The Gloomy Overseas Student Rewards His Hubby With Some Thirst Traps - Chapter 24

Chapter 24

Yu Yan-shuang felt as if he were hallucinating, watching Seine smile as he admitted to being gay.

Seine touched Yu Yan-shuang’s earlobe, looking puzzled. “Why are you daydreaming so much today?”

“It’s all your fault,” Yu Yan-shuang snapped.

Because of Seine, he had been in pain for quite a while. When he finally wanted to sleep, the neighboring dorm started getting noisy; just as he felt sleepy again, a bunch of night owls returned, making a huge racket.

Seine pressed further: “Do you believe me?”

Yu Yan-shuang stared at Seine with extreme suspicion. What kind of act was this now?

Yesterday, Seine bribed Garcia to intimidate him, and today he’s coming out as gay?

He’s figured it out, Yu Yan-shuang thought. He thinks that by admitting he’s gay, I’ll let him off the hook!

Was Seine out of moves?

Perhaps Seine himself knew how overboard he went last night and woke up today terrified of facing a fierce retaliation!

Hahaha! Yu Yan-shuang gave Seine a look of pure schadenfreude, thinking Seine had come up with a truly desperate, muddled strategy.

Yu Yan-shuang crossed his arms and sneered, “Of course I don’t believe you. Whether you like men or not—do you think I wouldn’t know?”

He lowered his gaze toward Ike. “Fine, stop pestering me. This ‘secret’ is too amateur.”

Yu Yan-shuang knew that nothing could be more explosive than the latest video he had in his hands.

Seine couldn’t possibly be gay. If he were, then all this time Yu Yan-shuang spent hugging and kissing Seine just to take photos… wouldn’t he have just been rewarding Seine?

Impossible. Absolutely impossible!

If Seine were gay, he wouldn’t have looked like his entire world of faith was collapsing just because Yu Yan-shuang touched him.

Moreover, last night… there really was no reaction.

Yu Yan-shuang was actually a bit uncertain—was it the alcohol that left Seine motionless, or was it because Seine was mentally prepared for a man to touch him, so he simply couldn’t get excited?

But this time, his method of revenge wouldn’t be so foolish!

He wouldn’t viciously pinch Seine back in the same spot, lest Seine start talking again about how his “chastity” was stolen and demand he take responsibility, dragging him back into that state of being controlled by Seine like the past few days.

On the other side, seeing the secret he deemed most important revealed so easily—and the other party not caring at all—made Ike’s expression turn incredibly awkward.

However, he didn’t dare utter a word of complaint, let alone do anything to Yu Yan-shuang.

Even though Yu Yan-shuang told him to leave, he stayed put, hanging his head and waiting for Seine to speak.

Seine, meanwhile, acted as if he had completely forgotten Ike existed. He said pointedly, “I was drunk last night. Did I wear you out?”

This sentence nearly made Ike’s jaw drop. Wait…

Was this something he was allowed to hear?

So, Seine was no longer hiding it?

The fact that he saw Seine reading gay manga couldn’t threaten him at all?

Yu Yan-shuang glared at Seine. “Don’t say such misleading things in front of others! You just… you just hurt me, that’s all!”

Ike’s pupils shook. Hurt him?

Seine’s massive build would indeed make someone suffer. It would be hard for an average person to match that, let alone a man.

Could it be that these two were reading the gay manga together?

“Sorry, I’ll be gentler next time,” Seine said softly, then turned and asked coldly, “Why haven’t you left yet?”

Ike immediately turned and bolted. After running a distance, he looked back at the two of them with a strange expression before quickly disappearing.

With no one watching, Yu Yan-shuang immediately pulled out his phone.

“Hmph, Seine, you’ve got nerve, not replying to my messages promptly,” Yu Yan-shuang said, hands on his hips with a sneer.

Seine explained, “I just got out of the hospital. As soon as I saw the message, I replied.”

Yu Yan-shuang glanced at it—true enough, the reply came just a short while ago, right when he had put his phone away and was changing clothes to go find Seine.

He huffed. “You just came from the field, didn’t you? Someone photographed you at the football field with a Chinese boy.”

A hint of anticipation appeared in Seine’s eyes. “Are you unhappy about it?”

“I’m happy! Does it mean someone else has leverage over you? Seine, you’re full of holes, haha!” Yu Yan-shuang laughed gleefully again.

He was even more cheerful than before.

Seine’s brow instantly darkened, becoming heavy.

Expecting a straight man to catch on is wishful thinking. Might as well just fuck him.

He explained, “Ike’s photo is from a long time ago. Someone came to me wanting to talk about you.”

Yu Yan-shuang grew tense instantly and couldn’t help but ask, “Say what?”

“I didn’t listen. I won’t waste time on useless people,” Seine said flatly, with a touch of coldness.

Yu Yan-shuang breathed a sigh of relief. On second thought, it was probably just those nasty rumors the Yu family spread about him.

None of it was as explosive as the photos on Seine’s phone.

Small fry. Nothing to worry about.

The most important thing now was for Yu Yan-shuang to live a bit more comfortably.

Yu Yan-shuang lifted his lashes, tilted his chin up slightly, and showed a frozen frame from the video on his phone.

It was the exact moment where Seine’s hand was inside Yu Yan-shuang’s pants, and Seine’s face was clearly visible.

Seine said with a bit of apology, “I have some memory of that moment. I was dizzy then; I thought I was back when I was eighteen. Why don’t we go back to the dorm? I want to repent to you properly.”

Knowing full well Seine might be faking the drunkenness, Yu Yan-shuang gripped his phone tightly to prevent it from being snatched. He asked curiously, “I’m not going to your dorm! But… what happened that year?”

Seine naturally reached out and gripped Yu Yan-shuang’s arm, leading him forward toward the dorm.

“Back then, I thought a Chinese boy was trying to seduce me. I was very angry and wanted to lock him in a room full of mirrors and cameras,” Seine said, voicing the fantasy he had when Yu Yan-shuang first appeared before him in that garden.

If he had met Yu Yan-shuang at eighteen, he would have shown no mercy. That night Yu Yan-shuang asked him to go to the hotel, he would have fucked him senseless.

He should have done it long ago.

As he spoke, Seine’s hand slid down further, grabbing Yu Yan-shuang’s wrist.

The protruding bone of the wrist pressed into his palm. Seine unconsciously tightened his grip—it wasn’t enough.

“Ow!!”

Yu Yan-shuang struggled. He hadn’t even noticed when his wrist was grabbed.

Seine let go, wanting to pull Yu Yan-shuang’s wrist back to inspect it, but Yu Yan-shuang dodged and pressed, “That’s a weird punishment. What would you do locked in there? Treat them like you treated me last night?”

Yu Yan-shuang frowned. If Seine had touched others like this before touching him…

He would feel so dirty, and himself even dirtier.

He’d have to kill Seine to feel better!

“Of course not. You wouldn’t want to know, and I wouldn’t treat you like that,” Seine coaxed with a straight face. “Let me see, did I bruise your wrist last night? I’m so sorry… shall I apply some medicine?”

“No. And why wouldn’t you treat me like that?” Yu Yan-shuang was still curious.

Seine obviously wasn’t going to tell him before actually doing it. Instead, he stared at him. “You’re not gay, right?”

Yu Yan-shuang guessed that Seine’s “punishment” might be like what happened to Ike—breaking legs, snapping arms…

Compared to that, last night seemed a lot better?

Yu Yan-shuang couldn’t help but feel relieved. Last night, Seine probably didn’t just beat him up because Yu Yan-shuang had those photos.

“Of course not,” Yu Yan-shuang replied, then turned and said triumphantly, “Seine, I’ll tell you the truth. All that stuff about calling you ‘brother’ and being ‘good buddies’ was just an act to disarm you. This video in my hand—no amount of PR can save you. From now on, I am going to truly get my revenge and punish you!”

With this major video, Yu Yan-shuang felt like he had finally become a bright, cheerful young man again!

As long as Seine didn’t want everyone to know how intimate he was with a man, or that he had served a man…

Once this video got out, Seine would never, ever be able to clear his name!

“I’m telling you, from today on, you belong to me!”

Yu Yan-shuang quickly searched for a specific word, then said viciously, “My slave!”

Seine raised an eyebrow, looking at Yu Yan-shuang in surprise. After what happened… Yu Yan-shuang wasn’t running away, but wanted to continue?

In reality, those videos couldn’t threaten him at all. Yu Yan-shuang really couldn’t leak them; Seine had long ago had people monitoring Yu Yan-shuang’s online activity.

He couldn’t control a hint of anticipation and played along perfectly, looking terrified of the threat. “How will you punish me? What kind of slave? Do I need to… serve you every day?”

The medication last night shouldn’t have been taken with alcohol; it was very dangerous, and his whole body had an allergic reaction.

Furthermore, he couldn’t see his family doctor about it.

It took some effort to find a place to have his stomach pumped. He hadn’t even had time to think about how to treat Yu Yan-shuang—after doing those things, how were they supposed to interact?

After all, Yu Yan-shuang was a true straight man. A straight man with zero reaction.

Seine even felt it was a dead end; it seemed the only way forward was to force it.

Take Yu Yan-shuang first, then talk about feelings.

It was better than being helpless like this. But now, the little guy wanted to “punish” him.

Seine’s mood brightened instantly. The “fucking” part could wait.

“No, no, no! Write my papers for me! Teach me your major, teach me about business!” Yu Yan-shuang said fiercely. “And, buy me a pair of shoes.”

He was dressed in Seine’s clothes from head to thigh—the material was very comfortable—but he hadn’t bought shoes.

They didn’t match the quality of today’s outfit.

“…”

So that’s the punishment, Seine thought, his mood souring slightly.

He knew it. In the end, it really should just be a direct fuck.

…

When he was led to the door of Seine’s dorm again, Yu Yan-shuang felt a bit dazed.

Why did it feel like he was being swindled into the wolf’s den again?

Initially, Yu Yan-shuang had forced Seine to take him shopping for shoes, then they went to the library to study, where he watched Seine write his paper.

The plan was perfect. But he hadn’t expected that because the library was so quiet, Seine kept whispering in his ear, making him feel incredibly resistant.

Left with no choice, in order to communicate properly about the paper, he came to Seine’s dorm.

He couldn’t exactly book a hotel room just to study…

Seine opened the door and raised an eyebrow. “Don’t worry, last night was an accident. You aren’t going to make me drink again, are you?”

“Don’t say such misleading things,” Yu Yan-shuang muttered, puffing out his chest as he walked in boldly.

As if returning to his own territory, he instinctively scanned the room.

The trash can was still flattened on the floor by the statue.

It felt as if everything that happened yesterday had just occurred moments ago. Mysteriously, he felt a bit of pain again.

Yu Yan-shuang leaned over curiously, peering past the bookshelf into the bedroom.

So oppressive.

That was his first reaction.

Seine’s bedroom actually occupied the spot with the best sunlight, but heavy curtains blocked it out. The bedsheets were deep blue; though they had a silky luster in the darkness, they remained somber.

It looked like a prison.

Seine approached silently, pressing close behind Yu Yan-shuang. He looked down and asked, “What are you looking at?”

Yu Yan-shuang jolted and took a step back to create distance. He looked up and said, “Mind your own business. You’re my slave now! Go, write my paper. I want an A!”

Seine raised his eyebrows helplessly, resigned. He took his laptop out of the bag, flipped through Yu Yan-shuang’s textbook, and started writing.

A freshman paper like this was child’s play for him, even if he hadn’t studied the specific major.

Though, back then, he didn’t even have to write papers himself.

His year of real-world experience on Wall Street was worth more than the four-year curriculum here.

He typed patiently, occasionally giving a “100” score to the cute doodles Yu Yan-shuang had drawn in the textbook.

He’d finish the paper first and keep the little guy happy. After all, Yu Yan-shuang might not be able to accept what Seine actually wanted to do.

In the library earlier, Seine noticed that Yu Yan-shuang actually took his studies quite seriously, despite appearing nonchalant and seemingly only thinking about how to use Seine for money.

Since Yu Yan-shuang was still willing to be entangled with him, there was no rush to jump straight to bed. He’d coax him for now.

Yu Yan-shuang looked around here and there, like a little lion inspecting his territory. He stole a glance at Seine and suddenly felt his new punishment was the right move.

He had been so stupid before!

Thinking Seine was homophobic, only to end up being touched all over by him.

This was better. He could stop there and just order Seine around like a slave!

He had no idea of Seine’s secret plots. He even leisurely shook his feet, wearing the new limited-edition sneakers.

The corners of Yu Yan-shuang’s mouth curled up. He took a photo and posted it to his Moments.

After the photo, he changed Seine’s contact name from “Toy Seine” to “Enslaved Seine.”

He laughed wickedly, but then found himself with nothing to do. For a moment, he felt bored and started to feel sleepy.

Feeling the peace and comfort of Seine’s place, Yu Yan-shuang had a new idea: “Hey, Seine, starting today, let’s swap dorms!”

Since he had such powerful leverage and Seine was being extremely cooperative today—buying shoes when told, buying a bunch of clothes, writing the paper—Yu Yan-shuang was feeling completely emboldened.

Seine stopped typing, his expression one of unbelievable pleasant surprise. He confirmed, “You want to sleep in my bed, use my body wash, and wear my clothes from now on?”

“…” Why did that sound so strange when Yu Yan-shuang heard it?

But… he nodded. “That’s right! From now on, what’s yours is mine! Hmph, it’s my turn to enjoy these nice things!”

Seine suppressed a surge of excitement and took a deep breath. “No problem. In that case, the left side of the closet is a bit lower; it’s suitable for your clothes. Mine will go on the other side.”

“Also, I need to knock through to another dorm room so there’s space for a new desk. That way, it’ll be convenient for me to tutor you.”

Yu Yan-shuang frowned. “What? You heard me wrong! I said you take your clothes and get out. This place belongs to me alone!”

He suddenly flopped onto Seine’s bed with his limbs spread wide. The mattress was springy; it swayed as he landed, and almost instantly, it softly cradled Yu Yan-shuang’s aching waist.

Heavens, it had been so long since he slept on a bed this comfortable.

Seine coaxed, “Don’t you want a personal valet to serve you 24 hours a day?”

“Then I want to shower and sleep now. Find me a brand new pair of pajamas! If you don’t have any, go to my dorm and get them!” Yu Yan-shuang ordered unceremoniously. “Also, bring me two Band-Aids.”

Seine stood up and leaned against the bookshelf, staring at the patch of waist exposed because Yu Yan-shuang’s arms were raised, pulling his clothes up.

It was snowy white, with soft flesh that swayed along with the bed.

There was also a cute belly button.

He raised a hand to shield himself slightly and asked in confusion, “Band-Aids? Where are you hurt?”

Yu Yan-shuang sat up and glared at Seine. “How dare you ask! Don’t you know the places you touched? It’s all your fault—why are your hands so calloused? It’s all red and swollen…”

Seine suddenly realized something. He had thought that when Yu Yan-shuang said it hurt, he meant his wrists from where Seine had pinned him down too hard.

It wasn’t his wrists?

Could it be that… it was too painful, and that’s why there was no reaction?

Seine’s heart beat faster and faster. He pressed again, “Band-Aids? Did the skin break?”

He quickly glanced down at Yu Yan-shuang and asked, “It hurts there too?”

Yu Yan-shuang instinctively covered himself. Why did being asked about that place feel so weird?

“None of your business! Anyway, you hurt me!” Yu Yan-shuang complained. “You need to repent for your actions. It’s terrible. Go get them for me.”

Seine’s breathing slowed.

A whole night of disappointment, of questioning his life, even thinking that maybe he should just let this little straight guy go—that he had no interest in forcing a straight man who felt nothing for him.

But as soon as that thought appeared, he immediately rejected it.

Why should he? Yu Yan-shuang was the one who provoked him first. He was going to do it; forced love was still love.

But now… it turned out the whole night of inner conflict was a misunderstanding?

He slowly walked into the bedroom and stood by the bed, looking down. His voice was very soft.

“Is that so? Lift your clothes. Let me check.”