Pretending to Be an Alpha in an All-Alpha Boy Band - Chapter 111

Chapter 111: Omega Instinct 

Jiang Heng’s expression was one of utter astonishment.

But seeing Yuan Shiyuan’s dazed expression, still not fully recovered, his eyes glazed over, Jiang Heng could guess that he wasn’t thinking clearly, his words mumbled and utterly devoid of careful consideration.

This stark contrast to his usual demeanor—so utterly different, yet so extraordinarily alluring—filled the Alpha with exhilaration.

Jiang Heng lowered his head to inhale the scent of Yuan Shiyuan’s hair, its familiar sweetness now completely saturated with his own pheromones. This illusion of absolute possession of Yuan Shiyuan filled him with overwhelming satisfaction.

He meticulously licked away the tears at the corners of Yuan Shiyuan’s eyes and the saliva at the corners of his lips, then wrapped his arms tightly around Yuan Shiyuan’s chest, pinning him against his body.

The Alpha savored this moment of tender intimacy to the fullest, but Yuan Shiyuan, now sated, found him a little too clingy.

However, pushing the Alpha away immediately after using him felt a bit heartless… After a moment’s contemplation, Yuan Shiyuan decided to let the Alpha hold him.

Go ahead and hug me, whatever. You’ve already had your fun.

It was at this moment that Yuan Shiyuan truly understood: all the previous kissing, the tool’s silent probing, the… intimacy—it all paled in comparison to this current sense of fullness.

The doctor was right, after all.

But the hardware of an S-rank alpha was simply too formidable. Even Yuan Shiyuan, with his voracious appetite, dared not overindulge. Even with Jiang Heng, he only allowed one-third of his shaft inside; the remaining two-thirds, however unwilling the Alpha was to be kept waiting, had to remain outside.

Yuan Shiyuan reached down to check, his brow furrowing slightly. He glanced down and muttered, “Did you sneak in more than you were supposed to?”

Doesn’t it look like more than a third…?

“Almost halfway…?”

Yuan Shiyuan measured with his hand, roughly estimating. Not quite half, but definitely more than a third… No wonder I’m so wrecked and feeling this scalp-tingling terror.

This was partly due to Jiang Heng’s naturally curved anatomy, which allowed him to effortlessly attend to every detail.

Yuan Shiyuan felt the Alpha’s scorching warmth against his back, a large hand slipping under his arm to press against his collarbone.

Jiang Heng buried his face in the crook of Yuan Shiyuan’s neck, his large hand gently kneading as he murmured huskily, “Little Yuan.”

“Is… what we’re doing…?” He paused, his ears flushing crimson as he groped for the right words.

Yuan Shiyuan leaned lazily into his embrace, his tone equally casual. “It’s fine. Don’t feel guilty. You’re internally marked, but you took the pill, right? I can’t get pregnant anyway.”

“……”

The joy that had just bloomed on Jiang Heng’s face withered instantly. “So that’s why you made me take it. You always carry… contraceptive pills with you?”

“Of course. What if I got knocked up?” Yuan Shiyuan closed his eyes, his voice unapologetic. “Good thing I brought the pill today. Otherwise, this would have been a disaster.”

Jiang Heng silently buried his face deeper into Yuan Shiyuan’s neck, his large hand gently resting on Yuan Shiyuan’s lower abdomen.

Due to the excessive intake of S-rank pheromone and the fact that Jiang Heng had only reached about a third of the way inside, Yuan Shiyuan’s digestion process was unusually slow.

It was only now that Yuan Shiyuan understood why the doctor had recommended a longer one. The greater the length, the deeper it could penetrate, delivering the S-rank pheromone to the innermost depths for maximum effect.

Still… with the Alpha’s help blocking the exit, things weren’t so bad. At least it wouldn’t spill everywhere and make a mess. He could digest it slowly.

Yuan Shiyuan closed his eyes and pondered. If he had to name the longest Citrus Lobe member he’d seen, Bo Jin would definitely take the top spot.

But it didn’t matter. He had no intention of using Bo Jin’s. With his mixed-blood heritage and S-rank Alpha status, Bo Jin’s capabilities were practically superhuman. He had no desire to end up half-dead from such an encounter.

“How does it feel to lose your virginity?” Yuan Shiyuan suddenly asked.

“I liked it,” Jiang Heng murmured, nuzzling Yuan Shiyuan’s nose. When their eyes met, a faint blush crept up Jiang Heng’s ears.

Despite having shared such intimacy, they still felt bashful during casual eye contact.

The Alpha lowered his head, their foreheads touching. In a hushed, earnest tone, he repeated, “…I like you.”

Yuan Shiyuan’s fingers curled, grasping at empty air. His ears also flushed crimson, and his gaze darted away awkwardly.

“We’re brothers. There’s no need for such talk…” He shook his pink-tipped ears and muttered under his breath, “Thank you for the pheromone. I really like it.”

“It was always meant for you.”

“What?” Yuan Shiyuan didn’t immediately understand, unsure if Jiang Heng was referring to his virginity or his pheromone.

Jiang Heng didn’t clarify, leaving his words deliberately ambiguous: “If not you, who else would I give it to?”

An inappropriate thought flashed through Yuan Shiyuan’s mind—the doctor’s words about “brothers copulating.”

He burst into a coughing fit, feeling inexplicably awkward and his face burning. He shoved Jiang Heng’s face away. “Enough with the mushy stuff… Wait!”

Yuan Shiyuan abruptly grabbed his phone and checked the time—over an hour had passed!

During that time, Pei Yanbing had sent him three messages, each spaced about half an hour apart.

As if afraid of disturbing him, Pei Yanbing hadn’t dared send more.

Yuan Shiyuan’s thoughts drifted back to the pure white Steinway piano, a tickling sensation at the edge of his heart.

He noticed Jiang Heng had mostly cleaned him up. Though his lower abdomen still bulged slightly, it wasn’t a major problem. He just needed to clean the surface; the rest…

He’ll take care of it himself.

Just let time do its work. It’ll slowly absorb and digest.

When Yuan Shiyuan pulled away from Jiang Heng’s embrace, without the Alpha’s help, a small amount of his pheromone slowly leaked out, clinging to Jiang Heng’s body.

Jiang Heng watched the crimson and ivory scene, his Adam’s apple bobbing violently. Wordlessly, he reached for a wet wipe and thoroughly wiped away Yuan Shiyuan’s sticky sweat.

“Are you leaving already?” His low, husky voice carried a hint of barely perceptible pleading. “Can’t you stay a little longer?”

Yuan Shiyuan glanced back at him, considered for a moment, then leaned in to kiss his cheek. “I really can’t today. Maybe next time.”

“I still need to meet with the captain. Pei Yanbing’s piano gift really hit the mark. I absolutely have to see him tonight.”

Jiang Heng’s expression froze. The joy he’d felt from their intimate moment instantly vanished, replaced by a heavy, brooding mood.

Silently, he straightened Yuan Shiyuan’s clothes, watching as Yuan Shiyuan turned to leave. Knowing full well that Yuan Shiyuan was going to see another Alpha, he still took a masochistic step forward and asked hoarsely, “Let me take you there… okay?”

At least let me have a small part in this.

But he was refused again.

“No need, no need. You must be tired from earlier. Get some rest.”

Yuan Shiyuan brushed him off casually, turning without a backward glance and striding purposefully toward the music room.

He completely failed to notice the restrained anguish on the dark-haired Alpha’s face behind him. The expression was like that of a cuckolded husband, too ashamed to protest, powerless to keep even his wife.

Yuan Shiyuan was eager to reach his Steinway piano. He initially wanted to run, but he suddenly realized that Jiang Heng’s pheromone hadn’t penetrated deeply enough. Any vigorous movement could easily cause some of them to leak.

Forced to slow his pace, Yuan Shiyuan meticulously pinched the fabric around his pheromone-infused spot, determined not to waste a drop of Jiang Heng’s hard-earned efforts. He sent a voice message to Pei Yanbing:

“Captain, I’m here!”

Yuan Shiyuan’s voice still carried the lingering dampness and huskiness characteristic of post-coital intimacy. The closeness to the phone made his tone sound almost clingy. “Captain, are you still in the music room?”

Pei Yanbing replied instantly: I am.

A few seconds later, he sent another message: I’ve been waiting for you in the music room the whole time.

Just as Pei Yanbing sent the message, the music room door suddenly swung open.

He immediately looked toward the entrance and saw Yuan Shiyuan leaning against the doorframe, one hand braced against it. His light pink hair fluttered in the breeze, partially obscuring his eyes, yet the moonlight clearly illuminated his flushed, glistening face.

“Captain, have you been waiting long?” Yuan Shiyuan asked, his brows arching into a crescent moon smile.

“Not long,” Pei Yanbing replied, hastily rising to his feet. He stood rooted to the spot, unsure what to do, his hands clenched into tight fists at his sides. He repeated softly, “Not long.”

Yuan Shiyuan, however, could easily guess that Pei Yanbing had likely been waiting for quite a while—perhaps ever since he sent his first message.

It reminded him of when they first met. They had agreed to chat all night, but Yuan Shiyuan had fallen asleep. Pei Yanbing had waited alone by the chat window, all night long.

“I’m sorry, something unexpected came up,” Yuan Shiyuan said, tilting his damp, flushed face up to meet the Alpha’s gaze. “I didn’t mean to make you wait so long.”

Pei Yanbing stared at the face so close to his, momentarily lost in thought.

Was it his imagination, or did Yuan Shiyuan’s features seem unusually vibrant tonight? The corners of his eyes and the tip of his nose were tinged with a faint blush, and even his lips looked unusually swollen and red…

And then there was the scent of another Alpha’s pheromones clinging to Yuan Shiyuan—thick, undeniable, as if radiating from within. What had they been doing? How long had they been together for his scent to become so deeply ingrained?

Cabernet Sauvignon—it was Jiang Heng.

Pei Yanbing lowered his gaze, concealing the fleeting darkness in his eyes. So, while he had been waiting for Yuan Shiyuan’s reply, Yuan Shiyuan had been with Jiang Heng.

“Let’s check out the piano first.”

Pei Yanbing reached for Yuan Shiyuan’s hand. When Yuan Shiyuan didn’t resist, he began to walk. “I had your name custom-engraved here. If you don’t like the design…”

“I love it!”

Yuan Shiyuan gazed at the piano in awe. The real thing was even more breathtaking than the pictures. He turned and gave Pei Yanbing a tight hug. “I really, really love it!”

As a piano enthusiast, Yuan Shiyuan couldn’t resist a Steinway. Pei Yanbing’s gift had hit him right in the heart.

“Should we try it out together?”

“Okay.”

Yuan Shiyuan meant they would take turns playing.

Pei Yanbing misunderstood. He sat down on the bench first, then reached out his hand to Yuan Shiyuan.

Yuan Shiyuan blinked at him, then decided to play along. He placed his hand in the Alpha’s palm and settled into his lap.

The position was a little awkward, so Yuan Shiyuan shifted his weight slightly to get comfortable.

Unexpectedly, as he relaxed completely, a portion of Jiang Heng’s S-rank pheromone, which he had carefully suppressed, surged forth uncontrollably.

Sitting on Pei Yanbing’s lap, Yuan Shiyuan desperately tried to salvage the situation, but he had vastly underestimated the pheromone concentration.

The icy-cool sensation rapidly seeped through the thin fabric, dampening both their trousers.

A dense wave of Cabernet Sauvignon pheromones surged outward, followed by the restless stirring of another icy, dominant S-rank pheromone.

A visible flicker of shock crossed Pei Yanbing’s usually impassive face. “What is this…?”

Yuan Shiyuan had actually come to see him, carrying the Silent Night pheromone of another Alpha!

Sitting right here in his lap, his body saturated with another Alpha’s pheromones.

In the brief moment of Pei Yanbing’s astonishment, Yuan Shiyuan also felt a sudden, inexplicable panic grip him.

The doctor had been right—deeper penetration was indeed necessary for better absorption, and to prevent any leakage of the pheromones…

He only allowed Jiang Heng to penetrate one-third of the way. Although most of the pheromones had been delivered deep inside for absorption, some remained trapped outside, unable to be properly digested.

As a result of the partial release, his lower abdomen had flattened considerably. He pressed a hand to his stomach, acutely aware of the lingering emptiness and dissatisfaction deep within.

How long has it been? And I’m already craving more? He realized with a sharp pang that after what had just happened…

His Omega instincts had been completely awakened.

“Captain…”

Another cold, intense pheromone filled the air, making Yuan Shiyuan’s hunger even more unbearable.

He reached out and gripped the fabric of Pei Yanbing’s chest, tilting his head back from where he lay cradled in the Alpha’s arms, his wet, bewildered eyes brimming with a silent invitation.

“…I think I want it again.”