Pretending to Be an Alpha in an All-Alpha Boy Band - Chapter 101

Chapter 101: Me Too

What is this?

What the hell is this?!

Yuan Shiyuan’s mind went blank.

He and Bo Jin were roommates who spent every day together, yet he’d never imagined seeing his best friend’s… member so close, glistening with sweat and excited, pointed right at him.

Heavy. Oppressive.

The thick member relentlessly pressed against Xiao Xue. The sensation was terrifying, overwhelming.

Yuan Shiyuan froze, afraid any movement might set it off. He’d seen plenty of birds, but none had ever struck him with such visual shock and psychological intimidation as Bo Jin’s.

Thank goodness Bo Jin’s a straight Alpha. Thank goodness I’ve never thought of him that way.

His thoughts drifted uncontrollably. Yuan Shiyuan instinctively compared his own slightly immature Xiao Xue… What’s the difference between eating the Citrus Lobe Bo Jin’s offering and self-torture? It’s like shoving a Wolf-Tooth Club into fresh snow!

Though his mind recoiled, Xiao Xue throbbed with excitement, betraying her honest, greedy reaction. Afraid she’d try to steal a taste, Yuan Shiyuan hastily pushed Bo Jin away, trying to create a safe distance.

Bo Jin gave him no chance to escape, his large hands clamping down on Yuan Shiyuan’s waist and twisting him around. From sitting sideways, Yuan Shiyuan was now straddling Bo Jin face-to-face.

Caught completely off guard, Yuan Shiyuan was ambushed.

Yuan Shiyuan: “……”

He lowered his head silently, looking utterly pathetic in comparison to the alpha’s dominant presence. Yet Bo Jin deliberately tightened his grip, pulling Yuan Shiyuan closer, reducing the distance between them until their embrace became intimately close.

Yuan Shiyuan remained awkwardly silent, but under his gaze, Bo Jin seemed to grow even more excited.

The alpha took Yuan Shiyuan’s hand, meticulously tracing the surface of his fingers before closing his own hand around them.

“Brother, what are you doing…?” Yuan Shiyuan asked, utterly bewildered by this turn of events. “Isn’t this joke going a bit too far?”

Throughout his school years, both in middle and university, countless friends had half-jokingly invited him to “help each other out,” but Yuan Shiyuan had always rejected them without hesitation, disdainful of such “A-same” activities.

He never imagined he would find himself in this situation.

“Too far?” Bo Jin countered. “Compared to what you imagined?”

“Bigger than I thought… Don’t change the subject,” Yuan Shiyuan blurted out, then quickly straightened his expression. “Let’s put everything else aside for now. Just take your hand out, okay?”

“Don’t you think it’s inappropriate to put my hand there, between bros?”

“Why isn’t it appropriate?” Bo Jin didn’t withdraw his hand; instead, his knuckles sank deeper into Yuan Shiyuan’s flesh. He lowered his head and nuzzled the tip of Yuan Shiyuan’s nose, their breaths mingling. “I really like it here… it’s so soft and warm.”

He even chuckled softly, using Yuan Shiyuan’s usual term of endearment: “Aren’t we good brothers? How could you bear to turn your brother away?”

Yuan Shiyuan choked on his words. “Can good brothers really do this to each other? This is… this is ruining our brotherhood!”

“I’m sorry,” Bo Jin apologized readily, but his actions betrayed no remorse as he tried to squeeze his finger past Yuan Shiyuan’s ring finger again.

Yuan Shiyuan never imagined that in his most relaxed, most unguarded moment, his most trusted brother would betray him like this!

Just as he was about to erupt in angry protest, the Alpha suddenly pulled him deeper into his embrace. In the airtight hug, their scorching body heat exchanged and melded together.

Like two separate matchsticks, peaceful in their solitude.

But the moment they pressed close, rubbed together, an astonishing heat erupted.

Yuan Shiyuan’s expression shifted abruptly. His brows furrowed slightly, as if perplexed, before he went limp, slumping against the Alpha’s shoulder and wrapping his arm around him.

Bo Jin’s hands weren’t idle, and neither were his. Pale, slender fingers trembled and curled, scratching and clawing at the Alpha’s back with light strokes, leaving no marks—not even nail imprints.

It was more like an unconscious yearning.

Yuan Shiyuan had always believed he couldn’t accept this. But now that it was actually happening, the unfamiliar yet intense sensations sparked a sudden thought:

This feeling… doesn’t seem so bad?

He hadn’t completely lost his senses. To prevent anything more terrifying or irreversible from occurring later, he needed to prepare.

With great effort, Yuan Shiyuan persuaded Bo Jin to pause temporarily and retrieve his jacket hanging outside the restroom.

He gently rummaged through the pocket, his fingertips brushing against a cold, flat pack of pills.

It was the Alpha-specific contraceptive pill Ying Mingxi had given him earlier.

Though they hadn’t reached the point where contraception was necessary, Yuan Shiyuan thought it best to give Bo Jin one, just in case… after all, he had them with him anyway.

Yuan Shiyuan took out a pill and held it to Bo Jin’s lips. Bo Jin glanced at it, then immediately opened his mouth and swallowed it without the slightest hesitation.

Yuan Shiyuan froze, surprised. “You’re not even going to ask what this is?”

“What is it?” Bo Jin finally asked.

“An Alpha-specific contraceptive pill,” Yuan Shiyuan answered truthfully.

“……”

The room fell silent. After a few seconds, Bo Jin, incredulous, squeezed out the words through gritted teeth, “You carry Alpha-specific contraceptive pills on you? Who taught you that?”

Yuan Shiyuan didn’t need to answer; Bo Jin already knew.

Who else but Ying Mingxi?

What shocked Bo Jin even more was that Yuan Shiyuan actually carried such a thing. An Alpha’s reproductive cavity was vestigial and atrophied, making conception nearly impossible unless forcefully opened.

Yuan Shiyuan didn’t really need to carry these. The fact that he did showed how keenly aware he was of danger and how vigilant he remained.

Bo Jin’s turbulent emotions had finally begun to settle, but the sight of the empty space above the blister pack plunged him back into silence.

Had Yuan Shiyuan used these with someone else before? With whom?

Which other Alpha?

A maelstrom of complex emotions coalesced into a nearly punishing heat and pressure in Bo Jin’s palm. He encircled Yuan Shiyuan’s joined thighs, grinding them together as if to strike sparks.

The rain intensified that night, drumming against the floor-to-ceiling circular windows like a relentless assault, blurring the world into a misty curtain.

The faint sounds of dripping grew louder, pattering onto the chair and floor, pooling into a clear puddle.

Yuan Shiyuan clung to Bo Jin, nuzzling against him, his voice slurred, “Mmm… Big Brother.”

Bo Jin’s breath seemed to catch for a moment before burning hotly against Yuan Shiyuan’s ear.

Now he understood: Yuan Shiyuan was indeed a “straight Alpha,” but if he tasted sweetness and experienced supreme pleasure, he wouldn’t resist much. Instead, he would surrender in a daze, even eagerly meet Bo Jin halfway, fully indulging in the sensation.

After they’d had their fun, most would pull up their pants and walk away, denying all memory of what had passed.

They’d forget everything, continuing to play the role of upright and proper straight alphas.

Bo Jin silently continued caring for Yuan Shiyuan, patient and meticulous, missing no detail.

Even when the prolonged soak left his fingertips wrinkled, he couldn’t bear to leave. It wasn’t until he noticed Yuan Shiyuan’s quickening breath and the sudden tensing of his lower abdomen that he understood.

Yuan Shiyuan was close.

At the crucial moment, Bo Jin swiftly blocked with his thumb, his thin lips pressing kisses against Yuan Shiyuan’s forehead and wiping away the tears at the corners of his eyes. He coaxed softly, “We’re in this together.” He gasped for breath. “Wait for me…”

Yuan Shiyuan’s face flushed crimson from holding back. “I can’t wait… much longer!”

Bo Jin stubbornly insisted Yuan Shiyuan hold on, but Yuan Shiyuan was in agony.

As it turned out, in moments like these, a man would say anything.

Yuan Shiyuan looped his arms around Bo Jin’s neck, tilting his head back to kiss his throat and jawline, panting as he called out, “Brother Bo, Brother… Big Brother…”

Yuan Shiyuan could clearly sense the Alpha’s arousal intensifying.

Such intimate terms seemed to excite the Alpha even more, proving effective.

In a flash, Yuan Shiyuan remembered a fanfiction he’d read before, which had a similar scene. Bo Jin would insist on joining, blocking the way just like this.

How did the fanfic version of him handle this?

Yuan Shiyuan’s eidetic memory kicked in. He immediately recalled how his fanfic counterpart had persuaded Bo Jin to release him.

He slowly rose to his knees, straddling Bo Jin. Tilting his head back, he pressed his face against the Alpha’s neck, letting out a nasal whine tinged with desperate tears. “Big Brother… hurry, please…”

“Don’t you want the Snake to enter your nest?”

“I want it so badly… Mmn?” Yuan Shiyuan’s words were cut off as Bo Jin seized him in a tight embrace, nearly violently pressing him onto the cold, rectangular dining table.

The flickering candlelight illuminated Yuan Shiyuan’s expression. His bathrobe had fallen completely open, pooling beneath him. His pupils dilated as he gazed up at the swaying shadows on the ceiling, his flushed face blank and dazed, his eyes unable to focus for a long moment.

Saliva dripped from the corner of his mouth, leaving a damp trail down his cheek. His lower abdomen trembled gently with each breath, its surface slick with glistening sweat. The rosy flesh, even around his navel, was brimming with fresh perspiration.

His knees were gripped and lifted, the Alpha, having endured for so long, now surrendered everything to Yuan Shiyuan.

An excessive amount of thick, milky sweat cascaded onto Yuan Shiyuan, flowing through the crevices and wetting the dining table. After a moment’s silence, he quietly spread the sweat evenly, then tried to squeeze it into the gap suspended above the table…

But Yuan Shiyuan remained dazed, as if still lost in a trance.

The room was saturated with pheromones. He looked feverish, drenched in sweat from head to toe, as if he had been thoroughly soaked.

S-rank pheromone… forced inside me?

Yuan Shiyuan lowered his head in a daze, unable to see clearly, but he could feel the Alpha’s fingers working diligently, patiently filling him with the pheromone, drop by drop.

Blazing hot, fresh S-rank pheromone flooded into him in an overwhelming concentration. He parted his lips, squinted, and let his tongue loll out slightly, as if trying to speak, but no coherent syllable could form.

Only tears streamed uncontrollably from the wet, reddened corners of his eyes, trickling down his temples.

The suite was saturated with the intense pheromone of Bluebell.

Bo Jin eyed the water stains on the dining table, chairs, and floor with suspicion. The overwhelmingly sweet fragrance agitated his own pheromones, yet they were simultaneously soothed by a strange, gentle force, leaving him in a state of paradoxical tranquility.

Have drugs advanced to such a disturbingly lifelike level of mimicry?

Or is it simply because these pheromones originate from Yuan Shiyuan that they possess such a unique allure for me?

Bo Jin first meticulously washed Yuan Shiyuan clean before retreating to the restroom to relieve himself.

S-rank alphas possessed exceptional stamina, especially one afflicted with Pheromone Mania Disorder… his needs far surpassed those of ordinary S-rank alphas.

When Bo Jin returned to the bed, still damp from his shower, Yuan Shiyuan remained in a dazed, otherworldly stupor, curled up on his side.

Perhaps feeling too warm, he had kicked off the blanket, leaving it barely covering the base of his thighs and exposing a broad expanse of skin marked with finger-shaped bruises.

Without hesitation, Bo Jin reached down and casually spread Yuan Shiyuan’s legs apart to peek underneath, catching sight of Xiao Xue, raw and glistening with sweat.

He casually swiped at her, smearing the droplets across Yuan Shiyuan’s rounded skin already mottled with finger marks.

Yuan Shiyuan, who had been lost in existential contemplation, suddenly snapped back to reality. “What are you doing?! Can you just touch that?!” he exploded.

He huddled warily in the corner. “I’ve noticed you’re showing some… A-same tendencies. Could you please stop doing things that scare me?”

We’ve already kissed, touched, and even… you know…

And now Yuan Shiyuan’s insisting he’s a straight A?

Afraid Yuan Shiyuan might be dehydrated, Bo Jin stretched out an arm and pulled him back into his embrace. He pressed the bottle’s mouth to Yuan Shiyuan’s lower lip and guided his hand, feeding him mineral water.

As he fed him, Bo Jin pinched Yuan Shiyuan’s waist and buried his face in the crook of his neck, inhaling deeply and with rapture.

“Brother, can you control yourself a little?” Yuan Shiyuan snapped, his patience worn thin. “If you keep this up, I won’t be able to sleep tonight.”

They were both completely naked, leaving every minute shift in their bodies exposed—dangerous and tormenting.

“I’m not going in, what are you so afraid of?” Bo Jin grabbed Yuan Shiyuan’s hand, only for Yuan Shiyuan to cry out, “My hand hurts!”

“Your hand hurts?” Bo Jin examined Yuan Shiyuan’s hand closely. It was only slightly red, nothing serious. “You were just using my hand the whole time. How could your hand hurt?”

“You were too busy scratching me.”

“……”

Yuan Shiyuan couldn’t be bothered arguing with Bo Jin.

He couldn’t tell if Bo Jin was drunk or possessed; his behavior was completely out of character.

Or was it that his long-term Pheromone Mania Disorder had finally triggered sexual repression?

The night was deep. After their long bout of activity, it was time to sleep.

Bo Jin switched off the main light, leaving only a small bedside lamp lit.

He retrieved a little plush doll he had prepared earlier and placed it under the nightlight. Then, he tucked a small blanket around it for Yuan Shiyuan.

With all the “work” stolen from him, Yuan Shiyuan could only lazily lie sideways in Bo Jin’s arms, yet no position felt right.

Every angle felt vulnerable to attack…

After some serious thought, relying on his straight-male instincts, Yuan Shiyuan ultimately decided to prioritize protecting his front.

The bedroom was pitch-black, save for the dim yellow glow of the bedside lamp, which provided just enough illumination to see, giving Yuan Shiyuan a subtle sense of security.

A comforting warmth emanated from his back, and his belly was filled with Bo Jin’s pheromone…

Bo Jin pressed closer to Yuan Shiyuan, their bodies molding together perfectly, as if they were meant to fit this way.

“Did you enjoy that earlier?” he murmured, his lips nearly brushing Yuan Shiyuan’s ear. His voice was hoarse with passion.

“It was great,” Yuan Shiyuan admitted honestly, then sighed. “But Brother, did you drink too much? Don’t do that again—it was kind of scary.”

“If I didn’t know you so well, I’d think you were A-same.”

Bo Jin was silent for a moment before replying, “It didn’t go in, so it doesn’t count as A-same.”

“You’re right,” Yuan Shiyuan agreed. “Good brothers helping each other out—totally normal.”

Observing Yuan Shiyuan’s expression and after-the-fact reaction, Bo Jin could tell he’d been thoroughly satisfied tonight.

Perhaps even… ecstatically so.

A strange, secret pleasure surged through Bo Jin, fueled by a profound sense of accomplishment from having pleased Yuan Shiyuan.

“Front or back?” he pressed, curiosity piqued. “Which felt better?”

Yuan Shiyuan froze. He’d never really considered the question before. After a moment of deep contemplation and comparison, he answered, “If I had to choose… the back, maybe?” Even he was shocked by his own answer.

He couldn’t deny that the sensation in the back far surpassed the front, offering an entirely different, utterly unfamiliar, and intensely extreme experience.

Bo Jin’s simultaneous assault on both ends had only amplified the intensity of the sensation.

Could he really be a born Omega?

As Yuan Shiyuan pondered, drowsiness began to creep in. The moment he closed his eyes, he felt that heavy, overwhelming pressure again.

He hastily pushed Bo Jin away, trying to create some distance, at least enough so they weren’t touching.

Unexpectedly, Bo Jin simply covered Yuan Shiyuan’s hand with his own, gripping it firmly.

Not again? Yuan Shiyuan twisted his head around in astonishment. “It’s so late. Are you still practicing?”

“Not practicing,” Bo Jin immediately denied, pressing his thin lips close to Yuan Shiyuan’s ear and whispering hoarsely, “Not practicing. Can I come inside?”

“Huh? We’re both Alphas!” Yuan Shiyuan’s voice cracked in shock.

“So what if we’re Alphas?” Bo Jin retorted, his tone utterly self-assured. “Aren’t we good brothers? What’s wrong with good brothers letting me fuck them?”

Yuan Shiyuan stared in stunned silence, his gaze colliding with the clear amusement dancing in Bo Jin’s eyes. It finally dawned on him—Bo Jin was deliberately teasing him.

“You were just trying to scare me?!”

“Then I’ll really come in now,” Bo Jin threatened, making a move as if to act.

Yuan Shiyuan frantically begged for mercy. “No, no, no! Let’s talk this through calmly.”

Seeing Bo Jin’s expression, Yuan Shiyuan finally relaxed a little. It was just a joke.

Bo Jin’s body temperature was scorching hot, so warm that it made Yuan Shiyuan feel incredibly comfortable. He instinctively snuggled deeper into the Alpha’s arms. “You’re so warm… I love it.”

“……”

Did Yuan Shiyuan truly not understand what saying such things to an Alpha at this moment implied?

The arms around his waist tightened, and Bo Jin pulled Yuan Shiyuan closer. Taking advantage of Yuan Shiyuan’s momentary inattention, he subtly ground against him, meticulously observing every minute change in Yuan Shiyuan’s expression.

“Scared?” he asked, lowering his voice. He hadn’t intended to go further; he merely wanted to gauge Yuan Shiyuan’s reaction.

Yuan Shiyuan seemed comfortable with kissing, hugging, and other intimate acts with the Alpha—even more advanced physical affection. Yet he remained fiercely wary of taking that final step.

“Let me just hold you for a bit, okay?” Bo Jin murmured, probing again. “Just a hug, I promise.”

At this point, an Alpha’s promise was about as reliable as a fart.

Yuan Shiyuan didn’t reply, seeming lost in deep thought.

“Forget about it for today,” he finally said, turning around in the Alpha’s arms to face him. After a moment’s hesitation, he added softly, “But next time, could you… aim higher?”

“What?”

“Not exactly… I mean, could you try to aim as deep as possible?” Yuan Shiyuan asked, a hint of regret in his voice for the wasted dose today. “I’m kind of craving some of yours…”

Under the Alpha’s intense, scorching gaze, he tilted his head away and whispered, “Silent Night.”

He tilted his face upward, his eyes glistening as he asked, “Can I?”

His expression was utterly innocent, yet his words conveyed the opposite.

“You’re such a…” Bo Jin gritted his teeth, spitting out a vulgar but perfectly fitting phrase into his ear, “…fucking tease.”

Yuan Shiyuan immediately clamped his mouth shut.

He realized his earlier words had been a bit lewd, but he couldn’t take them back. Instead, he lowered his head and fiddled with his fingers, pretending nothing had happened.

In the end, Yuan Shiyuan couldn’t help but sigh.

“What’s with the sighing? We didn’t even go all the way,” Bo Jin murmured, gently stroking Yuan Shiyuan’s delicate chin with a reassuring touch.

“I can’t believe I got taken by an Alpha,” Yuan Shiyuan murmured, his voice laced with complex emotions. “And it was my best bro, the one I trusted most.”

Bo Jin chuckled, coaxing, “Big deal. Just tell me, did it feel good?”

“It felt good.”

“Exactly,” Bo Jin said, his tone matter-of-fact, yet with a hint of coaxing. “I’ll make you feel even better next time.”

Yuan Shiyuan sighed again.

Surely I’m not the only straight guy who finds getting taken by an Alpha… enjoyable?

“Still sighing? Come here, let’s kiss,” Bo Jin said, his hand clamping around the lower half of Yuan Shiyuan’s face as he pressed a kiss to the corner of his lips. Then, as if casually inquiring, he asked, “Have you done this with anyone else before?”

“Who else would be as perverted as you?!” Yuan Shiyuan rolled his eyes, vehemently condemning him. “Seriously, you’re such a freak.”

Seeing Yuan Shiyuan’s reaction, Bo Jin realized no one had ever treated him this way before. Finally, he had gained the upper hand in some regard, no longer lagging behind others.

He caught Yuan Shiyuan’s hand and began toying with his finger bones. His touch traced a path from the sensitive tips all the way down to the warm roots, before he lowered his head and pressed a tender kiss to the tips of Yuan Shiyuan’s fingers.

“Then… do you hate me acting this way?”

“Or is it that…” Bo Jin raised his gaze to Yuan Shiyuan’s face, his voice pressing deeper, “you hate me?”

“Which question do you want me to answer?” Yuan Shiyuan shot him a sideways glance, his tone laced with post-coital languor. “I don’t want to answer either of them.”

“Then don’t.” Bo Jin pulled Yuan Shiyuan into a hug, knowing that winning over a straight Alpha was a long and arduous path requiring immense patience and waiting. “Tell me whenever you feel like it.”

Bo Jin hadn’t truly expected Yuan Shiyuan to answer or reciprocate.

Yet, in the stillness punctuated only by their breathing, Yuan Shiyuan’s voice—barely audible yet crystal clear—drifted to his ear.

“I don’t hate you.”

Bo Jin froze, his heart skipping a beat as if struck by a violent force.

Like a massive dog hearing the bell command, he lunged forward eagerly, his hot breath fanning Yuan Shiyuan’s earlobe.

“Don’t you dislike me for being this way? Or…?” Bo Jin pressed, desperate for an answer. “Don’t you hate me?”

“Guess you’ll have to figure that out for yourself,” Yuan Shiyuan hummed with a soft laugh through his nose, closing his eyes and feigning sleep. “I’m going to bed.”

Yuan Shiyuan was like a seasoned angler, deliberately casting an ambiguous lure.

Then, feeling perfectly at ease, he nestled comfortably in the Alpha’s arms and drifted into a peaceful slumber.

Leaving the Alpha alone in the dead of night, consumed by boundless agitation.

Bo Jin cradled Yuan Shiyuan’s body in the deep darkness, wide awake, his gaze fixed on Yuan Shiyuan as he gradually fell asleep.

The soft, steady rhythm of Yuan Shiyuan’s breathing filled the silence. His exquisitely refined features, stripped of all expression in sleep, should have appeared cold and distant. Yet the completely relaxed muscles of his face, coupled with the unconscious, gentle pursing of his lips, radiated an unguarded, almost docile tenderness.

Suddenly, Yuan Shiyuan’s fingers clenched around the corner of the pillow, his brow furrowing slightly as if trapped in some uneasy dream.

Many people love you.

His deep voice blended into the night, and Bo Jin gently patted Yuan Shiyuan’s back soothingly, whispering softly in his ear even though he knew Yuan Shiyuan couldn’t hear.

Only when Yuan Shiyuan’s brow gradually relaxed did he silently complete the unspoken sentence in his heart:

Me too.