The Gloomy Overseas Student Rewards His Hubby With Some Thirst Traps - Chapter 37

Chapter 37

Yu Yan-shuang had changed into warmer clothes and was carrying a bulging backpack. The contents of that bag made him feel a flush of shame. Ever since he started sleeping with Seine, he felt like all the clothes Seine bought for him were a bit “gay.”

Why would a grown man wear this cream-colored turtleneck sweater paired with light blue jeans and trendy little dangling charms? He looked like a very stylish gay man. Of course, this was entirely Yu Yan-shuang’s own guilt talking; he felt like every move he made screamed “gay.” In reality, to an outsider, he looked like an incredibly refined, handsome—perhaps “beautiful” was more fitting—young man, standing there looking youthful and warm. If anyone had passed by, their gaze would surely have lingered on him for a long time, but there happened to be no one around.

Seine made several turns around the campus before finding the spot Yu Yan-shuang had specified. The surroundings were gloomy; Chicago in December had entered winter, and the wind was biting. Yu Yan-shuang’s hair, which he hadn’t cut in a while, almost reached his chin and was being whipped around by the wind. He looked quite pitiful.

He looked just like he did when Seine would intentionally stop and slowly draw things out—looking up at him with those pleading, miserable eyes. It made Seine want to bully him and satisfy him all at once.

Yu Yan-shuang stared at the car in a daze. It was almost a replica of the one Yu Chen-zhou owned. The only difference was the addition of an electric spoiler, giving the entire body a sportier, more youthful look.

Seine got out of the car. The car wasn’t particularly tall, and his 192cm height made the sedan look like a toy racing car. Today he wore a stiff, long black overcoat over a cream-colored cashmere sweater. Beyond looking more mature, he had an added air of gentlemanly grace. He strode toward Yu Yan-shuang, pulled him directly into his arms, and touched the boy’s cheek. “It’s freezing. Why were you waiting for me out here?”

“Brother Seine, didn’t you say you didn’t want others to know about our relationship?” Yu Yan-shuang looked up and squeezed out a sweet smile. In his heart, however, he was cursing: If someone sees us hugging like this, who’s the one violating the contract?

Seine used his large palms to warm Yu Yan-shuang’s face. Yu Yan-shuang only reached Seine’s chest and was almost entirely enveloped by Seine’s coat, as if hidden in his embrace. Seine gazed down at the small person in his hands. Why was his chin so sharp? Even after all this time, he was still too thin. His pale skin was a hundred times more delicate than the calluses Seine had developed from basketball, boxing, and shooting.

Those obsidian eyes looked so moist they seemed ready to soak his lashes. When being oppressed, they would get even wetter, the rims turning red as he hoped for it to end quickly. But if Seine actually stopped, the boy would look back at him with unbearable longing.

Yu Yan-shuang watched as Seine’s gaze darkened. He saw the man start to lean down. He instinctively looked around; he had chosen the most secluded spot for the pickup, but he was still terrified of being seen. He quickly used the car as an excuse to dodge the kiss. “The electric spoiler on this car is so cool! Did you install it? It’s amazing!”

Mwah. Mwah.

The moment he finished speaking, Seine cupped his face and kissed him twice. “Seeing you so happy makes me want to kiss you. Let’s go.”

Yu Yan-shuang: “…” I should have kept my mouth shut.

Pushed into the driver’s seat, Yu Yan-shuang felt the interior trim; it really was very similar. He turned to Seine, who had just sat in the passenger seat, wanting to ask something, but Seine’s long arm reached out, grabbing him by the neck and pulling him close.

Yu Yan-shuang had already found a pattern: when Seine kissed him with this kind of restraining grip, it meant he was going to get his kiss. It was the same when they did “it”—no matter how he pleaded, Seine wouldn’t soften. Yu Yan-shuang couldn’t escape. So, he suppressed his curiosity and didn’t bother dodging, returning the kiss perfunctorily.

The naturalness of the act gave Seine the illusion that he and Yu Yan-shuang were deeply in love. However, Seine noticed Yu Yan-shuang’s eyes wandering, seemingly checking out the car’s interior. Seine’s gray eyes cooled. He kissed him more roughly and unceremoniously, tangling their tongues until the car was filled with wet sounds. Even though they had only done “it” twice, they had kissed countless times. Seine already knew how to kiss the little straight boy until he was boneless.

Only when Yu Yan-shuang’s eyes were watery and he was looking at him in a daze did Seine let go. He gently pecked the corner of his mouth. “What were you going to say?”

Yu Yan-shuang panted, steadying his breath which had been wrecked by the intense kiss. Once his breathing calmed, he asked, “Which buyer did you get this car from?” Was it possible Yu Chen-zhou actually agreed to sell?

Seine asked, “Why are you curious about that?” He was curious about the relationship between Yu Chen-zhou and Yu Yan-shuang. On paper, it said Yu Yan-shuang hated him and had said he never wanted to see him again. Yet Yu Yan-shuang claimed to hate Seine, but did such intimate things with him. Lately, he’d been so obedient, constantly trying to please him. They looked like a loving couple. Though he didn’t know what Yu Yan-shuang was thinking, Seine welcomed it; he thought it would be fine if things stayed like this for three years. So, how did Yu Yan-shuang truly feel about the brother he claimed to despise?

Yu Yan-shuang drove out. He had always liked this car, even though he’d never driven it. He had refused when Yu Chen-zhou tried to use a car to bribe him back to the family, but he had watched so many reviews and technical videos that he was intimately familiar with it. He also had a natural talent for driving.

Sliding smoothly onto the road, Yu Yan-shuang showed a rare boyish smile. He explained, “I just want to know if the previous owner treated it well. If possible, I’d love to chat with them!” He was testing Seine. If Seine gave him the previous owner’s number, then it definitely wasn’t Yu Chen-zhou. He really, really wanted to snatch that car back from him.

“It belonged to that brother of yours.” Seine didn’t beat around the bush. “I saw it was for sale and thought you might want it. Do you like it that much?”

It really was his! What a coincidence!

Yu Yan-shuang looked at Seine with pleasant surprise. “I love it! Thank you, Brother Seine!” He was going to take photos and post them on WeChat today! Ah, he shouldn’t have deleted Yu Chen-zhou. But it didn’t matter; there were plenty of mutual acquaintances who would pass the word along. See? What belongs to Yu Yan-shuang returns to Yu Yan-shuang.

“You like your brother that much? But why would he sell a car you like?” Seine continued, “It’s a good thing I bought it.” Even though Seine had heard that the Young Master Yu refused to sell and it was the parents who forced the sale, he intentionally hid the truth. He wanted to remind Yu Yan-shuang that his brother probably didn’t love him anymore. Only he, Seine, would be the best to him. As long as Yu Yan-shuang wanted it and Seine could provide it, he would. Provided, of course, that Yu Yan-shuang stayed obediently by his side.

“I…” Yu Yan-shuang instinctively wanted to say he hated Yu Chen-zhou, but since coming to this school, he realized the entire circle of rich heirs was here. Back when he had no one who knew him, he didn’t care about keeping up appearances. For instance, when he drove the semi-truck, he didn’t find being poor particularly painful. Everyone praised him as a great driver; smoothly backing a semi into a bay earned him more respect than wearing designer shoes. Back then, he cared about his skills, researching “pro” maneuvers to show off.

But school was different. He’d be judged from head to toe. Because these people were around, if he lived even slightly poorly, he didn’t know how much they would gossip behind his back. That was why he wanted to use info about Seine to make money—to keep up a decent appearance. If Seine knew he was poor and still relied on the Yu family for tuition, he would think he was even easier to control. Though he didn’t actually need to rely on them now—the money from Seine was enough for a year’s tuition, not to mention this car. Once it was in his name in a few days, he’d have no worries. But for someone like Seine—protected by parents and family—to know he had no one behind him… Yu Yan-shuang felt humiliated.

He glanced at Seine again. “My relationship with my brother is okay. The car back home is his. I didn’t like this car that much; I only remembered it because you kept asking me.”

Relationship is okay? Didn’t the report say he hated him and never wanted to see him again? And he called him “Brother” so naturally. No wonder he called Seine “Brother” so easily.

Seine’s expression cooled. “You seem so happy, I thought you really liked the gift I gave you.”

“I do! Before I saw the car, I thought it was just okay, but the moment I saw you get out of it, I liked it immediately,” Yu Yan-shuang coaxed instinctively.

Both of them froze at those words. Seine’s smile widened, his gray eyes filling with warmth. “Really?”

Yu Yan-shuang looked at Seine. Since the man usually spoke in a low, flat tone, the rising inflection at the end of this question showed he was very pleased. He nodded, deciding not to say anything to dampen the mood. He’d been coaxing him for so long; he couldn’t let it go to waste now.

Following Seine’s navigation, Yu Yan-shuang made a turn only to find the road blocked. Several police cars were parked there, and yellow tape prevented entry. A group of people nearby were holding signs, protesting something.

“What now? Go back?” Yu Yan-shuang asked.

Seine gestured for him to keep driving. As they approached the tape, a security guard moved to stop them. Seine didn’t even need to roll down the window; the guard recognized him in the passenger seat and immediately cleared the tape, waving them through.

Yu Yan-shuang was puzzled. “This looks like a high-security event. He just let us in?”

“It’s a gubernatorial election,” Seine said nonchalantly. “Drive slower. Roll down your window.”

Yu Yan-shuang didn’t understand, but he did as he was told. They drove past a large crowd, the sound of a rousing speech getting closer. Suddenly, Seine took his left hand and kissed it.

Yu Yan-shuang tried to close the window and pull his hand back in a panic. When he glanced at Seine, the man had just looked away from the window with a wicked smile. “What are you doing? Aren’t you afraid of being seen? There are so many reporters filming!”

He was furious. They had agreed not to reveal their relationship, yet Seine acted like he didn’t care at all. Was he trying to get him to pay the penalty for breaking the contract? How was that contract worded? Who pays in this situation? Yu Yan-shuang stomped on the gas, wanting to leave the scene as quickly as possible. As they sped away, chaos erupted behind them.

Seine looked back through the rearview mirror and comforted him, “Don’t worry, no one will notice us.” He let go of the boy’s hand. “You should be more natural. As long as I don’t officially announce our relationship, no one will think we’ve had sex in private.”

“…” Yu Yan-shuang barely restrained himself from glaring. Seine was always like this—blunt and explicit—making his heart tighten when they were out in public. He took a deep breath, feeling like he wouldn’t be able to endure many more days of this. He changed the subject. “Were you saying hi to someone?”

“My father.”

Yu Yan-shuang nearly slammed on the brakes. Those Christians hated homosexuality—was Seine insane?

Seine had actually done it on a whim. The car had arrived, Yu Yan-shuang wanted it, so he simply routed the navigation past his father’s supported gubernatorial rally. Although they had “agreed” to a deal, Seine had immediately started leaking rumors to impact the voting. Charles had done the same, promoting several talented side-branch members to counter Seine. Since Charles was at the rally, Seine figured he’d say hello and let his father see the boy by his side.

Yu Yan-shuang whipped the car around a corner as if trying to escape even faster. Beyond the rally, the surroundings became more desolate, the vegetation thickening. Both fell silent. Yu Yan-shuang gripped the wheel, his thoughts in a mess. He wondered if Seine wasn’t actually “bent” but was just in a late rebellious phase, using him to spite his father. Impossible. We’ve done it so many times, he wouldn’t sacrifice that much, would he?

The more confused he felt, the more he looked for a distraction. The road ahead turned into an S-curve, and his hands began to itch to show off his skills. He drove the car right along the edge, taking it to the limit over the drainage ditch. After two passes, his “feel” for the car improved, and he realized his skills hadn’t regressed at all. On one turn, half his tire was practically over the edge as he cleared the ditch.

Proud of his maneuver, he instinctively looked toward Seine with a sparkle in his eyes. He saw Seine looking down at his phone. There was one final curve ahead.

“Seine, play a song for me,” Yu Yan-shuang said urgently. Seine looked up, and Yu Yan-shuang seized the moment for a perfect “gutter run” curve. He expected praise, but when he looked back, he found Seine had his head down, rummaging through the center console for a CD. This was an older model car, and people listened to CDs more back then.

Yu Yan-shuang felt a bit depressed. The road ahead was all straight lines now. He actually missed his old semi-truck driver friends. To make matters worse, Seine asked, “Do you like English songs?”

Is now the time to listen to songs? This was a maneuver worthy of being carved onto a tombstone, and no one saw it! Just then, he saw another S-curve ahead. He threw caution to the wind: “Seine, look ahead.” He gripped the wheel with one hand, taking the curve right on the edge.

CRASH.

…

“The tire blew. It’s fine, I’ll change it,” Seine said after checking the car.

Yu Yan-shuang leaned against the car, arms crossed, staring unhappily at the hole in the road. It was all because of that hole; he couldn’t replicate his perfect limit-run maneuver. He stared gloomily at Seine’s back as the man went to change the tire. He shouldn’t have come out with Seine today.

But since he was here… even though Garcia had told him to endure and coax Seine to get a Black Card—which was more important than any gift—he luckily knew that Discord benefactor. He’d have to use that method for revenge. He was going to make Seine finish so fast he’d doubt his life! The first time at the hotel, when Seine suddenly entered a large portion, Yu Yan-shuang—who had never experienced such a thing—had doubted his life to the extreme.

When Seine pulled the tire out of the trunk and turned around, Yu Yan-shuang immediately smiled. “Let me do it. I don’t want you to get your hands dirty.”

Seine’s eyes crinkled, and he leaned in close. “So many sweet words today. What do you want?” He didn’t give the tire to the boy; instead, he tossed the jack onto the ground and asked, “Hmm?”

Yu Yan-shuang hesitated but decided to stick to Garcia’s advice: getting a Black Card wasn’t easy; it should be done after Seine was satisfied. Although he felt Seine was generous and might just give it if asked, he was afraid of losing the upper hand. If he asked now, what if Seine wanted to “do business” right here?

Unknowingly, Yu Yan-shuang seemed to have accepted that as long as he was alone with Seine, sex was an inevitability.

“Nothing, I just wanted to say it,” Yu Yan-shuang said sweetly. Realizing he was being too “gay,” he wanted to show off his masculine strength. Changing a tire was very “manly.” Look at Seine: he’d taken off his coat and rolled up his sleeves, revealing muscular arms. When he lifted the tire, his muscles bunched up. It looked very masculine. He wanted that too.

Yu Yan-shuang rolled up his sleeves, revealing his pale arms. “Let me do it. I want to change it.”

“It’s dangerous. What if the car falls on you?” Seine was unwilling. He pressed down on the jack, lifting the car.

Yu Yan-shuang was frustrated; he felt like Seine looked down on him. How could it just “fall”? He wasn’t an idiot who would kick the jack out himself. Perhaps his resentment was too obvious, and Seine relented: “Fine, you do it.”

Yu Yan-shuang’s smile finally returned. He took the toolbox and began removing the wheel, even twirling the screwdriver for effect. His long fingers spun the tool in a fancy way. Seine’s Adam’s apple bobbed; he couldn’t help but remember those nimble hands being pressed into service for him. Eagle Cliff was too far.

Seine knelt on one knee, staring intently at Yu Yan-shuang’s profile. The boy was working seriously, his long, curled lashes barely blinking, his black eyes focused on the tire. Sensing Yu Yan-shuang needed the cross-head bit, Seine quickly handed it over, placing it on top of the toolbox and watching as the boy unintentionally grabbed his hand.

Seine smirked. “You want to touch me that much?”

The words “You’re shameless” were on the tip of his tongue, but he squeezed out a mismatched smile: “Your hands are so warm.”

Seine thought to himself that there was no need to go all the way to Eagle Cliff. Even though they were in the middle of nowhere, the scenery here was quite good.

Yu Yan-shuang took the bit, removed the last two screws, and rolled the flat tire aside. The car was low, so he had to bend over, sticking his backside out toward Seine. Seine felt like he was doing it on purpose. Even through jeans, Seine could easily imagine the shape without them. The soft flesh would dimple under his fingers, as if trying to suck in every one of his fingers.

When Yu Yan-shuang turned around, Seine immediately hid his lustful gaze and nonchalantly rolled the spare tire over. Luckily he was used to having a Plan B. Small cars like this usually didn’t carry a spare, but Seine had someone prepare one. Otherwise, a perfect night would have ended with a flat tire, waiting for a tow truck.

Yu Yan-shuang finished changing the tire quickly. Seine pulled out some mineral water to wash the boy’s hands. His large fingers seemed to intentionally, slowly rub and squeeze Yu Yan-shuang’s delicate hands. It was very erotic.

Yu Yan-shuang noticed that while Seine’s face was fairly pale, other parts of him were much darker. Especially his arms and palms—his skin tone was two shades darker than his own. His hands were washed clean, but his knuckles were left with red marks. Seine dried his hands and couldn’t help but cup them and kiss those red marks. “Yu Yan-shuang, you’re so fragile.”

As he bent down to kiss his fingers, Seine looked up at Yu Yan-shuang. With that one look, Yu Yan-shuang knew Seine wanted to do “it” again. He instinctively pulled his hand back and took a step away. Behind him was the Dodge Viper. He bumped into it and leaned back; Seine immediately pressed in close, hands braced on either side of the boy. His tall frame loomed over him, almost hiding him from view.

Seine squeezed the soft flesh at Yu Yan-shuang’s waist. “You’re so flexible, baby.”

Yu Yan-shuang braced his palms against Seine’s chest, trying to stop him. “Seine, we’re outside. I don’t want rumors starting tomorrow…” He was leaning back against the roof of the car. Despite his attempt to retreat, his lips parted unconsciously due to nervousness, as if inviting a kiss.

Seine’s hand pressed against the top of Yu Yan-shuang’s head, his arm braced on the car roof. He stroked the boy’s hair. “I’m blocking you completely. Others will just think I’m kissing a girl.” With that, he held the boy’s head steady and leaned in to kiss him.

This time, Seine didn’t seem in a hurry. He kissed slowly and deliberately, particularly fond of sucking on the boy’s lips. The more he did it, the more Yu Yan-shuang felt like he was a delicious dish being savored. Having kissed so many times, they were both very practiced. Soon, their tongues were entangled, swallowing each other’s saliva.

Yu Yan-shuang felt lightheaded and simply closed his eyes, not looking at the starry sky behind Seine—he was seeing stars anyway. On the quiet, dark roadside, the only sound was the wet noise of their kissing.

As they kissed, Seine naturally put his arm around the boy’s waist, trying to open the car door and push him inside. He pressed his forehead against Yu Yan-shuang’s. “You have a reaction.”

Yu Yan-shuang turned his gaze away uncomfortably. I really am a little gay now.

Steeling himself against the shame, he didn’t forget his plan. He refused to go in. “You lie down first. I have a surprise for you.” Do it fast so I can go back and sleep. Out in the wild it is, then. If he refused, would Seine even agree?

Before Seine got in the car, he glanced at the black backpack. He raised an eyebrow. Did he actually go buy what we talked about on Discord? He squeezed into the back seat and lay down, arms behind his head, watching the boy. His long legs were awkwardly bent, making the car look even more cramped.

Yu Yan-shuang frowned. Does he have to be right here? There would be no room for him later. He said, “Close your eyes!”

Seine closed them quickly, his Adam’s apple bobbing. Like a thief, Yu Yan-shuang took the items out of his bag. He put the ears on his head and the tail on his waist, then crawled in and sat on Seine’s stomach, closing the car door. He had to keep his upper body slightly lowered to avoid hitting his head. The space was cramped, and both were men—not to mention Seine’s large frame. Yu Yan-shuang was forced to press tightly against him.

Seine gripped the boy’s arms to keep him from falling, his throat moving more frequently. His mind was filled with images of Yu Yan-shuang wearing black cat ears and nothing else, smiling sweetly at him.

“You… you can open your eyes now.”

When Seine opened his eyes, he froze for a long time. Then, he couldn’t help but burst out laughing. He laughed so hard he leaned his head back. The sound was low and pleasant, but to Yu Yan-shuang, it sounded like he was being mocked. He never expected this reaction after finally throwing away his dignity.

Because he wasn’t familiar with Chicago, he’d dragged Garcia to go shopping with him that afternoon. Every time he saw those headbands and tails, he made Garcia stay far away before he dared to sneak in and buy them.

“Don’t laugh!” Yu Yan-shuang frowned. He couldn’t keep up the “obedient” act anymore. His face was tense, his black eyes staring coldly at Seine. With the hat he was wearing, Seine’s heart felt like soft marshmallow.

“A very cute tiger,” Seine said, trying to stop laughing. He reached up and pinched the furry, striped ears on the boy’s head. It was a cute tiger hat, with a curved striped tail hanging from his waist. He looked like a naive little tiger cub that had just stepped out of the forest and fallen into the hands of a cunning human. A tiger is a feline, so technically, he was trying to please him, wasn’t he?

Seine cupped Yu Yan-shuang’s face and kissed both cheeks. Yu Yan-shuang’s expression softened slightly. “Do you like it? Do you feel… excited?” A man should finish fast when he’s excited. He had looked at several styles and picked the best-looking one. It was golden and pretty, with a powerful black “King” character on the forehead. A tiger is a feline!

Seine pulled him down into his embrace, his chin resting on the furry head. Suddenly, he didn’t want to do anything; he just wanted to hold him and lie there quietly.

Yu Yan-shuang was a bit confused. His cheek was pressed against Seine’s left chest, listening to the steady, powerful heartbeat. They were rarely like this; they were usually either kissing or in the middle of intense sex. He hadn’t even touched Seine’s abs before. Most of the time he was just being “eaten” by Seine. Now, under his hand were the abs that had once dazed him. They were bunched up under his palm, and they felt great.

He felt a twinge of jealousy and instinctively squeezed them. How hard would he have to work to get such firm, natural abs? He only had four. And because he was too thin, his muscle definition wasn’t as obvious or masculine as Seine’s. They lay there quietly, listening to the sound of crickets outside.

Seine felt a sense of satisfaction that was even greater than when they had sex. He felt like he could hold him like this forever. Yu Yan-shuang didn’t understand. Seine clearly had a strong reaction, yet he wasn’t doing anything. If they waited, they wouldn’t be able to get back to the dorm. He didn’t want to stay out all night again.

He looked up and asked, “Seine, are we continuing?”

Seine looked at him, surprised. “You want to?” He thought the boy was unwilling. Just as he was about to reach for the boy’s loose hem, Yu Yan-shuang pressed his hand down. “I’m actually really tired, Brother Seine… Don’t you want to today?”

It really worked? He couldn’t find black ones; the only black cat ears he saw looked cheap and came with an outfit that only covered the essentials—it looked weird and wasn’t very pretty. Deep down, he also felt like wearing that would be too humiliating. He didn’t expect the one he picked would actually work on Seine! It seemed that Discord guy knew his stuff. He’d have to sneak some photos for him later and see if there were other ways.

Suddenly, Yu Yan-shuang smiled happily. It seemed his backside was saved for now. Seine stroked his head and pressed him into his chest. “Then just lie with me for a bit. I’ll take you back later.”

Yu Yan-shuang was even happier. “Are you very comfortable right now?”

Seine was puzzled. “Comfortable? No, I’m very content. Why?” Content and comfortable were about the same.

“I want a Black Card,” Yu Yan-shuang said immediately, then quickly added, “Okay? Brother Seine.” Garcia said a Black Card was better than gifts; he could use it for “shopping” and get cash.

Seine couldn’t help but laugh. So that was why he was trying to please him? There was no need for that; he should have given him one long ago. This was his first time in this role, after all. Usually, when they went out, Yu Yan-shuang didn’t need to spend money; Seine just bought whatever he wanted. He quickly said, “Sure. I’ll have my assistant open one for you.”

Yu Yan-shuang’s eyes brightened even more. He voiced his final thought: “Can I go to Las Vegas with Garcia tomorrow?”

Seine repeated, “With Garcia?”

Yu Yan-shuang nodded. “Yeah.” He thought he had made himself clear.

Later, Yu Yan-shuang had asked how much longer this would take. Seeing his distress, Garcia had offered a new plan. He’d heard from Zoe, who had gone to Vegas and nearly given her Christian father a heart attack. What if Yu Yan-shuang intentionally acted like a money-grubber and a gambler? Garcia had friends there and didn’t actually want the boy to gamble—he thought Yu Yan-shuang would be easily corrupted. He planned for Yu Yan-shuang to go wild with the Black Card, buy chips, and then sell them at a slight loss for cash. That way, Yu Yan-shuang would have money, and Seine would hate him and let him go. He’d seen it many times: his old friends from the lower class would get addicted to bad habits once they knew someone rich, and they’d be immediately discarded. He assumed Seine would be the same.

Seine’s expression turned grim. “What about me?”

Yu Yan-shuang was baffled. “You’ll be in Chicago.” Seeing Seine’s face darken further, he quickly coaxed, “You can go wherever you want to play too, Brother Seine.”