The Gloomy Overseas Student Rewards His Hubby With Some Thirst Traps - Chapter 27

Chapter 27

Yu Yan-shuang’s body was in class, but his soul had drifted to parts unknown.

His phone vibrated periodically.

He didn’t dare look. Whether it was Seine or the girl behind him, Jiang Xuexu, trying to explain, he wanted to be like an ostrich and bury his head in the sand. From accidentally… on Seine’s bed yesterday, to today seeing what looked like a “service card” found at a hotel entrance, featuring him and Seine embracing…

How was Seine’s eyesight so good? He actually saw the image on that acrylic stand clearly.

Yu Yan-shuang felt the impact in waves, one after another, crashing over him.

But…

His eyes landed on the laptop screen, specifically on the notes Seine had compiled. Regarding the key points of the first half of the semester and difficult vocabulary, Seine seemed to have predicted what the professor would say and had annotated explanations for him.

Seine’s major was completely different from his own. To write a paper for him, Seine had clearly done a massive amount of homework.

By following these notes and using his translator, Yu Yan-shuang could practically guarantee he wouldn’t fail this class. If he had Seine’s notes for all his classes, he wouldn’t have to worry about graduating and could spend time doing what he actually liked. But that would mean being with Seine constantly.

Yu Yan-shuang scratched his hair hesitantly and stole a glance diagonally behind him.

The next moment, his phone vibrated. Because he had peeked too far, his eyes locked directly with Seine’s, who had been staring at him the entire time.

Obviously, that vibration was a text from Seine—perhaps reminding him to pay attention, or perhaps saying something to upset him.

Yu Yan-shuang glared at Seine. Just as he was about to look away, Jiang Xuexu’s voice came from behind: “Wow, I ship it!”

She used the Chinese term kedaole. Ship what? Did she trip and hit herself somewhere? (Note: ‘Kedaole’ is slang for ‘I ship them/this is a sweet moment’.)

Yu Yan-shuang silently pulled his chair forward to give the girl more space. He forced himself to refocus. With the MAC and simultaneous translation software, he quickly caught up with his notes.

When the bell finally rang, Yu Yan-shuang bolted. He ran with the intensity of a 100-meter dash champion, successfully leaving Seine behind in the classroom.

Reaching the bottom of the stairs, he instinctively looked back. Sure enough.

Seine was standing on the third-floor walkway, expressionless, looking angry, his gaze pinned to him.

Yu Yan-shuang’s face cooled. His lips were slightly parted from running, his chest heaving. The two were in a standoff for two seconds until Yu Yan-shuang pulled out his phone and replied: [Stop bothering me!]

Ignoring whatever Seine had sent previously, he turned off his phone and strode toward the cafeteria.

Beside Seine, the assistant looked miserable. “Mr. Seine, is our meeting still happening?”

…

In the back-kitchen locker room, Yu Yan-shuang hid in the furthest corner and finally checked Seine’s messages.

[Yu, don’t leave after class. I need to talk to you.] [Yu, pay attention. Don’t daydream.] [Yu, are you avoiding me? Was it me in your dream last night?]

That last message made his hand shake—the heart-stopping tremor of having a secret guessed.

With a long face, he began searching for answers online. Since he’d been searching “what do straight homophobic men fear most” lately, the results for “dreaming about another man” still came with those tags.

One person asked: I’ve always been straight, but my roommate is too pretty. I had a wet dream about him. Is there something wrong with me?

The replies:

• Really? Send me a photo, I’ll help you confirm.
• It’s just human nature. Pro-tip: falling for a pretty roommate is normal.
• In the dream, were you on top or him?
• Every time I see these ‘straight’ guys claiming they’re straight, I hear: ‘I’m a virgin’.

Nothing useful. He turned off the phone. But he hadn’t reacted to Seine’s touch that night, so… the dream must just be a natural release, right? He hadn’t relieved himself in a long time, and he’d been around Seine too much…

His phone buzzed with a WeChat message. Most of his high school classmates were blocked, and since he’d just added Jiang Xuexu, it had to be her. Thinking of how she’d praised him, he couldn’t ignore her. He opened the app, carefully shielding half the screen for fear of seeing that acrylic stand again.

Jiang Xuexu didn’t mention the awkward incident. Instead, she invited him to a gathering of Chinese international students.

A gathering…

Yu Yan-shuang didn’t hesitate; he replied with a refusal. When the Yu family scandal broke, several students had mocked him. He had left all the group chats and didn’t want things to be ugly.

Jiang Xuexu replied quickly: [Is it because of the photo… Sigh, that’s just my personal ‘shipping’ hobby. If you’re just friends, I apologize. I didn’t mean to parade it in front of the real people! Everyone really wants you to come; several girls really like you!]

Like him…

Yu Yan-shuang couldn’t believe it. Why did people seem nicer to him after he met Seine? Was it because they wanted to get to Seine through him? He couldn’t feel confident, even though Jiang Xuexu’s face had seemed sincere. Before the scandal, he thought his “friends” were the “die for you” type, too.

He refused again. Jiang Xuexu sent a sad emoji.

Communication stopped, but a private message arrived on Discord from the “Benefactor” who had spent $30,000 on Seine’s photos.

Benefactor: [The money is legitimate. Any photos of Seine today? I need them. I can pay $30,000.]

$30,000!

Yu Yan-shuang’s hands shook. If he sold a few more, he wouldn’t have to worry about tuition. He could forgive the world—even Seine! He could stop threatening Seine and they could go their separate ways.

But he’d just told Seine to stop bothering him. Even a clay man has a temper; it wouldn’t be easy to get a photo now. He regretted being so rude.

He replied: [Might not have any today. I’ll try. But since you’re so rich, you should be able to get close to him easily. Aren’t you a student at this school?]

Benefactor: [I am a man, and I like men. Seine won’t let me get close.]

Yu Yan-shuang raised an eyebrow. So that’s it. No wonder he hides and buys photos—and so possessively, too, buying the rights so no one else can see them. Unrequited love makes people scary!

He had an idea and asked: [Then… do you have wet dreams about Seine at night?]

This was the only place he could ask such a question without exposing himself, and the person was gay—perfect for clearing up his confusion!

Benefactor: [Did you?]

Luckily, Yu Yan-shuang’s persona was a “blonde beauty.” He’d created the account while Seine was in front of him, and that phrase had just popped into his head.

Yu Yan-shuang described: [Not exactly. He didn’t touch me. I was just in his arms, relieving myself.]

As soon as he sent it, he worried. This person was so possessive—would he be jealous of a dream? Would he stop paying?

He quickly added: [And the person wasn’t necessarily Seine, since there was no face. So, do you have them?]

After a long pause, a long message came back.

Benefactor: [Of course I do. Often. Different places, positions, times. The way the boy clings to my neck while breathless, or the way he calls me ‘husband’ in a wavering voice, or the way he dazedly sticks out his tongue. I’ve dreamed of it all.]

Yu Yan-shuang’s pupils underwent a “seismic event.” He had just read a very explicit, graphic text. What shocked him more was that the benefactor seemed to view Seine as the “bottom”? What a warrior. Who could pin Seine down?

[Does dreaming of doing this with the same sex mean one is gay?] Yu Yan-shuang asked curiously.

Benefactor: [Of course. If they appear in your dream, they are someone you deeply like and are obsessed with in your heart.]

What! Impossible! How could I suddenly like Seine?

Yu Yan-shuang’s face was pale. He pounded the keyboard: [Nonsense. Don’t try to fool me. I won’t believe such a conclusion.]

Benefactor: [I don’t even know you, why would I fool you? Anyway, contact me if you have photos.]

Seine, playing the role of the benefactor, let his lips curl into a pleasant smile. After typing the reply, he stopped the chat. No matter how much Yu Yan-shuang pressed, he didn’t reply again.

He left Yu Yan-shuang alone, nearly collapsing into a spiral of overthinking.

Did I really just turn gay out of nowhere?!! Impossible! And for Seine?! Obsessed? Ridiculous! But the benefactor didn’t know him; there was no reason to lie.

The kitchen manager knocked on the locker door, telling him to stop slacking. He put his phone away and dove into work.

…

After work, Yu Yan-shuang emerged from the kitchen with a cold white-bread sandwich. He didn’t expect Seine to come looking for him after he’d been so mean! The small path out was blocked by Seine; there was no escape.

Seine was holding a food container. He frowned at the sandwich. “No wonder you’re so thin. Stop eating trash.”

“I like it!” Yu Yan-shuang snapped, his mood sour. “Didn’t I tell you to stop bothering me? Did you forget I have—”

Seine suddenly put an arm around his shoulder. “Alright, don’t be so uncomfortable. Isn’t it normal for a boy to have a wet dream?”

“Uh…” Yu Yan-shuang froze. Right. Seine didn’t know what he dreamed; he just thought he was embarrassed. He felt relieved. Seine could never know.

“You’re performing well. You have the right attitude for a slave. Give me the food and you can leave,” Yu Yan-shuang said coldly.

Seine looked a bit dejected. “Yu, why are you suddenly so mean to me? It was my fault that night, I hurt you. I thought we were already good friends.”

“Don’t mention that night!” Yu Yan-shuang was already annoyed by the dream; hearing Seine bring it up made it worse.

He snorted inwardly. Good friends? Seine had sent Garcia to spy on him and intimidate him. Not “good” at all. He wouldn’t be fooled by Seine’s “pitiful” act again.

He snatched the food container. “Who gave you permission to question my decisions?”

Seine stared at him, a slight smile playing on his lips. “Is that so, my little master? You’re avoiding me so much, I really thought it was me in your dream.”

His tone was incredibly cheerful. To Yu Yan-shuang’s ears, it sounded like Seine was certain it was him!

Yu Yan-shuang jumped. “You’re so narcissistic! Who’s avoiding you? Besides, the person in my dream was a great beauty—pure blonde!”

“Do you also look down on my bloodline for not being ‘pure’ enough?” Seine lowered his long lashes. “My father looked down on my blonde hair for not being golden enough—not like the bright sun, but like tarnished antique metal. My eyes aren’t blue either. I had to give up a lot to become the heir.”

This was the first time Yu Yan-shuang heard Seine talk about himself this way. He didn’t sound like the “golden boy” of the school legends; he sounded like a “poor thing.”

So even Seine wasn’t favored by his parents?

In truth, Seine’s hair suited him perfectly. Yu Yan-shuang couldn’t imagine that cold face with bright golden hair. Unconsciously, he followed Seine toward the car. By the time Seine opened the door and pushed him in, Yu Yan-shuang realized he’d been led away despite wanting to avoid him.

As he was about to speak, Seine continued.

“I have to be perfect in everything to secure my position. My parents always wanted another child, but my mother can’t have any more.”

Seine’s new topic successfully made Yu Yan-shuang forget to protest. He was coaxed into the car—an old-school Lincoln limousine, spacious with a desk inside. The food was laid out perfectly.

Seine set out the insulated containers and pressed the chopsticks into his hand, nearly feeding him.

“Why can’t she have more?” Yu Yan-shuang’s embarrassment and shame were gone, replaced by a curiosity about Seine’s childhood.

Seine smiled. “That’s a family secret. If you knew, you’d probably use it to threaten me next.”

Yu Yan-shuang, his thoughts guessed correctly, gave a sheepish smile and started eating. Curse Seine, I almost found out another secret. He could never have enough leverage over Seine.

Seine watched him eat. Just eating together like this made him happy. As the Chinese saying goes: A beauty is a feast for the eyes.

But Seine’s mind was full of other things. He watched Yu Yan-shuang’s mouth, wondering if it would be soft to kiss. He looked at his neck, frustrated that he hadn’t been able to kiss it for days.

By the time Yu Yan-shuang had taken three bites, Seine was already thinking: This car isn’t big enough. I need a bigger one for easier movement. The ceiling is too low; Yu’s legs might hit the roof, or he’ll bump his head. He’s so sensitive to pain.

Seine’s phone wouldn’t stop vibrating. “Are you busy? I said I’d eat by myself. You dragged me here, piqued my interest, and then stopped talking.”

“I’m not busy. Your afternoon class is a ‘filler’ anyway. Why don’t we go to my dorm and I’ll explain your paper to you?” Seine suggested smoothly.

The distance across the table was too far for Seine’s desire for closeness. He silenced his phone and blocked his assistant. Too noisy.

He smiled and looked up at Yu Yan-shuang. “You wouldn’t want the professor to realize I wrote the paper, would you?”