Pretending to Be an Alpha in an All-Alpha Boy Band - Chapter 114
Chapter 114: Susceptible Period
“Absolutely unnecessary.” Yuan Shiyuan grabbed a handful of Ying Mingche’s hair, his face icy as he stopped the Alpha from getting any closer. He was here on serious business, not to be… taken.
Ying Mingche winced in pain but remained undeterred. “Really? I’ve heard tongue studs make it feel… different. Extra good.”
“No thanks,” Yuan Shiyuan refused again, his gaze unconsciously drifting downward before he frowned. “Doesn’t that… gross you out?”
“It looks utterly horrifying.”
The dense, bumpy surface made his scalp tingle with unease. Thank goodness he wasn’t trypophobic, or he might have vomited on the spot.
S-rank Alphas already possessed superior physical endowments. Ying Mingche had further enhanced his anatomy, making it practically a lethal weapon.
Before leaving the dormitory, Yuan Shiyuan exchanged a knowing glance with Ying Mingxi under Ying Mingche’s resentful gaze.
After confirming Ying Mingxi hadn’t forgotten his request, Yuan Shiyuan returned to his own dormitory with peace of mind.
Bo Jin knew Yuan Shiyuan feared the dark, so he rarely turned off the lights completely at night. Even when the main light was off, he’d leave several soft nightlights on.
The moment Yuan Shiyuan pushed open the door, the motion sensor lights near the entrance flickered on, casting a warm, amber glow.
Before he could fully recover his senses, he was scooped up into a fierce embrace.
An intensely aggressive pheromone surged from all directions, burning hot and driving every trace of air away from Yuan Shiyuan. As Yuan Shiyuan tilted his head to inhale, Bo Jin took a deep breath as well.
“Is your susceptible period starting again?” Yuan Shiyuan asked, noticing Bo Jin’s pheromones were even more overwhelming than usual.
“Mm,” Bo Jin murmured, frowning. “Why do you smell so strongly of those two brothers?”
Yuan Shiyuan had returned quickly and shouldn’t have had time for anything else. There were no signs of kissing, and his clothes were perfectly neat.
Like an overly suspicious husband, Bo Jin scrutinized Yuan Shiyuan from head to toe, only relaxing when he found no suspicious signs. He then pulled Yuan Shiyuan into a tight embrace again, releasing even more pheromones to smother the scent left by the other Alphas.
“Maybe I accidentally brushed against them,” Yuan Shiyuan said casually. In a private space like a dormitory, it was easy to pick up someone else’s pheromones.
Bo Jin’s pheromones washed over him, suppressing the others’ scents while igniting a heat deep within Yuan Shiyuan’s body.
Pressing himself against Bo Jin’s furnace-like body in the sweltering summer heat was far from comfortable. Fortunately, the room was chilled by powerful air conditioning, and Yuan Shiyuan still carried traces of Pei Yanbing’s pheromones within him. The clash of hot and cold pheromones created a strange, tormenting pleasure.
Yuan Shiyuan nestled in the Alpha’s arms, gently nuzzling his face. “Should I release some pheromones for you?”
Bo Jin’s susceptible periods were becoming increasingly frequent, and this one seemed particularly intense. Their compatibility was exceptionally high, making Yuan Shiyuan’s pheromones the perfect calming agent for him.
This realization stirred a pang of empathy in Yuan Shiyuan. He and Bo Jin were both afflicted by the same affliction—the need for highly compatible pheromones.
Just as he was about to release his pheromones, Bo Jin lightly pinched the back of his neck.
“No need,” Bo Jin said, twirling a strand of Yuan Shiyuan’s pink hair around his finger and inhaling its scent. “Just a hug will do.”
“Just a hug?” Yuan Shiyuan scoffed. “More like a whole night.”
Every time Bo Jin claimed he just wanted a quick hug, it always turned into a night-long embrace.
“Can’t even hug?” Bo Jin raised an eyebrow, heedless of Yuan Shiyuan’s resistance as he tightened his embrace, drawing him even closer into his territory. “Just hug me.”
Yuan Shiyuan didn’t even bother feigning resistance, letting Bo Jin hold him without protest. Bo Jin lowered his head, inhaling the shampoo scent from Yuan Shiyuan’s pink hair, mingled with the lingering fragrance of shower gel from his body.
Strange, he thought. We use the same bath products, yet Yuan Shiyuan’s scent is so distinct.
Bo Jin buried his face in Yuan Shiyuan’s hair, taking a deep breath before pressing his thin lips to Yuan Shiyuan’s ear.
“I’m afraid I’ll become addicted,” he whispered by way of explanation. “Pheromone Mania Disorder can be alleviated by high-compatibility Omega pheromones. I’m afraid that if I inhale too much, I’ll develop a dependence on Omega pheromones.”
Yuan Shiyuan: “Oh, you’re afraid of becoming dependent on me.”
“Not on you specifically, but on Omega pheromones in general.”
“Is there a difference?”
“Of course there is.”
Bo Jin genuinely adored Yuan Shiyuan’s pheromones. Whether it was the scentless pheromones Yuan Shiyuan had emitted as an Alpha or the Bluebell pheromones he now released as an Omega, Bo Jin found himself captivated. He had been surprised by their high compatibility, but his affection stemmed from the delightful discovery, not merely their compatibility.
Even the heavens deemed them a perfect match, granting them an astonishing 100% compatibility.
A match made in heaven.
“I’ve endured this for years anyway,” Bo Jin thought. “It’s fine.” Then, fearing Yuan Shiyuan might misunderstand and think he disliked his Omega pheromone, he added, “Release it for me after my susceptible period ends.”
Yuan Shiyuan shot him a bewildered glare.
Bo Jin entered his susceptible period every few weeks. Waiting for it to end? Yuan Shiyuan might as well lock up his pheromones permanently.
Perplexed by Bo Jin’s thoughts, Yuan Shiyuan gave a perfunctory “Oh,” tucked the little plush doll under its blanket, closed his eyes, and prepared to sleep.
He always slept soundly, falling asleep almost instantly upon hitting the pillow. Before long, his breathing grew even, completely unaware of the Alpha quietly approaching.
Seizing the opportunity, Bo Jin’s scalding hand stealthily reached out and clasped his wrist.
Bo Jin dared not let Yuan Shiyuan release his pheromones now, fearing he’d completely lose control. He settled for this simple indulgence, burying his face in Yuan Shiyuan’s neck, inhaling the faint fragrance clinging to his skin, and reliving the scene in the piano room.
He involuntarily cast himself into the memory, imagining himself as the Alpha who had poured his pheromones into Yuan Shiyuan that night.
As night deepened, Bo Jin’s breathing grew rapid and ragged.
He vaguely sensed that his Pheromone Mania Disorder was about to spiral out of control…
Yuan Shiyuan woke up and habitually reached for his mobile phone, stretching his arm behind him to snap a photo.
When he sat up to review the picture, he couldn’t help but frown.
Now it really looks like a fully ripe “o”.
Thanks to Jiang Heng and Pei Yanbing’s efforts, he had completely moved past the immature “.” stage. Xiao Xue appeared to be developing well, her color having deepened from a pale pink to a slightly ripe crimson, with a hint of swelling around the edges.
The more Yuan Shiyuan looked, the more peculiar he felt. So the doctor hadn’t lied—to promote her development, he truly needed the efforts of an S-rank Alpha.
Would he really have to let an Alpha help “carve” her?
Yuan Shiyuan shivered involuntarily, his mind instinctively flashing images of five Citrus Lobes, each with a distinct style. Even before the “carving” began, a phantom ache flickered in his lower abdomen.
Forget it, forget it. If she’s underdeveloped, she’s underdeveloped. Why force things and suffer like this?
After finishing his morning routine, Yuan Shiyuan noticed a thermal container on the table filled with an exquisite Chinese breakfast. Next to it was a heated rice ball, individually wrapped for easy carrying—something he could snack on if he got hungry later.
As he sat down to eat breakfast, he checked his phone. Bo Jin hadn’t sent many messages, just a reminder to eat breakfast an hour earlier. After that, he’d vanished.
Been hitting the gym again?
Yuan Shiyuan, bean-bun clamped between his teeth, stabbed a straw into his milk tea with one hand while typing a message with the other: Sneaking in workouts behind my back again, huh?
Yuan Shiyuan also had a fitness routine, but after joining Scepter, he realized the S-rank alphas were terrifyingly competitive about their physiques. Every single one of them woke up religiously early to work out, managing their bodies with relentless discipline. No wonder they’d sculpted “Big Refrigerator” physiques worthy of top-tier male models.
A few of these alphas even seemed to take special delight in flaunting their abs in front of him.
Lost in these scattered thoughts, Yuan Shiyuan reached down and patted his own lean six-pack, thinking he was in decent shape himself.
After breakfast, he went to class as usual.
When the bell rang, Yuan Shiyuan packed up his notebook and politely said goodbye to the teacher.
The performance instructor glanced out the window and exclaimed in surprise, “What’s he doing here again?”
Yuan Shiyuan followed her gaze downward and spotted a familiar black sedan parked below the building.
A suit-clad alpha, radiating an air of refined nobility, leaned casually against the car, staring off into the distance as if lost in thought.
“Again?” Yuan Shiyuan seized on the key word.
“Yeah, I’ve seen him around lately. He only stays for a short while—sometimes just a minute or two, other times up to five minutes. The longest I’ve seen him linger is maybe ten minutes.”
Yuan Shiyuan hadn’t noticed Yu Sijing’s recent frequent visits to the company.
After reuniting with his biological parents, Yuan Shiyuan had assumed they would discuss the matter with Yu Sijing, who would then naturally abandon his pursuit, recognizing the insurmountable obstacles.
After a moment’s contemplation, Yuan Shiyuan decided to go downstairs.
As he strode toward Yu Sijing, the CEO remained immersed in his own thoughts, unaware of Yuan Shiyuan’s approach.
“CEO Yu?”
Yu Sijing’s pupils widened slightly behind his silver-rimmed glasses. Snapping out of his reverie, he removed his glasses, revealing his full, handsome features, a subtle, fleeting emotion flickering in his eyes.
“What brings you down here?”
“I saw your car and came down,” Yuan Shiyuan said, stopping in front of him. “Is something wrong?”
“No,” Yu Sijing replied, leading Yuan Shiyuan into the shade. “I’m sorry. I just suddenly felt an overwhelming urge to see you and couldn’t resist coming. I didn’t expect you to notice. I was only planning to stay for a few minutes before leaving.”
Yuan Shiyuan hesitated.
He didn’t know if his parents had spoken to Yu Sijing about the matter. Although they weren’t blood-related, Yu Sijing had grown up in the Yu Family, treated like their own son.
If his parents were to learn that Yu Sijing had confessed his feelings for Yuan Shiyuan… The mere thought made Yuan Shiyuan curl his fingers in embarrassment.
“Do you know…?” Yuan Shiyuan trailed off, unsure how to phrase it.
“What is it?” Yu Sijing looked at him and smiled faintly. “I know. I know everything.”
Yuan Shiyuan’s eyes widened in shock. “Then why…?”
“Shiyuan, this changes nothing. It doesn’t shake me in the slightest.”
Yu Sijing swept his forehead hair back, revealing his sharply defined brow ridge and prominent nose. The exposed forehead emphasized the stark lines of his face, yet his voice remained gentle. “It simply means we’re the closest people in the world.”
“We’re doubly bound by fate. I couldn’t be happier.”
Doubly bound by fate?!
Yuan Shiyuan stared at Yu Sijing in stunned disbelief.
Still reeling from the shock, he returned to his office.
Zhuang He, noticing Yuan Shiyuan’s absentmindedness, waved a hand in front of his face. “Daydreaming again? Come on, let’s pick out the band’s logo together.”
“The new album’s coming out soon, so we need to finalize the logo, plus your lead single…”
Their time was running short.
Scepter’s original logo featured five snake-like vines coiling around a scepter in an S-rank curve, with an overall purple color scheme.
The five intertwining vines originally symbolized the team’s five members working together to create the scepter. Now that Yuan Shiyuan had joined the team, the logo naturally needed a redesign to incorporate his unique elements.
“The designers came up with several versions,” Zhuang He said, looking at Yuan Shiyuan with paternal affection. “Shiyuan-er, it’s mostly up to you. Your hair is pink, right? The designers added some pink elements to the logo…”
“Take a look and see if there’s anything you like.”
Yuan Shiyuan reviewed the design drafts. The designer hired by Starry Night Entertainment had excellent taste; he liked all the versions he saw.
But when he flipped to the final page, his eyes suddenly froze.
This design was a modification of the team’s original logo. Five snake-like vines coiled upward in S-curves, converging naturally at the scepter’s apex to cradle a meticulously cut, round pink gemstone.
The dominant color scheme remained a deep purple, but a focused beam of light precisely illuminated the pink gemstone, like a spotlight on center stage, creating a dramatic contrast of light and shadow.
The design retained the original logo’s style while imbuing the visual with striking impact and an air of mystery.
Viewed as a whole, it resembled five figures jointly crowning Yuan Shiyuan with a unique imperial crown.
“I like this one,” Yuan Shiyuan said, tapping his finger on the page.
Ying Mingche leaned in for a closer look, casually stroking Yuan Shiyuan’s cheek. “This is a good one. Our Little Princess is the most dazzling jewel.”
“What about the others? Any thoughts?”
Ying Mingxi nodded with a smile. “Shiyuan made an excellent choice.”
Jiang Heng and the others also expressed no objections.
“Alright! That settles it then. We’ll go with this draft.”
Zhuang He liked this version too, but what mattered most was Yuan Shiyuan’s preference.
He turned to smile at Yuan Shiyuan, but his gaze was immediately drawn to the anklet around Yuan Shiyuan’s ankle. “Who gave you this? Why an anklet?”
“It’s quite distinctive.” What puzzled him even more was what kind of friend would give such a subtly suggestive gift?
Noticing everyone’s attention, Yuan Shiyuan lifted his foot and pulled up his trouser leg to reveal the anklet fully. He tilted his chin slightly, a hint of pride in his voice as he declared, “Brother Mingxi gave it to me.”
The other Alphas looked on thoughtfully, their expressions varying.
Hearing it was from Ying Mingxi, Zhuang He felt slightly relieved, but his suspicion lingered. “Where did you get it? What brand is it? I don’t think I’ve ever seen this design before.”
Ying Mingxi smiled warmly. “I designed it myself and made it by hand.”
“No wonder,” Yuan Shiyuan exclaimed in realization. “The clasp is so unique. I searched online for ages but couldn’t figure it out.”
Ying Mingxi looked at him, his expression falling slightly. “You don’t like it?”
“It’s not that I don’t like it,” Yuan Shiyuan replied. “I just wanted to take it off when I showered, afraid it would get damaged by the water.”
“You don’t need to take it off when you shower,” Ying Mingxi said softly with a smile. “It’s waterproof.”
The more Zhuang He observed, the more uneasy he felt. He understood Ying Mingxi giving Yuan Shiyuan a birthday gift, but a foot chain?
Am I just getting old? he wondered. Out of touch with how young people express friendship these days?
Zhuang He suppressed his unease. If Ying Mingche had been the one to give Yuan Shiyuan the foot chain, he would have immediately suspected ulterior motives. But this was Ying Mingxi, the alpha with an impeccable reputation.
He changed the subject. “The album title’s settled too: Binding. For a more international feel, we’ll use Knotted in English. It symbolizes both the unbreakable bond between you six and the deeply intertwined brotherhood you share.”
After further detailed discussions, the final plan for the new album was finalized.
Zhuang He organized a team dinner. “Let’s all grab a bite together later to strengthen our team spirit. Bo Jin can’t make it for now—he’s not feeling well, probably having a flare-up of his susceptible period.”
Ying Mingxi stood up. “I’ll have to pass on that. I need to head home for a bit.”
Ying Mingche shot him a surprised look.
Yuan Shiyuan hurried to catch up, glancing around to make sure no one was listening before whispering, “Brother Mingxi, are you going home to get my medicine?”
“Yeah, I’ll be right back.” Remembering Yuan Shiyuan’s earlier fainting spell, Ying Mingxi said earnestly, “You just be good and eat properly.”
Yuan Shiyuan nodded obediently. “Mm-hmm, I’ll eat properly.”
He’d been too busy lately, often forgetting to eat, but he wouldn’t let that happen again.
“When you get back, let’s meet at the A1 Dance Studio?” Yuan Shiyuan calculated the time. He’d probably go there to practice first.
“Alright,” Ying Mingxi said, naturally reaching out to tuck a stray strand of Yuan Shiyuan’s hair behind his ear. “I’ll be back in about an hour. Let’s meet at the A3 Dance Studio.”
“The corner spot—hardly anyone ever goes there.”
After all, what he was giving Yuan Shiyuan was rather…special. The fewer people who saw it, the better. Yuan Shiyuan nodded. “Brother Mingxi, you always think of everything.”
Ying Mingxi paused, then smiled faintly.
As he drove home, he kept thinking, I hope I don’t see them… But fate had other plans. Their paths crossed after all.
Crystal-clear fountain water gurgled merrily. On the stone steps beside the garden, one Alpha violently slapped another Alpha in a suit.
The suited Alpha, seemingly accustomed to such treatment, remained expressionless as he hoisted his attacker onto his shoulder. He strode upstairs without a word, ignoring the blows raining down on his back.
Ying Mingxi withdrew his gaze indifferently, grabbed his things, and prepared to leave. But as he descended the stairs, he unexpectedly ran into them again.
He hadn’t had time to properly conceal the medication. This time, he was carrying a large quantity.
The middle-aged Alpha seemed taken aback for a moment, then frowned.
“Father,” Ying Mingxi greeted him politely but distantly, turning to leave immediately afterward.
“You’ve fallen for someone?” the Alpha asked, stepping forward, his gaze sweeping over the medicine in Ying Mingxi’s hand. “An Alpha, too? Just as I predicted—you’re more like me than you realize.”
Ying Mingxi’s face remained impassive.
“Who is it?”
Only then did Ying Mingxi speak: “Please don’t interfere.”
The middle-aged Alpha regarded him with icy indifference. “I have no time to meddle in your affairs. I simply wanted to remind you that everything worth having in this world must be seized—resources, people… If I’m not mistaken, your brother will also covet the one you desire. After all, you share similar genes.”
“If you want it, strike first and seize it by force.”
Ying Mingxi suddenly smiled faintly. “So that’s why you preemptively stole your sister’s childhood sweetheart and fiancé all those years ago, Father?”
“Father, you misunderstand. I am nothing like you.” His smile faded. “You crave people; I do not.”
Ying Mingxi was indeed different from his father.
Years ago, his father had schemed to usurp his younger sister’s engagement, marrying her fiancé in a calculated business alliance. Initially, both parties believed it to be a passionless transaction—a mere exchange of benefits through marriage.
But fire cannot be contained by paper forever.
His father’s schemes and machinations were eventually exposed.
The couple, publicly hailed as a match made in heaven, had long since fallen apart in private. Upon discovering that their marriage had been orchestrated by his childhood friend and “Big Brother” since their youth, the Alpha seethed with betrayal and fury, refusing to offer even a polite smile.
He had never loved his Alpha.
Perhaps his Alpha didn’t care about being loved; for him, simply having Yuan Shiyuan by his side was enough.
But Ying Mingxi was different.
He craved Yuan Shiyuan’s willing love.
Therefore, he would never force Yuan Shiyuan to make a choice.
He would simply wait patiently in place, becoming one of Yuan Shiyuan’s options, waiting for Yuan Shiyuan to choose him.
“Then just wait for your younger brother to steal the person you love,” the Alpha said. “You’ll regret this eventually.”
Only after Ying Mingxi returned to his car did he see Yuan Shiyuan’s message.
Yuan Shiyuan, with his terrible sense of direction, had gotten lost near the A3 Dance Studio. He sent a photo of his surroundings along with a crying emoji.
Ying Mingxi called him immediately. “Have you eaten yet? Why are you there so early?”
“I wanted to get there early to practice,” Yuan Shiyuan replied, gazing at the unfamiliar surroundings and kicking a decorative pebble on the path with his toe. “The choreography is so hard.”
“Brother Mingxi, what’s up?” Yuan Shiyuan asked curiously. “You sound really happy.”
Ying Mingxi froze. “Do I?”
It seemed he did. Since leaving that house, he hadn’t had time to process any negative emotions. Yuan Shiyuan’s presence had preemptively dispelled them all.
It was strange how simply hearing Yuan Shiyuan’s voice could make his mood brighten uncontrollably.
“Shiyuan.”
“Hmm?”
“Wait for me,” Ying Mingxi said softly, his gentle voice laced with dependence and pleading. “Don’t hang up, okay? I want to hear your voice.”
Yuan Shiyuan: “Okay~”
Ying Mingxi started the car, the faint sound of Yuan Shiyuan’s breathing and the footsteps on the other end filling his ears with an unprecedented sense of calm.
He understood perfectly what his father had meant: Ying Mingche was combative and competitive by nature. Their genes were nearly identical, their tastes similar, so it was no surprise they might be drawn to the same person.
Whether he would regret this in the future, he couldn’t say.
But he would absolutely never allow himself to be in even the slightest risk of losing Yuan Shiyuan.
Not even if the possibility was infinitesimally small.
The phone call remained connected.
As expected, A3 Dance Studio was tucked away in a corner, with no staff in sight. Yuan Shiyuan couldn’t even find someone to ask for directions.
Fortunately, he stumbled upon A1 Dance Studio, which meant A3 Dance Studio must be just ahead.
Yuan Shiyuan casually slipped his phone into his pocket. He’d only taken a few steps when he suddenly saw an Omega hurrying toward him.
The Omega’s face lit up with relief when he saw Yuan Shiyuan. “Shiyuan! Your teammate Bo Jin is in A3 Dance Studio. His susceptible period seems to have started, and he’s in really bad shape…”
Yuan Shiyuan asked anxiously, “Are you hurt? Are you okay?”
The Omega blinked, momentarily taken aback by Yuan Shiyuan’s concern. He suddenly felt a wave of embarrassment.
Yuan Shiyuan’s first thought was for his safety…
The Omega shook his head. “Thank you, I’m not hurt. I was just grabbing something nearby when I smelled the pheromones. I peeked inside… Bo Jin’s condition seems severe. The pheromone concentration was so high, I didn’t dare stay long and ran out right away.”
Seeing no signs of injury on the Omega, Yuan Shiyuan breathed a sigh of relief. “That’s good.”
After a moment’s thought, he added earnestly, “If possible, you should still get a checkup at the hospital. Brother Bo Jin’s pheromones are… unique. I’m worried you might develop adverse reactions later.”
“Leave everything else to me. His condition is a bit special; I’ll contact his doctor for him.”
Bo Jin suffers from Pheromone Mania Disorder, causing his pheromones to indiscriminately attack others. The Omega before him was incredibly fortunate to have escaped unscathed by running quickly.
But Yuan Shiyuan still wanted him to get checked out, preferably a thorough examination, just to be safe.
Bo Jin’s condition wasn’t exactly a secret. The Omega murmured his thanks, but as Yuan Shiyuan turned to head toward A3 Dance Studio without hesitation, he hurried to warn him.
“You’re both Alphas! If you go there now, his pheromones will definitely attack and harm you. You’ll get hurt…”
“Thank you,” Yuan Shiyuan replied, stopping to smile at him. “But he’s my teammate, a very important friend. I can’t just leave him alone.”
Yuan Shiyuan swiftly reached A3 Dance Studio. Even from a distance, he could smell a choking, acrid scent like gunpowder.
Fortunately, their Compatibility was high, allowing him to enter the studio without resistance. He immediately activated the fresh air system and, as expected, found Bo Jin curled up in a corner.
Bo Jin’s arm spasmed uncontrollably as he clutched at a few articles of clothing in his delirium. He had built a nest of Yuan Shiyuan’s garments and buried himself within it.
Unfortunately, the meager pile of clothes made for a pitiful nest, utterly inadequate for the Alpha’s massive frame.
“Brother Bo Jin?”
Yuan Shiyuan rushed forward, instinctively reaching out to release his pheromones in an attempt to soothe him, but then he remembered Bo Jin’s earlier words.
Bo Jin feared addiction and didn’t want to be exposed to Yuan Shiyuan’s pheromones during his susceptible period.
Yet, given their high Compatibility, Yuan Shiyuan could acutely sense Bo Jin’s torment. The Alpha was clearly suffering intensely.
As Yuan Shiyuan hesitated, Bo Jin’s mobile phone rang. He quickly answered.
“Mr. Bo? Mr. Bo? Are you alright?” An anxious voice crackled through the line. “We’ve been urging you to use Omega pheromones, but you refused… Your descent into loss of control was inevitable! We no longer have any medication to effectively alleviate your susceptible period symptoms!”
“Even the Specialized Inhibitor and Sexual Suppressant have stopped working on you…”
Only then did Yuan Shiyuan notice the scattered pile of empty reagent bottles in the corner. Before his arrival, Bo Jin had likely relied on these drugs to briefly regain clarity, only to soon sink into deeper agitation.
“Our Compatibility is very high. What should I do?” Yuan Shiyuan asked urgently. “Should I just release my pheromones to soothe him directly?”
A pause hung in the air before the voice on the other end replied quickly, “Under normal circumstances, simply releasing your pheromones would indeed soothe Mr. Bo. But his condition is now severe. The pheromones you release might not be concentrated enough to have a strong calming effect…”
Having experienced something similar himself, Yuan Shiyuan immediately understood: Bo Jin’s situation mirrored his own.
He needed deep interaction to obtain S-rank pheromones and endure his long-suppressed heat period. Similarly, Bo Jin required deep interaction to draw out the Omega pheromones buried within him, helping to alleviate the agitation of his susceptible period…
“I understand,” Yuan Shiyuan said. “I’ll do everything I can to help him.”
As soon as the call ended, a massive Citrus Lobe instinctively flashed through Yuan Shiyuan’s mind.
He bit his fingernail, his eyes flickering with fear.
Yuan Shiyuan didn’t mind deepening his relationship with Bo Jin; after all, he needed S-rank pheromones, a quid pro quo arrangement.
What truly terrified him was that lethal weapon—the one that threatened to tear through his intestines and rupture his stomach.
While Bo Jin was unconscious, Yuan Shiyuan pulled down his pants and took a peek. Just one glance was enough to drain the color from his face, and he quickly looked away.
Then, with a shaky hand, he pointed to his lower abdomen.
His finger slowly moved upward from his navel, reaching his stomach. After a pause, it desperately moved another inch higher…
If I ate it all, it would probably… reach up to here.
Yuan Shiyuan’s face grew even paler as he pressed his knees tightly together. But when he looked back, all he saw was Bo Jin’s pale, unconscious face.
Bo Jin had bared his soul to him. Now that his brother was in trouble, Yuan Shiyuan didn’t need to risk life and limb—just investigate the matter. If he couldn’t even do that, he’d be the worst kind of ingrate.
Should I sacrifice Xiao Xue for this?
Maybe Xiao Xue’s potential is limitless and she could handle it?
But it’s so terrifying.
Just imagining the possible outcome made Yuan Shiyuan tremble uncontrollably. He was genuinely terrified of pain.
Of all times, smelling the Alpha’s pheromone made his lower abdomen heat up, reigniting his insatiable instincts…
Still hungry? If you eat any more, you’ll be carved open from head to toe! Yuan Shiyuan muttered, torn between fear and exasperation.
Just then, Bo Jin’s eyes snapped open. He stared at Yuan Shiyuan, momentarily stunned, before whispering with all his strength, “Get out of here! I’m in a terrible state… it’s really bad. I’m afraid I’ll hurt you…”
As Yuan Shiyuan stood up, clearly intending to leave, the Alpha lunged from behind, pinning him in a tight embrace, his arms locking around Yuan Shiyuan’s waist, refusing to let go.
“Don’t go…”
“Don’t leave.”
“Please… don’t go.”
The Alpha’s desperate pleas, trembling in Yuan Shiyuan’s ear, sounded fragile, unlike the Bo Jin he knew.
Yuan Shiyuan: “……”
Big Brother, didn’t you just tell me to leave?
Bo Jin’s closeness pressed down on Yuan Shiyuan with suffocating weight. The pants Yuan Shiyuan had stripped off Bo Jin earlier now loomed as the most immediate threat.
He could clearly sense he was under attack.
At first, Yuan Shiyuan hadn’t thought much of it. But the moment he imagined Bo Jin potentially losing control and investigating thoroughly, he couldn’t suppress his fear and trembling.
Yuan Shiyuan tensed, scarcely daring to breathe in the Alpha’s arms.
The acrid, smoky pheromone around them grew increasingly turbulent. Just as he braced himself for Bo Jin to lash out, the Alpha, with astonishing willpower, forcibly suppressed his Alpha’s marking and invasive instincts. He merely held Yuan Shiyuan tightly, burying his face in the crook of Yuan Shiyuan’s neck, inhaling his scent greedily yet restrainedly.
It was as if all he needed was a single embrace.
Beside his ear, the Alpha’s consciousness flickered again. Yet his mouth continued to murmur, unconsciously and with a tremor, “Just… one hug…”
“Just… one hug… that’s all I need.”