The Gloomy Overseas Student Rewards His Hubby With Some Thirst Traps - Chapter 34

Chapter 34

Yu Yan-shuang’s meal had not been a pleasant one.

After washing his feet once again—and getting his pants wet in the process—he had to change clothes yet again.

When Yu Yan-shuang finally emerged from the sunless room, Seine was already dressed in a suit and tie, laptop in hand, making phone calls. He appeared to be busy with work.

Yu Yan-shuang intentionally sat as far away from Seine as possible. Seine was leaning by the window; Yu Yan-shuang leaned by the door. However, he noticed that the exquisite strawberry mousse, the delicious cherries, and the cold Coke were all placed on Seine’s side.

Yu Yan-shuang swallowed hard. Everything was something he loved to eat.

Seine only glanced at him briefly before responding to something on the phone, seemingly having no time to bother with him. Yu Yan-shuang’s eyes lit up. He began inching his way toward Seine’s side, bit by bit.

His eyes remained fixed on Seine, warily watching for any sudden move that might result in him being snatched back into those arms for another round of kissing. Finding his moment, Yu Yan-shuang snatched a bottle of Coke and tried to bolt, only to be caught by the cunning Seine and pulled into his lap.

Seine’s delighted laughter rang out above him. Yu Yan-shuang was mortified. He wanted to curse him out, but since Seine was back on the phone, he didn’t want to expose his voice. Instead, he huffed and began biting into the cherries one by one.

The bright red juice instantly stained Yu Yan-shuang’s lips, which were somewhat pale from the excessive indulgence of the night before.

As Seine watched, his thoughts began to drift. He quickly finalized a decision on the phone and hung up. He then leaned down to taste the delicious, succulent cherry juice on Yu Yan-shuang’s lips.

Yu Yan-shuang furrowed his brows and leaned back, trying to get down. But every movement only invited a tighter restraint; his neck was hooked and pulled forward. He could only grab Seine’s arms to try and pull away, tilting his head up to catch more air—which only served to offer his lips up for Seine to taste to his heart’s content.

After another long session of intimacy, Yu Yan-shuang sensed something was off. He turned his head away in annoyance and muttered, “Are you really that insatiable?”

Seine pressed the boy closer into his chest, feeling as though he could never get enough, wanting to be even closer. He asked again: “What is it you actually want, Little Yu?”

The question was whispered so tenderly it was as if Seine would pluck the stars from the sky if Yu Yan-shuang asked for them.

In Seine’s life, his way of manipulating people was to find their weaknesses—the things they desired and the things they feared. Once he understood those two things, anyone could be moved or destroyed according to his will.

But with Yu Yan-shuang, Seine only knew what he feared. He didn’t want to control him through fear forever. He had read Yu Yan-shuang’s file many times: no family left to protect, no money, no close friends. He was alone in the world.

There were many who wanted to hurt Yu Yan-shuang. Seine knew for a fact that the rumors released by the Yu family during his senior year of high school had deeply wounded him; that was what he feared. That year, Yu Yan-shuang had changed significantly, becoming more prickly and defensive.

Originally, Seine thought the boy wanted money. But even without money, Yu Yan-shuang continued to live just fine. Money wasn’t his ultimate desire. Unable to figure it out, Seine could only keep asking.

Yu Yan-shuang looked at him strangely and couldn’t help but say sarcastically, “What does it matter if you know? I tell you to stop, I tell you to let me go, and you don’t listen at all. If that’s the case, why even ask me?”

He hadn’t wanted to be messed with, yet he had been tormented for so long. He didn’t want to be kissed, yet he was. He didn’t want to be “trampled,” yet he was forced into it until the arches of his feet were red.

“Did you listen to anything the doctor said?” Yu Yan-shuang’s face was set, his tone full of grievance.

Seine stared at him fixedly. Seeing the boy looking so listless and unwilling to even look at him, a flicker of irritation rose in Seine’s heart. He spoke gloomily: “It’s not those things. If you tell the truth now—tell me what you truly want—I’ll let you go.”

Yu Yan-shuang looked at him, trying to gauge if he was telling the truth. But he couldn’t tell. When Seine had no expression, he looked distant and unreadable. Yu Yan-shuang’s lips parted, but in the end, he said nothing.

What was there to say? What did he want?

Yu Yan-shuang didn’t know himself. After the sudden upheaval in his life, he had been so busy scrambling for a living that he hadn’t thought about what he wanted to do or what he wanted to strive for. That was a luxury for the wealthy. He wanted to make money, he wanted to no longer be threatened by the Yu family, and he wanted to be free.

He wanted…

He frowned and looked away. These things were too abstract; Seine wouldn’t understand even if he told him.

Seeing the long silence, Seine’s lips curled. “I knew it. Yu, sometimes I wonder if you even have a heart. Look at this contract.”

He pulled out a thick stack of papers, thoughtfully translated into Chinese. The dense text made Yu Yan-shuang dizzy, but he forced himself to read. After ten minutes, he finally understood.

“You want to keep me for three years?” Yu Yan-shuang said in disbelief.

Technically, it was a contract for a “personal life assistant,” but Yu Yan-shuang wasn’t stupid—he knew exactly what kind of “assisting” that involved.

“Think it’s too long?” Seine’s gray eyes locked onto him, the corners of his mouth turning down in displeasure.

Yu Yan-shuang frowned. “Of course! Why should I be tied to you for so long? From eighteen to twenty-one—those are the best years of my life.”

“The best years of your life can only belong to me. You’ll be tied to me whether you want to be or not. We recorded a video of what we did last night.” Seine moved to open his laptop.

Seeing a glimpse of the footage, Yu Yan-shuang slammed the laptop shut, his whole body shaking with rage. “You’re truly something, Seine. If I had known…” He cut himself off. He hated saying he “regretted” taking those initial photos of Seine; it made him feel stupid.

He changed tack: “I should have been much crueler to you back then.”

If a video like that leaked, it would be social suicide! He didn’t know if Seine was afraid of that, but he didn’t dare gamble. The current Seine was like a demon.

Seeing the boy’s eyes turning red with anger, Seine couldn’t help but lean in to coax him, cupping the boy’s face with his large hands. “Don’t cry. If you’re good and stay by my side, I won’t release any of it.”

Yu Yan-shuang turned his head away, dodging him without hesitation. Seine’s hand froze in mid-air. He was stunned; it was the first time the boy had dodged his comfort. A sense of emptiness washed over him. He forced Yu Yan-shuang’s chin back, cupping his face again, and shamelessly leaned in to kiss the corner of the boy’s eye.

It was always like this. Even when he was angry enough to leave, angry enough to hide, frustrated to the point of death, he couldn’t escape Seine. He was utterly helpless.

If force doesn’t work, I have to use the soft approach.

Yu Yan-shuang was nothing if not adaptable. He immediately wrapped his arms around Seine’s neck, swaying slightly. “Seine, delete it, okay? I’ll be good… Brother Seine…”

He felt Seine’s grip on his chin soften considerably. He gritted his teeth and initiated a kiss on the corner of Seine’s mouth. “Please?”

Seeing his own reflection in the boy’s obsidian-like eyes, Seine felt his heart fill up again. That feeling of losing control over Yu Yan-shuang vanished.

With a hint of a smile, he arched an eyebrow. “You think you can bribe me like this? Do you think I don’t know what you’d do if I deleted it? Don’t think about running.”

Yu Yan-shuang wasn’t a patient person. Acting so submissive had already cost him enough pride. When he didn’t get the answer he wanted, and saw Seine looking so pleased, his anger flared again. His expression turned cold instantly. He dropped his arms and said indifferently, “Fine, I’ll sign. It says here you can never disclose our relationship. You can afford the penalty, and it’s not fair—add another zero to the amount.”

This was the clause Yu Yan-shuang liked most. If it was disclosed, the penalty was nearly 2 billion. Even Seine shouldn’t be able to afford that, right? Even the Yu family didn’t have that much liquid capital. As long as Seine didn’t go crazy and release anything, their “relationship” would be hidden, and he wouldn’t have to worry about the news reaching the Yu family in China.

And in the worst-case scenario, if he actually got that much money, he wouldn’t care about his pride anymore. If he were that rich, he’d go around telling everyone Seine was the one on the bottom! At least then it wouldn’t be as embarrassing.

Seine didn’t hesitate: “Deal.”

If Yu Yan-shuang stayed by his side for three years, he wouldn’t tell anyone anyway. And if the Bass family found out, they certainly wouldn’t say anything—they’d want to keep it hidden more than anyone.

Seine quickly revised the contract. Since there was no printer nearby, he had his assistant create an electronic version. Every minute that passed without the contract signed felt like a risk of the boy slipping away.

Seine rested his chin on Yu Yan-shuang’s shoulder, watching him sign his name on the iPad with careful strokes. He signed three copies. With the final stroke, Seine’s feeling of lack of control disappeared completely.

Yu Yan-shuang was like a cat. If you had something he wanted, he’d come trotting over and even rub against you if he was in a good mood. But the moment you didn’t have what he wanted, he’d ditch you without mercy. A heartless little kitten.

But Seine had plenty of patience. Since Yu Yan-shuang wouldn’t say what he wanted, Seine would simply make him greedier. He tucked the contract away and started trying to cheer the boy up. “Yu, do you want to go skiing? Or racing? I can clear my schedule.”

As he spoke, his hand moved toward the boy’s waistband again.

…

Yu Yan-shuang had originally planned to hide in the hotel for two days until the marks on his body faded so Garcia wouldn’t suspect anything. Garcia would surely hear from Zoe that he had left with Seine and hadn’t returned all night. It was easy to misunderstand.

But far from fading, Seine had added several new ones. Yu Yan-shuang decided to bolt while he had the chance, as Seine had temporarily let him go to attend to business.

He didn’t even realize he was starting to think like someone in a “gay” relationship. Normally, two male friends being out all night could mean gaming, internet cafes, or clubbing. But because they had done what they shouldn’t have, Yu Yan-shuang tried to walk with his chest out and head high, trying his best to look “straight” rather than “gay.”

Garcia looked at him with confusion as he walked in with his head held high. “Yu, why do you look so… triumphant?”

Yu Yan-shuang’s face fell instantly. What’s there to be triumphant about after being fucked by a man?

He flopped onto his bed in a star shape, but feeling uncomfortable, he rolled onto his side. At the same time, he reached under his pillow and into the crevices of the bed. His passport and ID were still there. He felt a bit more at ease.

He wasn’t afraid of any “personal assistant” rules in that contract. What could Seine do to him once he was back in China? What annoyed him was that if he went back, he couldn’t finish school, and he didn’t want to live a low-quality life—that would be embarrassing. If only there was an exchange program that let him go back to China… otherwise Seine was going to kill him.

He had been forced to “throw up” so much last night that he had nothing left in him. And that feeling of losing his memory in waves of sensation was terrifying; he was afraid of getting addicted.

“Did Seine buy you new clothes again? He’s raising you like a son,” Garcia noted.

Yu Yan-shuang looked down at his clothes. Seine had prepared three sets for him. He’d been forced to change twice in one day and once more before leaving. He didn’t understand Seine. The doctor said “rest,” yet Seine had so many ways to keep himself satisfied while making Yu Yan-shuang “rest.” Was it possible to learn everything about being gay the moment you’re turned?

Yu Yan-shuang looked hesitantly at Garcia. “Garcia, you…”

He quickly shut his mouth. Asking Garcia about “first times” would be too suspicious. He remembered Garcia was a spy for Seine’s friend—dangerous.

He tried to change the subject: “By the way, Garcia, I remember you came to U-Chicago as an exchange student?” U-Chicago wasn’t easy to get into; Garcia’s grades weren’t that good, so he must have used a “back door.”

“Yeah. Thinking of changing schools?” Garcia’s eyes widened slightly, feeling a bit of reluctance.

Yu Yan-shuang didn’t dare reveal his hand. “No, a cousin asked me. She wants to come to U-Chicago.” He kept his expression neutral.

“Then she needs to hurry,” Garcia said. “Submissions are due by the end of December. It’s already early December and she’s just starting?”

“She’s quite wealthy,” Yu Yan-shuang tested. “It shouldn’t be hard, right?”

Garcia nodded. “True. But she still needs at least three recommendation letters from professors.”

Yu Yan-shuang calculated silently. His grades weren’t great—would it work?

Seeing Yu Yan-shuang fall silent again, Garcia asked the question he’d been dying to ask: “Zoe told me yesterday that Seine took you away. I texted you but you didn’t reply. What did you and Seine do last night?”

Yu Yan-shuang’s brain stalled. After a long pause, he managed one word: “Studying.”

“Ha…” Garcia almost laughed. He could see a change in Yu Yan-shuang’s aura. His lips were swollen, and he was covered up head to toe. He had likely been tricked into something by Seine, he just didn’t know how far it went. Surely not… Yu Yan-shuang was so straight… Seine wouldn’t be that ruthless, right? Besides, if they had really “done it,” the reaction would be different—most straight men would be in tears. Yu Yan-shuang just looked a bit gloomy.

Garcia had no idea that this was the look of someone who had been “done” too hard. He tested the waters: “Hey, I heard of a Mexican place run by a Chinese owner. I heard it’s very spicy. Want to try? I remember you saying you wanted latiao (spicy strips).”

Garcia’s pronunciation of latiao wasn’t great, but Yu Yan-shuang understood. Spicy strips… my backside is already burning!

“Sure,” Yu Yan-shuang agreed listlessly. If he said no, Garcia would ask why, and he didn’t want to make up excuses.

Garcia felt a bit relieved. It seemed they had probably just kissed. He wondered if Yu Yan-shuang ever turned gay and Seine dumped him, would the boy look at him? But if they had really “done it,” the boy would probably be stuck in the “bottom” position like him. But with a straight man’s nature, he’d probably still want to be a “top,” right? There was still a chance for him.

Garcia probed: “Was Seine mad about you looking for a girlfriend? Did he say he didn’t want to be friends anymore? Sigh, I really don’t want you two to have a falling out.”

Mentioning this made Yu Yan-shuang sit up and look suspiciously at Garcia. If Garcia hadn’t suggested the fake boyfriend thing with Zoe, Seine might not have been so angry. He was certain Seine’s determination to “nail” him was because of Zoe. Last night, in his dazed state, he kept hearing Seine say: “Baby, still want to be a groom?”

Could it be… Seine told Garcia to do it?

“What’s wrong, Yu?” Garcia asked nervously. He wanted to confess about Rodney, but feared he’d lose the friendship.

Yu Yan-shuang eventually said gloomily, “It’s worse. I hate him, but he still wants to be ‘friends’.”

Garcia realized—the elite were always like that. Like Rodney; if he couldn’t have what he wanted, he became obsessed. That competitive drive, when faced with a straight man, probably made him want to conquer him even more.

Garcia added, “Why do you hate him? Actually, Yu, I was thinking…”

“Enough with your ‘thinking’,” Yu Yan-shuang interrupted coldly. All his ideas were bad. Thinking of the “punishment” his backside had endured, he lay back down in misery.

Garcia leaned in. “Listen to me. Seine is so rich. Since he wants to be friends, why not use his resources?”

Yu Yan-shuang’s ears perked up. He looked down and said, “Go on.”

“Don’t you want to change majors? Don’t you want to stop working? Don’t you hate these living conditions?” Garcia stopped himself from suggesting moving out, as he didn’t want the boy to leave. He presented his logic: “Coax him a bit, and he might handle everything for you.”

“Rich men are like that. If someone is too greedy, they might get disgusted. If pretending to have a girlfriend only stoked his desire to conquer, then it’s better to just take what you can. Maybe he’ll let a ‘greedy’ little straight man go once he gets bored.”

Garcia presented his theory: “Rich people are like that. If a friend is too mercenary, they’ll get sick of them. You hate him anyway, so it’s not like you’re losing a friendship. But for now, you should keep the connection—just don’t overdo it.”

Oh… so basically, treat Seine as a sugar daddy.

Yu Yan-shuang blinked slowly. He didn’t feel quite so miserable anymore. He’d already been through all that—if he didn’t squeeze something out of Seine, wouldn’t he be the loser? Garcia was right. Back when he was rich, he’d stay away from people who were clearly just after his money. Seine would be the same!

If he couldn’t run, he could make Seine want to let him go! He could get some money, have Seine help improve his grades, and then he really could leave! Garcia had experience being dumped by rich boyfriends; he was the perfect model of how to mess things up!

Yu Yan-shuang sat up again. “Come on, tell me everything. How do you ‘flatter’ a benefactor?”