Pretending to Be an Alpha in an All-Alpha Boy Band - Chapter 100
Chapter 100: Hybrid
“Can’t I touch?” Bo Jin’s voice was low and husky, tinged with playful provocation.
“It’s not that you can’t touch…”
Thankfully, Yuan Shiyuan intervened just in time, or he would have surely lost control and blurted something out. Warmth radiated from Bo Jin’s large hand resting on his thigh.
He shifted uneasily, pressing his legs together. “You… you should touch somewhere else.”
So generous.
Bo Jin deliberately slowed his speech, feigning curiosity. “Why somewhere else? Is this spot off-limits?”
Yuan Shiyuan couldn’t possibly reveal the unspeakable secret hidden beneath his skirt. He pressed down on the Alpha’s hand warily. “No reason.”
“Alright then,” Bo Jin replied, his tone surprisingly compliant, as if convinced.
But the moment Yuan Shiyuan released his grip, Bo Jin’s hand suddenly moved further inward. Yuan Shiyuan didn’t have time to react, forced to watch helplessly as the skirt’s hem lifted slightly, revealing…
The Alpha’s fingers hooked under the edge of the lining and tugged it down slightly.
This seemingly casual movement inadvertently exposed Yuan Shiyuan’s faintly warm gland beneath.
Bo Jin withdrew his hand nonchalantly, as if his almost invasive gesture had been merely straightening things. “Are you going to wash up first, or should I?”
“I’ll go first.”
Yuan Shiyuan yawned lazily, his cheek tilting as he rubbed against the Alpha’s shoulder. His voice, thick with sleepiness, murmured, “I’m a little sleepy.”
Perhaps it was the suite’s excessive warmth, but he felt hot again. This time, the heat wasn’t in his gland, but deep within his lower abdomen—a familiar, subtle warmth accompanied by a faint pang of hunger.
Yuan Shiyuan pondered this. Pei Yanbing had just fed him chilled pheromones…
Could he really be this greedy, wanting both the ice and the fire, trying to create some kind of frozen inferno?
Maybe he’s just hungry?
Yet more than hunger, Yuan Shiyuan longed to finish his bath and go to bed.
He nuzzled against Bo Jin for a moment before Bo Jin carried him to the restroom and ran the hot water. Only then did Yuan Shiyuan leisurely unfasten his clasp and sink into the water, relaxing into the warm bath.
“I’m done bathing. Wait a minute—”
Yuan Shiyuan had barely thrown on his bathrobe and shuffled out in slippers when Bo Jin swiftly entered the restroom.
“The water’s still running…” Yuan Shiyuan knocked on the door, reminding him, “If you want to take a bath, remember to drain it first.”
The bathtub was huge, and the water he’d just used clearly hadn’t drained completely.
Bo Jin’s slightly hoarse voice drifted through the steam, muffled by the sound of water: “It’s fine. I’ll just use your water. There’s plenty left.”
“Don’t waste it.”
Yuan Shiyuan felt suspicious. Bo Jin, the Alpha who spends money like water, is suddenly being frugal enough to share bathwater with his roommate?
Still, if Bo Jin wanted to save water, Yuan Shiyuan had no reason to object.
After all, he hadn’t done anything improper in the tub, and he hadn’t exercised or sweated much that day. His bathwater was perfectly clean.
Soaking in the bath had cleared Yuan Shiyuan’s head considerably. He casually scrolled through his phone when a notification popped up from a short video platform, reminding him he hadn’t logged in for ages.
Only then did he remember the account he’d created out of boredom.
Yuan Shiyuan had never been fond of self-promotion. Back when he worked part-time at the music bar, he only updated the account frequently to help his boss with marketing. Now that his work was busier, he had even less time to log in and update.
When he finally checked the account, he was surprised to find his follower count had unexpectedly surged by a hundred thousand, likely thanks to some dedicated fans spreading the word.
The notification badges for “new messages” and “DMs” displayed “999+.” Yuan Shiyuan casually clicked into the comments section and happened to see a fan urging him to update, while also expressing concern that his prolonged absence might mean something had happened to him in real life.
After a moment’s thought, he earnestly typed: No mishaps here. Life’s good, thanks for checking in. But due to work stuff, I won’t be updating this account anymore.
He added a [Kissing Face] emoji.
The comments section instantly exploded. He didn’t bother checking it further, instead updating his profile to read: This account is retired, but won’t be deleted. Thanks for the memories. [Kissing Face.jpg]
Since signing with Scepter, many creative fragments couldn’t be shared freely. Yet he couldn’t bring himself to delete the account.
Whether happy or down, Yuan Shiyuan’s mind always brimmed with ideas. He loved recording his fleeting thoughts. Sometimes just a snippet of melody or a scribbled score, these spontaneous posts had unexpectedly earned him a dedicated following. He treasured that connection.
Just as he exited the app, a knock came at the door: “Room service.”
Yuan Shiyuan adjusted his slightly loose belt and, playing it safe, put on a mask.
Outside, a staff member wheeled in a cart topped with an extravagant bouquet of vibrant pink roses.
Yuan Shiyuan stared in silence. “Did you deliver these to the wrong room?”
Roses? For us?
Bo Jin and I are here to sleep together, not… you know. Do we really need this romantic ambiance?
“There’s no mistake. Mr. Bo ordered this,” the waiter said with a polite smile. “Would you mind letting us in? We just need to do a quick setup.”
“It won’t take long. We won’t disturb your rest.”
Yuan Shiyuan then noticed four or five staff members following behind, guarding the items on the trolley.
He caught a whiff of food, assuming Bo Jin had ordered late-night snacks, and didn’t give it much thought. He stepped aside to let them in. “Go ahead.”
“Need any help?”
“No, no! Thank you.”
Yuan Shiyuan tried to lend a hand, but they politely declined.
Resting on the sofa felt awkward, so he waited by the restroom door while Bo Jin showered. Time slipped away unnoticed as he idly played on his phone.
The staff wheeled the trolley out, and Bo Jin emerged from the shower, wearing the same bathrobe as Yuan Shiyuan.
Amidst the damp, steamy air, he approached Yuan Shiyuan.
“Been waiting here all this time?”
Bo Jin casually wrapped an arm around Yuan Shiyuan’s waist, his palm pressing against the curve of his side. He leaned down to sniff, confirming they both smelled of the same shower gel—the distinct omega scent.
This realization sparked a secret joy in his heart. Seeing Yuan Shiyuan nod, Bo Jin gently stroked his waist with his fingertips. “So obedient,” he murmured.
“Someone came earlier and delivered a huge bouquet of roses,” Yuan Shiyuan said, gesturing toward the elaborate arrangement in the living room. He spread his arms wide. “How many must there be? Nine hundred ninety-nine?”
The two walked to the living room and saw the bouquet displayed before the circular floor-to-ceiling window. In the center of the pink roses, a circular “○” pattern had been formed with deeper red roses.
“Don’t you like roses?” Bo Jin asked, looking down at him. “I’ll get something different next time.”
Is it the type of flower?
What kind of buddy sends a car, a watch, and flowers? And roses, no less!
If Yuan Shiyuan hadn’t known for a fact that Bo Jin was a certified straight Alpha, he would have sworn he was being flirted with.
Just as this thought crossed his mind, Yuan Shiyuan turned his head and, looking past the roses on the floor, noticed a meticulously arranged candlelit dinner on the other side of the room.
A long table was draped with a white tablecloth, meticulously arranged silver cutlery, flickering candlelight, and a bottle of chilled foreign liquor nestled in an ice bucket.
Yuan Shiyuan’s pupils dilated as he tilted his head back in the Alpha’s arms, their eyes locking.
Those deep, fathomless eyes reflected the flickering candlelight.
“Bro, what’s with all the cheesy stuff this late at night?” Yuan Shiyuan’s sleepiness was half-banished, startled by the elaborate setup. “What are you up to?”
The staff had arranged two seats facing each other, but Bo Jin simply pulled Yuan Shiyuan onto his lap, settling them both in the same chair.
He speared a chilled slice of pink pineapple with his fork and fed it to Yuan Shiyuan, his tone casual. “What do you think I’m up to?”
Yuan Shiyuan took the pineapple from his hand, the sweet-tart juice spreading across his palate. Chewing, he joked vaguely, “You’re not trying to… you know… do me, are you?”
“Then…” Bo Jin lowered his voice, his thin lips brushing against Yuan Shiyuan’s ear, “what are you going to let me do?”
“Okay, okay, you can do whatever you want.”
Seeing Bo Jin’s expression and the elaborate setup, Yuan Shiyuan finally understood.
Bo Jin was trying to cut corners and secretly improve, planning to use this opportunity to practice intimate scenes with him on the sly.
Having figured it out, Yuan Shiyuan relaxed considerably, slumping into Bo Jin’s arms. “Easy there, Big Brother,” he murmured.
This casual remark made Bo Jin tense up slightly.
Sensing the Alpha’s stiffness, Yuan Shiyuan realized he’d spoken too quickly, his joke crossing the line. He quickly backtracked. “Just kidding!”
“Mm-hmm,” Bo Jin replied. Noticing Yuan Shiyuan’s fondness for pineapple, he fed him another piece, casually pressing, “Why ‘easy’?”
Yuan Shiyuan found the conversation’s direction a bit strange but answered honestly, “I’m scared of pain.”
“Besides, aren’t you a hybrid? Aren’t hybrids supposed to be… uh…” He hesitated, feeling it rude to discuss his friend’s younger brother like this, but under Bo Jin’s intense, inquisitive gaze, he finished, “…big?”
Bo Jin hadn’t expected that reason.
“Not bad,” he said modestly, then added with restrained pride, “Want to see?”
“No way!” Yuan Shiyuan rejected the offer instantly. “What’s the point? I have everything you have, and mine looks way better anyway.”
Bo Jin was silent for two seconds before finally saying, “…Alright.”
He continued feeding Yuan Shiyuan, his gaze drawn to the tips of Yuan Shiyuan’s reddened ears and his unguarded, languid posture. Memories of their earlier, risqué banter flashed through his mind…
He exhaled slowly, reassuring himself that this was normal—straight alphas were all like this.
As night deepened, the candlelight on the table by the floor-to-ceiling windows mingled with the city’s nocturnal panorama.
Casually, Bo Jin remarked, “Want to have a drink?”
“Sure,” Yuan Shiyuan replied, pointing to a bottle of golden liquor. “Let’s have this one.”
It’s the prettiest bottle.
Bo Jin deftly opened the bottle and poured Yuan Shiyuan only a small amount, carefully mixing it with chilled fruit juice.
To his surprise, Yuan Shiyuan boldly drained the glass in one gulp, then pushed the empty glass toward Bo Jin, silently urging him for a second round with his eyes.
Romantic roses adorned the table before the curved floor-to-ceiling windows. Candlelight flickered, the liquor sloshed gently in its glass bottle, and the air hung heavy with the sweet, fruity aroma and a hint of alcohol…
Under the carefully crafted, ambiguous atmosphere Bo Jin had prepared, Yuan Shiyuan’s eyelids finally began to droop slowly, a hazy drowsiness settling over him.
After three glasses of wine, Yuan Shiyuan’s face flushed a seductive crimson, his breathing quickening.
He had clearly overestimated his tolerance. In the past, he and his friends could drink beer “by the thousand” without showing signs of intoxication. But this was his first time trying foreign liquor, and even diluted with fruit juice, its aftereffects far surpassed his expectations.
Yuan Shiyuan nuzzled Bo Jin’s neck, his warm breath mingling with the heat radiating from his flushed skin, all against Bo Jin’s ear and throat.
“Big Brother, you’re so warm…” he murmured vaguely, his long, unruly eyelashes fluttering wildly. “I’m so sleepy…”
It finally dawned on Bo Jin: Yuan Shiyuan was drunk!
He fell silent again, watching as Yuan Shiyuan settled comfortably in his arms, as if preparing to drift off. Finally, unable to restrain himself any longer, he asked, “Don’t you feel anything?”
They were both wearing only thin bathrobes, and with Yuan Shiyuan practically draped across him, the distance between them was so close that even the slightest change couldn’t go unnoticed.
Bo Jin’s pheromones flooded the air, his body temperature rising steadily. He assumed the change was obvious, but Yuan Shiyuan remained utterly unfazed, even yawning languidly.
“What’s the big deal? I just responded,” Yuan Shiyuan murmured, inhaling the ash-like pheromones. A warm flush spread through him.
He leaned closer, nuzzling his face against the Alpha’s chest. “We’re both Alphas. I understand.”
“You understand again?” Bo Jin retorted.
“What’s the big deal?” Yuan Shiyuan shrugged. Having experienced such sudden situations countless times before, he’d been topped by nearly every member of his five-person group.
Just two good bros getting hyped and greeting a buddy’s underling. What’s the fuss? I’m used to it.
More than Xiao Xue’s predicament, Yuan Shiyuan felt dizzy and flushed. Perhaps the lingering effects of the foreign liquor were amplifying his craving.
Pei Yanbing had given him a temporary mark moments ago. Though it had been erased, the lingering chill of those icy pheromones lingered. Bo Jin’s pheromones, by contrast, were searingly hot, stirring an inexplicable desire within him…
Under the influence of alcohol, Yuan Shiyuan’s glands and lower abdomen grew warm. He maintained his position, perched sideways on Bo Jin’s lap, and, under the Alpha’s gaze, unconsciously pressed his knees together, rubbing them gently.
This movement caused his already loose bathrobe to slip even further open.
In the dim light, his snow-white, slender legs shimmered with a delicate sheen, the skin near his thighs flushed with a faint pink blush.
Whether it was Bo Jin’s imagination or not, this patch of skin seemed particularly thin, tender, and fragile.
An extremely faint, almost imperceptible sweet scent emanated from Yuan Shiyuan, its tendrils coiling around Bo Jin’s restless nerves.
“Brother Mingxi…” Yuan Shiyuan murmured, squeezing his thighs together forcefully, his gaze slightly unfocused as he nuzzled softly against the Alpha’s neck. “I think I want it again…”
The heat that had been surging through Bo Jin’s veins instantly cooled. He frowned deeply, his gaze fixed on Yuan Shiyuan’s drunken face pressed against his neck.
He gripped Yuan Shiyuan’s cheeks, forcing those hazy, drunken eyes to meet his own.
“What did you call me?”
Yuan Shiyuan froze for a moment.
Fortunately, Yuan Shiyuan hadn’t drunk too much, and his mind was still relatively clear. Realizing he’d called out the wrong name, he proactively reached up to hook his arm around Bo Jin’s neck and nuzzled his cheek against the Alpha’s face.
The intimate gesture instantly soothed the Alpha’s simmering rage.
Fully aware of the truth, Bo Jin asked in a low voice, “Has Ying Mingxi hugged you like this before?”
“Mmm…”
“What exactly did you two do? I want the details.”
What’s the difference between this and describing the details of an action movie? How could Yuan Shiyuan possibly confess honestly? He casually replied, “Just kissed a bit. Practiced for a kissing scene.”
“Really?” Bo Jin didn’t believe him. Yuan Shiyuan’s earlier intimate and clingy tone, coupled with that remark, suggested something far more than just a kissing scene.
But Bo Jin wasn’t foolish enough to press further, knowing Yuan Shiyuan wouldn’t reveal the truth. Instead, he continued along this line of questioning: “So, you want to kiss now?”
“Kiss me?”
Yuan Shiyuan glanced up at him. “Sure.”
For Yuan Shiyuan, kissing was no different from drinking water or eating a meal—so simple it held no challenge.
After Yuan Shiyuan’s casual agreement, Bo Jin froze in place, remaining silent for several seconds as if rooted to the spot.
Yuan Shiyuan yawned lazily. When the Alpha still hadn’t moved, he leaned his head against the Alpha’s shoulder, ready to drift off to sleep.
At that moment, the Alpha gripped Yuan Shiyuan’s chin, tilting his face up. The flickering candlelight between them illuminated Yuan Shiyuan’s damp lashes, making each strand distinct.
Through his blurred and confused vision, the Alpha’s pheromone coiled around him with intense clarity.
A scorching, clumsy kiss pressed heavily against Yuan Shiyuan’s lips.
The thin lips remained glued to his flesh, unmoving for an eternity. After a moment, Yuan Shiyuan blinked in confusion. “Aren’t you going to move?”
A rare hint of embarrassment flushed across the Alpha’s face.
“I’m moving now,” he said, but his dry lips merely grazed Yuan Shiyuan’s soft mouth in slow, tentative motions.
Having stolen many a virgin’s first kiss, Yuan Shiyuan instantly understood. Bo Jin was likely too nervous, his movements clumsy and awkward—even his tongue seemed to struggle to move.
Yuan Shiyuan had been only slightly tipsy, but Bo Jin’s awkward, fumbling kiss was quickly sobering him up.
“It’s not like that,” Yuan Shiyuan sighed, sounding like a model student patiently guiding a classmate. “You shouldn’t kiss so… aggressively.”
He pressed his palm against Bo Jin’s shoulder, gently pushing him back to create a little distance. Only then did Yuan Shiyuan hook his arm around Bo Jin’s neck, tilt his head back, and press his lips against Bo Jin’s thin ones.
His soft tongue tentatively darted out, probing between Bo Jin’s tightly pressed teeth. He gently licked the sealed lips before delving deeper.
Yuan Shiyuan gently licked Bo Jin’s stiff, unyielding tongue.
Only then did Yuan Shiyuan withdraw his tongue, mumbling, “That’s pretty much it.”
His calm, practiced demeanor made him sound like a seasoned veteran coaching a novice. “You probably get the rest. I won’t go into detail. Basically, it’s just a lot of… mutual sucking.”
“So, you’re quite experienced?” Bo Jin asked sharply. “Have you kissed them all?”
Them all naturally referred to the other members of their group.
“How could I possibly have—” Yuan Shiyuan began, then stopped mid-sentence. He paused to consider it seriously, and realized he had indeed kissed them all.
Bo Jin was the only one left in the entire group.
Yuan Shiyuan averted his gaze in silence. “This wine is pretty good.”
First, he’d sat in Bo Jin’s lap and called out another Alpha’s name, now he was abruptly changing the subject.
Bo Jin finally understood: he was the only one in the entire group who hadn’t kissed Yuan Shiyuan yet, an outsider left out in the cold.
Like a clown.
Lost in thought, Bo Jin poured himself a glass of foreign liquor but didn’t immediately feed it to Yuan Shiyuan.
Instead, he took a sip himself, then gripped Yuan Shiyuan’s chin and lowered his head to press his thin lips firmly against Yuan Shiyuan’s.
The icy liquid trickled down the corner of Yuan Shiyuan’s mouth, most of it being swallowed along with Bo Jin’s rough tongue that had plunged into Yuan Shiyuan’s mouth.
Bo Jin’s body temperature was already scalding. The contrast between his scorching tongue and the chilled liquor created an intensely stimulating sensation, as his tongue aggressively swirled inside Yuan Shiyuan’s sensitive mouth.
Though inexperienced, Bo Jin had at least witnessed such kisses firsthand. He recalled watching Jiang Heng kiss Yuan Shiyuan, his face flushed with dazed bliss as he leaned helplessly against the other Alpha’s chest. Remembering that day, Bo Jin tried to imitate the technique, taking Yuan Shiyuan’s tongue between his lips, grinding it gently, then sucking hard.
Simultaneously, Bo Jin released his pheromones. Due to his pheromone-induced mania, his pheromones were highly concentrated and intensely hot. This caused a vivid blush to bloom across Yuan Shiyuan’s face as he nestled in Bo Jin’s arms, instinctively crossing his legs and rubbing them together.
Even with Bo Jin’s large hand wedged between his knees, Yuan Shiyuan’s movements remained unaffected. His eyelashes fluttered rapidly, tears welled in the corners of his eyes, and his breathing gradually quickened.
“Enjoying yourself?” Bo Jin murmured, his rough tongue grinding against the inner wall of Yuan Shiyuan’s mouth.
“Mmm…” Yuan Shiyuan tried to reply, but his mouth was instantly sealed by Bo Jin’s tongue. He couldn’t form a single coherent word; every syllable was crushed into broken, intermittent whimpers.
Bo Jin’s kissing technique was far from refined, marked by the clumsy, chaotic fervor of a novice, lacking finesse.
Yet Yuan Shiyuan, already under the influence of alcohol and the stimulating heat of Bo Jin’s pheromones, found his own glands quickly heating up in response.
He wanted to reach up and touch his glands, but under the Alpha’s gaze, the gesture felt strangely inappropriate.
Instead, he pressed his knees together for relief. But Bo Jin gripped the backs of his knees, pinning him in place and thwarting his attempt.
Overwhelmed by the kiss, Yuan Shiyuan hooked his arms around the Alpha’s neck, moaning incoherently. The kiss left his eyes glistening, his face flushed scarlet, and his breaths coming in sticky gasps.
Bo Jin paused his kiss for a moment, his gaze darkening as he took in Yuan Shiyuan’s dazed expression.
Then, he gripped Yuan Shiyuan’s nape, thrusting his tongue back into his mouth with a near-feral urgency, sucking on his already swollen lips and teasing Yuan Shiyuan’s soft tongue with his teeth.
Sweet, sticky saliva dripped down their intertwined tongues, some flowing back into each other’s mouths.
Yuan Shiyuan was dizzy from the kiss, yet every sensation seemed to sharpen into a laser focus on the back of his neck.
The Alpha’s scorching, calloused thumb was rhythmically, suggestively stroking his gland, which was so sensitive it felt like it would explode.
“W-wait… wait…”
Finally finding a sliver of space, Yuan Shiyuan jerked his head away from the suffocating kiss, a thick trail of saliva sliding from the corner of his mouth. Gasping for breath, he looked at the Alpha through tear-blurred eyes. “Ugh… Big Brother…”
Seeing Yuan Shiyuan’s distressed expression, Bo Jin paused, thinking he had kissed him too roughly. He was about to apologize when Yuan Shiyuan stuck out his dripping-wet tongue and slurred an invitation.
“Feels so good…” Yuan Shiyuan hooked a leg around the Alpha. “Touch me again…”
Bo Jin’s throat bobbed. His voice hoarse, he asked, “Touch you where?”
Yuan Shiyuan grabbed Bo Jin’s hand and pressed it against his slightly swollen belly. “My tummy.”
He tilted his flushed face upward, his eyes earnest and glistening. “I want you to touch me there.”
Truth be told, Yuan Shiyuan craved having his gland touched, but it was too dangerous. A sliver of remaining rationality guided him to the relatively safer option: his stomach.
Bo Jin was puzzled by Yuan Shiyuan’s peculiar preference, but if it pleased him, he was happy to oblige.
He pressed his index and middle fingers together and placed them on Yuan Shiyuan’s belly, pressing gently through the bathrobe. Finding the fabric cumbersome, he simply slipped his hand inside, touching the warm, soft skin directly.
The bathrobe’s sash was utterly useless, hanging loosely around Yuan Shiyuan’s body and sliding off his shoulders, revealing most of his chest. Seated atop the Alpha, Yuan Shiyuan was almost completely exposed.
Bo Jin’s large palm pressed against Yuan Shiyuan’s lower abdomen, near his stomach. His calloused fingers kneaded gently as Yuan Shiyuan hooked his arms around the Alpha’s neck, gasping for breath.
His toes curled downward, then gradually relaxed, twitching and gripping at the air.
“Why do I smell omega pheromones?” Bo Jin suddenly asked.
He paused, his tone turning serious. “Did you secretly use a suppository again?”
“Mmm? Mmm…”
“It’s all omega scent.”
Yuan Shiyuan had no idea what Bo Jin was talking about. He mumbled in response, tilting his head back to nuzzle his cheek against the Alpha’s neck. “Wanna touch more…”
“W-wanna go faster…”
Bo Jin froze, his Adam’s apple bobbing forcefully. Why is Yuan Shiyuan reacting so strongly right now?
I only massaged his stomach… Could it be the suppository?
Is this much fluid a side effect of the medication?
What kind of cheap drug is this? It’s turned Yuan Shiyuan, my good child, into… this.
They’d been together almost the whole time since showering. When did Yuan Shiyuan use it? In the shower?
Seeing Yuan Shiyuan’s flushed face, panting with his tongue slightly lolling, Bo Jin unhesitatingly took that sliver of flesh into his mouth and sucked hard.
Simultaneously, his fingers remained pressed together, slipping along the damp, narrow seam of Yuan Shiyuan’s lips, probing inward to check for any residual traces of the drug.
The moment his fingers made contact, Yuan Shiyuan bit him.
But such a feeble bite couldn’t deter the Alpha. With effortless strength, Bo Jin continued his exploration, searching for what he sought.
The area was too cramped, making Bo Jin’s search exceedingly difficult. Fortunately, he had been here before and vaguely remembered the layout.
He pressed his middle and index fingers together, gently rubbing Yuan Shiyuan’s lower abdomen while simultaneously curving his other hand to thoroughly explore the hidden recesses. In the darkness, his fingers moved with such speed they seemed to blur into afterimages. He didn’t find the medicine, but his fingers brushed against an unusual bulge.
Perhaps their passionate kissing had made the table wobble slightly, the flickering candlelight reflecting in Yuan Shiyuan’s tear-drenched eyes.
The Alpha’s sudden, deep kiss widened Yuan Shiyuan’s eyes, momentarily clearing his alcohol-fogged mind.
Instinctively, Yuan Shiyuan tried to push the Alpha’s rough tongue away, but the Alpha only plunged deeper, stirring maliciously and creating wet, smacking sounds.
“Mmph… N-no! Wait, stop—!”
Yuan Shiyuan’s entire body tensed. Though drunk, he wasn’t completely out of it.
He stared at the Alpha in disbelief, clearly too shocked. Even with his mouth still blocked, he managed to demand in disbelief, “N-not… you!”
Bo Jin froze for a moment, a hint of embarrassment crossing his face. He had forgotten Yuan Shiyuan was still conscious, instinctively revisiting familiar territory and, lost in the moment, reaching down for a careless squeeze.
His finger was bitten and squeezed again, sending a jolt through Yuan Shiyuan’s scalp. He instinctively grabbed the Alpha’s hand, muttering hoarsely, “You bit me again.”
Yuan Shiyuan was utterly speechless.
It was as if he were seeing Bo Jin for the first time, his gaze filled with disbelief. If not for the overwhelmingly real sensations, he would have dismissed it as a drunken hallucination.
What is Bo Jin doing? Where are his fingers?!
Yuan Shiyuan instinctively reached down to protect himself, but his straight-male instincts betrayed him, focusing solely on the front and completely neglecting the already breached rear.
“I just wanted you to touch my stomach… How did you… How did you—?!”
“How did you… just barge right in?!”
Yuan Shiyuan was a tangled mess of shock, anger, and humiliation. We’re supposed to be two straight guys, what kind of nonsense is this?!
His face flushed crimson and glistening with sweat, Yuan Shiyuan feigned panic and shock, but this only earned a low chuckle from Bo Jin.
“Scared already?” Instead of retreating, Bo Jin’s finger remained curved. Under Yuan Shiyuan’s wide-eyed gaze, he leaned in for another kiss, the wet, smacking sounds echoing thickly. In rapid succession, he thrust nearly a hundred times, each strike hitting its mark with pinpoint precision.
“Ah… mmm!”
Yuan Shiyuan’s mouth was being relentlessly ravished, the wet sounds incessant. Hot tears spilled uncontrollably from the corners of his eyes as he slumped against the Alpha. He twisted his waist involuntarily, trying to escape, only to accidentally brush the Alpha’s bathrobe open, exposing it completely.
In the next instant, Yuan Shiyuan froze, daring not to move again.
He was sitting flush against the Alpha’s body, their forms pressed together with an unbearable closeness!
The dark, menacing shape loomed suddenly, crashing down heavily without warning onto his damp, flushed nether regions.
The abrupt collision sent a sharp, stinging slap reverberating through the air.
Yuan Shiyuan forgot to breathe, his body numb and burning from the impact, as if about to lose consciousness. The heavy, undeniable presence pressed against him sent an electrifying chill crawling across his scalp…
After a moment, he slowly lowered his gaze.
Witnessing the full truth, Yuan Shiyuan’s pupils dilated instantly.
An absurd thought flashed uncontrollably through his mind.
Bo Jin…
He really is mixed-race.