The Gloomy Overseas Student Rewards His Hubby With Some Thirst Traps - Chapter 28

Chapter 28

Yu Yan-shuang rejected him mercilessly.

He spoke fiercely: “Who gave you permission to copy my way of talking? Don’t forget I have your video—don’t ever speak to me like that again!”

Seine rested his chin on his palm, a smile lingering at the corners of his mouth. “Alright, little master. I won’t speak like that anymore.”

He drew out his words with a lilt, his tone sounding as if he were coaxing a small child.

Yu Yan-shuang felt extremely uncomfortable. He turned his head and pursed his lips, trying to look cold and aloof. Whenever someone tried to soothe him, he felt an urge to sprout thorns and prick them just to feel better.

Suppressing that strange sensation, he spoke with an edge: “Besides, I’m not going to use your paper directly!”

“I’m only using it for reference; I’ll write my own. Just record a video explaining your thought process to me. There’s no need for me to go there,” Yu Yan-shuang glared at Seine. “Stop trying to make decisions for me!”

He finished his meal quickly. Only then did he realize he had been tricked by Seine into spending so much time together again. He immediately prepared to leave the car.

However, Seine suddenly grabbed his arm. His grip was powerful. “Yu, where are you going? You’re not allowed to leave. We’ve seen each other for less than an hour.”

Yu Yan-shuang looked at him with an expression of utter incomprehension. “We aren’t a couple—why do we need to see each other constantly? Don’t come looking for me unless there’s a reason!”

After a pause, he added: “Unless I call for you.”

With that, he forcefully shook off Seine’s hand. Just as he was about to open the car door, something occurred to him. He turned back to glance at Seine.

Seine instinctively raised an eyebrow, a flicker of anticipation in his eyes.

The next moment, Yu Yan-shuang whipped out his phone and snapped a photo of him—completely casual, not caring at all if it looked good. Then, glancing at the table, he snatched the apple and milk Seine had prepared, stuffed them into his pocket, and stepped out of the car without looking back.

The entire sequence was crisp and decisive. He didn’t hesitate for a second.

Within minutes, Seine’s Discord “Benefactor” account received a message from Yu Yan-shuang with the photo. It was partially pixelated. If he wanted the original, it would cost another $30,000.

Seine’s expression turned thoroughly dark.

…

After finishing his afternoon “filler” class, Yu Yan-shuang returned to his dorm and opened his laptop to study.

However, after a short while, he couldn’t help but start calculating his savings with a smug grin. He bit a small hole in the milk carton he’d swiped from Seine and dangled it from his mouth, swinging his new shoes back and forth.

Tuition was $61,000 a year. Counting miscellaneous expenses, he had already milked $60,000 from that benefactor. If he just took another seventeen or eighteen photos, his four years of tuition would be secured. The Yu family would have no leverage over him, and he wouldn’t have to see Seine ever again.

He felt a twinge of regret—he should have taken more photos today.

Garcia had said Seine was already looking for the person selling his information. He would be found out soon. But Yu Yan-shuang wasn’t afraid now; he had that video to keep him safe!

Originally, he hadn’t planned on letting Seine off so easily—he wanted to keep enslaving him—but that dream… It was better to finish taking the photos, make the money, return the watch, and end things here.

“Yu!”

Just as Yu Yan-shuang was lost in thought, Garcia returned, looking exhausted. He stood at the door, a belly full of things to say, but after the warning he’d received, he didn’t dare utter a single word.

Garcia hadn’t expected that after trying to pry for information just once, Rodney would suddenly order him to stop. Rodney had warned him not to reveal anything to Yu Yan-shuang, or all the money he’d been given would be taken back. Rodney hadn’t even shown up to class today.

It was obvious Seine had found out. Who else could stop Rodney?

The entire school knew that Seine and Yu Yan-shuang seemed to be having a falling out today. From Seine attending Yu’s class for the first time to them leaving together intimately, everyone was speculating about what Yu had done to earn such attention. But today, while everyone else was clamoring to get near Seine, Yu Yan-shuang was actively avoiding him. Combined with the marks on Yu’s neck and his disheveled appearance the other night…

Garcia had a bold theory.

Seine was likely gay, and like himself, he liked Yu Yan-shuang. Furthermore, Yu didn’t like Seine. Perhaps because Yu was caught selling Seine’s info, Seine had used the “You don’t want to be expelled, do you?” threat to force himself on the boy!

Garcia was almost certain. Such a loyal, cute, and innocent person like Yu was being forced to endure a gay man’s advances over a trivial matter. His gaze toward Yu became increasingly soft and guilt-ridden.

“Yu, you look like you’ve lost weight. You’ve seemed troubled lately. Is there anything I can help you with?” Garcia said gently, leaning against Yu’s desk.

Yu Yan-shuang looked away, feeling uncomfortable. Garcia had always looked after him, but Yu would never forgive a betrayal. He hadn’t retaliated yet only out of gratitude for past help; otherwise, Garcia would have felt the full force of a man’s rage.

“It’s nothing,” he said coldly.

Garcia felt even more pity. He must be under so much pressure.

“Yu, I heard you and Seine had a spat. Did he upset you? Do you want to get back at him?” Garcia said suggestively.

Revenge…

Seine was already being worked to the bone as his “slave.” But a little more revenge wouldn’t hurt, considering it was Seine’s fault he was having those dreams.

“How?” Yu Yan-shuang said casually. “He has been very annoying lately. Even though we’re friends, he’s unbearable!”

As expected! Garcia was convinced. Even if he couldn’t speak openly, he knew how to help Yu escape a gay man’s harassment.

He chose his words carefully: “A long time ago, when my best friend got into a relationship, I was so sad. Recently, a friend of mine is looking for someone to pretend to be her boyfriend for $500 a day. Want to try? You earn money and you can spite Seine.”

Nothing breaks a gay man’s heart like seeing the “straight” guy they like get a girlfriend. Perhaps this would rescue Yu.

Yu Yan-shuang’s eyes lit up. Garcia had used “she.” It was a fake boyfriend gig for a girl. Perfect. He could also test if his “nightmare” was just from spending too much time with Seine. Maybe being around girls would fix him. A person doesn’t turn gay that easily.

“No problem!” Yu Yan-shuang agreed without hesitation. “When, where, and what do I do?”

Garcia quickly explained the details. “Will this make you feel better?”

“Of course, making money makes me happy!” Yu Yan-shuang smiled, though he felt no warmth for Garcia.

Then, he couldn’t help but ask: “By the way, I have a friend. He’s straight, but he told me he recently dreamed about being in a man’s arms and… relieving himself. Does that mean he’s turned gay? And that he really likes that man?”

If Garcia were Chinese, he would have caught the “I have a friend” trope immediately. But Garcia didn’t know the subtext; his mind went straight to the only “friend” Yu had: Seine!

Was Seine tricking Yu like this? Was Seine pretending to be “straight” and telling Yu that hugging, kissing, and “mutual relief” were just things “bros” do? That was a classic gay predator move!

Garcia said immediately: “Of course not! Please, if I dream about a woman, does that make me straight? Your ‘friend’ has a problem—the other man is likely doing this on purpose to make him feel guilty! It’s not the man’s fault; a dream doesn’t mean anything. That ‘friend’ is too wicked!”

Yu Yan-shuang felt even more guilty. Fine, he had been forcing the blame onto Seine. But luckily, even a real gay man said it was normal. If Garcia dreamed about girls, he could dream about a guy. That “Benefactor” was just talking nonsense and had scared him for nothing!

…

Yu Yan-shuang took the night off from work, changed into the expensive new outfit Seine had bought him, and stepped into a flashy classic red Ferrari convertible.

The driver was Garcia’s friend, Zoe. According to Garcia, she was also gay but under family pressure to find a boyfriend. Since her family disliked Chinese people, she specifically wanted a Chinese boyfriend to spite her parents.

“Heavens, Garcia didn’t tell me you were this handsome!” Zoe took off her sunglasses, her red lips parting in a flirtatious smile.

Being called handsome made Yu’s cold facade crumble; a small smile touched his lips. “It’s an honor to be your boyfriend, beautiful lady.”

Zoe laughed, “Hi Yu, I’m Zoe. Actually, I’m bisexual. If you’re willing, I wouldn’t mind a memorable ‘date’ night with you.”

Yu Yan-shuang’s eyes widened and he waved his hands frantically. “No, no, no, we don’t do that in China! But if I were American, I’m sure I’d be delighted.”

His pure reaction made Zoe roar with laughter. She reached out and pinched his cheek. “You’re so cute! I’m falling for you already. Why are you so pretty? And so charming!”

Yu Yan-shuang rubbed his nose, the tips of his ears turning red. Since he was raised mostly by his adoptive mother, coaxing pretty women was almost instinctive to him.

Zoe started the car. “I’ll count on you tonight. You might need to drink a little. If you want to do something to me after a few drinks, don’t expect me to say no.”

Yu Yan-shuang’s face turned even redder.

As the Ferrari pulled out, it passed a Lincoln limousine.

The sight of the two of them smiling together fell right into the eyes of Seine, who was sitting in the back seat. He saw Yu Yan-shuang wearing the expensive clothes he had carefully chosen, going out at night with a woman. A beautiful, golden-haired woman.

Recalling Yu’s Discord nickname, Seine suspected Yu had a specific preference for blonde hair, just as he himself had a preference for Yu’s black hair.

Seine’s face went utterly dark.

He thought that when Yu said “four years,” it meant four years spent only with him. He hadn’t minded taking it slow. But Yu had just promised him those years and immediately changed into fine clothes to laugh with a Chinese girl in the afternoon and go on a date with a blonde at night.

Even though Yu had dreamed of him that night, the boy was treating him with cold ruthlessness now—avoiding him, using him as a cash cow, and completely disregarding him.

Seine wanted those black eyes to look at him forever. Only him.

His pity for Yu vanished, replaced by a raging fire. Without a second’s hesitation, Seine sent the edited video of their “interaction” in the bathroom that night to Yu Yan-shuang.

[Little Yu, you wouldn’t want anyone else to see this video, would you?]

[Come to the Seton Hotel, Room 2308, at 8:00 tonight.]