The Gloomy Overseas Student Rewards His Hubby With Some Thirst Traps - Chapter 30

Chapter 30

Seine must have gone mad…

Yu Yan-shuang’s face was deathly pale; he could barely hear what the people around him were saying.

Make love?

Hearing those two words come out of Seine’s mouth was nothing short of terrifying!

Did the people around them hear? Could they read his lips?! Would anyone suspect the kind of shady dealings they were involved in behind the scenes?

Zoe’s mouth was moving as she said something, seemingly concerned, asking if he was okay. But Seine handled all the replies with his deep, low voice, speaking perfectly appropriate social pleasantries.

Zoe sensed something was wrong and tried to stop Seine from taking Yu Yan-shuang away, but Seine cast a faint, cold glance toward Zoe’s father, and Zoe lost any chance to speak further.

Then, Seine wrapped an arm around his shoulder and whispered, “Are you coming with me now?”

Yu Yan-shuang’s face was extremely pale. He didn’t dare refuse; he was afraid Seine would actually go through with it. Even if it was just a bluff, driving everyone away to stay here together would only stir up more suspicion.

Seeing Yu Yan-shuang nod slightly, looking terrified out of his wits, Seine squeezed his arm in a comforting gesture and led him out, looking like two brothers on great terms.

Yu Yan-shuang’s mind was reeling. He never expected Seine to say such a thing. In his predictions, Seine might threaten to turn him over to the police or hire someone to beat him up, but he never imagined this kind of threat. He had even done his homework, searching for how to ensure a better life while imprisoned in America. After searching high and low, he had concluded that the best way was to flee back to China and serve his time in a domestic prison.

“Seine, Seine! Why didn’t you say hello when you arrived?”

A woman’s voice rang out—melodic and clear, like a mountain spring. Yu Yan-shuang instinctively looked back.

Standing there was a woman with pure blonde hair and blue eyes. She was incredibly beautiful, possessing the delicate features most popular in America—like a porcelain doll, but one that appeared aloof and high-born. Yu Yan-shuang could tell at a glance that this was Seine’s mother. Although only Seine’s lips and jawline resembled hers, there was an unmistakable aura of similarity from a distance.

Yu Yan-shuang suddenly felt a glimmer of hope: should he ask Seine’s mother for help?

Seine had used the phrase “make love.” But they were both men! How was that even possible?!

Yu Yan-shuang didn’t know if Seine was just scaring him or if he actually meant it. It couldn’t be real, right? Haha… two men who both didn’t like men!!

He had been the one threatening Seine all along, but now that the tables were turned, he was in a total state of confusion, allowing himself to be led away. Because Seine looked so calm and composed, Yu Yan-shuang’s internal fear and panic only intensified.

He was still debating whether to call out to Seine’s mother to tell her to control her crazed son.

“Mother, stop. Just stay right there; there’s no need to come over.” Seine’s grey eyes held no surprise or joy; instead, they were filled with heavy guardedness. His tone was ice-cold: “I will complete my agreement with you and Father as soon as possible. Until then, do not pressure me.”

Yu Yan-shuang noticed Seine used the formal “Mother” rather than the more intimate “Mom.”

He had hoped calling out to her might help, but he watched as Seine’s mother actually stopped in her tracks because of his command. She looked at Seine with a complex expression, not even glancing at Yu Yan-shuang.

Yu Yan-shuang realized he was truly doomed tonight. Only by stepping up himself could he possibly negotiate with Seine. He had to be calm, composed, and tactful!

“Seine… what kind of joke is this? Haha, I’m a bit hungry, can we eat first?” Yu Yan-shuang put on a well-behaved smile, trying to act cute. “Then we can have a good talk, right? Besides, I have a copy of that video too. You don’t want it leaked and have people see you doing those things, do you?”

They both had a copy—it was a stalemate. Nothing to worry about, Yu Yan-shuang reassured himself.

Hearing Yu Yan-shuang deliberately trying to sound sweet made his voice particularly soft. Even though his English had a Chinese accent, it only made him seem more adorable.

Seine chuckled softly. “Who said I’m afraid of it leaking? I don’t believe I ever said that.”

Yu Yan-shuang was dumbfounded. Huh?

Seine wasn’t afraid? Impossible! Yu Yan-shuang himself was scared to death of it leaking! He checked his pocket every day to make sure his phone was there. His claim to Seine about having a backup elsewhere was a total lie! He didn’t dare put it on any cloud drive, terrified those photos would turn into a PDF and circulate to every corner of the world.

If it really leaked, he would be back in the middle of those high school rumors! He remembered how his adoptive mother’s gaze had changed from doting to disgusted. He remembered the mocking looks of the people around him. Hearts changed so quickly. Disgusting gay, pervert, shamelessly seducing his own brother… those words felt like they were ringing in his ears again.

Yu Yan-shuang’s face tensed up. He stammered, “You… you… don’t you care if people call you a disgusting gay?”

“You have no idea. If rumors spread that you’re gay, the reputation, friends, and flattery you have now will all vanish! Seine, I’m not just trying to scare you—it’s truly terrifying. You have to think clearly!” Yu Yan-shuang put on a stern face, trying to intimidate Seine with his own past experiences.

“Are you talking about the movements in the video? That was just ‘mutual assistance,’ wasn’t it?” Seine’s deep eyes held a hint of a smile.

How could Seine not know how much Yu Yan-shuang feared exposure? He had investigated the boy’s background thoroughly; he even knew when the little guy had his first nocturnal emission. If Yu Yan-shuang was willing to stay by his side obediently, Seine wouldn’t mind being “threatened,” but the boy was avoiding him. If the carrot didn’t work, he had to use the stick. This was a game of chess. Seine didn’t actually want to leak it either. His “fearlessness” was because he didn’t care about the gossip, even if dealing with his conservative family would be a headache.

But he was certain Yu Yan-shuang was more afraid. The boy cared too much about “face” and had a deep-seated trauma regarding rumors. Seine’s heart softened slightly; he would try to be as gentle as possible later.

Yu Yan-shuang clenched his fists. He didn’t expect Seine to throw his own “mutual assistance” excuse back at him. He had truly shot himself in the foot—twice! He knew Seine was doing this on purpose. Had he been faking it this whole time?

Clearly, Seine was just addicted to that kind of thing! But Seine was a devout believer who barely knew how to relieve himself; maybe he really thought “make love” just meant a more intense version of mutual assistance?

Yu Yan-shuang felt slightly better after this self-deluded comfort. He grumbled, “Since you aren’t afraid of it leaking, why have you been so obedient lately? Or were you never afraid?”

“Because…” Seine laughed lowly.

During their conversation, Yu Yan-shuang had been dragging his feet, practically being hauled along by Seine. They turned a corner and arrived at a VIP glass elevator. Seine had originally wanted their first time to be at the Seton Hotel—the place where they first met while sober—but it was too far. He had booked the presidential suite upstairs.

They entered the elevator. With Seine’s arm around him, there was no way to run. Yu Yan-shuang watched as Seine pressed the button for the 32nd floor. The elevator rose rapidly, leaving Yu Yan-shuang’s heart feeling suspended in mid-air. The luxury night view of Chicago was laid out before them. Through the glass, one could vaguely see Yu Yan-shuang’s fearful, worried face.

Ding.

Seine hadn’t finished his sentence, and the wait made Yu Yan-shuang even more anxious. When the doors opened, he instinctively looked for an escape route, only to find…

There was only one room on the top floor. The elevator opened directly into the foyer of the suite. There was no possibility of escape.

As the door opened, Yu Yan-shuang grabbed the doorframe with both hands, his voice trembling: “Seine, what exactly do you want to do…”

The room was pitch black. Yu Yan-shuang finally felt true terror. There was no one around; if Seine beat him to death here, would anyone even care?

Seine peeled Yu Yan-shuang’s fingers off the doorframe one by one, then interlaced their fingers. With his other hand on Yu Yan-shuang’s waist, he pulled him into the darkness.

Click. The door closed.

Seine approached from behind, pressing against Yu Yan-shuang’s ear before whispering his reply: “Because I seem to have been turned gay by you. My head is full of nothing but wanting to fuck you.”

What?!

What did obedience have to do with being “turned gay”? And… fuck? Was that a curse word meaning he wanted to beat him up? Or a verb…

These must be excuses Seine was using because he still wanted “mutual assistance”! It was impossible for him to be gay!

Before Yu Yan-shuang could cry out in shock, his chin was seized by hot fingers and turned around. His lips were suddenly met with something warm and soft. His cheek was pressed by Seine’s high nose. Yu Yan-shuang instantly realized: it was Seine’s mouth!

Seine was actually kissing him on the lips! Seine!! Was!! Kissing!! A man!!

Wasn’t he so repulsed by homosexuality that he’d punish anyone for mentioning it?!

Yu Yan-shuang almost screamed. This was something he never imagined would happen. For a moment, he didn’t even have time to mourn the loss of his first kiss, or the fact that he was equally repulsed by being this intimate with a man. His mind was entirely consumed by the shock that Seine had gone crazy and was kissing a man!

He immediately tried to struggle, but Seine had anticipated his move. In a familiar maneuver, as soon as Yu Yan-shuang raised his hands, Seine pinned them behind his lower back.

Thump!

Just like every time Seine “attacked,” he was pressed against the wall. His cheek was forced against the cold doorframe, the chill making his heart jump. The impact even knocked the chandelier in the foyer on. In an instant, their expressions could no longer be hidden in the dark.

Seine was very close, staring at Yu Yan-shuang with predatory eyes. Yu Yan-shuang felt as if he’d been burned; he instinctively looked away. That kind of gaze made it easy to scare oneself into imagining the terrible things that might follow. It would have been better if the lights stayed off…

“Wait, Seine, wait! How were you ‘turned gay’? I think you—” Yu Yan-shuang tried to persuade him, but Seine used his thumb to press against Yu Yan-shuang’s lips, not allowing him to speak further.

He was afraid he’d soften his heart if he listened too much. He had planned this out on the way to the banquet. He couldn’t tell Yu Yan-shuang that he had always liked men; he had to make the boy feel more guilty. Perhaps just like the last time he lied about his religious beliefs and the silly boy offered “mutual assistance,” this time Yu Yan-shuang would obediently open his legs.

He whispered his deception: “When you first touched me, no one had ever touched me like that. Do you know, Yu Yan-shuang? Since then, I’ve often dreamed of you, dreamed of being touched by you. I simply can’t forget that feeling. You’ve ruined me. So yes, you turned me gay.”

“Little Yu, look at me now. I want you to see how I kiss you.”

Seine used one hand to tilt Yu Yan-shuang’s head to the right. There was a glass decorative piece by the entrance, and their overlapping figures were blurred in the reflection. Or rather, the tall, mature man had almost completely hidden the black-haired youth in his arms. He wanted Yu Yan-shuang to be clearly aware that he was being touched by a man.

Yu Yan-shuang saw his own pale, terrified face. Just as he was about to speak, Seine lowered his head and kissed him without hesitation. Because they were turned sideways and the height difference was significant, Seine had to bend his back deeply to reach him.

Yu Yan-shuang watched his own lower face in the reflection gradually get covered by dark blonde hair, leaving only a pair of panicked black eyes. This wasn’t the light touch from earlier. Seine’s thick tongue forced its way into Yu Yan-shuang’s mouth before he could react.

It went incredibly deep.

Yu Yan-shuang was forced to tilt his head back to receive the almost frenzied kiss. His mouth was completely filled by Seine; he couldn’t escape. He could only feel Seine’s tongue sweeping over every inch of his oral cavity, overbearingly tangling with his own. This was madness! This wasn’t a kiss! This was an assault!

By the time Yu Yan-shuang finally regained his senses and tried to bite, Seine’s index finger and thumb were already locked onto his jaw, applying pressure to the soft flesh of his cheeks. This action prevented Yu Yan-shuang from closing his teeth, forcing him to keep his mouth wide open for Seine’s tongue to invade. He couldn’t even swallow; his saliva was sucked dry by Seine. Even the lingering sweet taste of the cocktail was washed away by the heavy, bitter scent of Seine’s whiskey.

This was not a kiss! It was an act of devouring him!

Does a kiss involve sucking a tongue like this? Does a kiss involve swallowing saliva like a thirsty man? Does a kiss…

“Mmph…”

As if by instinct, Seine’s tongue suddenly swept across a highly sensitive area on the roof of Yu Yan-shuang’s mouth. Yu Yan-shuang let out a soft moan, instinctively trying to back away from this strange, foreign sensation. This only stimulated Seine further. He pressed the attack, tongue flicking and licking that sensitive spot. Yu Yan-shuang’s strength to resist even ebbed slightly.

Seine was too tall. Yu Yan-shuang’s chin was tilted high, his slender white neck held by a large, tanned hand with thick, powerful knuckles. The soft flesh of his cheeks was indented by the man’s grip. It looked so pitiable.

Yu Yan-shuang was overwhelmed. Pinned from head to toe, the only thing he could do was use his delicate tongue to push back against Seine, but it only seemed to entangle them deeper. They kissed for a long time. The mirrored surface clearly showed the sight of the thick tongue churning against the smaller one, occasionally revealing a flash of red.

The sight made Yu Yan-shuang’s heart tremble. He didn’t want to see how he was being kissed, but closing his eyes only made his senses more acute. He clearly felt that Seine had no intention of letting him go, as if he wanted to leave his wet mark on every corner of the boy’s mouth.

It was an ordeal, being surrounded by that dizzying, strange feeling. It felt like an eternity before his mouth was kissed into a warm heat. His jaw ached. This time, his saliva actually overflowed.

“Mmmph! Mmmph!!”

Because he couldn’t speak, Yu Yan-shuang didn’t want the saliva to leak out—the feeling was too erotic. He tried to make sounds of protest, but this only made Seine more excited, driving his tongue deeper with each thrust.

Because of the height difference, the kiss was tiring. Seine finally let go of Yu Yan-shuang’s cheeks, used one hand to grab his waist and turn him around, easily lifting him up against the wall. This allowed Yu Yan-shuang to look down while Seine looked up.

Yu Yan-shuang saw Seine’s cold face—there wasn’t a trace of mercy. Those grey eyes stared at him with intense pressure, as if Yu Yan-shuang were a fortress Seine was determined to conquer. He should have run, but in his suspended state, Yu Yan-shuang had to wrap his legs around Seine’s waist to keep from falling. His hands were still pinned.

Seine smirked and deliberately loosened his support. Yu Yan-shuang let out a gasp of surprise, and fearing a fall, he proactively tightened his legs around Seine’s waist. Their body heat transferred between them. Seine let out a satisfied sigh, like a man who had been thirsty for a long time finally tasting a cool spring.

Because Seine paused to change his angle, Yu Yan-shuang got a momentary reprieve. Once he was steady in Seine’s arms, he immediately said, “Brother Seine…”

Before he could plead for mercy, Seine leaned up again and blocked his mouth. His large hand grabbed the boy’s cheek again, manually prying his teeth open. Yu Yan-shuang had zero resistance. He even started wondering if Seine had specifically trained in grappling; why was he so powerless?

In this position, each could clearly feel the other’s physical reaction. Seine sensed that Yu Yan-shuang was actually starting to get stirred up, so he kissed even more forcefully, using every technique he knew. Finally, he was kissing the lips he had desired for so long.

Yu Yan-shuang, feeling Seine’s state, was truly terrified now. This didn’t look like Seine would let him go easily. What was wrong with him? Why go crazy all of a sudden? If he had known, he wouldn’t have bullied him so hard. Or, he shouldn’t have taken those photos to threaten him.

Yu Yan-shuang tried to calm down, though he was a bit dazed from the kiss. His thoughts were fragmented—how to escape this situation? Scenes of their interactions flashed through his mind.

Pretend to be drunk… The idea suddenly popped up.

Was Seine doing this because he was turned gay and was taking his anger out on him, wanting to turn him gay too? Was that why he forced him to watch? Just like he had forced Seine to watch his own pranks? It must be a sense of revenge!

If he acted drunk and out of it, how could Seine force him to watch? Yu Yan-shuang thought it was a brilliant idea! He had to make Seine calm down first. Clearly, any resistance only made Seine more excited—just like how Seine’s resistance used to excite him. The more resistance, the more excitement. Yu Yan-shuang understood himself, and thus understood Seine’s psychology.

He would submit first… he’d have to endure one more humiliation!

Yu Yan-shuang pitifully fluttered his thick eyelashes. He stopped trying to clench his teeth and instead relaxed his body. Sure enough, feeling the change, Seine paused. Yu Yan-shuang secretly gloated, thinking his plan was working. He slightly opened his lips and even took the initiative.

He thought: the rumors said Seine hated gays, so he shouldn’t be that easy to turn. He probably wasn’t gay. He must just be furious lately! Driven mad by anger. Forcing him to be a servant, forcing him out of his dorm, forcing him to write a paper—Seine even wrote course previews to please him. It was his own fault for pushing too hard; now Seine was using this method to get back at him!

Although he didn’t understand this new tactic of Seine’s, he figured if Seine was pretending to be gay to scare him, then responding proactively would actually disgust Seine! Like the first time he kissed Seine’s neck—Seine tried to push him away but accidentally touched his butt, and he had been terrified. Now, if he initiated contact, Seine would probably be scared into letting him go!

Yu Yan-shuang started to mimic Seine’s movements, though much more timidly and clumsily. His tongue tremblingly licked Seine’s lips, and his own lips moved to try and suckle Seine’s. The action was soft and obedient, like a feather tickling Seine, causing Seine’s breathing to grow heavier. A thrill of excitement shivered through Seine’s mind.

Seine opened his eyes to look at Yu Yan-shuang, his gaze full of disbelief. He never expected Yu Yan-shuang to respond; it sent a jolt through his entire body. He noticed the boy’s cheeks and ears were flaming red, and his eyelashes were shaking. Was he shy? Had this little straight boy found pleasure in it?

Enjoying Yu Yan-shuang’s mysterious initiative, Seine opened his mouth wide, allowing the boy to explore slowly. He stared at Yu Yan-shuang’s face, but his hands couldn’t stay still. Since he didn’t need to pry the boy’s jaw open anymore, he could do other things.

He released the boy’s wrists. One hand supported the boy’s buttocks, while the other pressed against his back, pulling him tight against his body. It was as if he wanted to crush the boy into his embrace. His palm kneaded the soft flesh, imagining how beautiful it would look overflowing between his fingers.

Yu Yan-shuang felt those rough fingers trying to lift the hem of his shirt. Startled, he suddenly opened his eyes and made unexpected eye contact with Seine.

This wasn’t what he predicted!! Shouldn’t Seine be disgusted and pushing him away? Why was he getting more handsy!!

Yu Yan-shuang tried to retract his tongue, but Seine instantly caught it between his teeth—not hard, but Yu Yan-shuang didn’t dare move. His eyes grew moist with panic, his brows furrowed. He was terrified Seine would bite half his tongue off in a fit of rage. He didn’t want to be mute! He began to kick his legs, trying to escape.

Seine, being mischievous, used the tips of his teeth to lightly graze the tip of the boy’s tongue. As they stared at each other, Yu Yan-shuang didn’t miss the look of utter satisfaction in Seine’s eyes—like a lion that had just enjoyed an incredibly delicious meal.

This made Yu Yan-shuang hesitate. Did I get it wrong? Why was he happy? Was it because he finally got to bully him back? Seeing him almost in tears from being bullied made Seine feel like he had gotten his revenge? Just like how Yu Yan-shuang used to feel? Did the satisfaction of revenge make him forget how “terrible” a kiss between men was?

Yu Yan-shuang took advantage of his free hands and pushed against Seine’s chest. That tiny bit of strength was, of course, useless against the tall and powerful Seine. But at least Yu Yan-shuang realized that by cooperating a little, he could move around more and wasn’t completely pinned. This gave him a chance to escape Seine’s control!

Acting as if he were being coquettish, he lightly pushed Seine’s shoulders. He endured Seine’s increasingly bold hands and the tight seal of their lips. These strange sensations made a mist of tears rise in his eyes. This look—a mix of lust and grievance—was so beautiful it made Seine’s heart throb.

Seine finally let go of Yu Yan-shuang’s lips. He pulled back slightly and whispered, “What’s wrong? Why are you going to cry again?”

He had just been so proactive. He had only just started; if the boy cried now, would he run out of tears later?

As soon as his mouth was free, Yu Yan-shuang held his forehead and said with a pained expression, “Brother Seine… I think the alcohol is hitting me. I’m dizzy. You kissed me until I ran out of oxygen, it’s making me even dizzier. Can we stop, please?”

Afraid his acting wasn’t good enough, he buried his head in Seine’s neck. His hair brushed against Seine’s Adam’s apple, causing Seine’s grip on the boy’s thigh to tighten instinctively. Seine lowered his head, kissing Yu Yan-shuang’s ear and cheek before lingering at his neck, a smile on his face. He didn’t know what the little guy was up to, but it was better than forced compliance.

Seine held Yu Yan-shuang by the buttocks—a carrying style used for small children. Yu Yan-shuang didn’t even need to wrap his arms around Seine’s neck; he sat steadily in the crook of Seine’s arm. Seine looked at Yu Yan-shuang’s swollen lips and asked hesitantly, “Does it hurt?”

He felt a slight bulge against his abdominal muscles. Seine wondered if he had served the little straight boy well enough? He had spent the whole afternoon researching how to make a straight man feel good while kissing and being serviced.

Yu Yan-shuang wanted to complain that it hurt, but he felt it would be too embarrassing. He gave a cold snort and didn’t answer. Even though Yu Yan-shuang was 175cm tall, Seine carried him with ease. Seeing that the boy didn’t say it hurt, Seine felt he had the energy to kiss him again.

Yu Yan-shuang’s face darkened, and he used his hand to block Seine’s lips. “I told you I feel sick! I’m dizzy! I’m drunk!”

Damn it, hasn’t Seine had enough revenge yet!

Seine carried him with one arm toward the interior of the suite. The path was a glass walkway, with the flow of traffic visible beneath their feet. Outside the walkway was an open-air pool, the sky-blue water rippling beautifully. Neither of them cared to look.

He patted Yu Yan-shuang’s back. “Since you feel so bad, it’s 7:30—time to rest in bed.”

What?! In bed?! 7:30 was too early for rest! Yu Yan-shuang felt that Seine’s sense of revenge was even more terrifying than his own! Was Seine actually going to perform “mutual assistance” and realize those lies he had told?

He was doomed. He had to run! If he kept “enduring,” Seine would kill him!

“No! I’m not going! Put me down! You damn Seine, you pervert, you’re actually kissing a man!! You’re disgusting! Where are your beliefs!”

Smack.

Seine gave Yu Yan-shuang’s buttocks a firm slap. The sound echoed in the empty hallway.

Yu Yan-shuang instantly froze. Being disciplined in such a humiliating way made him feel incredibly ashamed.

Seine gave a cold snort. “Me, a pervert? Then what was it when you were just proactively kissing me?”