The Gloomy Overseas Student Rewards His Hubby With Some Thirst Traps - Chapter 32

Chapter 32

When he fell onto the bed.

Yu Yan-shuang lay flat on the soft mattress, his body turned soft and weak from the kissing. Unlike the first time they kissed—when Seine had been fierce and urgent—this time was gentle. Seine pecked at his lips repeatedly and cradled his tongue with a tenderness that left Yu Yan-shuang feeling dazed and blurry.

It seemed that kissing… was actually quite comfortable…

Suddenly feeling a chill, Yu Yan-shuang tried to prop himself up. He really seemed a bit drunk. Why was his head spinning? Was it because they had kissed for too long and he was running out of oxygen?

“Seine, wasn’t I supposed to be the one ‘handling’ you? What are you doing?” Yu Yan-shuang asked, his eyes half-closed in confusion, his cheeks flushed with a faint pink as he tried to pull his bathrobe back together.

Seine leaned in close. For almost the entire night, he had been wearing a smile, his eyes incredibly soft. He pecked at Yu Yan-shuang’s lips again, making soft “mua~ mua” sounds.

The sound made Yu Yan-shuang flush with shame. He couldn’t help but remember that he had kissed a man once, twice… many times now. From his initial attempts to refuse to his current state of resignation—fine, just kiss, we’ve done it so many times anyway.

“I’ll let you ‘handle’ me later,” Seine whispered deeply. Waiting for the little guy to service him was too agonizing. He once again pulled away Yu Yan-shuang’s loose belt and asked, “Little Yu, what is it you actually want?”

Yu Yan-shuang didn’t understand why Seine was asking this again. He looked at Seine with confusion—why was he talking while simultaneously propping Yu Yan-shuang’s legs up? How were they supposed to do “mutual assistance” like this?

Seeing Yu Yan-shuang’s still-clueless expression, Seine coaxed him in a low voice: “Yu, I can give you anything you want. I’ll pay your tuition, I’ll teach you how to write your papers. You want to learn business? Anything at all, okay?”

These words, however, made Yu Yan-shuang afraid. Previously, he only dared to make Seine do things because he had leverage. Now that he was at Seine’s mercy, he didn’t dare accept these gifts… There was no such thing as a free lunch.

“Then what do you want…” Yu Yan-shuang asked, his voice trembling. In his heart, he already had the answer.

Seine really had been turned gay by him… He simply wanted to kiss him, simply wanted to do things that gay men do, simply wanted to treat him like a wife.

“Seine! What are you… I don’t want anything! I don’t want it! I want to go home…”

Yu Yan-shuang watched in terror as Seine leaned down, his dark blonde hair veiling a patch of snow-white skin. He could no longer lie to himself that Seine was just trying to “get revenge.” How could this be revenge?

He couldn’t help but remember the first time he met Seine.

Yu Yan-shuang had just stepped off the plane and gone through a lot of trouble to get a taxi to the school. Everything inside the campus felt so foreign. He was staring blankly at the different architecture and different races, hearing unfamiliar words.

Seine appeared, surrounded by a crowd of tall, strong people in athletic gear. That day, Seine was wearing a black tracksuit. He wasn’t at the very center of the group, trailing slightly to the side, yet everyone instinctively looked at him after they finished speaking. Without a doubt, Seine was the sun of that solar system. If Seine showed even a hint of a smile, the speaker would act as if they’d received a blessing, gesturing wildly to perform their story.

Yu Yan-shuang’s heart had raced with fear then. He had heard that these types of “golden boys” bullied international students. He didn’t dare look twice, quickly averting his gaze to find his way and avoid the group. But in that moment of hesitation, he ended up passing right by them. He kept his head down and walked away quickly, never noticing the gaze Seine had fixed on him.

“Ha…”

Yu Yan-shuang let out a sharp gasp, mumbling a reminder: “Seine, you’re finished. You’re actually doing such filthy things to a man. You’re shameless!”

Usually, everyone flattered Seine. Now, Seine was doing something so “undignified” and “servile” to him. This realization made Yu Yan-shuang’s mind tingle with a sense of superiority. I’m the one bullying Seine right now, aren’t I?

Seine didn’t know if Yu Yan-shuang was simply too naive or if he just liked saying whatever was on his mind. The boy was essentially narrating every one of his reactions to Seine, stimulating Seine to take the next step.

Yu Yan-shuang huffed, “I’m dirty, I smell bad, ah…”

Seine paused for a moment and couldn’t help but chuckle: “Why do I think you smell very good? Did you use some special body wash to seduce me on purpose?” He noticed the little guy was even instinctively moving closer to him.

“Don’t slander me…” Yu Yan-shuang stared dizzily at the ceiling, thinking to himself that gay men certainly knew how to enjoy themselves.

Seine grabbed Yu Yan-shuang’s clenched right fist, pried his fingers open, and kissed his palm. His voice turned muffled again: “Little Yu, you’re going to like this.”

In an instant, Yu Yan-shuang couldn’t think of anything at all. A total virgin had never experienced this; his head was spinning as if he were treading on clouds. Waves of sensation crashed over him. His swollen lips parted wide as he tried to breathe, trying to alleviate the unfamiliar feelings he had never encountered before.

Memories flickered like a kaleidoscope—every moment he had resented Seine, every time their eyes had met. His dislike of Seine had started with something very small.

Back then, Yu Yan-shuang hadn’t brought much luggage; his clothes were sent later in large boxes. He had signed for the packages at the school gate but couldn’t move them all. It was hot, and he was struggling with the heavy boxes, sweating and feeling humiliated—it was “losing face” for a man to be unable to move his own luggage.

Just as he stopped to catch his breath, he felt a gaze. He looked over. By the green field, Seine was sitting in a high spectator area, holding a bottle of chilled water, looking down at him from above.

At that time, Yu Yan-shuang only felt that Seine’s gaze was incredibly annoying. Is it fun watching me look so pathetic? He looked away and tried to straighten his back to keep dragging the boxes. Suddenly, two muscular American guys from the football team came over to help.

Yu Yan-shuang was flustered by the sudden kindness. He noticed these two had been sitting right next to Seine. Seine had seen him, yet remained indifferent. When Yu Yan-shuang looked again, Seine was no longer on the bleachers; he was walking toward the field with a cold face, ready for practice.

Comparing Seine to the helpful teammates, Yu Yan-shuang felt a surge of resentment. Later, when he heard everyone calling Seine a “gentleman” and “helpful,” he only thought Seine was a hypocrite!

Of course, Yu Yan-shuang didn’t know then that Seine’s cold face that day was because he was annoyed by the two people next to him. Seine had just seen Yu Yan-shuang and was about to go help, but the two idiots next to him noticed his gaze first.

One of them had stood up to suck up to him: “Seine, you’re too kind, pitying the poor again? What’s there to help a Chinese guy with? Go on, we’ll do it for you.” Seine’s expression had gone cold as the two ran off to Yu Yan-shuang. He lost his mood and just went to the field.

Yu Yan-shuang couldn’t imagine what expression Seine had right now. Was he fully immersed with his eyes closed like during the kiss, or was he looking down with that cold, untouchable air from the bleachers?

He could only see the wet, dark blonde hair against the back of Seine’s head. Water droplets fell onto his skin, cold, yet the lips and tongue were so hot and overbearing.

Seine was truly crazy…

Yu Yan-shuang instinctively arched his back, his feet trying to push against Seine’s shoulders to escape this foreign sensation.

“Seine! Seine!”

The moment he called out, his mind went blank. The bright lights above made everything white. “Ha… it’s over, I’m going to die! Seine, I’m already so pathetic, just let me go… sob.”

Seine’s gaze fell on Yu Yan-shuang’s slender neck, stretched long as he leaned back. He stroked the boy’s hair, thinking: This little straight boy has really never touched anything like this.

Yu Yan-shuang was dazed, feeling like he couldn’t breathe, waves of vertigo hitting him. He tried to beg for mercy, but how could a predator let go of the prey already in his mouth?

Tears hung from the corners of his eyes—he didn’t know if they were from pleasure or distress. He sobbed softly, his whole body trembling. His red eyes stared blankly at the ornate chandelier, his feet arched, the blue veins visible on his skin.

Seine hadn’t expected it to happen so fast, nor that Yu Yan-shuang’s reaction would be so intense. He wiped the moisture from his lips with his thumb, watching the boy’s dazed expression with increasing delight.

While Yu Yan-shuang was still out of it, Seine pulled him into his arms, offering dense, quiet comfort, kissing his cheeks and forehead. He whispered: “Little Yu, you’re the one who found me first. You’re the one who threatened me. You’re the one who turned me gay. You aren’t allowed to run, understand?”

He reached into the nightstand for the supplies. Even though he was determined to take Yu Yan-shuang today, he felt a flicker of unease. He never quite knew what Yu Yan-shuang actually wanted. But, he figured, the more they did it, the more he would learn.

When Yu Yan-shuang finally came to his senses, he saw the items in Seine’s hand. They smelled like sweet strawberries but looked oily and unsettling. He looked at Seine’s hand in horror: “Stop! Seine, what are you doing? What the hell is that?”

He had thought Seine would force him to “service” him; why did it look like Seine was still focusing all the “effort” on him? He was trying to think of a way out—he didn’t want to do this.

He propped his weak upper body up and tried to crawl away from Seine’s embrace. Seine grabbed his slender ankle and pulled him back, saying deeply, “Don’t move. I don’t want to hurt you. I want to make you happy.”

This isn’t happy at all!

Yu Yan-shuang vaguely guessed what Seine was about to do. He remembered Garcia occasionally walking with a limp, saying his butt hurt. It’s going to hurt! He panicked and tried to kick: “You… how do you know about this? What are you doing? Haven’t you never ‘relieved’ yourself before?”

“You turned me gay, so I got curious and looked it up,” Seine laughed wickedly, squeezing the boy’s ankle and pressing down.

Yu Yan-shuang’s eyes widened. He was too late! He hadn’t stopped Seine from learning more!! It was over. Seine wasn’t what he expected. He thought Seine was pure and at most they’d just “help” each other out. He felt a wave of regret—he should have run earlier. How could he stop running just because it felt “comfortable”!

Seeing the terror on his face, Seine reminded him: “Yu Yan-shuang, didn’t you want to get revenge? You turned a Christian gay. Look at me—see how pathetic I am. I’ll be in pain for the rest of my life. You should be happy, shouldn’t you?”

He was coaxing him, trying to make him accept it. People like Seine grew up knowing money and power could buy anything, as long as they wore the mask of a “gentleman.”

Yu Yan-shuang’s eyes reminded Seine of the first time a priest caught him reading Harry Potter. A younger believer was sitting next to him, terrified, confessing that Seine had brought it. It was Seine’s, but Seine had simply said: “I caught him reading it and was curious what was inside.”

Because the nine-year-old Seine looked so calm—even looking at the other boy with “pity”—the priest immediately believed the “devout” Seine. The other boy was punished severely and publicly criticized. From then on, that boy always looked at Seine with extreme fear. Just like Yu Yan-shuang now.

Seine felt more uneasy and added, “Yu, from now on, you can live in my room, drive my car, use my money. Anything. Don’t be afraid.”

The wet sensation made Yu Yan-shuang struggle violently. When Seine was forcing a kiss, he was afraid of getting hurt, but now he didn’t care about broken bones or injuries—he just wanted to escape. Perhaps because Seine was afraid of hurting him, the boy actually managed to kick away the large hands holding his ankles.

He flipped over to crawl away, not realizing how provocative he looked. He only made it a few steps before Seine grabbed his waist and hauled him back. Realizing the coaxing had failed, Seine’s voice turned cold: “Yu, don’t think about running. I swear it will be even better than before. Just try it.”

“I don’t want to! I’m not crazy! Seine, I’m a man, look closely!”

“I know. The one I want to fuck is a man. The one I want to fuck is you, Yu Yan-shuang.”

The cold voice made Yu Yan-shuang scream. His eyes filled with tears, which spilled over in seconds.

So “fuck” was a verb. Not a curse word.

“Stinking American! Insidious American! Dead gay! Let me go!!”

Once he realized flattery and pleading were useless, he stopped holding back and started cursing, his hands waving helplessly. He realized that insulting Seine wasn’t stopping him. He also didn’t realize his English vocabulary was too limited—his “insults” had zero sting.

Yu Yan-shuang’s nose scrunched in pain, and he tried to plead again: “Seine, Seine, Brother Seine, I beg you… please let me go. I know I was wrong. I really know I was wrong.”

He felt the strong abdominal muscles pressing against him and rough palms on his shoulders. He felt a warm sensation on his neck. Seine was kissing his neck again. Ever since being “turned gay,” it was as if Seine couldn’t get enough of kissing and licking him.

Even though it was meant to be comforting, it made Yu Yan-shuang wail: “Mr. Seine, why don’t you just send me to prison… I want to go to jail!”

“How could I bear that?” Seine opened the packaging and said methodically, “Yu, just stay by my side. I told you I’ll give you whatever you want.”

Yu Yan-shuang’s pupils dilated. His face was white as he said, “Wait, wait! Seine… at least let me drink some wine. I’m going to die… I’m really going to die.”

His voice shook violently. He bit his fist to keep from screaming in terror.

Seeing him like this, Seine’s heart softened. He paused, leaning over Yu Yan-shuang to turn his face and give him a comforting kiss. Seine’s own veins were bulging from restraint, his breathing heavy as he struggled not to lose his mind. He had been patient enough, but he couldn’t tell if Yu Yan-shuang was faking or not—the boy kept mumbling he was “dying” one moment and then moaning beautifully the next.

Seine couldn’t tell if he was “dying” or “dying of pleasure.” He looked at the boy’s face: “What’s wrong? Why are you going to die? Don’t be afraid. You don’t need wine. I’ll be gentle.”

It’s not a matter of being gentle!!

Yu Yan-shuang wanted to glare at him, but feared provoking him. Seine was so heavy! Being pinned under him made it hard to breathe. He said pitifully, “Seine, it won’t work, it really won’t… certain things should only happen in certain places…”

His crying grew louder, his body shaking. His thin shoulders hunched, the veins on his neck prominent from the intensity of his sobbing.

“Seine, how about this… if you like men, let me do it. Let me be the one to do this, okay…” Yu Yan-shuang proposed a new idea through his tears.

Seine almost laughed at the suggestion. He had no choice but to start over, flipping the boy over: “Fine, fine. I’ll let you be ‘on top’ next time.”

He moved to kiss away the large tears falling from Yu Yan-shuang’s face, pushing his boundaries further and further. Hot tears fell into Seine’s mouth. Yu Yan-shuang, unable to escape Seine’s hands, finally said what was in his heart.

His flattering expression vanished. He tensed his face to stop the useless crying, though it was difficult. He tried to speak with hatred: “Seine, I hate you! I loathe you! I swear, I will get revenge on you!”

But because his cheeks were flushed and his expression was soft, he looked more “ravishing” than “threatening.” He realized he had said this many times before—but had he ever actually gotten revenge? Not only had he failed, but he had fallen into this trap, unable to escape anything of Seine’s.

In his desperation, he started speaking in a mix of Chinese and English: “Seine, you’re finished! In China, a single son like you who is gay… you’ll have no one to inherit your estate! You’ll never have children! You’ll have no wife! No one to take care of you when you’re old!”

Seine kept comforting him. At this point, he didn’t bother hiding that he knew Chinese. However, he didn’t quite understand the specific term for “dying without an heir.”

“Baby, if I’m that pathetic, then won’t you take pity on me? You can be the one to inherit everything I have.”

Yu Yan-shuang froze. Not just because Seine spoke Chinese. His eyes widened, and more tears poured out: “Seine… you lied to me again? You big liar!! Stinking American!”

Seine laughed lowly. “Yu, my baby, be good. Don’t cry. How can you cry like this when we’ve barely started?”