The Gloomy Overseas Student Rewards His Hubby With Some Thirst Traps - Chapter 9

Chapter 9

“My original proposal still stands; this might be the most advantageous way for you,” Sane said in a low, slow voice, offering Yu Yanshuang a level of patience he had never shown anyone before.

Yu Yanshuang crossed his arms and let out a cold snort. “The price has changed now. Look at my neck! I want to treat you the exact same way!”

“No problem.”

Sane agreed so quickly that Yu Yanshuang looked over in surprise. Sane quickly tried to cover: “I mean, I need to drink a bit more wine. I can’t endure this kind of behavior when I’m sober—if this is what it takes for your anger to dissipate.”

“You wish! Why should I be the only one who has to remember everything clearly?” Yu Yanshuang snapped. “You! Get on the bed!”

Sane took a deep breath, struggling to suppress the restless excitement stirring within him.

As he lay back, he moved swiftly to grab a pillow and place it over his lap, then closed his eyes and turned his head to the side.

Yu Yanshuang frowned. “Why are you doing that?”

“I can’t accept being so close to another man, nor can I stand watching a man come to kiss me!” Because I’m afraid I’ll scare you, he thought.

Sane couldn’t calm himself down. For twenty years, he had strictly followed the Christian rules of abstinence. Relieving himself once a day was already his limit. From last night to tonight, he had endured for too long; and now, a person who perfectly fit his aesthetic was in a closed room with him.

They were even playing such an ambiguous game. This was something Sane had never allowed himself to indulge in before.

Yu Yanshuang stood up and approached Sane with excitement. He straddled Sane’s stomach, bracing his hands on either side, just as Sane had done to him—only this time, they were face-to-face.

He slowly leaned down, but just as he neared Sane’s neck, Yu Yanshuang suddenly hesitated. Why was he going to kiss a man?!

But beneath him, Sane’s eyelashes trembled slightly. He was taking deep breaths. Even though Sane was massive—making Yu Yanshuang feel tiny sitting on top of him—Sane looked vulnerable.

Yu Yanshuang’s hands were braced very close to Sane’s palms. Sane was twice his size; no wonder he could pin both of Yu Yanshuang’s wrists with just one hand earlier. Although Sane’s skin was fair, the calluses on his fingertips and the winding blue veins over his bulging muscles screamed power and the physique of a mature man.

Yu Yanshuang pulled the blanket over to cover Sane’s hands. It’s infuriating; it makes my own arms and hands look completely powerless!

Yet, all of this made Yu Yanshuang realize something: he, who looked so weak, had the powerful Sane pinned beneath him! Combined with Sane’s humiliated expression, the thrill made Yu Yanshuang’s scalp tingle with pleasure!

So, there was no need to actually kiss him!

Yu Yanshuang told himself he couldn’t bring himself to hug a man’s neck and start gnawing and kissing.

Click.

Yu Yanshuang decided to just take a photo of this moment to use as blackmail!

However, the photo didn’t look at all like what Yu Yanshuang had imagined—it didn’t look like he was bullying Sane. In the picture, he was leaning toward Sane’s neck like a puppy in heat pouncing into its master’s arms.

Frowning, Yu Yanshuang went to delete it.

Sane, watching Yu Yanshuang’s expression, commanded sharply, “Delete that immediately!”

Yu Yanshuang’s finger paused. He turned to look at Sane, who was scowling back and even trying to sit up to grab the phone.

“You still dare to order me around? I’m not deleting it! You should take a good look at how you were bullied by another man!” Yu Yanshuang held the phone high, staring down at Sane.

A flash of anger appeared on Sane’s handsome face before he turned his head away again, saying coldly, “If you’re going to kiss me, hurry up!”

Yu Yanshuang was momentarily stuck. He asked, “Did you shower?”

“Of course!” Sane replied, his voice actually carrying a hint of grievance. “I thought your teasing was over. I thought you just tricked me into coming to the hotel as a punishment for making me wait. I thought I could finally stop being on edge. I had finished washing up and was ready to sleep when you contacted me again…”

“My methods aren’t that simple!” Yu Yanshuang quickly explained. “You underestimated me!”

He couldn’t let Sane off the hook so easily tonight!

In a fit of heat, Yu Yanshuang leaned down and bit Sane’s Adam’s apple. As the Adam’s apple bobbed, he left a trail of ambiguous wetness on Sane’s neck while trying to catch it. He ground his teeth against the protrusion, biting and chasing it.

After a while, Yu Yanshuang grew curious about Sane’s expression. Was he humiliated? Was it unbearable? Did he feel violated?

Just as Yu Yanshuang lifted his head to look, he was startled to find a large hand firmly gripping his buttock and the sole of his foot.

These were the coldest parts of Yu Yanshuang’s body. The searing heat of the palm and the massive temperature difference made Yu Yanshuang jump; he practically scrambled off Sane’s body.

Looking humiliated, disgusted, and violated himself, Yu Yanshuang glared at Sane: “What are you doing?!”

As he spoke, he noticed that Sane’s ears and the corners of his eyes were flushed a deep red, like a ripe apple. It was strange; it made Sane look… pure. That was a word that should never have applied to him.

“Sorry, I meant to push you away. Your actions made me very uncomfortable. I might have an extreme dislike for this kind of intimacy—it makes my heart race, makes me dizzy, and makes me want to do something violent,” Sane paused, then offered a self-diagnosis: “I think I might be allergic to the same sex.”

Yu Yanshuang furrowed his brows and muttered, “There’s no such thing as an allergy with those symptoms.”

“So, will you let me go now? Can we end this for today?” Sane asked, staring at Yu Yanshuang.

His low, raspy voice made the atmosphere in the room even more sensual.

Yu Yanshuang knew he should say no, but the touch on his backside had made his hair stand on end. He found it difficult to accept being touched there by another man. He couldn’t help but remember that in his fantasies, it was a beautiful girl lying beneath him whom he would kiss gently—not this, acting like a child gnawing on a mature man!

Yu Yanshuang realized he hadn’t really punished Sane much. Instead, he felt… a bit gay.

A wave of delayed annoyance and disgust hit him. He wiped his lips with the back of his hand, making his already rosy lips even more vivid.

Sane stared, his eyes darkening, and said softly, “You’re much better than I imagined. You’re a well-behaved boy; I thought you’d be more excessive. This level, I can endure. I can give you a generous compensation, so let’s stop here, alright?”

“Heh! In your dreams! This is just the beginning!” Yu Yanshuang immediately denied it. “I’m way worse than you think! Way! Worse! I told you, you’ve messed with the wrong person!”

The corners of Sane’s mouth twitched upward slightly. Afraid of being seen, he turned his head toward the window, only to see Yu Yanshuang’s reflection in the floor-to-ceiling glass.

Yu Yanshuang was kneeling on the bed. His silk pajama shirt had been pulled open during their scuffle, revealing two buttons’ worth of skin, his delicate collarbones, and his vulnerable neck—which was covered in the marks Sane had left.

Sane couldn’t restrain himself; his gaze became bold and predatory, wandering over Yu Yanshuang’s slender frame. Finally, it settled on Yu Yanshuang’s face, which possessed such distinct Chinese beauty.

His hair had grown much longer since the start of the semester—perhaps because he didn’t have money for a haircut. Strays fell over his eyelashes, making him look particularly melancholic and fragile whenever he looked down in silence. But the hair near his neck flipped up slightly from being pressed against the bed, making him look playful and cute when he looked over with those moist, dark eyes.

It was this blend of contradictory vibes that made him so captivating.

Sane spoke in a low voice: “Then what else do you want to do to me? Don’t go too far!”

Yu Yanshuang didn’t notice he was being watched. Instead, he was stumped by Sane’s question. What else should I do… what else can I do to keep humiliating him?

His mind went completely blank. He stammered, “You… you just wait!”

Yu Yanshuang scrambled off the bed. He couldn’t take it anymore. He dashed into the bathroom and started brushing his teeth, then scrubbed his lips vigorously. Feeling that wasn’t enough, he bent over the sink and splashed his face with water for a long time.

A large patch of his collar got soaked. He looked down at his feet—they weren’t small, so how could they have been completely engulfed by that man’s palm? Standing on the cold marble floor, the sensation of that heat seemed impossible to wash away.

So, he grabbed the showerhead and sprayed his feet roughly, as if he could wash away that lingering, wrapping sensation.

After a while, finally feeling “clean,” Yu Yanshuang sat on the toilet. With a grim expression, he took out his phone and started searching: What are homophobic straight men most afraid of?