The Gloomy Overseas Student Rewards His Hubby With Some Thirst Traps - Chapter 8

Chapter 8: The Negotiator and the Hunter

I want to see you cry, I want to see you mourn, I want to see you break down just like I did when I fell to the bottom!

His mind was screaming, but Yu Yanshuang couldn’t utter a single word.

He actually heard Cyan asking someone… so patiently. It wasn’t exactly a plea, but it was light-years away from his usual high-and-mighty “Get away from me,” “I’m busy,” or “Shut up.”

In reality, Cyan wasn’t exactly approachable, yet everyone’s impression of him was that he was a gentle, polite gentleman—”Oh heavens, he’s just so helpful!” and other high-minded praises. This was a man who told people to get lost on a whim, but because the world is more forgiving to those at the top, they assumed his personality could have been much worse. As long as Cyan was just a little bit nice, he received a standing ovation.

Yu Yanshuang understood this better than anyone. When he had money, his arrogance was “charming.” Now that he was broke, his arrogance was just the “useless pride of a desperate man.”

He clenched his fists and walked forward slowly. “I want money,” he said first.

Cyan’s Adam’s apple bobbed. He had been in the dark for a long time; his eyes had long since adjusted, and he could see every micro-movement Yu Yanshuang made. It was rare for a boy to appear who satisfied his every desire; when he entered the hotel, he had almost sworn to take things all the way.

Cyan’s devout Christian parents held the archaic belief that one’s “first time” should be saved for marriage. Cyan didn’t care for the sentiment, but he hadn’t planned on breaking the rule yet. Now, however, he decided the rule could go to hell.

But first, he had to coax the boy in. This “little tail” was clearly terrified—Cyan recalled the look of disgust on the boy’s face when he saw Rodney touching Garcia the other day, and the smile at the corner of his mouth grew more predatory.

“Is $100,000 enough to buy those… photos?” Cyan used a deliberately repulsed tone to mention the pictures.

Cyan’s tone filled Yu Yanshuang with secret joy. He knew it! Cyan really did hate those intimate photos.

“Are you trying to get me arrested with a number like that?” Yu Yanshuang stopped about a meter away from Cyan. He felt safe at this distance. He hadn’t quite figured out how to accept the money legally—he wanted the cash, but he didn’t want a prison cell.

Cyan took the initiative. “We can sign a sponsorship contract. Everything I pay you will be categorized as a ‘gift,’ and everything we do today will be ‘roleplay.’ What do you think?”

Yu Yanshuang’s mouth hung open. Again, he felt that weird sensation: Cyan was being… too helpful.

“As long as you don’t leak the photos,” Cyan’s voice was very low. “Do you have any idea how ruined I’d be if those got out?”

Yu Yanshuang’s eyes widened. “Why? Would your parents kick you out of the family?”

Cyan watched impassively as Yu Yanshuang instinctively took a step closer. He lowered his voice even further. “Of course not. They would…”

Yu Yanshuang couldn’t hear clearly and took another step. “Speak louder—”

Suddenly, the sharp scent of whiskey hit him. Yu Yanshuang realized the danger too late!

The next second: “Ah! Let go of me!”

Yu Yanshuang was pinned onto the soft edge of the bed. His hands were forced behind his back and held at his waist. A hot palm was nailed to his spine, and a heavy thigh pinned his legs down.

A textbook grappling hold.

Controlled effortlessly by Cyan, Yu Yanshuang couldn’t budge. He could only shout for the man to release him.

Cyan let out a soft chuckle from his throat. “Now, let’s have a real talk.”

In the darkness, the two wrestled silently. Yu Yanshuang fell into a stubborn silence. Cyan waited patiently for him to beg for mercy.

Yu Yanshuang bit his lower lip hard, feeling incredibly humiliated! Just moments ago, he thought he had Cyan under his thumb; now, as a grown man, he was being dominated by another man whose strength he couldn’t even budge.

The whole plan was ruined! The more he thought about it, the more aggrieved and ashamed he felt. He had held the upper hand for less than a day before falling into this pathetic state. What would Cyan do to him? Delete the photos and send him to the police?

He began to hate the world, hate the Yu family for dumping him in America, and hate his own weakness. Three months of pent-up misery finally broke, and Yu Yanshuang let out a stifled sob.

Suddenly, the pressure vanished. He was gently flipped over.

Click.

The bedside lamp flickered on. Cyan stared down at him. Yu Yanshuang’s eyes were wet; his dark eyes looked stunning when he cried—misty, with tears clinging to his lashes.

Cyan’s gaze slid to the boy’s slender wrists. They were already marked with red. He had barely used any force; the boy was far too delicate. Recalling the thinness of the spine he had just felt—as if a firm press would shatter it—a wave of pity rose in Cyan’s heart.

Just as he was about to offer comfort, Yu Yanshuang squeezed his eyes shut and spoke first: “You’ve crossed me! There’s nothing to talk about! I have those photos backed up! As soon as I get out of the police station, I’m exposing everything!”

He quickly switched to Chinese: “I hate you, I hate you so much! This is so embarrassing! I’m going to make your life a living hell! Don’t you know we have a saying in China: ‘Do not look down on a youth just because he is poor’!”

He had completely given up. His face had been seen. Cyan clearly wasn’t as blacked-out as he was yesterday and looked ready to control him. There was nothing to talk about! Let’s just destroy everything together!

Yu Yanshuang turned his head away in shame, tears rolling down his long lashes to dampen the plush duvet. He had no idea how provocative he looked right now, or how easily his current state could spark a desire for “cruelty” in a predator like Cyan.

Cyan murmured under his breath: “Ich will dich richtig brutal ficken.” (I want to fuck you so brutally.)

Yu Yanshuang opened his eyes. “What the hell are you babbling about?”

But he finally saw Cyan’s face. It wasn’t the arrogant look he expected. It was something else. Yu Yanshuang swallowed, his bravado weakening. Cyan was looking at him like… a delicacy? He didn’t understand the raw desire in those gray eyes, but his survival instinct told him to stop snapping. He said dryly, “Are you… are you scared yet?”

Cyan let go, sat back on the sofa, pulled out his shirt tails, and unbuttoned two more buttons. He casually unstrapped his Patek Philippe and tossed it onto the table with a sharp clack.

Watching the multi-million dollar watch get tossed like that made Yu Yanshuang’s heart ache—it looked like a $10,000 scratch waiting to happen. But Cyan’s relaxed, self-assured manner wasn’t what Yu Yanshuang wanted.

He scrambled off the bed. His slippers had been kicked off during the struggle, so he spent a long time searching for them with his pale, bare feet. When he looked up, he saw Cyan staring intently at his feet. Yu Yanshuang quickly hid them inside his shoes.

Cyan looked up. “I’m sorry. I waited too long and lost my patience. My attitude was a bit crude, and I apologize. Please, don’t leak the photos.”

He looked at Yu Yanshuang, realizing this little guy couldn’t handle being frightened. He had to be more patient—more patient than he had been with any prey he had ever hunted—to lead him willingly into the trap.

Yu Yanshuang stared at him suspiciously. This submissive attitude was what he had expected, but why did it only come after he had been physically suppressed? It was too weird. And he wasn’t that stupid!

But Cyan’s tone was something he had never heard before: low, humble, almost desperate. He studied Cyan’s expression; the man had his head tilted, his long lashes cast down, looking genuinely melancholy and embarrassed. Cyan stole a quick glance at him and then looked away.

Yu Yanshuang rubbed his chin and happened to see his own reflection in the window—specifically, the marks on his neck.

He understood! He understood everything!

Yu Yanshuang sneered. “Look closely! These marks on my neck are from you! Do you feel embarrassed now? Didn’t realize you were such a pervert when you’re drunk, did you?”

Cyan pressed a fist to his mouth, struggling with everything he had to suppress a laugh. He said softly, “I couldn’t have done that. You’re a man!”

Seeing Cyan’s “humiliation,” Yu Yanshuang’s courage surged. He leaned in close to Cyan and said maliciously, “You did it all. There are even marks on my ear! You’re despicable!”

“Hmph! You! Cyan Bas! You were hugging a man and biting him!”

Cyan looked away, not daring to look further. If he looked any longer, he wouldn’t be able to resist pulling the boy back into his arms to “bite” him for real.

This reaction confirmed everything for Yu Yanshuang: Cyan really couldn’t handle the shame of his own actions! He couldn’t even look at the “evidence”!

Yu Yanshuang commanded, “Stand up! Give me your seat!”

Currently, he felt like a student standing before a teacher. He wanted the roles reversed.

Cyan’s body stiffened. He certainly couldn’t stand up. If he did, the physical evidence of his “excitement” would be plain to see, and this timid yet arrogant little guy would definitely run away in fear. Besides, watching the boy act so high and mighty with those sparkling features was much more fun than just pinning him down.

Cyan also truly couldn’t expose his preference for men. If his parents knew, they would force him to father a child immediately to secure the next heir. He didn’t want that. Not at all.

This person in front of him seemed tailor-made for his needs—satisfying his desires while perfectly ensuring his secret stayed safe.

Cyan stood up, and before Yu Yanshuang could react, he pressed the boy down into the sofa and quickly sat on the edge of the bed, resting his elbows on his knees to hide his “predatory” state.

Yu Yanshuang gave him another odd look but didn’t overthink it. He leaned back arrogantly, draped his arms over the back of the sofa, and crossed his legs, his pale ankles swinging back and forth.

He tilted his chin up, a smirk playing on his lips. “Now, let’s have a real talk!”