyes were currently dark and deep. The hallway was narrow, and Sane’s towering, broad frame cast a shadow that completely enveloped him. Sane’s sharp face was taut; his lips were turned up in a smile, but his eyes held no mirth.

Trapped between the door and Sane, Yu looked up, feeling a sudden, primal fear—like a beast had its teeth firmly clamped on the back of his neck. He briefly entertained the thought of running, but Sane nudged him inside.

The interior was nothing like the grandeur Yu had imagined. Instead, it was an oppressive black style—dim and deep, yet every corner screamed of the owner’s cleanliness, self-discipline, and strictness.

It was a one-bedroom apartment layout. To the left of the living room, a massive floor-to-ceiling bookshelf was packed with books, each showing signs of having been read. The shelf served as a partition for the workspace behind it. To the right were various pieces of exercise equipment. At the far end of the living room were the bathroom and balcony.

In this claustrophobic, silent environment, with Sane standing right behind him, the atmosphere grew incredibly eerie.

Yu Yanshuang decided to go for broke. He turned around quickly and commanded: “This time, you have to drink an entire bottle of Vodka. Sane, I’m worried you’ll lie to me when you confess. In China, we have a saying: Truth comes out after wine. I need you to get drunk, then sincerely confess to me and tell me your true thoughts.”

To his surprise, Sane actually smirked. He didn’t refuse. He reached into a small cooler to the right of the entrance and pulled out a bottle of Vodka.

“I thought we should have a good talk first,” Sane said. “You’re always in such a rush.”

He popped the cap with one hand and leaned against the wall, taking slow, deliberate swigs. His eyes never left Yu Yanshuang. He didn’t even use ice. Drinking high-proof Vodka like that should have made his stomach burn, but Sane didn’t even flinch.

What is there to talk about? Yu thought. Then he remembered something: “Wait, I have to record a video. What if you get drunk and forget this happened?”

Sane stopped, looking helpless. “Yu, I don’t know why you’re so guarded against me. But if it puts you at ease, then I’ll do it.”

He grabbed a chair and sat down casually. Even sitting, the tall man was nearly at eye level with the standing Yu Yanshuang. Yu, looking nervous, resembled a child starting to reflect on a mistake.

Sane raised an eyebrow. “How do you want to film it?”

Yu Yanshuang fidgeted with his fingers, maintaining a forced seriousness: “Sane, I’m doing this for your own good. Only by releasing your deepest fears will you find peace.” He mimicked a solemn priest: “Say that you are Sane, that you will listen to me, that you won’t resist me, and that you will confess to me.”

Sane grabbed Yu’s hand, pointing the phone’s camera at himself. He looked up at Yu and said slowly: “I, Sane, will from now on listen to Yu Yanshuang. I will absolutely not resist Yu Yanshuang. I will confess all the sins in my heart to Yu Yanshuang.”

His deep voice sent a shiver through Yu every time he said his full name.

Yu bit his lip and said, “Keep drinking.”

For nearly ten minutes, Sane drank. To Yu, it felt like a century. He watched as Sane’s eyes grew increasingly hazy. After the last drop, Sane roughly tugged at his tie and stood up with difficulty. “I have to shower first… I feel terrible…”

He stumbled toward the bathroom, pulling off his clothes as he went.

Watching him, Yu felt a surge of excitement. He wanted to do something bad to Sane now that he was so drunk. Having Sane shower wasn’t in the plan—Yu hadn’t intended to touch him—but in his excitement, he forgot to stop him.

Suddenly, the sound of bottles crashing to the floor came from the bathroom.

Yu instinctively moved closer to the door. “Sane?”

As if reenacting that day, Sane suddenly pulled the door open. But this time, he was wearing a shirt—one that was soaked through and clinging to his body, revealing every line of his abs. His handsome face was cold to the extreme. He frowned and looked Yu up and down with suspicion.

Does he not recognize me? Yu Yanshuang’s smile widened. He’s completely wasted!!

He held up his phone and approached slowly. “Look, this is what you’re supposed to do. You have to listen to me.”

Sane seemed unable to stand straight. The phone loudly played the recording of Sane’s promise: “I, Sane, will from now on…”

As Yu drew closer, he didn’t miss the way Sane’s lips suddenly curled. It was the first time he had seen such a wicked, sinister smile on Sane’s face.

A sense of unprecedented danger washed over Yu. His entire brain and body screamed at him to RUN!

He turned to bolt.

The next moment, a burning arm clamped firmly around his soft waist from behind. He was dragged into the bathroom, utterly powerless.

It was only then that Yu Yanshuang noticed the wooden door of the bathroom was also carved with The Rape of Proserpina.

With a violent, heavy THUD, the door slammed shut.

Now, Yu Yanshuang’s expression was an exact match for the terrified Proserpina on the door.