The Gloomy Overseas Student Rewards His Hubby With Some Thirst Traps - Chapter 50

Chapter 50

If he held it too tight, it felt like he was being obedient to Sain—cleaning everything up perfectly so as not to soil the blanket.

But if he deliberately relaxed a little, the fluid—a mixture of hot spring water and liquid carrying Sain’s body temperature—would all come rushing out.

Spluck.

As Yu Yanshuang sat up, fueled by anger over Sain’s latest absurd remark, a sudden, ambiguous sound escaped him.

The cloudy liquid surged out instantly. Yu Yanshuang’s face turned scarlet, and he froze mid-sit-up, his body paralyzed with embarrassment.

“Baby, you actually have a little bit of abs,” Sain said, rising and reaching out a long arm. He pressed his hand against Yu Yanshuang’s thin back, pushing him down onto his lap.

Yu Yanshuang slumped in defeat, burying his face in the thick, soft wool blanket, his ears burning as if they were about to catch fire.

“Sain! What are you doing?!” Yu Yanshuang scrambled to get up like a startled bird.

“I’m checking to see if you’re swollen,” Sain said, holding him down firmly to take a careful look.

Spluck, spluck.

Because of Yu Yanshuang’s struggling, more fluid poured out in large gulps, making loud, wet noises. He instantly went still, not daring to move an inch. The spot on the blanket he had just wiped dry became wet and sticky once again.

Sain’s eyes darkened. He had worried he might have hurt Yu Yanshuang in his earlier loss of control, but he found only a slight redness from over-use. It seemed there was no real damage.

He picked the boy up properly, letting Yu Yanshuang lie on top of him, and proposed: “Yu, just now was punishment for leaking that news. We haven’t settled the score for your attempt to run away yet.”

Sain tentatively prepared to use the lingering slickness to “punish” Yu Yanshuang again.

“Sain! Wait! I… the doctor said I need to practice restraint!” Yu Yanshuang gripped Sain’s arm, realizing his fingers couldn’t even meet around Sain’s thick forearm.

The muscles in the arm shifted under his palm like something alive. Sain was so strong that Yu Yanshuang couldn’t even slow him down, let alone stop him. Instead, his slender, translucent pink nails gripped the arm helplessly as Sain moved.

Yu Yanshuang whimpered, burying himself in Sain’s chest, his voice weakening: “Sain, Sain…”

Sain loved it when Yu Yanshuang called his name unconsciously like this. He flipped over, pinning the boy down and kneeling over him, grabbing his ankles to fold him into a terrifyingly flexible position.

Sain’s grey eyes remained fixed on him, burning with intensity. Yu Yanshuang instinctively turned his head to avoid the gaze, only to see the lingering traces of cloudy water on his own ankles. He turned his head the other way to avoid the embarrassment, only to see the same marks there.

It felt as if he could smell Sain’s scent everywhere.

“…”

Yu Yanshuang closed his eyes and tilted his chin up, revealing a slender neck and a trembling Adam’s apple. Sain leaned down, his eight-pack abs pressing against Yu’s soft stomach, and leaned in to bite Yu Yanshuang’s Adam’s apple.

Having just been through it, there was almost no resistance. Sain nibbled at the lump in his throat as if he wanted to swallow it whole. In these moments, Sain always did strange things that Yu Yanshuang couldn’t escape.

Sain occupied Yu Yanshuang’s entire attention like a conquering army. The bite on his throat made his whole neck go taut; he was like a kitten caught by the scruff, not daring to move. Only his fluttering eyelashes and a single teardrop hanging at the corner of his eye betrayed his helpless, pitiful state.

Sain was awestruck by Yu Yanshuang’s fragile beauty; he couldn’t bring himself to let go.

Normally, after a release, a man enters a “sage period” where he just wants to be lazy. Furthermore, Yu Yanshuang had just experienced a terrifying, wave-like pleasure. His body hadn’t even fully recovered before he was forced back into a state of chaotic, mindless indulgence.

Without the resistance of the spring water, Sain didn’t hold back his strength at all, moving with fierce, sweeping power. No wonder they say couples “fight at the head of the bed and make up at the foot.”

It was hard for Yu Yanshuang to think about anything else. His focus was entirely on this man who was leading him to explore stranger territories.

Sain’s heavy breathing filled his ears—that unique, thick scent of hormones served as a constant reminder that they were two men, defying social conventions and the expectations of the world.

Outside, the cold wind raged, but the cabin was warm and soft. Body temperatures climbed, and the atmosphere reached a fever pitch.

Sain continued, burying his face in Yu Yanshuang’s neck, his lips against the pulsing vein there, murmuring unconsciously: “I like you so much, little Yu.”

The voice was very light, but he whispered it over and over. Perhaps because he had already adapted once, Yu Yanshuang froze for a moment during a brief lapse in the intensity of the sensation.

He realized that Sain’s ear was pressed against his jaw—and it was burning hot.

Sain… are his ears red? Is he… shy?

The tall, muscular, cold Sain was feeling shy?

Yu Yanshuang wanted to check, but Sain’s short, prickly hair was buried deep in his neck, making it impossible to look down.

A moment later, as he felt Sain losing himself even further, Yu Yanshuang ground his teeth with what little logic he had left: “I don’t… ha… want you to like me anymore.”

Sain’s kind of “liking” was going to be the death of him, Yu Yanshuang thought with a mix of pleasure and despair. It felt as though everything else in the world could be forgotten in this moment.

But Sain was relentless. He stood up on the bed, lifting Yu Yanshuang. Yu’s feet dangled in the air, and the feeling of suspension made him panic and cling tighter to Sain’s neck, sobbing quietly: “Sain, I don’t want you to like me, please…”

He truly felt like he was going to die in this cabin. No one could survive such intense, continuous pleasure forever.

Sain reached down to catch the slipping Yu Yanshuang. His tanned, sun-kissed hand stood in stark contrast to Yu’s porcelain-white skin.

“You aren’t allowed to not want it,” Sain growled, hugging him so tight it felt like he wanted to merge their bloodstreams. “Yu, look, it’s snowing.”

Yu Yanshuang couldn’t even see the snow; he felt like he was about to see the afterlife. Sain leaned in to kiss him—the kiss was so gentle, but the movements below were more violent than ever.

Lost in the peak of pleasure, Yu Yanshuang missed the look on Sain’s face—the man he usually accused of being cold and aloof was now utterly drowned in their shared depravity.

…

This manor was where the grandmother spent most of her time. In fact, she used to invite Sain here for short stays during his holidays. It was perfect for winter—sitting by the fireplace, drinking black tea, and watching the snow on the mountain through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

For the past two days, Yu Yanshuang had spent his evenings like this with the grandmother. Today, however, Sain tried to join them. The grandmother kicked him out, telling him to go hunt a sheep because she wanted roasted lamb leg.

Yu Yanshuang sat in the rocking chair, his mind constantly wandering back to that feeling of losing control. No matter where he was, just seeing Sain made his legs weak and his waist ache, as if that sensation was about to strike again.

At dinner, even though Sain sat there looking perfectly serious, Yu Yanshuang couldn’t even look at him out of the corner of his eye. A mere glimpse of Sain’s arm or leg made him feel like he was back in the afternoon’s absurdity. If Sain stared at a certain spot for too long, Yu Yanshuang would start panicking, wondering if he was plotting to do it right there.

No wonder Sain always wanted to change locations, and no wonder he always looked so cold—and no wonder he was never satisfied. He had been holding back his strength this whole time…

Recalling the “I like you” Sain had whispered when his mind was exploding like white flowers, Yu Yanshuang felt curious. Did Sain like doing this with him, or did he… like him?

Regardless, men always talk nonsense in those moments. Yu Yanshuang snorted, his lips curling downward. He was a man too; he knew that sometimes you get the illusion of intense emotion in bed.

Unknowingly, Yu Yanshuang realized he had lost count of how many times they had kissed or been entwined… It was terrifying. He had grown used to a man’s touch.

He suddenly wondered… maybe Sain’s weakness was simply not being able to have sex with him?

When the grandmother came in with a small cake, she saw Yu Yanshuang lying there like a delicate, lifeless doll, his dark eyes listless. She cursed Sain in her heart. She knew that when Sain had taken Yu earlier, they had both disappeared. Even if she knew where they went, it wasn’t her place to barge in—she knew the nature of the men in the Bath family all too well.

When Sain finally carried him down, several buttons on the beautiful riding outfit she had bought for Yu Yanshuang had been torn off.

Yu Yanshuang had wanted to sleep, but he was woken up to eat something warm. The grandmother had specifically ordered something nutritious… she thought he looked pale and “hollowed out.”

Even though Sain had discovered the plan to send Yu Yanshuang away, the grandmother remained determined. She had to send him back to China to hide from Sain—at least Sain wouldn’t be able to leave the country for a while.

“Yu, don’t worry about Sain stopping you. Since I promised to send you away, I will do it,” she said, patting his hand. His face was warm, despite his cold and distant look. Her hands were dry and warm, a different kind of touch than Sain’s—gentler, more maternal.

Yu Yanshuang hadn’t felt the care of an older woman in a long time. His nose felt stingy with tears. He hated Sain even more for having so much.

Go back to China?

This manor felt like Neverland—riding horses, lounging on the lawn in the winter sun, or following the grandmother around while she gardened. Plus, she was Chinese; speaking Chinese with her made him feel like he wasn’t in a foreign land.

What would I do if I went back? Yu Yanshuang wondered.

Just as he was about to speak, his nose twitched. “Sain! You’re eavesdropping!”

Immediately, those absurd images flashed back into his mind, and his stomach felt as if something was still bumping around inside it.

The grandmother froze. She looked where Yu was pointing but saw no one. A moment later, a tall shadow fell across the corridor. A large figure stepped out of the darkness.

It was Sain.

He was carrying a bleeding white sheep, and the sleeve of his hunting jacket was stained red. He stared at Yu Yanshuang expressionlessly, looking as if he would drag the boy back for another round if he dared mention leaving.

Under that fierce gaze, Yu Yanshuang’s heart trembled. This afternoon had been too intense. He quickly said to the grandmother, “Grandmother, I… I don’t dare to leave anymore.”

The grandmother snapped, “Sain, who are you trying to scare? Take that sheep to the chef. Why are you back so soon?”

Sain didn’t bring the bloody animal into the cozy living room. He stood a few meters away. Hearing Yu Yanshuang’s answer, his expression softened slightly. He looked at Yu for a long moment before turning to take the sheep to the kitchen.

The grandmother sighed. Sain was the strongest and most powerful of the Bath family—he looked even more unstable than Old Bath did during his “crazy” years.

She was curious: “How did you know he was there?”

“That cedar-scented laundry detergent he loves! The smell wafted all the way in!” Yu Yanshuang lifted his chin, looking proud of himself for catching Sain.

The grandmother laughed, surprised. She hadn’t smelled a thing. “What about me, then?”

Yu Yanshuang blinked. “You smell… sweet and warm.”

The grandmother waited expectantly. She liked sweet scents and used a custom orange-blend perfume.

“It smells like oranges,” Yu Yanshuang said, feeling a bit guilty that he hadn’t checked more carefully.

The grandmother watched him sniffing the air and realized something was off. Normally, since Yu spent every day with Sain, he should be used to Sain’s scent and find it harder to distinguish…

“Shuangshuang, I don’t think I’ve ever asked: why do you hate Sain? I mean, if he hadn’t forced you, could you have been friends?”

“Definitely not!” Yu Yanshuang denied it immediately. “He could kill me with one punch, he’s more ‘manly’ than me, and he’s good at everything. It’s so dis-…” he smelled Sain’s scent again and quickly changed his tune, “…pleasing to the heart.”

The grandmother wondered if he was praising him or using Chinese sarcasm. Sain returned then, having washed the blood off and changed into a casual wool sweater.

Without hesitation, he squeezed onto the lounge chair with Yu Yanshuang. Yu glared at him, but he was soon repositioned so that his knees rested on Sain’s lap.

If the grandmother hadn’t been there, Sain would have pulled Yu into his arms to lie down together rather than just sitting on the edge holding his legs. He squeezed Yu’s calf, his hand itching to slide up the wide pant leg to touch bare skin.

Yu Yanshuang noticed and shifted away.

“Sain, you’re too clingy. I need to talk to Shuangshuang properly,” the grandmother said, noticing his movements.

“Grandmother, you lied to me, even though I expected you would,” Sain said, looking up with sad grey eyes.

The grandmother’s heart tightened. She had used the story about the pony… and then used his trust to try and trick him. She felt guilty, as if she were using her previous kindness as leverage. But back then, she truly hadn’t wanted little Sain to be sad.

Yu Yanshuang, who had never heard Sain sound “wronged” before, looked at him curiously. Sain glanced back with a neutral expression.

Grandmother started, “Sain, I’m sorry…”

“Grandmother! Don’t let him fool you! He’s faking it!” Yu Yanshuang declared.

The grandmother paused. She looked at Sain again. He was still looking at her sadly. When he was a child, his lips would straighten and his eyelashes would droop when he was sad, making his cold face look fragile. It was a very subtle look… one she thought only she could see.

But Yu Yanshuang was so certain. The grandmother wavered for a second. Looking at Yu’s confident black eyes, she made a decision. She regained her cold expression. She must be getting old, forgetting how well the Bath men could act.

“Sain, get out. Leave the manor tonight! Otherwise, I won’t be neutral anymore—I’ll side with Old Bath,” she said, feeling as though her one favorite grandson had been playing her for a fool.

Sain’s face went cold. Yu Yanshuang was delighted to see him lose. “Sain, your grandmother believes me! Hmph! Quick, get out!” He nudged Sain’s thigh with his foot.

Sain stared at Yu Yanshuang for a long time and tsked. “See? My Yu is always liked by so many people.”

“Who is yours?!”

Sain let go of his leg, but before releasing him, he gave the pale ankle a lingering rub. Yu Yanshuang felt a chill; those calloused fingers were rough. He pulled back immediately.

“Grandmother, don’t send Yu back to China. I don’t want a repeat of what happened with Ash and Chu. I can leave, but he has to stay with you,” Sain commanded.

Grandmother snapped back, “It’s not your decision; it’s Yu Yanshuang’s. Can you Bath men ever fix your old habit of controlling people?”

Sain remained unmoved. He patted Yu Yanshuang’s head and gave a meaningful smile as the boy looked up at him “obediently.”

Yu Yanshuang watched Sain leave the room. Once he could no longer smell a trace of him, he turned to the grandmother with bright eyes: “Grandmother…” He dragged the word out playfully. “Do you really believe me? You chose me over Sain?”

The grandmother found it funny that her trust was so important, but she was a trendy old lady. “Of course I believe you. Because Chinese people don’t lie to Chinese people.”

…

Listening to his grandmother’s words through his earpiece, Sain chuckled.

He was in the stable, brushing an old horse—the one he had as a child, now aged and grey. Standing next to him was a white-haired, bearded man with an elegant posture.

“Little master, if you had just asked your grandmother to look after Yu Yanshuang, she would have said yes. But now, I must resign.”

“Why? I only asked you to mention Yu Yanshuang more often to her. Even if you hadn’t, she would have liked my little Yu,” Sain said. “We are all fighting for resources now. Stay a little longer.”

Ever since he realized Yu Yanshuang wanted to date him, he had looked for a way to get his grandmother involved so she could protect Yu when he moved to seize power. It had been a misunderstanding on Yu’s part, but Sain was glad he was prepared.

The old butler sighed. “Six months at most. My conscience is uneasy for betraying my mistress, even in a small way.”

“The result is good. My grandmother likes my Yu even more than I expected,” Sain said. “Your conscience is unnecessary.”

The butler watched as Sain led the old horse out. He said nothing more. If advice worked, Old Bath wouldn’t still be desperately seeking a love that was never returned.

Through the earpiece, Sain heard Yu Yanshuang chatting with his grandmother, occasionally hearing the boy’s laughter. Sain’s lips curled up. The best way to bind two people together is to give them a common enemy. Sain didn’t understand “feelings,” but he understood how to manipulate hearts.

He didn’t have much to make Yu Yanshuang like him, but his grandmother was wonderful. Yu Yanshuang would surely like her and want to stay.

Finally, he heard Yu Yanshuang ask shyly through the earpiece: “Grandmother, can I stay here for a while longer?”

The weight in Sain’s heart finally lifted.

Of course, the grandmother would say yes. Even if little Sain had wanted to stay longer back then but hadn’t said a word, she would have offered.

“Grandmother! I like you the most!”

Sain paused. He used the software to clip the last six words of that sentence and saved them.