The Gloomy Overseas Student Rewards His Hubby With Some Thirst Traps - Chapter 31

Chapter 31

Walking across the glass bridge-like corridor, the starlight vanished, and the pristine swimming pool was no longer visible. They entered the living room of the suite.

Seine carried him straight into the bathroom.

Why the bathroom?! Yu Yan-shuang’s eyes were red with fear. He couldn’t help but try to remind him again: “Seine, you’re joking, right? You hate men… did you forget?”

His voice was weak and pitiful.

“Do you want to bathe yourself, or should I do it for you?” Seine arched an eyebrow.

“I don’t want to wash. I want to sleep… I’m so drunk, Seine, I feel like I’m going to throw up.”

“Fine, then I’ll wash you.”

Seine decided without hesitation. He sat Yu Yan-shuang on the vanity counter and began unbuttoning his clothes.

Yu Yan-shuang clutched his hem in terror. “I’ll do it! I’ll do it myself!”

Seine smirked. “Wash up properly. I’m going to nail you tonight.”

Yu Yan-shuang made a bitter face. “How about… I nail you instead?”

Since Seine was in a good mood, he had used a slang term rather than something too blunt. Hearing Yu Yan-shuang parrot it back at him made Seine raise his brows, as if he’d heard something incredibly amusing.

He braced both hands on either side of Yu Yan-shuang, trapping him in his embrace. Even though the vanity was high, Seine was so tall that Yu Yan-shuang still had to look up at him. Because Seine was pressing too close, Yu Yan-shuang leaned back, tilting his head up high—looking exactly like a man waiting to be kissed.

“Do you even know what I’m saying?” Seine asked, amused.

Yu Yan-shuang blinked. He hadn’t actually heard that slang before, but he could guess. He wasn’t an idiot. Seine made him shower, which meant Seine—just like him—still found men “unclean” and needed him scrubbed before touching him.

Plus, Seine was naive; he probably hadn’t even seen an adult movie. He was a complete blank slate. Last time, Seine just grabbed him and immediately thought they had to get married—that’s how “pure” he was. His entire knowledge of “that” probably consisted of the “mutual assistance” Yu Yan-shuang had taught him.

Besides, during the kiss earlier, Yu Yan-shuang felt Seine was just kissing wildly without any technique. He concluded the slang must just mean “mutual assistance.”

Compared to being controlled and serviced, Yu Yan-shuang figured he’d rather just do the “manual labor” to help Seine out; maybe that would appease his anger. He just hoped it was a one-time thing and wouldn’t lead to frequent hotel visits.

He sighed. How did it come to this? He’d have to review his plan later to see where it went wrong. Everything was off-track now; he was supposed to be making money to escape Seine.

“Of course I know. It’s just helping you relieve yourself,” Yu Yan-shuang reminded him, trying to sound stern. “Seine, it’s not too late. I hope you can calm down and not regret what you’re doing! A person should have principles. You’ve been a Christian for twenty years—are you going to ruin that today?”

Yu Yan-shuang kept a straight face. “This isn’t good. When you’re old, you’ll regret today’s actions.”

Seine had originally stepped back to go grab lubricant and condoms, but being goaded like this, he immediately pressed back in. Since they had already kissed, there was no need for pretense. He cupped Yu Yan-shuang’s face and leaned in.

What a huge surprise—Yu Yan-shuang had completely misunderstood. Since the boy was offering to “service” him, Seine was going to enjoy it without a hint of politeness. As for the boy’s ramblings, Seine heard nothing; he was too focused on the sight of that small tongue flickering between opening and closing lips.

“You’re still kissing—”

Halfway through his protest, Yu Yan-shuang’s words were swallowed by Seine. As he sat on the vanity, Seine forced himself between the boy’s legs, pulling him into his chest.

Has Seine really never kissed before? He was so obsessed with it. Then he remembered—no, Seine really hadn’t. Yu Yan-shuang’s tongue felt numb. Since he couldn’t run, he just opened his mouth listlessly, letting Seine kiss him until he got tired. He stared curiously at Seine’s closed eyes.

The wet, rhythmic sounds of the kiss echoed in the bathroom, all caused by Seine’s forceful suction. Perhaps because Seine was only kissing and hadn’t done much else besides touching him, Yu Yan-shuang couldn’t help but mock him internally: Such a big man, yet so naive. He’s kissing for this long just because he doesn’t know what else to do.

Seine, dissatisfied, nipped the tip of Yu Yan-shuang’s tongue. He only felt better when he opened his eyes to see Yu Yan-shuang frowning and glaring at him.

“What are you daydreaming about? Is kissing me that boring?” Seine remembered Yu Yan-shuang had a huge reaction when he stroked the roof of his mouth earlier; why was he so indifferent now?

“My tongue is numb from your sucking, my lips are swollen, and you’ve swallowed all my spit! I’m thirsty, tired, and uncomfortable!” He paused, holding his forehead. “And I’m so drunk.”

Seine’s Adam’s apple bobbed. Sometimes he really didn’t understand how Yu Yan-shuang could be so seductive. If he didn’t know for a fact the boy was clueless, he’d suspect he was using these words to stimulate him on purpose. The more he complained, the more Seine wanted to crush him into his arms and keep kissing.

He lifted Yu Yan-shuang off the counter. “Shower. Now.”

Since Yu Yan-shuang misunderstood what “nailing” him meant, Seine smirked and goaded him wickedly: “Fine. I’ll wait for you to ‘handle’ me. Let’s see if you’re actually capable.”

Yu Yan-shuang clenched his fists and pushed the man out, slamming the door. Even though he didn’t know if it would help, he locked it. Then, before even rinsing his mouth, he tried to wash away the traces Seine had left. He was almost getting used to it.

He sat on the toilet, clutching his black hair, and let out a heavy sigh. Like a beautiful Ragdoll cat being ruthlessly ruffled by a human until it lost the will to live, his eyes were vacant.

“Pretending to be drunk didn’t work, kissing back just made him more excited, and I can’t run…” he muttered, so depressed he didn’t know how to save himself.

The good news: Seine was “stupid.” To him, “make love” just meant helping him relieve himself manually. The bad news: Yu Yan-shuang wasn’t even willing to do that. He was afraid Seine would try to kiss and touch him while he was “servicing” him.

This was a total loss of innocence! Who would believe he was straight after this? Had Seine really been turned gay? That was even scarier. Right now Seine didn’t understand much and could be fooled, but in the future…

Yu Yan-shuang suddenly stood up. He was afraid Seine would use his phone to look up what two men are supposed to do. If Seine really turned gay and figured out the mechanics, he’d be finished. He quickly began stripping and ran toward the shower, hoping to “finish” Seine off quickly and then bolt!

…

Seine opened the suite door. His assistant was standing there with a large bag, looking hesitant.

“What?”

Seine took the bag and checked it. According to the guides he found online, he had several types of lubricant ready. However, his face darkened when he saw “delay” products in the mix.

The assistant quickly explained, “Mr. Seine, the shop gave those as a gift because you bought so much. Also, about that oil project—”

“You’ve been with me for years. You can handle small matters yourself. Don’t bother me again.”

Seine had no mental energy for business projects. He slammed the door shut. The assistant scratched his head in frustration. Decisions worth hundreds of millions weren’t something he could just “handle.”

Inside, Seine hid the items in the nightstand. He hadn’t planned on hiding them, but now he was actually looking forward to the moment Yu Yan-shuang “serviced” him. He knew the boy’s personality: if he couldn’t run, he’d act obedient, but the moment there was a chance, he’d bolt. He needed insurance. He unpacked a camera and placed it in a flowerpot facing the bed.

Hearing the sound of water from the bathroom, Seine’s cold face softened significantly. He didn’t even check if the door was locked; he simply took the spare key and walked in.

Yu Yan-shuang had just finished rinsing his hair. Being preoccupied, he’d accidentally gotten soap in his eyes. He was rubbing them, blinded and stumbling out of the glass shower door, when he sensed something was wrong. He looked up sharply to see Seine standing there, staring at his naked body.

Seine’s expression was… Yu Yan-shuang couldn’t describe it, but the look made his heart thud. He quickly grabbed a towel to cover himself.

“You… can’t you just let me finish and come out on my own? Do you have to push me like this?” His brow furrowed in grievance.

Seine stared at his lips and asked softly, “Does it still hurt?”

Yu Yan-shuang grabbed a second towel to cover himself further. He felt like a violated maiden, even though he was a man and shouldn’t care about being seen shirtless.

“I’m sore and tired, and I’m suffering from being drunk. Why don’t you let me rest today?” He swallowed, his black eyes full of hope.

Seine walked over and grabbed a towel to dry the boy’s hair. The jet-black hair clung to his face, making his skin look incandescent under the bright lights. Seine couldn’t look away. His gaze slid over the boy’s slender back and the “butterfly” shoulder blades that looked ready to take flight.

Further down was the curve of a waist disappearing into the soft flesh of his buttocks. To Seine’s surprise, the boy wasn’t as bony as he looked. He saw well-manicured toes curled nervously against the floor, and slender, straight legs. Seine instinctively leaned down and kissed Yu Yan-shuang’s eyelid tenderly. How could someone be this perfect, as if grown exactly to his tastes?

Yu Yan-shuang dodged immediately, looking at Seine strangely. Why act tender now? His protests were being completely ignored. A few days ago he was the one in control, and now he was being bullied like this. He had been kissed, and now he had to service the guy.

Seine wrapped him in a bathrobe. “Yu, what do you want? First off, don’t mention ‘letting you go today’.”

Since the one thing he wanted was off the table, Yu Yan-shuang gave up and said fiercely, “I want to trample you under my feet! Would you let me?!”

Seine looked down at the boy’s clean, beautiful feet. He thought for a second and agreed: “Fine. But you aren’t allowed to say you’re tired.”

Yu Yan-shuang instinctively hid his feet. Why did it feel like Seine’s words had a double meaning?

After drying the boy’s hair, Seine said, “Wait for me outside. Eat some snacks if you’re hungry. Don’t think about running. If you dare…” He let out an ambiguous chuckle.

Yu Yan-shuang’s heart tightened. He bumped past Seine and bolted out of the bathroom. He leaned against the wall, waited a few minutes until he heard the shower start, and then immediately ran for the exit. Only an idiot wouldn’t run!

He scurried across the glass walkway, feeling exposed in his bathrobe, but he didn’t care. He tried the elevator—it required a card. He tried the fire exit—it was chained shut. Damn this hotel! When I get out, I’m reporting them for fire code violations!

Panicked, he tried to sneak back in and pretend nothing happened, but as soon as he opened the door, he saw Seine standing at the end of the glass walkway. Seine hadn’t dried his hair; water dripped from his dark blonde hair onto the floor. His bathrobe was open, revealing broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and solid muscle. The cold, expressionless look on his face was terrifying.

Yu Yan-shuang’s legs shook. He regretted not staying inside. He trotted back toward Seine with a forced, obedient smile. “Oh, the view out there is so nice, haha…”

Seine chuckled lowly, looking down at the little guy trying to flatter him. He raised a hand and stroked the boy’s cheek. “Yu Yan-shuang, you really aren’t being good. You lied to me again. I told you I would punish you. There’s a Chinese saying: ‘Things shouldn’t happen a third time.’ Today just happens to be the third time.”

“I didn’t lie… I just went out to see the scenery! Seine, don’t you dare frame me,” Yu Yan-shuang blinked, trying to prove his “honesty.”

Seine laughed, grabbed his waist, and lifted him up. He patted the boy’s thigh. “Wrap them tight.”

Yu Yan-shuang reluctantly complied. As his legs wrapped around Seine’s waist, he felt something and shifted his hips. He tried to buy more time: “Brother Seine, I haven’t eaten yet. Can we eat first?”

Seine pressed the boy’s neck down and moved toward his lips, his voice muffled. “Fine. I’ll feed you full first.”