The Gloomy Overseas Student Rewards His Hubby With Some Thirst Traps - Chapter 4

Chapter 4: The Predator and the Golden Hamster

So well-behaved.

Was a drunk Cyan really this easy to lead around?

Yu Yanshuang dragged Cyan here and there, hiding from the crowd. One moment he pressed him against a spherical hedge, the next against a stone wall. Whenever they needed to dodge someone, Yu Yanshuang would use the opportunity to pull Cyan into poses for photos.

Cyan didn’t seem to mind, except for when they were separated for too long; then, Cyan would reel him back into his arms, burying his head in Yu Yanshuang’s neck and attempting to bite him. Other than that, he was remarkably cooperative.

They were almost at the villa!

Yu Yanshuang planned to hide with Cyan in a room, take a series of even more intimate photos, and then leak them later to spread the word that Cyan was gay!

Or perhaps, before leaking them, he could blackmail Cyan first—force this high-and-mighty guy to bow to his every command!

Tugging and hauling, Yu Yanshuang successfully evaded everyone’s notice and entered the elevator. As he hesitated over which button to press, Cyan habitually pressed the sixth floor.

Yu Yanshuang’s heart skipped a beat. He studied Cyan’s expression carefully; those gray eyes were still hazy and unfocused.

Suddenly remembering that elevators usually have cameras, he cautiously used Cyan’s height to hide half of his face, peeking around to scan the small space. Seeing no camera, he breathed a sigh of relief. Back home, the Yu family never put cameras in their private elevator. Who would surveil their own home?

Ding.

Reaching the sixth floor, Cyan seemed to instinctively lead Yu Yanshuang toward a specific room. Before Yu Yanshuang could even begin to suspect if Cyan was faking his drunkenness, he saw the man fumbling confusedly with a door handle that wouldn’t budge. This eased his mind.

He probably thinks he’s at his own house. Thinking of the plan he was about to execute, Yu Yanshuang’s heart thudded. He steered Cyan into the room next door, which happened to be unlocked.

Yu Yanshuang didn’t doubt the truth of Cyan’s homophobia for a second. He had heard that the Bas family was devoutly Christian—of the old-school, Evangelical variety—and harbored an extreme distaste for homosexuality.

The thought of exposing these photos was equivalent to pointing at their pride and joy in front of his strict, old-fashioned parents and saying: “Oh my God! Your son is gay!”

The mental image made Yu Yanshuang increasingly giddy. He imagined Cyan waking up tomorrow and receiving the photos—pictures of himself drunk, holding another man with such scandalous intimacy…

“Haha!”

The moment they entered the room, Yu Yanshuang couldn’t resist. He held up his phone and snapped a selfie. He deliberately angled it to hide his own face, capturing only Cyan, who was currently burying his face in Yu Yanshuang’s neck from behind. Looking at Cyan’s half-profile in the frame, Yu Yanshuang laughed out loud with malicious glee.

Hearing the laugh, Cyan lifted his head from the boy’s neck. His large hand gripped Yu Yanshuang’s chin, forcing his face to the side. At the same time, Cyan leaned in incredibly close. A trace of a smile flickered in his gray eyes.

“What are you laughing at?”

The scent of cedarwood hit him, mixed with a faint aroma of whiskey. Between the heat of the palm on his waist and the grip on his chin, Yu Yanshuang was pinned effortlessly under Cyan’s control. He couldn’t budge.

Yu Yanshuang was startled—not just by Cyan’s sudden tenderness, but because, at this moment, Cyan didn’t look drunk at all.

He couldn’t have been faking this whole time, could he?

Now that the prank had reached this stage, Yu Yanshuang began to feel a late-coming fear. Even if the guy was drunk, what if Cyan remembered everything tomorrow? What if he ordered his people to hunt him down and force him to delete the photos? He would be dead meat!

Being drunk didn’t mean you had amnesia…

Moreover, if Yu Yanshuang couldn’t even break free from a drunk Cyan, what chance would he have against a sober one?

A wave of unprecedented dread washed over him. He began to struggle. “Let go of me!”

Cyan’s rare, gentle gaze turned cold instantly. He released the grip on Yu Yanshuang’s chin, his eyes falling on the slight redness left on the boy’s skin.

The moment his head was free, Yu Yanshuang turned away, showing Cyan the back of his head. As he turned, he noticed a massive floor-to-ceiling mirror right by the door. His reflection looked pathetic.

Being held tightly by such a massive man made him look incredibly fragile. He was 175cm tall and kept himself fit with a layer of lean muscle. Back home, he was exactly the type that girls found attractive.

But now? He looked like a little lamb being manhandled. Cyan was 192cm, his muscle mass nearly double Yu Yanshuang’s. He had the physique of a fully matured man—broad shoulders and a narrow waist—enveloping Yu Yanshuang so completely it was as if he were being swallowed whole.

The way Cyan’s arm muscles rippled with strength made Yu Yanshuang’s heart skip a beat. He looked away in a panic, unable to bear the sight of himself looking like a “sissy” to be mocked by these arrogant white guys.

Click.

Having been in the dim light for so long, the sudden flash made Yu Yanshuang instinctively close his eyes.

When he opened them again, he saw Cyan arching an eyebrow, holding up his phone screen. “Don’t be sad. Are you happy now?”

Yu Yanshuang’s gaze shifted from Cyan’s face to the screen.

“No!” Yu Yanshuang’s mental state shattered. He lunged for the phone, but Cyan simply held it high, making it impossible to reach. “Give it to me! Give it to me right now!”

Dammit! Cyan had copied him and taken a photo of them together.

Because Cyan had no reason to hide, he had captured their upper bodies pressed together. The pose in the photo was atrocious; anyone who saw it would misunderstand their relationship instantly.

Because of his struggling and the flash, Yu Yanshuang’s eyes were closed and his jaw was clenched. He looked as if he were being pushed to his limit, his body leaning forward in a desperate attempt to escape Cyan’s grasp.

Behind him, Cyan was pressed flush against his back. Due to the height difference, Cyan’s head was lowered, his face turned toward the boy as if he were about to bite Yu Yanshuang’s ear. Cyan’s hand was on his waist, the long fingers pressing firmly into Yu Yanshuang’s soft flesh.

If they weren’t wearing clothes, this pose would look even worse. Even with clothes on, it was highly suggestive.

The photo made Yu Yanshuang’s hair stand on end. He didn’t want to be treated like this by a grown man! Not even slightly! He wasn’t gay, and he certainly wasn’t a “bottom”!

Yu Yanshuang struggled even harder, trying to turn around and jump for the phone.

As long as Yu Yanshuang wasn’t trying to run away, Cyan didn’t strictly prohibit him from moving. Thus, turning around was easy. But as he turned, his stomach bumped into something hard and pulsing. As it pressed against his soft frame, Yu Yanshuang felt himself turn to stone.

Cyan’s handsome face remained unchanged, but the aura around him became completely undisguised.

If anyone had seen Cyan’s expression from a distance, they would have recognized it as the look he had during boxing matches right before his most brutal punches, or the moment in football when he carried the ball and plowed through everyone in his way.

His face was devoid of smiles. His stray hair veiled his gray eyes, making him look incredibly dark—like a predator waiting for the perfect moment to snap the neck of its prey.

Yu Yanshuang had been vacillating between “he’s drunk” and “he’s faking it.” But at this moment?

He was certain: Cyan was definitely drunk. A man who hated homosexuality this much wouldn’t have such a strong reaction to another man unless he had lost control!

Suddenly, Yu Yanshuang laughed. His beautiful face was radiant, almost enough to make someone lose their mind in a daze.

He reached up to steady himself, his eyes fixed on Cyan. “Are you hungry? Good boy, give me the phone.”

This time, it was Cyan who stiffened. Before he could react, Yu Yanshuang used the man’s shoulders for leverage, pushed himself upward, and shoved Cyan away. He grabbed the phone and paused. Instead of just deleting the photo, he Airdropped it to his own phone first. Then, he deleted it from Cyan’s gallery—and cautiously emptied the “Recently Deleted” folder too.

By the time Cyan seemed to snap out of it and lunged to catch him, Yu Yanshuang had tossed the phone back, bolted for the door, and disappeared.

…

“Cyan? What are you doing here? I thought you were catching a little mouse.” Rodney, with his arm around his male date, reached the sixth floor to find Cyan leaning against the window, a cigar between his teeth.

The red ember glowed brightly for a moment. Cyan exhaled a cloud of smoke, his voice unreadable. “He ran.”

Rodney burst out laughing. “So, what are you going to do?”

Others thought Cyan was a polite, perfect gentleman. But Rodney knew that beneath that exterior lurked an incredibly malicious and terrifying personality.

He remembered when they were kids—Cyan’s cousin had broken a model airplane that Cyan had spent a month building. At the time, Cyan just smiled and said it was fine.

About six months later, when the cousin was certain he would win a specific piano competition, Cyan entered it out of the blue and took the trophy. The cousin practiced bitterly for the next one, only for Cyan to swoop in and take that title, too. This happened several times over two years until the cousin’s reputation became: “Oh, that poor kid can never beat his older brother no matter how hard he tries.”

Word was the cousin never touched a piano again. Rodney always believed Cyan did it on purpose, especially since Cyan hadn’t touched a piano much after that either.

He was curious to see how Cyan would handle the “little mouse” who had offended him.

Cyan removed the cigar, his gaze withdrawing from the spot where the boy’s silhouette had vanished. In the dim light, his thoughts were impossible to read.

Rodney heard the dull thud of leather shoes on the marble floor. Only as Cyan stepped into the elevator did a soft chuckle drift back: “What can I do? I’m going to have a nice, long talk with him, of course.”

A little mouse—no, a beautiful golden hamster. It’s much more fun to catch it, release it, and then catch it again.

Rodney, sensing Cyan’s intent, curled his lip and thought to himself: Hypocrite.