The Gloomy Overseas Student Rewards His Hubby With Some Thirst Traps - Chapter 7

Chapter 7: The Predator’s Patience

Yu Yanshuang spent an entire class researching how to hide his personal information while booking a hotel. Since he had already come this far, there was no turning back.

Actually, he could have turned back, but the thought of having Cyan Bas in the palm of his hand made him so high with excitement that he was completely immersed in planning how to safely toy with him. Stopping never even crossed his mind.

He even wondered if he could kill two birds with one stone by framing his second most-hated person. He pulled up a photo of a passport on his phone.

It was his brother’s passport. He had taken the photo in secret. Before the family found out he wasn’t their biological son, his brother had treated him exceptionally well. Afterward? His brother was the first to agree to ship him off to Chicago, the one who watched him apply for the visa, and the villain who personally supervised his enrollment!

I’ll use this passport photo to check in and see if it works!

Soon, Yu Yanshuang received a text from Garcia: [You’re way too good at this. According to the rules, I’m transferring you $2,500.]

He replied: [Hmph, framing people is my specialty! Also, we’re doing a 50/50 split! Don’t play dumb!]

He needed this money to pay for the hotel room, and he planned to make Cyan pay him back for every cent of the booking fee later.

Garcia stared at the text in silence for a while. A straight man was a straight man; a casual lie from Yu Yanshuang had Rodney so rattled he had no interest in actually hanging out with Garcia. But business was business—how did Yu Yanshuang know Rodney would pay double?

Garcia replied: [The other half is the money Rodney gave me to buy myself a cup!]

Yu Yanshuang sneered: [If that’s how you’re going to be, we aren’t partners anymore. My cup was real!]

After a long pause, Garcia transferred another $3,000 with a note: [Fine. But your father’s memento was taken by Rodney. Sorry, I thought it was a fake, so I let him take it.]

Yu Yanshuang thought Garcia was being bizarre. Even if the cup were a real heirloom, Garcia had no obligation to guard it. However, by “real,” Yu Yanshuang meant it was an authentic brand-name item, not a knockoff. It was a gift from his “brother,” and Yu Yanshuang had wanted to get rid of it for ages.

After class, Yu Yanshuang took an Uber to a luxury hotel and booked two adjacent rooms. Once inside the first room, he sent the room number to Cyan and told him to arrive at 8:00 PM. Then, he slipped into the second room.

He assumed Cyan would procrastinate. Who would want to see a man they were forced to take scandalous photos with any sooner than necessary?

Yu Yanshuang planned to keep watch through the peephole before 8:00 PM to see if Cyan brought backup. He took a hot shower and lay down on the bed, savoring the luxury of a soft mattress and a quiet environment. Just as he was about to drift off, his phone buzzed.

It was from Cyan: [I’m here. Can we talk?]

Yu Yanshuang looked at the clock. It was only 4:00 PM. He fell into a deep silence.

…

Yu Yanshuang, of course, made Cyan wait. He was exhausted, and sinking into the soft bed, he fell asleep almost instantly.

When he finally woke up, he felt more refreshed than he had in months. He checked his phone. It was 2:00 AM!

Surprisingly, Cyan hadn’t sent a single message since the last one. The silence made Yu Yanshuang a little nervous. He started typing an explanation, then realized: Why am I explaining anything to him?

He immediately changed his tone to an order: [Now, record a video of yourself drinking whiskey for the camera. Drink at least half the bottle.]

He didn’t know Cyan’s limit, but this was his own. He figured Cyan wouldn’t be much better; he’d seen Cyan drink before and he seemed quite reserved. Plus, if Cyan were drunk, Yu Yanshuang would be less afraid.

However, he soon realized he might have made a mistake. Cyan hadn’t left, and he sent a video back almost instantly.

In the video, Cyan was sitting on the edge of the bed. His black shirt was unbuttoned at the top, and his muscular thighs were outlined by the fabric of his perfectly tailored suit pants. He picked up the entire bottle of whiskey, his cold gray eyes staring directly into the lens, as if pinning Yu Yanshuang through the screen.

When Cyan didn’t smile, his sharp, deep features radiated an overwhelming sense of pressure. As his Adam’s apple bobbed with every swallow, Yu Yanshuang felt a chill, as if the man were drinking his blood instead of alcohol.

Yu Yanshuang set the phone down, his heart racing. Was he taking this too far? He glanced at the wall, realizing that if it weren’t for the partition, Cyan would be facing him right now. It felt as if the man could pounce through the wall and beat him at any second.

He stood up and faced away from the wall. The phone buzzed again—another video. To ease Yu Yanshuang’s concerns, Cyan panned the camera around the entire room to show he had come alone.

Another message: [Talk? Before my patience runs out.]

“Ha!” Yu Yanshuang let out a cold laugh. It seemed Cyan’s Achilles’ heel really was his reputation. He couldn’t risk even a fake scandal, or why else would he wait this long and not even bring a friend?

He snorted. Despite the situation, the guy still used such a high-and-mighty tone. The desire to see Cyan bow his head overcame his fear. He threw on his shoes and headed next door.

The door was unlocked?

Yu Yanshuang realized Cyan had thought of everything, even realizing he wouldn’t have a key. He pushed the door open to find the room in total darkness.

He blinked. In the dark, I don’t have to worry about him seeing my face. He hadn’t even thought of that himself, and for a moment, he found Cyan’s “thoughtfulness” a bit eerie. Did Cyan just not care what he looked like? Or was he so repulsed by the idea of intimacy with a man that he didn’t want to see him at all?

He preferred the latter theory. It made him look forward to the night even more.

Of course, neither was true. Cyan was simply worried that his lack of patience, combined with half a bottle of whiskey and a cocktail of alcohol and rage, would make his “unmasked” expression scare away his prey. In the dark, the prey would stay relaxed.

By the third day of the semester, Cyan had noticed a “little tail” following him. The tail thought he was hiding well, but whenever Cyan turned around, the tail would duck behind a corner, leaving half a backpack sticking out. In a crowd, only this tail’s gaze was more intense than anyone else’s. Cyan had even caught him in the football locker room shower area, standing in front of a mirror comparing his own muscles to Cyan’s.

At first, Cyan thought the boy had a crush, but then he found the tail was trying to smear him. Until last night…

Originally, Cyan just wanted to play a prank back, but the game was getting much more interesting. He wanted to see how far it could go.

…

The door creaked open, letting the dim yellow light from the hallway pierce the darkness.

Yu Yanshuang’s heart leaped. Cyan was sitting in a chair in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. Unlike the drunken lethargy from before, he was leaning forward, elbows resting on his spread thighs. Behind him were the glittering skyscrapers of Chicago.

In the shadows, Cyan’s large frame looked like a crouching beast, ready to snap a neck.

Yu Yanshuang instinctively wanted to take a step back and shut the door.

“Come in.”

Cyan’s deep voice made Yu Yanshuang so nervous that he entered and shut the door in one fluid, panicky motion. The room was plunged into darkness. It was so quiet they could hear each other’s breathing.

Yu Yanshuang froze. His bravado vanished; the massive gap in their size was a reminder that if Cyan lost his temper, he could easily handle him alone.

“What do you want?” Cyan asked slowly.