Pretending to Be an Alpha in an All-Alpha Boy Band - Chapter 113

Chapter 113: Inlaying Beads

“So good…”

As if overwhelmed by excessive pleasure, Yuan Shiyuan clung limply to Bo Jin’s shoulder, mumbling incoherently. His soft body pressed defenselessly against Bo Jin’s, his Bluebell pheromones seeping out uncontrollably in wisps.

This scent acted like a key, unlocking Bo Jin’s nerves. His turbulent pheromones surged forth instantly, eager to entwine with Yuan Shiyuan’s.

Bo Jin’s breath grew ragged and feverish. Afflicted with Pheromone Mania Disorder, he was nearly driven into his susceptible period.

“Your pheromones…” Yuan Shiyuan suddenly spoke.

“I’m fine, don’t worry,” Bo Jin reassured him hoarsely, thinking Yuan Shiyuan was concerned about his susceptible period spiraling out of control. “I can control myself.”

“No,” Yuan Shiyuan nuzzled against Bo Jin like a small animal, sniffing him. “Your pheromones… smell so good…”

“Warm… so comfortable.” He paused, then mumbled vaguely as if chilled by the pheromones within him, “The captain’s are so cold…”

“……”

By the time they reached the dormitory, Bo Jin’s restraint had reached its breaking point.

Bo Jin yanked open Yuan Shiyuan’s loose coat, pinning him across his lap with a swift motion, palm poised downward.

Slap!

!!

Yuan Shiyuan, still groggy, jolted awake, nearly leaping up at the sudden impact.

He’d thought it was over, but the searing palm continued its relentless assault. The smooth, plump flesh dimpled slightly under each strike, then sprang back resiliently, leaving fleeting arcs of pink across his skin.

“What are you doing?!” Yuan Shiyuan protested, his cheek pressed against the bed, twisting his head in disbelief.

Seeing Yuan Shiyuan’s extreme reaction, Bo Jin initially assumed he’d hit him too hard. But then he reconsidered: his strikes were light—far gentler than the force Pei Yanbing had used when he’d rammed into him.

The faint marks on Yuan Shiyuan’s originally pristine skin had all been left by the other Alpha’s rough handling. Bo Jin, by contrast, hadn’t even left a fingerprint.

Flipping Yuan Shiyuan over, Bo Jin found him biting down on his fingers, his flushed face filled with shock, his eyes glistening with unshed tears.

It was unmistakably an expression of utter humiliation.

“So, Pei Yanbing can do it, but I can’t?” Bo Jin pulled Yuan Shiyuan into a front-facing embrace, his voice dripping with unconcealed bitterness.

“That’s not the same!” Yuan Shiyuan trembled with shame. “I can handle it, but… I can’t take it from you!”

Bo Jin fell silent for a moment, unsure whether to be astonished or delighted.

He swiftly seized on the key information: “You mean… you can handle me?”

“Yes… no.” Yuan Shiyuan blurted out before quickly shaking his head in denial. “You’re too big. I’m scared.”

Bo Jin froze, then raised an eyebrow. Well, Yuan Shiyuan has seen me before.

He decided to take it as a compliment.

The handkerchief was already soaked through. Bo Jin deliberately pulled it out slightly, then pushed it back in deeper.

Yuan Shiyuan buried his face in the Alpha’s shoulder, trembling. “Ugh…”

Bo Jin savored Yuan Shiyuan’s complete dependence in that moment. He gently gripped Yuan Shiyuan’s waist until his fingers left an imprint, then relaxed, completely satisfied.

“Still crying,” he murmured, his other hand gliding to Yuan Shiyuan’s belly. “Look, your stomach’s already swollen.”

Beneath his palm, the distinct round curve bulged. Bo Jin should have been furious, but he couldn’t deny it: Yuan Shiyuan looked… undeniably erotic right now.

He had never seen Yuan Shiyuan like this before.

“You’ve been hiding this from me all along,” Bo Jin said, gripping Yuan Shiyuan with mock ferocity. “If I hadn’t discovered it today, how long would you have kept it a secret?”

“I was just afraid you’d find out…”

Yuan Shiyuan didn’t dare move. After observing for a moment, he realized Bo Jin was just holding him, not hitting him, and gradually relaxed.

He pressed his head against the Alpha’s shoulder, his voice muffled. “Didn’t you say you didn’t like Omegas?”

“I also said I didn’t like Alphas or Betas,” Bo Jin retorted, genuinely puzzled. “I hate everyone equally. Why do you only remember that one line?”

“You’re different.”

Yuan Shiyuan asked, “How am I different?”

“Because you’re Yuan Shiyuan.” Bo Jin tightened his grip. “That’s why you’re different.”

Yuan Shiyuan froze for a moment, his cheek unconsciously brushing against the Alpha’s shoulder. “Oh…”

“So I really can’t do it?” Bo Jin seized the opportunity to ask again. “But they can?”

“You’re too big! Of course you can’t!” Yuan Shiyuan snapped, then quickly added, “It feels so good… Never mind, you wouldn’t understand anyway.”

“Virgin,” Bo Jin taunted, a hint of smugness in his voice.

Bo Jin gripped Yuan Shiyuan’s waist, pulling him onto his lap to sit face-to-face. His palm gently caressed the hollow of Yuan Shiyuan’s lower back, his fingertips tracing the vivid crimson mole there.

“So you just… helped them all lose their virginity, one by one?” He could detect at least two Alpha pheromones clinging to Yuan Shiyuan’s skin, proving Pei Yanbing wasn’t the only one.

Unbeknownst to him, the seemingly innocent and obedient boy he thought he knew had already been intimate with countless Alphas.

“What kind of way is that to put it? I’m just… taking in pheromones. It’s different,” Yuan Shiyuan stammered, momentarily at a loss for a better term.

Bo Jin knew all too well that Yuan Shiyuan desperately needed S-rank pheromones.

Both times Yuan Shiyuan had been hospitalized, doctors had explicitly stated that he required large doses of highly concentrated S-rank pheromones, the fresher the better.

Having suffered from Pheromone Mania Disorder since childhood, Bo Jin was well-versed in pheromone-related matters. A suspicion took root in his mind: “Have you always been an Omega?”

Had Yuan Shiyuan been masquerading as an Omega to join the boy group, or had he only differentiated later?

The difference between the two was vast. If it were the former, he would merely need Alpha pheromones to suppress his heat period and conceal his gender. But if it were the latter… his current physical condition was likely far from optimal.

Yuan Shiyuan didn’t know how to explain.

“I used to be an Alpha, but the doctor said I was supposed to differentiate into an Omega. That was just pseudo-differentiation,” he said. “I guess I developed later than most?”

“Come on.”

“Huh?”

“I’m taking you to see a doctor.”

“No, no! I’ve already seen a doctor!” Yuan Shiyuan clung to Bo Jin, his chest pressed against the Alpha’s arm. “I really have! Several times!”

“The doctor said all my physical metrics are excellent, and my differentiated Level is very high too. If I had to say what’s lacking, it would be S-rank pheromones.”

“And… well…” He hesitated, his voice dropping to a whisper. “I might need… special methods to get through the heat periods that have been building up for years.”

“Special methods? Like what we just did?” Bo Jin understood. “So, you need an Alpha to inject S-rank pheromones deep inside you?”

After saying that, he suddenly chuckled coldly, as if struck by a dark thought.

He knew Pei Yanbing wasn’t as simple as he appeared. Beneath that cool, detached demeanor and apparent indifference to worldly affairs, he had brazenly established a deep pheromone connection with Yuan Shiyuan right before his eyes.

Yuan Shiyuan nodded. “The doctor said this level of pheromone exchange is the deepest and most effective for calming my heat period.”

“It’s mainly because my compatibility with both of you is so high.”

Bo Jin frowned. “With us?”

“During the pheromone testing, the machine automatically calculated our compatibility,” Yuan Shiyuan explained. “Our compatibility scores were all 100%.”

After a long silence, Bo Jin finally said, “No wonder.”

No wonder every time he smelled Yuan Shiyuan’s scent, his agitation noticeably calmed, only to be followed by an even more intense longing.

The doctor had repeatedly recommended using high-compatibility Omega pheromones to alleviate his Pheromone Mania Disorder, but Bo Jin believed such measures would only erode his willpower. He refused to use even synthetic Omega pheromones.

Yet here was Yuan Shiyuan, whom he spent every day with, having a 100% compatibility rate with him…

Bo Jin reached out and brushed aside Yuan Shiyuan’s forehead bangs, noticing the pink strands were damp with sweat. He grabbed a hairpin from the bedside and carefully clipped the pink hair to the side.

“What’s there to hide? You just differentiated into an Omega. What are you so afraid of? I’m not going to hit you or anything.” As he spoke, Bo Jin’s palm covered Yuan Shiyuan’s smooth, rounded abdomen, kneading gently.

“Want me to help you expel it?”

By sheer coincidence, Bo Jin’s kneading landed precisely over Yuan Shiyuan’s reproductive cavity.

Yuan Shiyuan’s eyes narrowed slightly. He clutched weakly at Bo Jin’s sleeve, gasped, and said, “No need. I’ll digest it slowly.”

He can digest it himself?

Looking again at Yuan Shiyuan’s abdomen, Bo Jin noticed it was indeed noticeably flatter. He had initially assumed there had been a leak, but with the silk scarf firmly in place, how could it have emptied so quickly?

So Yuan Shiyuan is digesting and absorbing it bit by bit.

“Giving away temporary marks so casually,” Bo Jin said, his tone unreadable. “Do you even know that Omegas can only give one temporary mark at a time?”

Does he like Pei Yanbing that much? So much that he’d willingly give away his precious temporary mark?

“I didn’t,” Yuan Shiyuan said, leaning in and casually biting Bo Jin, marking him on the spot.

Yuan Shiyuan’s movements were swift and practiced, leaving Bo Jin no time to react.

The intense fragrance instantly calmed Bo Jin’s agitated pheromones, granting him an unprecedented sense of peace and contentment. He embraced Yuan Shiyuan tightly, gasping, “You…”

Caught off guard, Yuan Shiyuan carefully shifted away. “See?” he said. “I can mark you even after marking the captain.”

Noticing the Alpha’s heavy breathing and intense gaze, he quickly added, “Don’t worry, I can erase it. I’ll do it right now…”

“No need,” Bo Jin interrupted, his voice slightly hoarse. “Keep it for now.”

Bo Jin had once believed that being marked meant losing oneself. Yet now, even this temporary mark—this fleeting moment of being Yuan Shiyuan’s Alpha—filled him with overwhelming elation.

He was Yuan Shiyuan’s Alpha.

Bo Jin narrowed his eyes, a secret smugness bubbling in his chest. He lowered his head to inhale Yuan Shiyuan’s scent, utterly captivated and yet seized by a primal urge to submit.

He finally understood: Yuan Shiyuan only engaged in intimate relationships with other Alphas because his body needed S-rank pheromones.

Those Alphas were merely temporary “massagers,” tools for Yuan Shiyuan’s urgent needs.

If that was all it was, Bo Jin couldn’t really object.

Yuan Shiyuan hadn’t been misbehaving; he simply craved S-rank pheromones. Having recently differentiated as an Omega, his Omega characteristics were still developing, making his voracious appetite perfectly normal.

“Don’t go to them again,” Bo Jin said, his brow furrowing as he noticed the anklet around Yuan Shiyuan’s ankle. What is this ridiculous nonsense? This has Ying Mingxi’s sleazy fingerprints all over it.

“None of those Alphas are decent. They’re just taking advantage of your youth and naivety, using every trick in the book to coax you.”

“That won’t work,” Yuan Shiyuan retorted, meeting Bo Jin’s gaze. “I still want to eat.”

Bo Jin raised an eyebrow. “Why can’t I? Our compatibility is exceptionally high.”

Yuan Shiyuan had witnessed firsthand Bo Jin’s devastating allure and knew exactly how potent it was.

He declared defiantly, “I don’t have that big of an appetite right now. I can’t eat that much.”

“You prefer smaller sizes?” Bo Jin chuckled. “Don’t tell me you’ve already surveyed the entire group.”

Yuan Shiyuan buried his face in Bo Jin’s shoulder, feigning death.

Whack—

Another light yet firm slap.

Yuan Shiyuan’s face flushed crimson as he frantically covered himself, desperate to stop the Alpha. “Stop hitting me! Fine… I’ve seen them all, okay?! It’s not that I prefer smaller sizes—the doctor said longer ones would benefit me more and improve treatment efficacy. But I just can’t bring myself to accept it!”

“It’s not like you don’t know how small I am… You’ve seen it yourself.”

Bo Jin had done more than just see it. Even with his eyes closed, he could trace every inch, recreating the tactile details on his fingertips.

“It is a bit small,” he admitted. But his nightly care should have made some difference by now.

In a twist of fate, his efforts had actually helped promote Yuan Shiyuan’s growth.

Yuan Shiyuan cautiously glanced behind him, relaxing only when he saw Bo Jin’s hand resting on his lower back.

As he relaxed, his mouth lost its filter. “Actually, I really want to taste your pheromones. Especially when you’re with the captain—it must feel amazing. His pheromones are cool, while yours are so hot…”

If this had been an isolated incident, Bo Jin might have dismissed it as an innocent remark. But how many times had this happened already?

His large hand pressed down on Yuan Shiyuan’s mouth, silencing him instantly. The younger man froze, terrified the Alpha might spank his “pigudrum” again.

Clenching his jaw, Bo Jin hissed into Yuan Shiyuan’s ear, “You’re so greedy. One isn’t enough? You want two?”

“What, you want me to join a 3P with you and Pei Yanbing in the future?”

“No way,” Yuan Shiyuan frowned, his expression earnest. “I’m a very traditional person. I could never accept something like that.”

“You’d better be,” Bo Jin said, scooping Yuan Shiyuan into his arms and carrying him toward the bathroom.

Yuan Shiyuan was a stickler for cleanliness, but at the moment, he could only manage a simple wash—Xiao Xue couldn’t be bathed.

Fortunately, with Bo Jin’s help, Yuan Shiyuan kept his pheromones tightly contained, not a single drop escaping.

At times, Bo Jin would gently massage Yuan Shiyuan’s lower abdomen to aid pheromone absorption.

Occasionally, he pressed too hard, causing thick, milky-white pheromones to surge out, blooming slowly across the bathwater in a swirling cloud.

Perched in his arms, Yuan Shiyuan would tilt his head back and glare at him, as if scolding him for wasting the precious fluid.

Now, he’s resenting me for cleaning up after those other Alphas? The scene was truly…

For several fleeting moments, Bo Jin considered abandoning restraint and simply claiming Yuan Shiyuan—he wasn’t lacking in S-rank pheromones, after all.

But after a careful examination, the once delicate pink flush had deepened to a raw crimson in the bathwater, the edges slightly swollen. He couldn’t bring himself to do it.

He’s already so delicate and small. To endure two Alphas’ pheromones on his first time… Yuan Shiyuan really suffered tonight.

Taking advantage of his vulnerability now would be utterly inhuman.

Though Bo Jin desperately longed to erase every trace left by the other Alphas, his heartache ultimately prevailed.

He gazed at Yuan Shiyuan nestled in his arms, having unconsciously fallen asleep. His sleeping face was serene and docile, his eyelashes damp and the corners of his eyes tinged pink.

After a moment’s contemplation, Bo Jin pressed one hand below Yuan Shiyuan’s collarbone and used the other to gently lift Yuan Shiyuan’s chin. He bit softly on Yuan Shiyuan’s lower lip, neither too hard nor too light.

“Mmm…”

Evidently truly exhausted, Yuan Shiyuan showed no signs of waking. Instead, his lips parted unconsciously, revealing a sliver of his red tongue pressed against his teeth.

Bo Jin slowly licked the seam of Yuan Shiyuan’s lips, not neglecting the pale pink tip. As he hooked Yuan Shiyuan’s tongue and sucked on it, the recessed flesh beneath his cheek swelled smoothly, nearly flattening and deforming beneath Bo Jin’s fingertips.

“That’s enough for today.” Seeing how distended Yuan Shiyuan’s lower abdomen was, it was clear he was full and couldn’t eat any more.

When Bo Jin withdrew from Yuan Shiyuan’s lips, a sticky strand of saliva stretched between them. His palm remained pressed below Yuan Shiyuan’s collarbone, while his other arm wrapped around Yuan Shiyuan’s waist, encircling his abdomen.

He held Yuan Shiyuan locked in his embrace, completely restrained.

As for next time…

Even if he’s full, he’ll have to eat.

Late the following night, Ying Mingxi and Ying Mingche finally returned from their trip abroad.

Before they could even reach out, Yuan Shiyuan knocked on the twins’ dormitory door first.

Ying Mingxi had just arrived at the dorm and hadn’t even had time to unpack his luggage. He looked at Yuan Shiyuan, a hint of surprise in his eyes.

“Shiyuan?” He stepped aside to invite Yuan Shiyuan inside, apologizing, “Sorry, the room’s a bit messy right now. I haven’t had a chance to tidy up yet.”

They had brought back quite a few items from their trip, which their assistant had temporarily piled on the desk and floor. Ying Mingxi hadn’t had time to organize anything.

“It’s fine,” Yuan Shiyuan replied.

He glanced around the room and realized there was indeed no place to sit. He could hear the faint sound of shower water from the restroom—Ying Mingche must be showering.

Ying Mingxi placed a hand on Yuan Shiyuan’s shoulder, guiding him to sit on the edge of the bed.

“Why are you here so late? Is something urgent?”

Ying Mingxi had wanted to see Yuan Shiyuan as soon as he got back, but it was too late, and he didn’t want to disturb Yuan Shiyuan’s rest.

Hearing this, Yuan Shiyuan sat on the edge of the bed, his knees instinctively pressed together.

Dressed in his pajamas, with soft pink hair falling neatly against his temples, he spoke in a soft voice, “Brother Mingxi, do you still have any of those Alpha-specific contraceptives you gave me before?”

“If you have any more, could I have some?” Yuan Shiyuan asked. He had searched online but couldn’t find the same kind. He added, “Or just give me the link, and I can buy them myself.”

The air seemed to freeze for a few seconds.

Yuan Shiyuan clearly felt the surrounding pressure drop momentarily, turning icy. But it quickly returned to normal, so fast it was almost as if it had been his imagination.

Ying Mingxi’s smile remained gentle. “You’ve used them all? If I remember correctly, there were still four pills left from the last strip, right?”

Actually, only one pill remained, but Yuan Shiyuan worried about emergencies. What if something like today happened again, and he ended up with two Alphas…

One pill would definitely not be enough.

Yet under Ying Mingxi’s soft questioning tone and gentle gaze, Yuan Shiyuan inexplicably sensed a subtle tension in the air.

This was his first time in Ying Mingxi’s dormitory, and everything felt unfamiliar. The bedding even emanated the Alpha’s distinctive white tea pheromone.

His hands, resting lightly on his lap, curled slightly inward as he murmured in reply, “Mm.”

“Looks like quite a lot has happened while I was away,” Ying Mingxi said, his smile unwavering. But his hand, hanging at his side, unconsciously clenched into a fist, the veins on the back of his hand clearly visible.

“I’ll get them for you tomorrow, okay?” Ying Mingxi said apologetically. “These pills were specially developed in my father’s lab. They aren’t commercially available, but they’re very effective.”

“I’ll bring more medication back tomorrow,” Ying Mingxi murmured, his arm around Yuan Shiyuan’s shoulders. “I won’t let you risk getting pregnant.”

“Just bear with it tonight, okay?”

Yuan Shiyuan’s ear tingled with the warmth of Ying Mingxi’s breath. Half-embraced, he felt as though his entire body had absorbed the Alpha’s refined white tea pheromone.

Thankfully, he’d eaten two meals the previous day, so his stomach wasn’t completely empty.

Yuan Shiyuan nestled into Ying Mingxi’s embrace, politely thanking him. “Thank you, Brother Mingxi.”

The fingers resting on Yuan Shiyuan’s waist began to gently stroke his skin. Ying Mingxi asked, feigning casualness, “Who helped you this time? The captain?”

“No,” Yuan Shiyuan replied, thinking for a moment before confessing honestly, “But the captain was involved too.”

A look of realization dawned on Ying Mingxi’s face, and the arm around Yuan Shiyuan’s waist tightened imperceptibly.

More than one Alpha.

“So… how did it feel?” Ying Mingxi maintained a concerned expression, his voice tinged with just the right amount of worry. “Shiyuan, they didn’t hurt you, did they?”

“Not really,” Yuan Shiyuan replied, leaning into Ying Mingxi’s embrace and carefully recalling the experience. “At most, there was some soreness and fullness, but it got much better afterward. Overall… it felt really good.”

“You really enjoyed it?”

“Mm-hmm, I did.”

They seemed completely oblivious to the increasingly explicit nature of their conversation.

Ying Mingxi pondered for a moment, then apologized, “I’m sorry, Shiyuan.”

“Why are you apologizing?” Yuan Shiyuan asked, puzzled.

“Because I wasn’t there for you when you needed me,” Ying Mingxi sighed softly. He lifted Yuan Shiyuan’s chin and leaned down to press a gentle kiss to the corner of his eye. “I promised I’d save everything for you.”

So that’s what this is about.

What’s the big deal? Yuan Shiyuan said nonchalantly, “It was for work, right? You couldn’t help it. Besides, Brother Mingxi, even if we can’t use what you saved this time, there’ll be plenty of chances in the future.”

With my current needs, one dose is never enough.

Moreover, he could definitely feel that the pleasure from combining different pheromones was far more intense than from a single pheromone.

No wonder the doctor suggested I get multiple S-rank boyfriends…

“What are you two chatting about, looking so cheerful?”

The sound of the shower had stopped without him noticing. Ying Mingche emerged, casually draped in a bathrobe.

Seeing Yuan Shiyuan, Ying Mingche deliberately tugged open his robe, revealing a broad expanse of chest and abs glistening with water droplets.

He seemed like a male animal in the mating season, eager to display his physique.

“What’s with you hugging my brother?” Ying Mingche completely ignored Ying Mingxi, strode up to Yuan Shiyuan, bent down, and pinched Yuan Shiyuan’s chin.

After scrutinizing him for a moment, he said, “Am I imagining things? It’s only been a little while since I last saw you, but our Little Princess seems even more beautiful.”

Yuan Shiyuan slapped Ying Mingche’s hand away, his chin feeling uncomfortably damp.

Right in front of Ying Mingche, he turned his head and rubbed his chin against Ying Mingxi’s shoulder, wiping away the water stains.

Ying Mingche’s face stiffened, and he said sourly, “You always favor my brother.”

Ying Mingche had said this countless times before.

Although Yuan Shiyuan had no idea where he’d gotten that idea, he readily admitted, “Of course I do. I like Brother Mingxi better. Didn’t you already know that?”

Hearing this, Ying Mingxi maintained his dignified and gentle smile.

In Ying Mingche’s eyes, that smile was filled with nauseating smugness.

He scoffed coldly, slipped his arms under Yuan Shiyuan’s armpits, lifted him up, and placed him on his bed.

“I’ve changed a bit since going abroad. Can you tell?”

Yuan Shiyuan sat on Ying Mingche’s bed, tilting his head to observe the Alpha. “What kind of change? Did your skin get thicker?”

The corner of Ying Mingche’s mouth twitched. “No!”

As if struck by a sudden thought, he flashed a meaningful smile.

Ying Mingche took Yuan Shiyuan’s hand and placed it on his bathrobe belt, gently tugging it open.

The robe parted slightly, revealing what lay beneath.

Yuan Shiyuan: ……

Yuan Shiyuan: ?!?!

Predicting this reaction, Ying Mingche burst into laughter. “I got some beads implanted. What do you think? Not bad, right?”

“I didn’t want to overwhelm you, so I only got six,” he said, raising an eyebrow with a smug grin. “Aren’t I considerate?”

Yuan Shiyuan was utterly speechless, staring in disbelief at the Wolf-Tooth Club—now adorned with a ring of beads—that seemed to be greeting him with enthusiastic eagerness.

Ying Mingche took a step closer. Yuan Shiyuan instinctively braced his hands on the bed, retreating half a step.

Ying Mingche naturally cupped the back of Yuan Shiyuan’s knees, leaned down, and tilted his head back, sticking out his tongue.

A gleaming tongue stud adorned its tip.

“Just got it today.”

“Baby, want me to lick you?”