Pretending to Be an Alpha in an All-Alpha Boy Band - Chapter 108
Chapter 108: Allergic Reaction
“This is too sudden…”
Several pairs of eyes focused on him. Yuan Shiyuan felt his mind spinning, his expression dazed, like someone lost in a maze. His fingertips unconsciously curled tighter. “I… I’m not ready yet…”
“It’s our fault, our fault. We rushed things. We were originally planning to wait, but today’s situation… it was just so unexpected.”
“Little Yuan, don’t feel pressured. We don’t have any ulterior motives, and we certainly don’t want to force you into anything.”
Yu Jiao’s expression was filled with remorse. She realized only now that she had acted too hastily. She and Yuan Xing had originally agreed to approach the matter gradually after the children’s performance, first preparing them psychologically, then probing their attitudes. But Yuan Shiyuan’s sudden collapse had thrown both families into chaos, sending them rushing to the scene.
Seeing the boy’s pale face and unconscious form, Yu Jiao and her husband panicked even more. Their carefully laid plans were shattered, any thought of gradual progress forgotten, leaving only their concern for the child.
“This is all so sudden. You must be terrified. We didn’t think things through properly,” Father Yu said anxiously, desperate not to leave a bad impression. “You can take all the time you need to think it over. We’re willing to wait and won’t pressure you to make a decision…”
“We respect all your thoughts and feelings.”
“If you don’t want us in your life, we’ll leave immediately and never bother you again.” Father Yu paused, his voice cracking. “But… could we at least fulfill our parental duty? Over the years, we’ve acquired many properties for you… Can we give them to you?”
“Even if we can’t be by your side, we want to ensure your future security.”
Though their child was never with them, they frequently acquired properties and other assets for him. They even commissioned artists to generate virtual images of how their child might look at different ages, using old childhood photos as reference. These virtual portraits served as constant comfort. Whenever they saw clothes, bags, jewelry, or anything else that seemed suitable for their child, they would buy it all and store it in the house they had long prepared for him.
Even if Yuan Shiyuan didn’t want to acknowledge them, they hoped these material possessions would reach him, ensuring his future security so he wouldn’t have to struggle for a living and could pursue whatever he desired.
“I…”
Yuan Shiyuan opened his mouth, but no sound came out. He saw the couple’s forced smiles, and an instinctive kinship stirred within him, yet nearly nineteen years of emptiness stretched between them…
His mind grew increasingly muddled as he glanced frantically at Yuan Xing and her husband.
The couple simultaneously offered Yuan Shiyuan gentle, encouraging smiles. Seeing their expressions suddenly reminded Yuan Shiyuan of his childhood.
When he was learning to play soccer as a child, he had been initially timid. They had always been there, cheering him on. When he finally kicked his first goal, Father Yuan had erupted into exaggerated cheers, his strong, warm hands scooping him up under the arms and lifting him high above his head.
“Our Little Yuan is amazing! He could join the national team!” Father Yuan had boasted dramatically, while Yuan Xing clapped enthusiastically in support.
Xiao Yuanshiyuan had shyly curved his lips into a smile, a blush of embarrassment coloring his snowy-white cheeks.
Even when his kicks went wildly astray, his family had always showered him with praise.
At that moment, their faces wore nearly identical expressions.
Yuan Xing smiled warmly at him. “Little Yuan, they’ve been looking for you for so long. You should call them Mom and Dad.”
“No need, no need!” Father Yu quickly interjected. “The names don’t matter, Little Yuan. Don’t put any pressure on yourself.”
Neither of them cared about being called “Mom” or “Dad.” Seeing their child grown so tall and so well-cared for was all they could ever ask for.
Enveloped by the warmth of both families, Yuan Shiyuan slowly calmed down. He glanced in Yu Jiao’s direction, and she immediately returned a nervous yet expectant smile.
He lowered his gaze, curling his fingers self-consciously. Then, unexpectedly, he stepped forward and gave each of them a hug.
A soft but clear whisper escaped his lips.
“Mom… Dad.”
The composure Yu Jiao and her husband had been struggling to maintain crumbled instantly, tears once again welling up in their eyes.
After leaving the hospital, Yu Jiao immediately arranged for a private chef. Bo Jin and the others had extracted a large quantity of high-concentration S-rank pheromone from Yuan Shiyuan earlier; otherwise, he wouldn’t have woken up so soon.
She also invited Bo Jin and the others to join them for dinner, wanting to express her gratitude in person.
Upon learning that Yuan Shiyuan was the Yu Family’s child, Bo Jin and the others were somewhat taken aback, yet not surprised. Instead, they felt fortunate.
How wonderful. He now has another family to love him.
“I specially had the kitchen prepare nourishing soup. You all donated so much S-rank pheromone today; you need to replenish yourselves properly… And Little Yuan too—how can you not eat properly?”
By custom, the elders should have occupied the head seat, but Yuan Shiyuan was firmly placed in the center. To his left sat Yuan Xing and her husband, and to his right, Yu Jiao and her husband, sandwiching him between the two families.
Though he had called them “Mom” and “Dad” earlier, Yuan Shiyuan still felt a little awkward. Faced with his biological parents constantly offering him food and showering him with concern, he straightened his back, pressed his knees together, and sat like a shy, well-behaved child.
“Thank you,” Yuan Shiyuan paused, then added in a softer voice, “Mom.”
Yu Jiao had waited nineteen long years to hear that word.
“Everyone, let’s eat before the food gets cold,” Yuan Xing said, handing Yu Jiao a tissue. “It’s Little Yuan’s birthday today, so let’s celebrate with a family reunion dinner.”
“By the way, what’s Little Yuan’s exact birthday?” Yu Jiao asked.
“Little Yuan was born at 5:20 AM on October 10th,” Yu Jiao replied. “Technically, he’s still under nineteen… but no matter. From now on, you’ll have two birthdays—we’ll celebrate both!”
“Two birthdays? We’ll celebrate them both for you,” Auntie chimed in, her voice warm and full of affection.
Yuan Shiyuan sat upright, his toes unconsciously tapping the floor. He nodded slightly and lowered his head to focus on his meal.
He maintained a reserved and bashful demeanor, yet the relaxed curve of his brows and the slight upturn of his lips betrayed his excellent mood.
Across the table, Bo Jin and the others remained silent. After all, today was Yuan Shiyuan’s day, and he was here with his family.
Suddenly, Yu Jiao glanced at Pei Yanbing’s expressionless face and recalled something. “It’s quite a coincidence that you’re in the same group as Xiao Pei… He even held you at your hundred-day banquet.”
Held him as a child? The thought struck Yuan Shiyuan as indescribably strange.
Yuan Shiyuan blinked, and Pei Yanbing’s gaze suddenly snapped up, locking eyes with him across the table.
“I don’t remember,” Pei Yanbing said.
“It would be strange if you did.”
Yu Jiao pulled out her phone and began scrolling through her photo album. She had carefully saved every picture of Yuan Shiyuan from when he was a child.
She found the photos and showed them to everyone. “Little Pei was so young back then, and he was terrified of holding you, afraid he’d drop you. You were such a mischievous baby! Knowing your Big Brother was scared, you would deliberately reach out to tug at him, bite his cheek, and cover his face in drool.”
Even Pei Yanbing himself had no memory of this incident, and no one had ever told him about it before, likely because he was too young at the time.
In the video, a snow baby sculpted from ice clung tightly to a stoic little boy. When the baby bit his cheek, a rare look of panic flashed across the boy’s face, yet he still rigidly held on, afraid to let go.
Despite having adults helping to support him, he remained worried about dropping the infant.
The others gathered around, and Jiang Heng even secretly snapped a close-up photo of baby Yuan Shiyuan.
“Could you play it again?” Bo Jin politely requested. “I’d like to take a few pictures too, to keep as mementos.”
Yuan Shiyuan was bewildered. Why would anyone want to keep pictures of him as a baby as mementos?
“Why take photos? I can just send them to you directly,” Yu Jiao said with a smile. “I have tons of pictures of Little Yuan when he was a baby—everyone loved taking pictures of him from the moment he was born.”
Newborns typically have wrinkled faces and blurry features, looking a bit like monkeys. But Yuan Shiyuan was different. Even as a newborn, he was strikingly beautiful. Though small in stature, his features were exquisitely refined, and the delivery nurses even said they had never seen such a handsome baby.
Yu Jiao pulled up several videos of Yuan Shiyuan holding a milk bottle in one hand while struggling to grab his own toes with the other. Yuan Shiyuan felt his ears grow warm as he heard Yuan Xing laughing beside him.
“We’ve never seen these before! Send us copies too!”
“Auntie, I want some too!” Yuan Shize immediately chimed in. The other Alphas lined up, waiting for their turn to receive the photos.
Things were quickly spiraling out of control.
Yu Jiao simply created a group chat and shared all the precious childhood photos of Yuan Shiyuan there.
Yuan Shiyuan unexpectedly met Bo Jin’s gaze and saw him carefully saving the photos as if they were priceless treasures. This reaction only made him feel even more inexplicably embarrassed.
His family wanted his baby photos, and he understood that. But what were Bo Jin and the others up to?
Soon, his baby pictures were being passed around like hotcakes. Even Yuan Shiyuan kept one for himself.
Looking at the photos of himself in the album, he felt a strange sense of detachment.
Many unfamiliar faces surrounded him, coaxing him to smile. His eyes crinkled with laughter, and his limbs flailed joyfully like an energetic kitten.
Though the videos were old, and the image quality blurred by time, the love they conveyed remained undimmed, growing only clearer with age.
Due to work commitments, Yuan Shiyuan and the others couldn’t drink alcohol. However, the elders, buoyed by the festive mood, indulged in a few sips.
Unable to drive themselves, Father Yu immediately called for a driver and arranged for transportation to take Yuan Shiyuan and his group back to the company.
Bo Jin immediately offered respectfully, “Uncle, I’m driving and haven’t touched a drop of alcohol. I can take Shiyuan back later.”
Father Yu glanced at him, thinking that Yuan Shiyuan would likely prefer a familiar driver. He nodded in agreement. “That would be good. Thank you for the trouble.”
“It’s no trouble at all,” Bo Jin replied politely.
Bo Jin and the others tactfully excused themselves to allow Yuan Shiyuan some private time with his family.
“We’ll wait for you in the car,” he said. “Take your time, no need to rush.”
As soon as they left, Yu Jiao immediately said, “Little Yuan, we all know now that you’re actually an Omega… But is it really okay for you to be in this boy group? They’re all Alphas, and S-rank ones at that!”
It seemed Yuan Xing had already told them everything.
Yuan Shiyuan reassured them, “It’s really okay. I won’t be affected by their pheromones.”
If anything, it was he who couldn’t resist craving their pheromones…
Yuan Shiyuan coughed awkwardly, adding, “The doctor said my pheromone level is extremely high, estimated to be at least 3S-rank. So you don’t have to worry—nothing unexpected will happen when I’m with them. I’m perfectly safe.”
Yu Jiao remained worried, exchanging a glance with her husband.
They had originally planned to terminate his contract if necessary. Yuan Shiyuan’s sudden differentiation was something no one could have predicted. If the company refused to release him, they would sue.
But seeing Yuan Shiyuan’s attitude, it seemed he genuinely loved his career and cherished his S-rank teammates.
Though still anxious, they ultimately chose to support their child’s ambitions and choices.
“They’ve treated you well; they’re worth getting to know,” Father Yu said, his tone softening. “The doctor said you needed S-rank pheromones, and they didn’t even ask why—they just went straight to get their blood drawn.”
Father Yuan nodded in agreement. “When Little Yuan first differentiated, they were all so proactive. These Alphas really are commendable.”
During Yuan Shiyuan’s crisis, they had stepped forward without hesitation. That alone made it difficult to harbor any ill will toward them.
“Even if their pheromones don’t affect you, still be careful and maintain proper boundaries,” Yu Jiao cautioned, still worried. “Absolutely don’t let them take advantage of you.”
At this, Yuan Shize hesitated. He had once witnessed Jiang Heng and Yuan Shiyuan engaging in intimate acts at home… yet his brother had dismissed it as “practice.”
Judging by his brother’s casual attitude, they must have been “practicing” quite a bit in private.
Seeing his elders’ favorable impression of the Scepter members, Yuan Shize briefly considered speaking up, but fearing his brother’s anger, he ultimately chose silence.
He knew his brother still clung to Alpha-centric thinking, completely oblivious to the concept of being taken advantage of in a relationship with an Alpha.
It was precisely because of this that Yuan Shiyuan tacitly allowed his younger brother’s closeness.
Yuan Shiyuan helped his family into the car, but noticed Yuan Shize lingering behind, gazing at him from a short distance with a complex, downcast expression.
He stepped forward and embraced his younger brother. “What’s wrong? Why so glum?”
“I’m not glum. Brother, I’m really happy for you. I truly am.”
Yuan Shize clung tightly to his brother, nuzzling into the crook of his neck and taking a deep sniff. “I’m just a little worried…” he mumbled.
“Worried?”
Yuan Shize had always resented others vying for his brother’s attention, especially those clingy cousins and relatives who seemed determined to monopolize his time. But today, he suddenly realized that his brother’s biological family included many peers and younger relatives.
His brother would have many younger siblings in the future.
And they would be bound by blood.
Unlike him, who not only shared no blood relation with his brother but wasn’t even listed on the same household register…
Fear crept in, and Yuan Shize tightened his grip. “Brother, will you still love me in the future?”
“Of course I will.”
Yuan Shiyuan smiled, returning the embrace without hesitation. He wrapped his arms around his brother’s waist and gently stroked the back of Yuan Shize’s head. “You’re my brother. No matter what happens, that will never change.”
“I’ll always love you.”
Yuan Shize’s face suddenly lit up, then slowly dimmed again. He had grown noticeably taller recently, his adolescent shoulders broadening, now easily able to wrap his entire brother in his arms.
“No matter what, you’ll always love me, right?” he murmured. “Even if I did something terrible—something you couldn’t possibly accept?”
Yuan Shiyuan raised an eyebrow and smiled. “You’re my brother, the one I’ve watched grow up. What terrible thing could you possibly do? Don’t I know you better than that?”
The “terrible things” Yuan Shize was referring to were nothing more than being overly clingy or, driven by insecurity, building nests out of Yuan Shiyuan’s clothes. Were those really so terrible?
Yuan Shiyuan understood that his younger brother feared being distanced after he reunited with his biological parents, and he knew how insecure Yuan Shize had always been. So he let his brother nuzzle into the crook of his neck, drawing comfort from his presence.
Meanwhile, he gently patted Yuan Shize’s back, indulgently reassuring him, “Even if you did something terrible, I’ll always love you.”
When Yuan Shiyuan returned to the car, Bo Jin was already behind the wheel, while Jiang Heng and Pei Yanbing sat in the back, flanking an empty middle seat that seemed to have been deliberately left for him.
Seeing him approach, both men seemed ready to get out and offer him the space. Annoyed by the fuss, he simply opened the front passenger door and slid into the seat.
Jiang Heng and Pei Yanbing, who had already opened their car doors, froze on either side, their silence stretching as they wordlessly closed their doors.
Bo Jin glanced at Yuan Shiyuan in the passenger seat. “Have your parents left?”
“Yeah!” Yuan Shiyuan adjusted his seat, curling up completely relaxed. “Should we practice the dance when we get back?”
“It’s getting late, and you haven’t fully recovered yet,” Jiang Heng said from the back seat. “Let’s do it tomorrow. Get some rest tonight.”
“Alright.”
Yuan Shiyuan didn’t feel like he hadn’t fully recovered. Perhaps because he was in such a good mood, his body felt comfortable and full of energy.
As his favorite music played in the car, he was about to doze off when a sudden, intense heat surged through his lower abdomen, followed by violent cramps deep within.
Yuan Shiyuan instinctively pressed his hand against his stomach, almost gasping aloud.
“What’s wrong?” Bo Jin noticed the change immediately.
“Nothing,” Yuan Shiyuan brushed it off. “Probably just ate too much. Indigestion.”
Just then, Yuan Shiyuan’s phone vibrated.
Pei Yanbing: The piano just arrived.
Pei Yanbing: Happy birthday.
Pei Yanbing sent a photo: a pristine white Steinway grand piano, freshly installed, stood silently in the center of the music room. Yuan Shiyuan recognized it instantly as a Spirio R series, customized with Pei Yanbing’s touch—the edge was engraved with “YUAN,” marking it as his exclusive possession.
Yuan Shiyuan: !!!
Yuan Shiyuan: Captain, I love you so much!!!
No one could resist the allure of a Steinway, least of all Yuan Shiyuan. The piano in the photo was elegant and pure, every line radiating exquisite artistic beauty.
Pei Yanbing: It was supposed to arrive yesterday via international transport, but there was a slight delay. I’m sorry your birthday gift is late.
Yuan Shiyuan surreptitiously glanced at Pei Yanbing in the back seat, his head bent in concentration as he typed, word by word. The Alpha was completely unaware of Yuan Shiyuan’s gaze, focused entirely on the screen.
Yuan Shiyuan quietly looked away, his fingers flying across the keyboard: No need to apologize, Captain! I absolutely adore it! I love it so, so much!
Yuan Shiyuan: I’m so happy today.
Whether it was the thoughtful gifts from friends, the birthday wishes sent all the way from abroad, or reuniting with his biological parents—everything that had happened recently filled him with overwhelming happiness and contentment.
At that moment, he was probably the happiest person in the world.
Yuan Shiyuan’s direct and fervent expressions of affection left Pei Yanbing somewhat flustered.
His status repeatedly flashed Typing…, but the words he typed were deleted again and again.
Finally, Pei Yanbing sent: Want to try it out in the music room tonight?
He added: It’s just being stored there temporarily. Give me your home address later, and I’ll have someone deliver it.
Pei Yanbing wanted to surprise Yuan Shiyuan, so naturally, he couldn’t ask for his address beforehand.
Besides, a home address was private. He was just a nobody—why would Yuan Shiyuan give it to him? And what right did he have to ask for it?
Yuan Shiyuan: Captain, let me go back and unwrap the gifts from my parents first, then I’ll head straight to the music room to find you!
Pei Yanbing: I’ll be waiting.
The first thing Yuan Shiyuan did upon returning to his dormitory was eagerly tear open the four gift boxes.
Not knowing which gift came from whom, he opened them randomly.
The first gift was a jade leaf, its verdant hue so lush it seemed to drip with dew, resting quietly on a bed of velvet. A greeting card featured a playful family portrait of four, with the corner inscribed: “Happy Birthday, our Little Yuanbao, our precious golden branch and jade leaf!”
The second gift was a set of office building keys.
The third gift was a thick stack of insurance policies. Yuan Shiyuan quickly calculated that these policies alone would net him eight figures annually.
The fourth gift, nestled in an emerald green box, was a subtly luxurious watch…
Though the gifts were unsigned, Yuan Shiyuan could roughly guess who each was from. Each gift represented the love and care of his family.
He carefully stowed the gifts away in the deepest recesses of his cabinet, then pulled out his mobile phone to thank his family members one by one.
“Thank you, Mom. Thank you, Dad.”
“I love you both!”
Yuan Shiyuan lived in a family brimming with love, and he never hesitated to express his own affection.
His messages received immediate replies. He sprawled on the small sofa in his dormitory, the screen’s glow illuminating his face. His smiling eyes crinkled at the corners, and his lips curved into a soft smile as he hummed a tune.
Bo Jin, who had been silently watching him from the side, found his own features softening unconsciously.
As long as Yuan Shiyuan is happy.
After finishing his messages, Yuan Shiyuan reluctantly put his phone away. Only then did he notice Bo Jin had returned to the dorm and had been standing nearby for who knew how long.
He immediately rushed to Bo Jin and wrapped his arms around him.
The Alpha instinctively pulled him into a warm embrace, his large hand gently stroking the back of Yuan Shiyuan’s neck. “Happy?”
“So happy,” Yuan Shiyuan replied, then repeated, “I’m really, really happy today.”
Yuan Shiyuan had said “happy” countless times today, yet it still didn’t seem enough.
“If you’re happy, I’m happy too,” Bo Jin said with a smile, gently ruffling the back of Yuan Shiyuan’s head.
Yuan Shiyuan smiled back.
The Alpha’s embrace was warm and solid, enveloping him perfectly. He nuzzled against the Alpha’s neck, savoring the comfort before quietly withdrawing.
“Going out this late?”
“I’m just heading to the music room—I’ll be right back!”
Yuan Shiyuan’s footsteps were light and brisk as he walked toward the music room, unconsciously humming a cheerful tune.
He hadn’t gone far when a wave of heat surged through his lower abdomen, followed by a familiar pang of hunger.
He was craving S-rank pheromones again.
Yuan Shiyuan recognized this craving well and took it in stride. Fortunately, he was heading to the music room, where he could ask Pei Yanbing for relief.
But before he reached the music room, he unexpectedly ran into Jiang Heng.
Jiang Heng’s dark hair was disheveled, his breathing heavy and erratic, and his entire being radiated a barely suppressed agitation.
A faint, foreign pheromone clung to Jiang Heng’s body—an Omega’s scent, not his own.
“Are you allergic to Omega pheromones?” Yuan Shiyuan guessed immediately.
Jiang Heng clutched Yuan Shiyuan tightly, burying his feverish face in the crook of Yuan Shiyuan’s neck, gasping for breath.
“Mm,” he managed after a pause. “Near the company… I encountered an Omega without a barrier patch. I happen to be allergic to that particular pheromone…”
To make matters worse, Jiang Heng had just finished his allergy medication.
“Do you have any left in your dormitory?” Yuan Shiyuan asked. At Jiang Heng’s nod, he said, “I’ll take you back.”
Though Yuan Shiyuan was ostensibly supporting Jiang Heng, the vast difference in their physiques meant that the journey felt more like Jiang Heng half-carrying and half-embracing him, practically dragging him back to the dormitory.
By the time Yuan Shiyuan found the allergy medicine, Jiang Heng had collapsed on the bed, barely conscious, his face and neck drenched in sweat from the agony.
Yuan Shiyuan rushed to administer the medication, only to find Jiang Heng uncooperative. His thin lips were pressed into a tight line, his brow furrowed, and he refused to swallow.
Left with no other choice, he resorted to the most old-fashioned method. He first placed the pill between his teeth, then reached out to steady the Alpha’s nape, lowering his head to press his lips against Jiang Heng’s.
The instant their lips touched, Jiang Heng’s mouth unconsciously parted. Yuan Shiyuan gently nudged the pill into the Alpha’s mouth with the tip of his tongue.
“Swallow,” Yuan Shiyuan ordered, gripping Jiang Heng’s neck and forcibly lifting him up. “Will one be enough?”
One seemed to suffice. The medication acted swiftly; clarity gradually returned to Jiang Heng’s eyes. But when he saw Yuan Shiyuan straddling him, his clothes disheveled and his full lips glistening wetly, his mind went blank once more.
“Jiang Heng?” Yuan Shiyuan called out again, thinking Jiang Heng was still disoriented.
“Hmm,” Jiang Heng responded this time, his voice clear and lucid. He suddenly gripped Yuan Shiyuan’s waist, tentatively biting that full lower lip, his rough tongue meticulously licking the wet, glistening flesh before plunging into Yuan Shiyuan’s mouth, greedily devouring his soft tongue.
“Mmm… no… don’t…”
Yuan Shiyuan verbally resisted, but his body didn’t pull away. His tongue being devoured, he mumbled indistinctly, “Not right now… I’m a bit sensitive right now. If we kiss, I might lose control…”
“I’ll want it badly…”
The overwhelming Cabernet Sauvignon pheromone flooded the air.
As if sensing Yuan Shiyuan’s desires, Jiang Heng immediately complied, generously granting what he craved.
“Like this?” Jiang Heng murmured. “Can I keep kissing you?”
While speaking, the Alpha’s tongue explored Yuan Shiyuan’s mouth and palate, his thick tongue wrapped around Yuan Shiyuan’s tongue, drawing out a soft, wet sound.
“Mmm…”
The sensation of his tongue being held and sucked left Yuan Shiyuan’s entire body tingling with a mix of numbness and itchiness, a heat surging through his lower abdomen. Yuan Shiyuan’s brows furrowed deeply, his face flushed. He had been planning to find Pei Yanbing for release anyway, so meeting Jiang Heng first made little difference. Except…
“Don’t just kiss me…” He pressed his knees together, grinding slightly, then hooked his leg around the Alpha’s, moaning incoherently as he urged him on.
Yuan Shiyuan’s amber eyes, brimming with moisture, gazed up at Jiang Heng, filled with an unmistakable longing. Jiang Heng instantly understood what Yuan Shiyuan wanted.
“Mmh,” Jiang Heng murmured in agreement, scooping Yuan Shiyuan into his arms and carrying him to the floor. As soon as Yuan Shiyuan’s feet touched the ground, Jiang Heng pressed his lips against Yuan Shiyuan’s, deepening the kiss with insatiable fervor. His thick tongue plunged between Yuan Shiyuan’s slender lips, relentlessly licking and exploring.
As Yuan Shiyuan lowered his head, he saw the Alpha’s large hand clamped firmly around him, as if afraid he might escape, pinning him in his arms, leaving him no choice but to endure the kiss. Tears streamed down his face, blurring his vision as they dripped onto the floor.
At some point, the Alpha’s kiss shifted, and Yuan Shiyuan gasped for breath, his lips parting slightly. A trail of saliva escaped the corner of his mouth, leaving a glistening mark on his skin.
“Hah… hah… Ah…”
So good…
Yuan Shiyuan could barely stand, his calves trembling weakly. As the Alpha’s tongue plunged deeper, the kiss reached an unprecedented intensity.
His cheeks flushed crimson, his eyes shimmered with tears, and his entire body was drenched in sweat. Beads of perspiration slid down his legs, dripping onto the floor in a steady rhythm.
Suddenly, Yuan Shiyuan clutched his stomach, his eyes rolling upward almost imperceptibly, and he lost control of his body, falling backward…
He accidentally sat on the Alpha’s face.
To prevent Yuan Shiyuan from falling, Jiang Heng gripped his waist firmly with one free hand, steadying him and preventing him from sliding off.
At the same time, Jiang Heng’s breathing became labored as Yuan Shiyuan’s weight pressed down on his nose and mouth, his prominent nose almost completely flattened.
Occasionally, a sheen of moisture would appear on the bridge of his nose, and a thin, silvery line of water stretched from the tip to Xiao Xue’s flushed cheek.
Author’s Note:
I’m posting this extra chapter early, though it’s still a bit short and needs more content. I’ll add the rest later. 💛💛
I’ve seen some readers asking about Yuan’s first time. It’s coming soon! Here’s the current plan: Brother Zhu Ma will handle the first 0.3 of it, the captain will add another 0.2, then Brother Huo will go all the way to 1, and Corn Silk will seamlessly take over…
This description might sound a bit abstract, but that’s the plan for now. Things might change along the way (though corn sausage will definitely be at the bottom of the hierarchy). 😎