The Gloomy Overseas Student Rewards His Hubby With Some Thirst Traps - Chapter 36

Chapter 36

“Yu? What are you doing?”

Garcia entered the room to find Yu Yan-shuang leaning against the balcony railing, wearing a black hoodie with the hood pulled over his head. His silhouette looked remarkably cold and aloof.

Seeing no response, Garcia wondered if he was crying. He remembered back when they first started school, he had woken up in the middle of the night to find Yu Yan-shuang standing on the balcony just like this. When Garcia asked what he was doing, a thick, nasal voice replied that there were cats meowing outside and he’d just gotten up to look. That night, Yu Yan-shuang had washed his face and crawled back into bed without so much as a glance at Garcia.

Was he feeling wronged again? Garcia approached cautiously, trying to think of how to comfort him.

When he leaned over to look at Yu Yan-shuang’s face, the boy jumped in surprise. A smile he hadn’t had time to hide lingered at the corners of his mouth. His pupils dilated from the shock, but his eyes weren’t red at all.

“You scared me! Garcia, you’re just in time!” Yu Yan-shuang took off his headphones, pausing the audiobook of a “power fantasy” novel where the protagonist repeatedly slaps the faces of his enemies.

Yu Yan-shuang gritted his teeth. “I’m starting to think you gave me a bad idea on purpose.”

His backside was practically in tatters! Furthermore, he was still too thin-skinned. Especially after doing that, he found it incredibly embarrassing to open his mouth and ask Seine for things. He was terrified that the moment he asked for something, Seine would coax him into doing something even more humiliating.

Before they had actually done it, Yu Yan-shuang felt that he was a threat—that if he didn’t demand things, he would lose face.

Garcia looked bewildered. Yu Yan-shuang was the one who said he didn’t want to be friends with Seine anymore. Garcia had bared his own messy dating history just to help him out (and satisfy his own selfish desire to keep them apart).

Seeing Garcia’s expression, Yu Yan-shuang knew he wasn’t faking it. He voiced his confusion: “He hasn’t grown disgusted with me. Instead, he… he wants to be ‘brothers’ even more…”

Being forced to call someone “Brother Seine” constantly was, in a sense, being brothers. Yu Yan-shuang told himself he wasn’t lying; it was just the “art of language.”

Garcia had a realization. “Well, of course! At first, when I catered to those benefactors, they were thrilled. That’s why you have to ask for a lot right then—that’s what makes them feel repulsed. So, what did you ask for?”

A belly full of his descendants…

Yu Yan-shuang looked depressed beyond words. It turned out he hadn’t learned correctly!!

Garcia was shocked. “You didn’t just keep pleasing him without asking for anything, did you?”

Feeling ashamed, Yu Yan-shuang cleared his throat and made an excuse. “I asked for a car.”

“A car!! One of those multi-million dollar supercars? Did Seine agree?”

Yu Yan-shuang rubbed his nose. “Not yet. I’m about to. Supercars are boring; I want a discontinued, limited-edition car! I want him to have to go to great lengths to get it.”

“Excellent. You’ve grasped the essence. If Seine was willing to give you the watch he got for his eighteenth birthday, he’ll definitely get you a rare car,” Garcia reminded him. “Make sure it’s one with high collector value that many people want. Don’t get something too niche, or you won’t be able to sell it for much.”

Yu Yan-shuang nodded, indicating he understood. He immediately pulled out his phone and messaged Seine: [Didn’t you keep asking what I want? I want a Dodge Viper GTS-R. Black body with red racing stripes.]

…

Seine was currently using Yu Yan-shuang’s computer, preparing preview materials for the courses the boy was struggling with. When the phone beside him lit up with a message from “Little Yu,” he picked it up immediately.

In the meeting room, the employee who was explaining why the oil scheme hadn’t been a total success paused. Everyone looked at Seine, waiting to see if he had received some urgent news. Usually, when Seine picked up his phone, it meant he had fresh intel to share.

Instead, they saw a smile play across his lips as he looked down to reply…

Seine typed: [That’s the gift I prepared for you. It’s being shipped to Chicago tonight. Want to take it for a run at Starved Rock State Park? The mountain roads aren’t too intense, but the scenery is good.]

He had already started tracking down that car when he first read Yu Yan-shuang’s file. He had guessed correctly. That was the car Yu Yan-shuang’s foster parents had promised to buy for his collection if he placed first in his exams. But when he did place first, they intentionally gave the car to his brother, Yu Chen-zhou, right in front of him. After that, Yu Yan-shuang had skipped school for a long time. Later, he had even smashed it.

Seine had sent people to China to negotiate with the Yu family, spent a good deal of effort to get it back, and sent it to the original manufacturer for restoration. It had arrived just today. He could imagine doing it in the car, under the stars at Eagle Cliff. Though, the car was a bit low.

Yu Yan-shuang stared at the message in a daze. He couldn’t believe the coincidence. Seine actually got it? That car wasn’t easy to find; years ago, it took months to find a collector willing to sell. Moreover, compared to Seine’s usual supercars, it didn’t really fit Seine’s thrill-seeking personality.

Yesterday… as an eighteen-year-old college student, he had “spilled his cargo” just like that… After Seine saw his incredibly shameful reaction, he kept trying to make him “spill” again.

Yu Yan-shuang now knew the true colors of Seine’s personality, but he was helpless. He even tried to cooperate to get Seine to let him go sooner, because Garcia said some benefactors were perverts—the more you resist, the more excited they get. He was certain Seine was one of them.

Back then, Yu Yan-shuang thought Seine would let him go if he wasn’t “successful,” but Seine had carried him toward the bathroom only to take a detour to the balcony, forcing him to lean against the railing.

The windows in Seine’s dorm were stained glass. Although people couldn’t see in from the outside, the sounds of people chatting and laughing in the afternoon sun drifted clearly into Yu Yan-shuang’s ears. The feeling of being surrounded by people—and the possibility that someone with binoculars might actually see through the glass—was terrifying.

The stained glass was multicolored. Looking out through the deep blue and gold star patterns, the stone relief on the outer wall just happened to be the compassionate profile of Jesus. At that moment, Yu Yan-shuang had the illusion he was in a church, being watched by Jesus while doing something incredibly shameful with a man. Yet Seine had been particularly unbridled, and Yu Yan-shuang had cried out for a long time. Eventually, he had cried from shame, his feet lifted off the ground as Seine held him.

Seine was like that: wicked and fond of extreme stimulation. Who else could do that right under the nose of Jesus after being raised in the faith for so many years?

…

Garcia washed his hands and started cutting up some guava. Noticing Yu Yan-shuang standing still with a complex look at his screen, he asked, “Did Seine refuse?”

“He already bought it,” Yu Yan-shuang murmured. How could it be such a coincidence? Was he and Seine similar? Was he a pervert deep down too?

Garcia was secretly shocked. He didn’t know it was that specific car; he was just surprised by Seine’s generosity. The ultra-wealthy really were different… a casual gift could change someone’s social class. If he sold the watch and the car, Yu Yan-shuang could jump straight into the middle class.

Why did Yu Yan-shuang still not want to be friends with him? With that much money being thrown around, any straight man would turn gay. Garcia never doubted the power of money—unless Yu Yan-shuang was originally wealthy. But he had seen how strapped for cash the boy was when he first arrived. Still, Yu Yan-shuang was a great driver, which suggested he might have been rich once. If so, shouldn’t he be even more desperate for money?

Garcia asked curiously, “Yu, how did you get so good at driving? Were you a racer?”

Yu Yan-shuang shook his head, unwilling to talk about the past. Back when he first graduated, before he was forced to go abroad, Yu Chen-zhou had constantly harassed him after he returned to his biological family. He couldn’t escape, and his biological parents forced him to do chores until he accidentally blew up the kitchen and was kicked out again.

While hiding in an internet cafe looking for part-time work, Yu Chen-zhou appeared again like a stalker. Terrified, Yu Yan-shuang moved to another city. He met a truck driver who gave him a lift. When the truck broke down, Yu Yan-shuang—who loved studying cars—fixed it in no time. The driver was impressed and, seeing his talent, encouraged him to get a Class A license.

Driving a semi-truck made money, but it was exhausting. He figured that by driving all over the place, Yu Chen-zhou wouldn’t be able to find him. He got his license easily, but less than a week into the job, Yu Chen-zhou found him again.

At the time, Yu Yan-shuang was wearing a white tank top, eating a boxed lunch with a group of rough men and smoking strong, cheap cigarettes. A young man was excitedly talking about a novel he was reading. Yu Yan-shuang was listening with sparkling eyes, eating his plain cabbage and radish lunch with gusto.

Yu Chen-zhou had been furious. He dragged him out and demanded: “Aren’t you disgusted mixing with this low-level trash? This place is stinky and dirty—why can’t you come back with me and be a young master?”

Yu Yan-shuang looked back and saw his coworkers heard everything. Their faces darkened. Behind the suited Yu Chen-zhou was that Dodge Viper Yu Yan-shuang had craved for so long. It was polished to a mirror shine, while the trucks beside it were covered in mud and dents.

Yu Yan-shuang had picked up an iron bar and smashed that Dodge. The incident turned ugly; the police were called, and his foster parents were alerted. Realizing their son hadn’t “given up,” they immediately decided to send him abroad.

Yu Yan-shuang couldn’t tell if he wanted that car now because he still loved it, or because he hated that the one he loved was still with Yu Chen-zhou. It would be great if the one Seine got was the very same one he had smashed.

Curious, he messaged Seine: [Where did you get it? Who was the collector?]

[I’ll tell you tonight. I’ll pick you up in it,] Seine replied quickly.

Seine looked up to find the employees staring at him. He tucked his smile away and said naturally, “Continue.”

His assistant reminded him: “Mr. Bass, this meeting has run long. We have a flight to Saudi Arabia tonight to discuss the oil acquisition.”

Seine decided: “You go in my place.”

The electric vehicle manufacturer he invested in was about to start production. Combined with his AI team’s smart-driving tech, he could eventually use smart robots in the factories. Originally, going himself would have lured the “hyenas” of the side branches to follow the scent of blood. They would think he was still trying to pump oil stocks and buy in even more frantically. If the assistant went, fewer of them would be affected.

What a pity. Those idiots still pumping oil prices would be in for a bloodbath once the EVs hit the market.

Then he received a reply from Yu Yan-shuang: [Okay, Brother Seine. You’re so good.]

For a moment, Seine remembered when Yu Yan-shuang had nearly made him lose his mind. Back at the dorm, the boy had cried harder and harder, insisting the sheets be changed before continuing. Seine had no choice; luckily only the duvet was wet. He tossed it, changed the sheets, and when he carried the boy back, Yu Yan-shuang had kissed the corner of his mouth and said the same thing.

Shouldn’t that sentence be followed by “I like you best”? But Yu Yan-shuang wasn’t that blunt; Chinese people were more reserved. The desire to crush the side branches was momentarily replaced by a different kind of satisfaction.

…

Away from Seine, Yu Yan-shuang didn’t have to act. He frowned after sending the “golden phrase” Garcia taught him. Garcia said no benefactor could resist being called “Brother” or being told “You’re so good,” “You’re so powerful,” and “You’re amazing.”

He looked listlessly at Garcia. “How much longer do I have to keep coaxing him?”

Garcia handed him a piece of guava on a toothpick. “Don’t be in a hurry. The more you coax him and cooperate, and then ask for more, the sooner he’ll realize you don’t have a ‘heart.’ Then he’ll dump you in a fit of rage.”

Yu Yan-shuang stared at him, trying to recall if this logic held up. He thought of Seine’s wicked behavior. On the first day, he’d almost had a photo taken. At the hotel, while moving to a second room, they passed a mirror. Seine told him to look and see “how small his appetite was” and “how much more he needed to try.” It had terrified him.

Back then, Yu Yan-shuang had called him “Brother Seine” and promised to try harder just so Seine would let him go for the day. So coaxing really is necessary? He scratched his hair. Now, he didn’t even have to “try”—Seine just pressed down and it was all the way in.

Garcia’s judgment seemed correct.

“Why are you standing? Aren’t you tired?” Garcia asked. “You won’t lie on the bed or sit in the chair.”

Yu Yan-shuang glanced at the bed and the chair. He remembered Seine’s dorm—the bed, the chair, even the rug were unusable because everything was soaked! He had wanted to leave the moment he woke up because the smell was too strong…

It was all because of that day in the dorm… Yu Yan-shuang suddenly remembered: there was a camera in Seine’s dorm! He had forgotten because he was so focused on making Seine tired of him. He decided to test Seine tonight to see if he was still filming. He had to stay vigilant and find a way to make him delete everything.

He leaned against the wall like he had no bones. “Stood for too long, just stretching.” He prayed Garcia’s method would work.

“You didn’t come back to sleep yesterday again. Where did you go with Seine?” Garcia asked, curious about what a gay guy and a straight guy did all night.

“Studying.”

“Seine likes being a teacher that much? What did he teach you?”

Yu Yan-shuang wanted to die. “Math.”

“No wonder you look like that. I hate math, it’s so hard.”

Yu Yan-shuang lay flat in spirit. He used to love math; his science grades in high school were excellent. Now, math made him dizzy.

Garcia put his textbook away. “What do you need math for?”

Yu Yan-shuang: “…” Whether I learn it or not, I’m getting screwed.

Garcia found it strange. Math must be a cover story. But he didn’t call him out. Math wasn’t even in Yu Yan-shuang’s current curriculum. Could they really have been lured into bed? He studied the boy. Yu Yan-shuang wrapped himself up tight every day. In his black clothes, his skin looked especially pale, and his lips looked… swollen from kissing.

Based on Garcia’s knowledge of athletes, most of them were very high-drive. With Seine’s stature and Yu Yan-shuang’s small frame, it should be very uncomfortable. But the boy didn’t seem that pained? He had no idea Yu Yan-shuang was standing because sitting, lying, or even leaning forward was uncomfortable.

“Garcia, how expensive are the gifts you usually get?” Yu Yan-shuang clenched his fist. The next thing he asked for would be ten times more expensive than Garcia’s!

“Usually things from shopping trips. They sell for a few thousand to ten thousand on the second-hand market. But I had one ex…” Garcia stopped and asked anxiously, “Yu, I’ve told you a lot about my dating history lately. Do you find me repulsive?”

Yu Yan-shuang was conservative; would he think Garcia was promiscuous?

“Why would I find you repulsive? Oh… you’re afraid that because you’re teaching me how to make Seine hate me, I’ll blame you if it actually happens? Don’t worry, I won’t. And I won’t tell Seine you taught me.” He gave Garcia a reassuring smile. Garcia was a spy, but now he was “betraying” them to stand with the weak. That took courage.

Yu Yan-shuang swore he wouldn’t forgive Seine for lying to him. He vowed it! He turned back to his “protagonist slaps everyone” novel to find peace.

He hesitated, then decided he had one more question for Garcia: How do you make a benefactor finish faster and do it less? Seine’s drive was too much; every time they met, he felt drained. But Garcia never talked about “bed” stuff. Of course, Garcia wouldn’t, as he still thought Yu Yan-shuang was straight.

An alternative person came to mind… the “Benefactor” on Discord who bought photos. Garcia wanted him to get money from Seine anyway; the Discord money was small change. He couldn’t really take photos of Seine anyway, as the man was naked more often than not now.

He opened Discord. [Been busy studying. Hard to take photos of Seine. Need more money.]

The reply was instant: [No problem. Can you make Seine do a specific pose? I can pay $100,000.]

Seine toyed with his phone, a smile curling his lips. If Yu Yan-shuang really tried to make him “pose” tonight, he could use the opportunity to demand some “payment.”

Yu Yan-shuang’s eyes widened. This guy was generous. [You overestimate me. I’ll try. Can the reward be something else? [Heart].]

Seine frowned. Is he really bent now? Flirting with other men? Even using heart emojis. He typed with a hint of anger: [What reward? I’m not interested in women.]

[I want to ask some personal questions.]

Seine snorted. He would have to punish the boy tonight for flirting with another man. [What questions?]

Yu Yan-shuang took a breath and typed: [Do you know how to make a man finish faster?]

Seine froze. Then he realized. Is he that tired of having sex with me?

Back then, the boy’s cries had been so alluring. The first time at the hotel, Seine was so afraid of hurting him that he used every ounce of restraint to be gentle—which, of course, made it last a long time. Yesterday in the dorm, he had finally been somewhat satisfied.

He tapped the desk, thinking how to reply. The employee who had started reporting again stopped once more, seeing Seine spacing out. It was terrifying—the responsible, controlling Seine was spacing out after a failure?

Seine replied: [If it takes a long time, it’s because the other person isn’t satisfied. If it’s Seine, I know a bit about his preferences—maybe that can make it end faster. But I don’t know the person you’re asking about.]

Yu Yan-shuang looked at the long reply. He thought this guy was actually quite nice—rich, yet patient enough to chat about this online. He asked the guy to use Seine as an example.

Two messages came back instantly.

[Of course, I don’t know him that well, but you can use this as a reference.]

[Seine really likes cats. You could wear black cat ears and a tail, and take the initiative to sit on him.]