The Gloomy Overseas Student Rewards His Hubby With Some Thirst Traps - Chapter 39

Chapter 39

Yu Yanshuang was completely dizzy. When he was placed onto the bed, the world was still spinning.

He looked confusedly at the man standing by the bed. The figure was a bit blurry, and it took a while for him to recognize that it was Sain.

“Sain, I did very bad things today. Aren’t you going to dump me?” Yu Yanshuang said muzzily, his voice thick with a nasal tone.

Yu Yanshuang had been drinking. When Sain approached, perhaps because he had waited in the cold wind for too long, his entire body felt icy cool.

Yu Yanshuang instinctively rubbed his cheek against the man’s neck, looking very comfortable. “Sain, you’re so cool and refreshing.”

Sain supported himself with his hands on either side of Yu Yanshuang, his grey eyes cold.

At this moment, Yu Yanshuang no longer looked like the photos the stylist had sent. His styled hair had been blown into a mess by the cold wind, there were wine stains on his leather jacket, and his pants were covered in lint and hair from somewhere.

He looked beautiful when he went out with others, but when it was time to see Sain, he looked like a little kitten that had gone rolling in a mud pit.

But he was still beautiful.

Sain stroked Yu Yanshuang’s cheek and said expressionlessly, “Yu, you intentionally broke your promise to me just so I would dump you?”

Yu Yanshuang shook his head. “You forced me to make that promise. It wasn’t what I wanted.”

Sain almost laughed out of anger. He pinched Yu Yanshuang’s cheek, looking at his drunken, misty eyes. However, the fire in his heart grew even more intense. He asked icily, “Hmm? So when I told you to stay with me for three years, you weren’t actually willing?”

Yu Yanshuang was puzzled. Wasn’t that obvious?

Sain saw the meaning in Yu Yanshuang’s eyes, and his expression darkened further.

Yu Yanshuang noticed that his waist felt chilly; it seemed his pants were about to be taken off. He had so many places to visit tomorrow, and his backside hurt a bit—he didn’t want to do it at all.

But why hadn’t Sain dumped him yet? Was he waiting for Yu Yanshuang to cooperate one last time before ending it?

Yu Yanshuang felt dizzy and a bit nauseous; he just wanted to sleep. He didn’t want to cooperate at all.

He wrapped his arms around Sain’s neck and tried to say, “Sain, I did very bad things today. You should leave me.”

Sain said with a fake smile, “If you really did bad things, I’ll just fuck you until you never do them again.”

Yu Yanshuang was almost scared sober. He forced his eyes open. “Sain, how can you be so unprincipled? Even if I killed someone, would you still be like this?”

“Of course not.”

Just as Yu Yanshuang breathed a sigh of relief, he heard Sain say: “I’d hire a good lawyer to push for a life sentence and have you locked in a single room so you could never run away. Then, you’d have to wait for me to come and fuck you every single day.”

Sain chuckled. “Try killing someone, Yu.”

Yu Yanshuang’s eyes widened. He said gloomily, “Sain, how can you be so crazy! Could it be… could it be that you just won’t end things with me and insist on waiting until three years are up!”

Sain didn’t answer but instead commanded, “Drink some water.”

“Answer me first,” Yu Yanshuang refused to comply. Instead, he touched his stomach. “I’m drunk. I can’t drink any more.”

“Be good. Drink,” Sain pulled him up and began to feed him water.

Yu Yanshuang didn’t understand. He was forced to swallow a lot of water. He touched his belly. “I want to go to the bathroom.”

“I’ll let your ‘bird’ out in a bit,” Sain stood up and began to unbuckle his belt.

“Lie face down.”

He spoke in a low voice.

Yu Yanshuang instead tried to grip the edge of the bed tightly, confused. “Why are you taking off your belt?”

“To fuck you.” Sain flipped him over ruthlessly. He folded the belt and slapped Yu Yanshuang’s backside with force, producing a crisp sound.

He announced icily, “Since you want to leave so badly after three years, then don’t leave at all.”

What!

Yu Yanshuang covered his butt. The pain made his nose prickle, and his whole face turned red with shame. “Don’t hit me like that!”

He couldn’t believe that after all his efforts—compromising, trying to please Sain, and traveling all the way to a chaotic city like Las Vegas—Sain not only wouldn’t break up with him but wanted to extend the duration. And he had been hit.

He felt Sain pressing down on him. Sain was going to suppress him again!

“No, I don’t want to do it! I hate you! Sain, I’m starting to hate you now!” Yu Yanshuang was frantic, trying to hold onto his slipping waistband.

Today’s outfit was so beautiful. Walking down the streets of a metropolis like Las Vegas, many people had turned to look at him. He didn’t want to get it all wrinkled. He wanted to wear it for a while longer. Yu Yanshuang felt he hadn’t been this handsome in a long time.

Unfortunately, he had drunk too much. Being drunk and weak, his struggling while lying face down made him look like a little turtle flipped on its back, flailing his limbs randomly.

“Hate me? Then what about when you were hugging me and calling me ‘Sain-gege,’ squeezing me so I wouldn’t leave?” Sain questioned.

These words made Yu Yanshuang feel even more ashamed and humiliated. He hated Sain for being such a bully. Wasn’t that all to please Sain? Wasn’t that so he could be dumped today? Wasn’t that to avoid being fucked one more time?

Losing all face, Yu Yanshuang began to cry, sobbing as he spoke in his familiar Chinese: “The first time I saw you, I hated you to death! I hated how you coldly watched me carry my suitcase! I hated when you saw me picking up water bottles on the court! I hated how you watched coldly when I couldn’t take it!”

Perhaps under the influence of alcohol, Yu Yanshuang, who never liked to speak his mind, spoke a lot about Sain for the first time. But everything he said was about “hating.”

As he heard Yu Yanshuang say “hate” so many times, Sain’s face became increasingly gloomy. The snow melting in his hair made his styling go to waste. Strands of hair hung over his forehead, casting a shadow that made his features appear deeper and more dangerous.

Yet Yu Yanshuang was still making oaths. If he weren’t busy trying to save his pants with both hands, he would have raised three fingers to swear: “Sain, if you insist on laying a hand on me today, I won’t like you at all! I’ll never like you! You are truly too detestable! And very wicked!”

The more Sain listened, the greater the fire in his heart grew. He was determined to strip the man’s pants off. He responded icily in Chinese: “I don’t need your ‘liking.’ I don’t need anyone’s ‘liking’.”

Rip!

In their struggle, the pants finally tore into two pieces at the thigh. Long, fair, and slightly fleshy thighs burst into Sain’s sight.

Sain firmly gripped the delicate soft flesh with his hand and said in a tone that brooked no negotiation, “Spread your legs. I only need you to be by my side.”

Yu Yanshuang looked at half of his pants thrown on the floor, his heart breaking, and suddenly burst into a loud wail. He looked deeply, deeply heartbroken. Tears gushed out like an unstoppable faucet. However, he didn’t make a sound; he just kept his mouth open and his eyes tightly shut, looking in great pain.

He really was just like what Mike said—someone who sold his ass. Sain just saw him as that kind of person.

Yu Yanshuang’s back was to Sain, so Sain couldn’t see his face, but he could feel the body under his hands trembling.

Sain flipped him over to see his expression and felt as if he had been stung. Yu Yanshuang’s fair face was flushed bright red from holding his breath while crying. His mouth was open, revealing the pink tip of his tongue. Sain, who had been about to do something by force, froze. This look was even more heartbroken than the first time at the hotel.

Part of him wanted to continue, but his heart suddenly felt a bit frantic. He tried to unbutton the last two buttons on Yu Yanshuang’s pants, but Sain couldn’t get either of them undone.

Seemingly helpless, he pulled the man into his arms and gently patted Yu Yanshuang’s back, pressing Yu Yanshuang’s chest against his own. In this embrace, their two hearts were closest.

Sain’s tone, usually calm, now sounded both angry and anxious: “Fine, fine, fine. Then I’ll dump you. Just stop crying.” He added in his mind: I’ll get him back tomorrow.

But even though Sain had agreed, Yu Yanshuang still wouldn’t speak. He kept his eyes closed as large tears continued to fall. Sain lowered his head and leaned in, kissing and “eating” the tears one by one. Why did the salty tears taste so bitter?

His hair brushed against Yu Yanshuang’s forehead. It tickled, and Yu Yanshuang wanted to dodge, but Sain wouldn’t even let him dodge something like eating his tears. Sain held the back of Yu Yanshuang’s head in his palm and hugged him very tightly, as if trying to merge the man into his own body.

As if making a certain resolution, he coaxed him in Chinese: “Fine. You can leave me for three days.”

Yu Yanshuang still wouldn’t speak, just continued to cry.

Only when Sain increased the offer to one month did Yu Yanshuang stop crying, opened his eyes, and said, “Really?”

Sain stared at Yu Yanshuang’s black eyes, which had been washed clear by the tears and were now full of anticipation. He ground his back teeth. “Really. So you were faking it?”

Yu Yanshuang suddenly looked like he was about to burst into tears again. Perhaps because he was dizzy, he proactively rested his head on Sain’s shoulder. Sain felt hot tears sliding down his neck into his clothes, slowly becoming cold as they moved across his chest.

He looked down at Yu Yanshuang again and realized that even though he had just stopped, he was crying very sadly again for no apparent reason.

He sighed and asked in confusion, “Yu, tell me, what exactly are you sad about? And what do you want?”

Yu Yanshuang was always like this, refusing to tell him honestly. Sometimes Sain couldn’t even tell if Yu Yanshuang was truly crying or faking it. Because Yu Yanshuang cried when he was feeling pleasure, cried when he was angry, and cried when he felt aggrieved.

Maybe he just needed to do it more. Sain wanted to unbutton those buttons again.

“You were the one who annoyed me first. I told you I would punish you, yet you deliberately went against me. Why can’t you be like you were the past few days?” Sain questioned. “You deliberately wanted me to punish you!”

As if he had come to a realization, his movements to unbutton the clothes became swift.

Yu Yanshuang raised his eyes and tried to hold onto the remaining third of his pants. His gaze moved from Sain’s chin to his eyes. He asked, irrelevant to the previous question: “Then is what you said true? You promise not to bother me for a whole month?”

Seeing how much Yu Yanshuang seemed to be looking forward to it, Sain said against his own heart, “True.”

A month was too long. He’d coax him into doing it first and worry about the rest later.

Yu Yanshuang suddenly fell silent. He just cried silently, his eyes fixed on his ruined pants.

If he had known that crying sadly would get Sain to let him go, then what was the point of pleasing Sain like he was selling his ass for so many days?

Being obedient and lying face down in Sain’s bedroom. Buying that tiger hat to make Sain happy. Holding his knees properly in the car Sain bought him. Thinking that if he cooperated sooner, Sain would let him go sooner—only to end up getting fucked for nothing all those times.

The more Yu Yanshuang thought about it, the sadder he became. It was so humiliating. Why was he like such a fool?

The sadness made Yu Yanshuang almost sober up.

Sain noticed he still couldn’t soothe the man and said with some displeasure, “You still think a month is too short?”

Yu Yanshuang’s eyes widened slightly. Did that mean if he thought it was short, he could get even longer if he cried a bit more?

Oh heavens, his backside really suffered for nothing. He cried even more sadly.

Sain couldn’t soothe him and had no choice but to start thinking, carefully replaying their conversation in his head.

He suddenly asked, “What exactly are you sad about? Is it because I didn’t carry your suitcase?”

Yu Yanshuang stopped crying in an instant, turned his eyes away unnaturally, and spoke quickly: “You have to pay me back for my pants. They have to be exactly the same, and I want three pairs.”

“You mean back when school started? You remember me?” Sain’s Adam’s apple bobbed. For the first time, his grey eyes weren’t staring directly at Yu Yanshuang. Instead, like Yu Yanshuang, he stared at the torn pants.

Sain spoke seemingly casually, “Weren’t there two annoying flies there?”

“But you saw me first,” Yu Yanshuang grumbled softly.

He was using Chinese again, and his voice was small and mumbles. Sain didn’t hear clearly and couldn’t help but look at him. “What?”

Yu Yanshuang repeated sharply, “So you aren’t a gentleman at all!”

Sain was confused. “Didn’t you already know that? When you called me a pervert and a demon while you were being…”

“Mph.”

Yu Yanshuang hurriedly covered Sain’s mouth again. He wouldn’t allow Sain to mention those humiliating things anymore.

Sain blinked. Surprisingly, he didn’t kiss back. His handsome face showed a rare trace of being at a loss.

Yu Yanshuang counted to five in his head. Garcia had said that three seconds usually shut his sharp-tongued sugar daddy up. Sain was even worse, so five seconds should be about right.

Seeing that Sain didn’t continue speaking but let him hold the kiss, while looking down and pulling over the blanket to wrap Yu Yanshuang’s thighs, Yu Yanshuang breathed a sigh of relief and let Sain go. But the next second, he realized what he had just done and his whole body stiffened.

Immediately after, sadness struck him again, and he began to cry.

Damn it, Garcia’s methods weren’t working at all, yet he was still following them. He had just kissed Sain; would Sain go back on his word now? Yu Yanshuang tried to squeeze out more tears, wanting to wail.

This time, Sain could tell Yu Yanshuang was faking. When he had finished enjoying himself in bed and was too tired to continue, he would try crying like this to make Sain soft-hearted and let him go.

“That time you were picking up bottles… when I was giving my acceptance speech, I asked everyone to take their bottles away and had my players pack up the tools,” Sain didn’t expose Yu Yanshuang’s fake crying. He looked down and tried to wrap Yu Yanshuang up into a cocoon.

Yu Yanshuang’s hands were both wrapped in the blanket. He couldn’t help but headbutt Sain’s chin and said angrily, “So that time I was rated as the worst cleaner! They never hired me to work again!”

Recycling water bottles could make money. Those Americans suspected him of secretly picking them up and hiding them, but when he went to finish up and pick up bottles, there were hardly any left in the stadium.

Sain cleared his throat. There was one more “hateful” topic left. He didn’t bring it up. Yu Yanshuang happened not to want him to bring it up either, nor did he rush to complain.

“Do you still hate me then?” Sain said softly in a low voice, unconsciously leaning closer to Yu Yanshuang.

The two were very close, but they weren’t kissing. Their exhaled breaths intertwined ambiguously. Sain could smell the alcohol on Yu Yanshuang, and Yu Yanshuang could smell a cool lime scent.

Did Sain eat something delicious secretly? Yu Yanshuang couldn’t help but stare at Sain’s thin, cold-looking lips and wonder. How could they be so fierce yet so hot when kissing?

Sain lifted his eyelashes to look at Yu Yanshuang. His expression seemed calm. Those grey eyes always gave off a cold, emotionless feeling, making him hard to read.

However, Yu Yanshuang felt inexplicably as if he had been burned and looked away. The two of them seemed to have never been like this before. Yu Yanshuang lay quietly in Sain’s arms. Forehead to forehead, they would glance at each other and then look away.

It felt so ambiguous. Yu Yanshuang felt it was so gay.

“I hate you. I said I’ve started to hate you, and I won’t stop.” Yu Yanshuang announced with a stiff face, trying to break the weird atmosphere.

Sain pinched Yu Yanshuang’s chin, forcing him to turn around. His tone was cold again. “Since you hate it anyway, let’s do something you hate. The one-month deal is off.”

Yu Yanshuang’s eyes widened slightly. Before he could speak, he was kissed by Sain again. Because from the moment Sain wrapped him into a cocoon, he hadn’t had time to resist. Now he was wrapped in a thick quilt with only his head exposed, specifically for Sain to kiss.

A fierce force crashed into him, bumping Yu Yanshuang’s teeth, but then it became gentle. It wasn’t like that deliberate, slow tasting; it was a very gentle taking of Yu Yanshuang’s lips, only extending the tip of a tongue to entice Yu Yanshuang’s own. It seemed as if this gentle stirring would make Yu Yanshuang respond proactively.

Yu Yanshuang was becoming agitated by this slow kiss. Even though he was dizzy, because the other’s movements were slow and gentle, he could clearly feel the tip of the tongue against his own, curling around it and leading it out, making him proactively enter Sain’s mouth.

The more he refused to go, the more Sain teased the tip of his tongue. It made one’s heart itch.

Yu Yanshuang couldn’t stand this torture. He suddenly gave Sain a push with his tongue but ended up digging a hole for himself. He couldn’t get back; the tip of his tongue was bitten tightly by Sain and sucked and dragged out.

The gentle kiss suddenly became erotic and intense. The half of his tongue that fell into Sain’s mouth was like a delicious piece of ice cream, being licked, heatedly held, and finely ground with teeth.

Yu Yanshuang quickly became soft and weak. But Sain couldn’t get enough. He held Yu Yanshuang’s limp head with both hands to make him tilt his head back and endure the kiss.

He felt hot tears on his fingertips again. Sain couldn’t help but stop and asked in confusion, “Why are you crying again? Is it from pleasure?”

He didn’t have to try to please him anymore, so Yu Yanshuang immediately showed his true colors and said indignantly, “Pleasure my foot! You’re always like this!”

Couldn’t he see his lips were red and swollen again? This time the tip of his tongue was almost numb. He wouldn’t be able to eat anything delicious tomorrow.

“But you had a reaction, and when your bird came out…” Sain didn’t understand.

Yu Yanshuang interrupted loudly, “My Big Mac is still in the back seat! I didn’t finish it! I want to eat my burger! I want to eat my burger!”

Sain was helpless. The apartment had only been cleaned; there hadn’t been time to prepare clothes. He took his own overcoat and wrapped Yu Yanshuang’s entire body, especially wrapping his legs tightly, and picked him up. With his legs tied up, he could only let the man sit in the crook of his arm. As they were about to go out, he reminded Yu Yanshuang to lower his head so he wouldn’t hit it.

Yu Yanshuang folded his arms over his chest and lowered his head without a word.

When they reached the ground floor and the cold wind blew past, Yu Yanshuang held onto Sain’s neck tightly out of cold. As they walked toward the car, they found that Garcia hadn’t left yet; he was arguing with the assistant: “Yu Yanshuang is straight! Sain looks so angry. If he does it to him now, Yu Yanshuang will break down! Don’t stop me!”

As soon as he shook off the assistant’s hand and turned around, Garcia saw Yu Yanshuang being carried toward them by Sain like a child. Garcia could tell Yu Yanshuang had been crying. Seeing the lower half of his body wrapped in an overcoat, his eyes widened.

Had Yu Yanshuang already lost his virginity so quickly? Oh heavens! Was Sain all show and no substance?

Garcia ran over quickly and asked, “What’s wrong? Yu? Why are your eyes so swollen? Does it hurt?” It would be very painful the first time, right? But he didn’t even dare to ask why Yu Yanshuang’s lips were so swollen.

Sain’s tone was unfriendly. “Move.”

Yu Yanshuang immediately defended him: “How can you treat your spy like this?” He was using Chinese.

Garcia didn’t understand, but Sain did and reacted immediately. Yu Yanshuang had misunderstood Garcia, thinking Garcia had been arranged by him to ask about that “little mouse” matter. When he couldn’t figure out why Yu Yanshuang wouldn’t stay obediently by his side and why he had cried so sadly today, he still wanted a channel to be able to talk to Yu Yanshuang.

Sain opened the car door and stuffed the man into the back seat. “Be good and eat your burger inside.”

Once the door was closed, Sain looked coldly at Garcia, signaling him to move away from the car. Garcia was starting to feel a bit scared now. The assistant wasn’t like Sain; the assistant was just an employee and didn’t dare to be too forceful, only trying to persuade Garcia to leave. But Sain was different; his height and build alone created an intense sense of pressure.

Garcia suddenly felt a bit regretful. Had he been too impulsive? But he knew how much gossip and rumor one had to face being gay. Coming from an intellectual family—his father was a lawyer and his mother a doctor—his future had been planned since primary school before his sexual orientation was confirmed. He was to be either a lawyer or a doctor.

But Garcia didn’t want that. He liked beautiful clothes, designing beautiful dresses, and those very fashionable magazines. Even though a family like his could easily support him in studying design, he was thrown out without mercy because of his sexual orientation. Garcia chose that path partly because others thought he was stupid for choosing a path no one approved of, destined to fail. Then he was determined to succeed.

But Yu Yanshuang was different. He was straight. He wouldn’t be mocked by the majority because of his sexual orientation. Achieving some worldly success would be praised. Women, and minorities like him, had to be even more successful. That’s just how unfair it was.

So from the beginning, Garcia never thought about “turning” Yu Yanshuang, and in his heart, he wasn’t happy about Sain actually turning him.

Garcia summoned his courage and said, “Sain, sorry. I won’t tell anyone about discovering you’re gay. But can you let Yu Yanshuang go? But if…”

“No one would believe you even if you said it,” Sain interrupted. He lowered his voice and said icily, “Yu Yanshuang doesn’t know about what you did for Rodney. You don’t want to lose Yu Yanshuang as a friend, do you?”

As for Garcia’s little schemes, Sain didn’t need to worry. Moreover, Sain looked back at Yu Yanshuang, who was indeed holding the remaining half of the burger, eating it while leaning against the window staring at them. He couldn’t help but smile slightly. Yu Yanshuang really didn’t have many friends; at least Garcia didn’t have bad intentions. He had even helped him enjoy Yu Yanshuang properly.

Garcia froze, realizing he couldn’t even get to the negotiating table. He lowered his head and stopped speaking. Sain knew he had guessed correctly; this was Garcia’s weakness.

“If you don’t want to drop out like Rodney, then,” Sain gave a slight smile, “tell me, what did Yu Yanshuang say to you? You two seemed to be having a lot of fun in the bar.” Why did he cry so sadly when he was with him?

Garcia was stunned and instinctively looked at Yu Yanshuang. Because of Yu Yanshuang’s movements, the overcoat had fallen, revealing half of the torn pants, but at least the pants were still there. He was a bit surprised that Sain hadn’t done anything to Yu Yanshuang, and had even carried him down to eat a burger. Wasn’t Sain very mean to Yu Yanshuang?

Take Rodney, for example. When he was very tired, or sleepy and thirsty, and clearly stated he didn’t want to do anything in the dorm, Rodney wouldn’t listen at all and would even be more excessive. But right now, things looked different. Clearly Yu Yanshuang looked a bit disheveled, his hairstyle was ruined, and his lips were so swollen they had obviously been kissing intensely.

So why was Sain coming to ask him this now? Because Yu Yanshuang cried, so he didn’t know how to make him happy and came to ask him?

Garcia spoke tentatively, “Yu Yanshuang said he doesn’t like you.”

Sain’s expression cooled slightly. “I know. It doesn’t matter.”

Garcia tried again, “He doesn’t want to be your friend anymore.”

“Don’t tell me things I already know. Tell me something else,” Sain interrupted coldly.

Garcia was a bit surprised that Sain didn’t fly into a rage and even let him continue. Then he wouldn’t be polite. “You bully him, suppress him, and ridicule him! It really hurts his self-esteem!” Garcia immediately repeated Yu Yanshuang’s exact words.

The more Sain listened, the more confused he became, yet his expression remained calm. It was impossible to tell whether he had done those things or not. But his thoughts went through their time together—could it be that Yu Yanshuang was complaining to Garcia about what happened in bed? Knowing how embarrassed Yu Yanshuang was to mention those things, Sain immediately felt that wasn’t it. He couldn’t help but wonder where exactly he had bullied him.

Sain couldn’t think of anything and didn’t argue. Instead, he said, “Don’t mention those things. Tell me something about how to make him happy!”

Garcia felt it was just as he thought—Sain hadn’t denied it. So how exactly was Yu Yanshuang being bullied, suppressed, and ridiculed? Sain’s methods were truly formidable. He treated Yu Yanshuang so well in front of others that even he was almost deceived.

Perhaps because Sain hadn’t exploded with anger over the first few complaints, Garcia grew bolder and said bluntly, “Will you let Yu Yanshuang go? Have you ever pursued a straight man? You don’t even dare to openly admit your sexual orientation like I do, right?” He gave a cold laugh. “Then what are you talking about making Yu Yanshuang happy?”

Sain couldn’t help but frown. Was that what Yu Yanshuang thought? He wanted him to pursue him properly? He wanted to go public with their relationship?

Sain asked, “So Yu Yanshuang wants to be in a relationship with me?”