The Gloomy Overseas Student Rewards His Hubby With Some Thirst Traps - Chapter 33

Chapter 33

Inside the 32nd-floor presidential suite, all the curtains were drawn tight. The room was shrouded in darkness, save for a thin sliver of light piercing through the gap in the curtains, illuminating the black-haired youth lying on the bed. His fair skin seemed to glow against the shadows.

Upon closer inspection, his eyes were red and swollen, his lips were a deep crimson, and dried tear tracks marked his cheeks. His neck and back were a canvas of flamboyant hickey marks—undeniable proof of how “enthusiastically” he had been treated.

Seine returned from a phone call carrying takeout containers and various medicinal ointments. He set the items on the table and immediately went into the bedroom to check on Yu Yan-shuang.

Yu Yan-shuang was still sound asleep, his face pressed into a soft pillow, his lips slightly parted. Seine couldn’t help himself; he leaned over and kissed him deeply, his tongue driving inward.

As Yu Yan-shuang regained consciousness, his mind felt like a series of crashing waves. He remembered Seine’s silhouette swaying before he finally drifted off—how could it be the same thing upon waking up?!

“Seine…”

He wanted to snap at him, but when he spoke, his voice was raspy and weak, sounding more like an intimate murmur. He pushed against Seine’s chest, his voice laced with a sob: “I’m so sleepy… so… ah… tired. Can you let me rest? Stop kissing me.”

Seine stroked the boy’s damp black hair, brushing the stray strands away to reveal his face—a face that looked utterly ravaged by passion. He kissed Yu Yan-shuang’s eyelid and murmured, “Almost there, good baby. Just a little longer.”

Yu Yan-shuang vaguely remembered hearing Seine say those exact words before he lost consciousness the last time.

When he was lifted to sit on Seine’s lap, Yu Yan-shuang felt completely limp. He slumped against Seine’s shoulder, gasping for air. But Seine wouldn’t let him lean away; he pinched the boy’s chin, forcing him to look at him, and moved in for another kiss.

A ray of light hit Yu Yan-shuang’s closed eyes and his teeth biting into his own lip. Seine used his finger to “rescue” the boy’s lower lip. But the words that followed made Yu Yan-shuang want to bite him to death.

“Take a bit more in, okay?”

…

Yu Yan-shuang’s consciousness was hazy. He was starving, thirsty, and his entire body ached with a lethal soreness. When he finally opened his eyes, he couldn’t tell if it was day or night. The bedroom was silent.

Wait… are we in a different room?

He looked around. The layout was completely different from where he had slept last night and where he thought he was this morning. He lay motionless on the bed, looking utterly lifeless. He didn’t even think about running; if Seine pressed down on him again, he might not even bother to struggle.

He had thought enduring it once would be enough, but Seine seemed tireless. It only took two rounds to turn Yu Yan-shuang from a rebel into a resigned lump of “lying flat.” It had been so many times now…

Yu Yan-shuang buried his head in the quilt and started crying from the sheer injustice of it all. He hadn’t been that mean to Seine—why was he being treated like this? Whether Seine turned gay or not had nothing to do with him; it was Seine’s own weak willpower!

He was no longer a clean, straight man. He had been thoroughly “sullied” into a gay man by Seine!

He remembered Seine biting his neck in the bathroom earlier and warning him: “Don’t think about running. I can find you anywhere in America.” Seine had blocked every exit.

Click.

As the door opened, Yu Yan-shuang squeezed his eyes shut. He tried to stop crying, but a small sob escaped him.

“Yu, why are you crying again? Does it still hurt?” Seine’s voice sounded from above.

The question made Yu Yan-shuang flinch. Every time it started with that question, the next second involved being coaxed into “eating” a bit more. Whether he said yes or no, the result was the same!

He shifted away slightly. Seine’s arm snaked around him, pulling him back flush against his chest. Like a man starved for skin contact, Seine coaxed: “Why are you hiding? Get up and eat, okay?”

Yu Yan-shuang couldn’t help but cold-snort. “Didn’t you say you’d ‘feed me full’? Why eat food! You didn’t care when I said I was hungry earlier! Just let me starve to death in this bed!”

“Stop talking nonsense,” Seine laughed softly, digging him out of the blankets. Seeing Yu Yan-shuang was too weak to resist, Seine began methodically dressing him.

Seine stared at the boy’s flat stomach and suddenly said, “This was bulging yesterday.”

Yu Yan-shuang almost screamed. He gave Seine a weak slap, but Seine caught his hand and pressed the palm against his own face.

“Why is your hand so hot?” Seine leaned in, pressing his forehead against the boy’s. “You seem to have a fever?”

Seine frowned in thought. Was it from earlier in the bathroom? He had been so desperate to be close to the boy that he hadn’t used a “box,” and because Yu Yan-shuang was so compliant, he had gone all the way.

“I’m sorry, Yu. I’m sorry. Does it hurt? Have some porridge first,” Seine began to coax gently. “I’ll call the doctor.”

Yu Yan-shuang shivered. Last night, every time Seine asked a caring question like that, he would ruthlessly force him to “take in” more.

Yu Yan-shuang felt genuinely faint. His limbs felt weak like his occasional hypoglycemia, and he felt nauseous from the sheer fatigue. He was genuinely afraid he might die. If word got out that a U-Chicago student was “done to death” in a hotel, he’d be a laughingstock even as a ghost.

“My heart is racing… my limbs are weak, I’m having trouble breathing, and I feel sick. I think I need a hospital…” He honestly told Seine his symptoms. He didn’t want to say a single word to the man, but his fear of death won out.

Seine didn’t take him to a public hospital; instead, he called the family doctor. It was impossible to hide this from the family now anyway. After hanging up, Seine asked, “Yu, where is your passport hidden?”

Yu Yan-shuang stiffened. “What do you want? Are you going to lock me up?”

“If you’re good, of course not. You can do whatever you want. I’ll give you houses, cars… why aren’t you ‘inheriting my estate’ anymore?” Seine used the Chinese term “chi jue hu” (inheriting from someone with no heirs), and he sounded very serious.

His handsome face and gray eyes looked at Yu Yan-shuang with total sincerity. But it only made Yu Yan-shuang furious. Last night Seine talked about “no heirs,” yet he had almost killed him by forcing a “large portion” on him.

“Stop talking. I don’t want to hear anything from you. You’re a liar,” Yu Yan-shuang replied in Chinese, then realized Seine understood it. Seine’s Chinese last night had been more standard than any American he’d ever met.

Yu Yan-shuang snapped in Cantonese: “Puk gaai!” (Drop dead/Bastard!) He won’t understand Cantonese, surely.

“Ng ho jung yi nei,” (I like you very much) Seine chuckled, repeating the phrase in slightly accented Cantonese.

As it turned out, Seine’s grandmother was from Guangdong. She lived in the US but refused to learn English, so his grandfather had forced Seine to learn Mandarin and a bit of Cantonese to communicate with her.

Yu Yan-shuang was so frustrated he was on the verge of tears again. Seine pulled him into his arms, resting his cheek against the boy’s neck, looking satisfied. “I was wrong. I’m a ‘puk gaai.’ But Yu, you have to listen to me. Stay close to me for a while.”

“I don’t want to,” Yu Yan-shuang said immediately.

Seine explained patiently: “I can’t hide last night. Some members of my family are a bit crazy. Don’t worry about my father, but my grandfather was a madman in his youth and still is. Don’t be alone; he really would come after you with a gun.”

Yu Yan-shuang turned pale. He thought about his original “ending”—getting shot in the street. He felt miserable. He was supposed to be the “son-in-law” of a rich family, but thanks to Seine, he was back on track for his tragic fate!

Seeing his fear, Seine comforted him: “I’ll protect you, but you have to stay by my side, okay?”

Yu Yan-shuang couldn’t listen; he bit his lip and didn’t answer. He was so afraid of dying.

Seine tried to distract him. “Baby, when you talk to me in Chinese, why don’t you smile like you do with that Chinese girl? Are you mad I didn’t use the positions from the acrylic board?”

Yu Yan-shuang was sitting in Seine’s lap, one of Seine’s arms supporting his buttocks and the other on the back of his neck. Because he tried to dodge Seine’s breath on his neck, his chin was pressed into Seine’s shoulder. The contrast between his pale skin and Seine’s neck was striking. He frowned—Seine was so “hard” everywhere, even his shoulder hurt to lean on.

The distraction worked. He was too angry to worry about the grandfather. “I just don’t like talking to you! Talking to you makes it hard to breathe! It has nothing to do with that acrylic board!”

Seine whispered, “Okay baby, let’s not talk. Just kiss me.” He moved in.

“You’re so thick-skinned! Seine, how did you become like this!” Yu Yan-shuang pushed him, but it was useless. He was soon trapped in the kiss. Seine is a hypocrite! All that ‘purity’ and ‘gentlemanliness’ was a lie!

By the time the family doctor arrived, Yu Yan-shuang was so dazed from kissing that his clothes were nearly off again. The doctor froze upon seeing the boy.

He cleared his throat and looked away. “Mr. Seine… this is a boy. Mr. Bass and the Priest will not be lenient with you…”

“I don’t care. Check him,” Seine said.

The doctor sat by the bed, drew a blood sample, and began the examination. He caught sight of the red marks covering the boy from neck to chest and glanced at Seine in shock. He never expected the boy he watched grow up to turn out like this. Everyone thought Seine was ascetic, though the doctor always suspected he had high “desires”—he just hadn’t realized how intense they were.

Seine looked refreshed and full of energy, while the boy looked completely drained. And because of the age gap and the boy’s “baby fat,” he looked very young.

The doctor asked cautiously, “Are you of age?”

Yu Yan-shuang immediately protested: “I’m not! Uncle, save me! This Seine is crazy, he won’t let me go! He’s locked me here and done things he shouldn’t!”

“Yu, you seem to have plenty of energy for shouting?” Seine glanced at him coldly.

Yu Yan-shuang wasn’t afraid. Having seen how “shameless” Seine could be, a cold face didn’t scare him anymore. “Uncle, please save me…”

The doctor smiled awkwardly. “Mr. Seine is my boss. He’ll be good to you. Here, take your temperature.”

Seine took the thermometer and explained to the doctor: “He’s an adult. He’s just having a tantrum. Bite down,” he told Yu Yan-shuang. “He just needs to know if he should give you adult or pediatric medicine. Stop acting up.”

Hearing this, Yu Yan-shuang tearfully bit the thermometer. He looked out the window at the skyscrapers of Chicago, which felt like mountains weighing on his heart. He couldn’t claim he wasn’t gay anymore. No one would believe him. Word would get back to China. He had been so righteous about his brother being “crazy,” yet here he was in America, “with” a man—and the one on the bottom, too!

“Bite tight,” Seine said, noticing the thermometer slipping.

The phrase made Yu Yan-shuang flinch. Seine realized why and kissed his forehead. “It’s okay, it’s over.”

Yu Yan-shuang looked like he was going to cry again. It’s not like it won’t happen again. Seine had said so many crazy things last night—about doing it in Las Vegas, on his private plane, in a tent in the Alps… He was a maniac! The Bass family must have repressed him so much he turned into a demon!

The doctor finished the checkup. He looked at the thermometer and then at the thermostat. “Mr. Seine, the AC is set to 38°C (100°F). Anyone would feel hot.” He sighed. “He doesn’t have a fever. He’s suffering from ‘overindulgence.’ He needs at least a month of rest. He’s young and will recover, but this is bad for his health.”

The doctor couldn’t believe how many times the boy had been forced to “release.” He looked at Seine, who looked perfectly fine, and wondered how he had managed to wreck the other person so badly in just one night.

Seine cleared his throat. “Fine. A month of rest. Why is his constitution so weak? Can you prescribe some supplements?”

…

When the food arrived, Yu Yan-shuang had just woken from a nap, lured by the scent of food. He felt his mouth being “cleaned” again. He opened his eyes to find Seine kissing him again!!

Before he could get angry, Seine sat him up in his lap like a child.

The menu: Deer antler, bull whip, ginseng soup. Yu Yan-shuang’s face went black.

“If you hadn’t stopped, I wouldn’t be like this! Do you know how much face I’ve lost?”

Seine felt a bit helpless. He hadn’t realized Yu Yan-shuang’s “appetite” was so small. The boy had looked like he was going to burst after only half a “meal,” even throwing some back up. They’d had to change rooms twice just to find a clean place to sleep.

Seine realized the problem: Yu Yan-shuang was much younger, sensitive, and loud. He had barely been “half-full” himself. He picked up a bowl of porridge. “Eat up. You need to grow taller and gain weight.”

Yu Yan-shuang hated being hand-fed. “Hmph. Didn’t you say you’d do whatever I want? I want you to feed me on your knees!”

Seine glanced at the boy’s feet. His Adam’s apple bobbed. “As you command, my little master.”

He placed the boy on a chair, knelt on one knee, and took the boy’s ankle, resting it on his own thigh.

Yu Yan-shuang’s eyes widened. “I… I don’t want you to feed me anymore!”

Seine slowly massaged the boy’s ankle. “Didn’t you want to trample me under your feet?”