Pretending to Be an Alpha in an All-Alpha Boy Band - Chapter 115
Chapter 115: 1/1
“Hold me…”
Bo Jin’s voice grew fainter and fainter until, as if having exhausted all his strength, he slipped into a brief unconsciousness.
Held in Bo Jin’s arms, Yuan Shiyuan stared in shock. He knew Bo Jin had been forcibly suppressing the effects of his Pheromone Mania Disorder through medication and sheer willpower.
He never imagined that even when doctors believed Bo Jin had reached his limit and would inevitably lose control, and when all medications had proven ineffective, Bo Jin would still manage to suppress his Alpha’s marking and possessive instincts through sheer force of will.
The Alpha’s embrace and pheromones were scorching hot, making the tip of Yuan Shiyuan’s heart burn. When he looked down, he saw the Alpha’s root, still alert, greeting him spiritedly.
So, even though Bo Jin’s passed out, his root’s still very much awake.
The downward view made the scene before him even more terrifying. During an Alpha’s susceptible period, their pheromones become overwhelmingly potent. As Yuan Shiyuan trembled with fear, his glands and lower abdomen began to heat uncontrollably, a primal hunger rising within him.
Well, I’m already here.
At worst, I’ll just eat half, like before.
Didn’t I successfully eat half of Pei Yanbing’s before? I should be able to manage half of Bo Jin’s too.
Maybe… I guess? Yuan Shiyuan thought, his uncertainty palpable.
Yuan Shiyuan acted decisively. Fortunately, he had one last dose of the medicine.
With a single hand, he pried open Bo Jin’s mouth and deftly administered the pill. He glanced down again.
Was it his imagination? Had Bo Jin… grown another size?
Maybe I should stop now… But he’d already given him the pill. To stop now would be a waste of Silent Night.
After a moment’s hesitation, Yuan Shiyuan stripped off his pants and began to unbutton them, his movements tentative.
He wasn’t sure how far to go. After all, he’d mostly just lain there passively before, with the Alpha taking charge. He knew the theory well enough, but putting it into practice was a different matter entirely.
Applying what I learned in sex ed to myself… how weird is that?
Lost in thought, Yuan Shiyuan reviewed the classroom lessons, kneading his fingertips in circles over the snow-white skin before slowly testing the waters. Perhaps because he’d grown considerably, it wasn’t too difficult. Soon, he added his middle finger.
To make things easier, Yuan Shiyuan knelt on Bo Jin’s body, pausing to sit and rest when he grew tired.
As he sat astride the Alpha’s chiseled abs, grinding against them unconsciously, his brow furrowed almost imperceptibly. This sensation…
As if he’d discovered a new world, Yuan Shiyuan stopped groping and instead focused on rubbing back and forth against the Alpha’s abs.
When he knelt up slightly, he noticed glistening droplets pooling in the deep grooves between the Alpha’s sculpted abs.
Several minutes passed, and the corners of his eyes gradually grew damp. He completely forgot he was supposed to be helping his teammate, lost in his own pleasure.
Snapping back to reality, he hastily resumed groping, feigning busywork.
When he figured it was almost done, Yuan Shiyuan remembered his main task. He cautiously tried to sit down, but kept slipping due to the slickness. Despite his efforts to brace himself, he kept sliding off the edge, unable to get a proper grip.
Only then did he understand what Jiang Heng had meant by “slippery.”
It really is slippery.
Yuan Shiyuan fumbled around for ages, not only failing to get the Alpha inside him but also accidentally brushing against the Alpha’s gland several times, making himself feel increasingly uncomfortable.
Gritting his teeth, he braced one hand against the Alpha’s abdomen and used the other to steady the Alpha, keeping him upright. He glanced sideways every now and then, adjusting his aim before straddling the Alpha and, as focused as if solving a math problem, began lowering himself bit by bit.
“Mmm…?”
Yuan Shiyuan’s expression was blank, a nervous hum escaping his lips.
Despite a relatively smooth start, he remained tense, his entire body coiled tight. His hands, trembling, braced against his abdominal muscles, suspending him above the Alpha. All his weight rested on his hands and that… thing, yet he dared not sit down any further.
It was far more difficult than he’d imagined.
The pearlescent flesh hung suspended in mid-air, trembling slightly from the strain and constantly sinking under its own weight. Supporting himself solely with his arms, Yuan Shiyuan found it increasingly difficult to maintain his position.
His arms burned with fatigue. Just as he was about to yield and sink lower for better leverage, the supporting force in his arms suddenly gave way—by more than half!
And because he was even more… lubricated than he’d anticipated, he plunged straight down, burying himself over halfway in an instant!
Yuan Shiyuan hadn’t eaten much for lunch, yet even this partial penetration triggered a sudden, intense feeling of fullness. He couldn’t help but gag, his hand instinctively flying to his lower abdomen, only to feel the distinct shape beneath. Fearfully, he glanced back…
It wasn’t even finished yet!
Paralyzed with fear, Yuan Shiyuan froze, every muscle tensing. Having just eaten lunch, his thin stomach made even the slightest bulge alarmingly noticeable.
He was terrified of going all the way, even more so as the contours beneath his palm grew increasingly distinct.
Yet, the unexpected still happened.
Maintaining his hovering seated position, Yuan Shiyuan cautiously attempted to inch upward. Perhaps his excessive nervousness had alerted the unconscious Alpha.
The Alpha’s brow furrowed deeply, as if enduring intense pain, as if being fiercely bitten. Suddenly, in his unconscious state, he gripped Yuan Shiyuan’s waist and, catching the younger man completely off guard, forcefully pressed him straight down!
“Aaaah…!”
Caught completely off guard, Yuan Shiyuan’s eyes widened instantly. He had intended to steal nibbles gradually, but in an instant, he was stuffed full, with no buffer or transition.
The overwhelming sensation left him unable to process it. Terrified, tears welled in his eyes as he lost his balance, his small body collapsing against the Alpha’s, trembling violently. Stuffed to the point of near-unconsciousness, he instinctively reached down to touch his abdomen. His stomach, still somewhat empty after lunch, was now stretched taut, bulging into an exaggerated cylindrical shape.
He… he actually finished it all?
Before Yuan Shiyuan could fully process this revelation, the unconscious Bo Jin had already gripped his waist, his lips forcefully capturing Yuan Shiyuan’s, grinding against them at various angles. The Alpha kissed savagely, churning the narrow cavity of Yuan Shiyuan’s mouth into a pool of viscous saliva that splattered everywhere. His pale skin was bruised crimson, stretched and slapped, revealing fleshy arcs with each violent movement.
Yuan Shiyuan’s tongue lolled out from the force of the kiss. The palm he pressed against his abdomen continued to register the terrifying presence of the foreign object within.
His eyes rolled back slightly, his spine arching in violent tremors, sweat erupting in a torrential spray—all betraying the ferocity of his current state.
In mere moments, Yuan Shiyuan had reached multiple peaks, both minor and major. Yet the Alpha remained relentlessly at the initial stage, never relenting.
Just as Yuan Shiyuan thought the kiss couldn’t possibly deepen further, he sensed the Alpha’s tongue probing deeper into his mouth, thrusting and exploring with renewed fervor. A terrified, incoherent whimper escaped his lips.
“N-no… I can’t…”
Yuan Shiyuan struggled to prop himself up on his arms. As he twisted his head, he caught a glimpse of his own reflection in the massive floor-to-ceiling mirror behind him.
His flushed cheeks and sweat-dampened hair were vividly illuminated by the sunlight, revealing the stark, stretched-white edges of his skin.
What had just bloomed into a small, delicate dot—a “.”, now seemed to be brutally over-exploited, violently stretched into a gaping “○”.
He was straddling the Alpha’s body, pinned down and relentlessly kissed. Tears streamed from his eyes as he clutched his abdomen, occasionally hiccuping with sobs.
The overwhelming pheromone onslaught left Yuan Shiyuan’s lower abdomen burning with agony. Perhaps because Bo Jin remained unconscious, his deep, unrestrained kisses followed no pattern, his thick tongue plunging into the deepest recesses of Yuan Shiyuan’s mouth. Saliva sprayed everywhere as the terrifying sensory onslaught washed over his nerves, his eyes overflowing with tears as if his body had lost all control.
No, no…
I can’t let Bo Jin keep going… Ugh.
That was what Yuan Shiyuan thought, but his waist was pinned so tightly that he couldn’t break free.
Unable to even sit up straight, he slumped against the alpha’s body, his back arching slightly with each kiss, only to fall heavily back down under the weight of gravity.
An endless torrent of tears and saliva spewed everywhere, seeping between their locked lips, soaking the dance studio.
Ugh… ugh…
A faint rustle of footsteps echoed from the corridor.
Ying Mingxi walked down the corridor, his headphones filled with the relentless sobs and suppressed gasps. In an almost masochistic move, he turned the volume up a notch.
The footsteps halted. He looked up, his gaze landing on the dance studio wall ahead, where the “A3” sign was clearly displayed.
The dance studio was well soundproofed. Standing at the door, Ying Mingxi could only hear the sounds from his headphones, forced to conjure the scene in his mind.
But the moment he pushed the door open, the sounds in his ears and the scene before his eyes instantly and seamlessly overlapped.
Ying Mingxi felt as though he had stepped from fantasy into reality.
The dance studio was lined with mirrors on all sides, and the massive floor-to-ceiling mirrors cruelly reflected the scene from multiple angles.
In the warm golden sunlight and floating dust motes, Yuan Shiyuan’s figure was painfully clear. He was pinned tightly in another’s arms, the Alpha beneath him kissing him fiercely, plunging his rough tongue deep into his mouth in a brutal kiss.
Yuan Shiyuan looked completely drained by the kiss, his eyes glazed over, a soft sliver of his tongue lolling limply out.
The golden anklet Ying Mingxi had personally fastened around his ankle trembled slightly, the pendant above it striking against his skin with rapid, bell-like chimes.
Yuan Shiyuan’s legs were already long, but now they hung limply over another Alpha’s body, utterly devoid of strength.
The voice so close to his ear, combined with the vivid scene before his eyes, created an overwhelming sensory assault.
Ying Mingxi took another half-step forward. Yuan Shiyuan finally noticed someone had arrived, and it was someone he recognized. He frantically reached out a trembling hand toward the Alpha, his voice cracking with sobs as he pleaded for help.
“Brother Mingxi… waaaah!”
Yuan Shiyuan barely managed to cry out before the other Alpha snatched his attention away. A sudden, deepening kiss shattered his trailing cry, and he bit down hard on his fingers, saliva overflowing and spraying from the gaps between his lips.
He climaxed again, right in front of Ying Mingxi.
How pitiful.
The more Yuan Shiyuan cried and struggled to escape the Alpha’s embrace, the more violently he trembled. He managed to push himself up slightly, only to have the Alpha grip his waist and pull him back into his arms.
To Ying Mingxi, it looked as if Yuan Shiyuan were devouring himself.
He stared for a moment before slowly approaching. He knelt on one knee beside them and grasped Yuan Shiyuan’s trembling hand.
The instant he lifted Yuan Shiyuan into his arms, he heard a distinct buo sound. Tears mixed with semen splattered onto the floor, leaving a glistening trail of droplets.
Ying Mingxi’s lower abdomen was drenched.
Temporarily lifted away, Yuan Shiyuan instinctively wrapped his limbs around Ying Mingxi’s back, then curled up in his arms.
He continued to weep uncontrollably, hot tears streaming relentlessly from the corners of his reddened eyes. His damp pink hair clung to his temples, making him look as if he had just been pulled from water, his entire body drenched.
Ying Mingxi loved watching Yuan Shiyuan cry.
He looked so beautiful when he cried.
Especially when he desperately suppressed his sobs, the corners of his eyes flushed crimson as he struggled to contain his voice—that was particularly moving.
Ying Mingxi knew he shouldn’t feel this way, but he couldn’t deny it. Witnessing that scene earlier—and now seeing Yuan Shiyuan crying uncontrollably from being kissed by another Alpha—stirred something disturbingly visceral within him.
His Adam’s apple bobbed as he struggled to regulate his breathing, forcing himself to maintain his usual composed and gentle demeanor. He refused to lose control in front of Yuan Shiyuan, even more determined not to frighten him.
Just then, a wet, trembling hand suddenly gripped the Alpha’s collar.
Curled up in the Alpha’s arms, Yuan Shiyuan’s entire body still trembled subtly, unnaturally.
Lying against the Alpha’s chest, he abruptly tilted his tear-streaked face upward and gasped between sobs.
“N-not yet…”
“Not yet… let me in…”
“……”
In that instant, all pretense and restraint shattered like glass.
Ying Mingxi, uncharacteristically unable to maintain his composure, stared intently at Yuan Shiyuan. The gentle warmth that usually graced his face vanished, replaced by an intense predatory desire and possessiveness.
“Shiyuan,” he murmured, stroking the back of Yuan Shiyuan’s neck as if confirming something. “You need me, don’t you?”
Yuan Shiyuan couldn’t understand why Ying Mingxi would ask such a question. All he desperately needed now was pheromones. He had climaxed several times earlier, but Bo Jin hadn’t finished even once, and Yuan Shiyuan had been unable to extract Bo Jin’s S-rank pheromones.
Now that Ying Mingxi had arrived, he could help resolve Yuan Shiyuan’s immediate crisis and satisfy his cravings.
Barely registering Ying Mingxi’s question, Yuan Shiyuan tilted his head back haphazardly and rubbed his cheek against the Alpha’s jawline, nodding.
Clutching the Alpha’s collar, his wet eyes brimming with anticipation, he said politely, “Brother Mingxi, can I have your Silent Night?”
“I want you to let me in…”
Before the words had fully left his lips, Yuan Shiyuan was suddenly placed on the ground, his legs folded and knees pressed against his shoulders.
He lay beside the unconscious Alpha, and soon he heard the click of a belt buckle being undone. Ying Mingxi leaned in, forcefully prying open his lips without a word.
The kiss was fierce and possessive, his rough tongue plunging in and out, distorting Yuan Shiyuan’s already narrow mouth. The upward angle of the kiss allowed Ying Mingxi to easily target Yuan Shiyuan’s most sensitive areas. Yuan Shiyuan hadn’t even recovered from the previous climax when he was dragged into a fresh wave of stimulation… 玖午貮一六呤2芭3
“Did he do this to you just now?”
“Shiyuan, how far have you let him go?”
“Has anyone else… done this? Been here?”
“…?”
Ying Mingxi’s voice remained gentle, but his kiss grew increasingly forceful. He whispered incessantly in Yuan Shiyuan’s ear, knowing the other was too overwhelmed to think or focus, yet stubbornly pressing his questions.
“N-no…” Yuan Shiyuan sobbed, yet still obediently answered the Alpha’s questions. “Only you and Brother Bo Jin…”
“Only you two… have been here…”
Ying Mingxi hadn’t expected Yuan Shiyuan to actually answer. His blood surged wildly as he cupped Yuan Shiyuan’s face and kissed away the tears at the corners of his eyes.
“Good boy,” he murmured, slowing his kisses. “Do you like it like this, or like it was just now?”
“Just now…”
Yuan Shiyuan bristled at the Alpha’s sudden deceleration, preferring the faster rhythm. He hooked a leg around Ying Mingxi’s waist, silently urging him on. “Brother Mingxi, I want it faster…”
Ying Mingxi’s expression gradually darkened. He brushed Yuan Shiyuan’s damp bangs aside, revealing his full, tear-streaked face.
He lifted Yuan Shiyuan into his arms, holding him face-to-face, suspended in mid-air.
“If you can’t take it, just say you love me.”
Ying Mingxi was an astute observer. Though Yuan Shiyuan might protest verbally as the kisses grew fiercer and more frantic, he knew Yuan Shiyuan secretly craved this intensity. The slower pace was merely a prelude, a teasing warm-up.
He quickened the rhythm, lifting Yuan Shiyuan slightly with each kiss, his rough tongue plunging deep into Yuan Shiyuan’s parted lips, then abruptly released him, letting Yuan Shiyuan collapse fully into his lap.
The ferocious kiss left Yuan Shiyuan no time to swallow his saliva, which dripped ceaselessly from their locked lips, pooling into a small, clear puddle on the floor.
Yuan Shiyuan had never experienced such a savage kiss before. His eyes glazed over, unfocused, and he sobbed, “No… please, no!” But his resistance only intensified the Alpha’s assault, who ground his lips harder against Yuan Shiyuan’s, turning his already flushed mouth into a soft, pulpy mess.
In that moment, he remembered the Alpha’s earlier words. He frantically tilted his head back to gasp for breath, choking out, “I… I love you!”
“Brother Mingxi… I love you…”
True to his word, the Alpha paused slightly when he heard those words.
Yuan Shiyuan finally had a moment to rest, staring blankly at the Alpha’s face. Gone was the gentle warmth; Ying Mingxi’s features now radiated raw, primal aggression. Yet his eyes remained intensely focused, as if Yuan Shiyuan were the only reflection they could hold.
“Me too,” Ying Mingxi murmured, a hint of a smile playing on his lips as he lightly kissed the tip of Yuan Shiyuan’s reddened nose. “I love you too, Shiyuan.”
Yuan Shiyuan listened in stunned silence as the Alpha confessed his love.
Though it was Ying Mingxi who was declaring his love, he seemed even more excited than Yuan Shiyuan, as if seizing this opportunity to unleash all his pent-up emotions.
Yuan Shiyuan felt like he was seeing this side of Ying Mingxi for the first time.
The usually gentle Ying Mingxi was now displaying an unprecedented intensity. A strange feeling welled up within Yuan Shiyuan, and he instinctively reached down to caress his abdomen.
Nestled in the Alpha’s arms, he could feel Ying Mingxi’s presence distinctly.
Ying Mingxi, seeing the contours that now belonged to him, rubbed his cheek excitedly against Yuan Shiyuan’s ear. “Can you feel it, Shiyuan? We’re closer now than ever before.”
The Alpha’s arms tightened around Yuan Shiyuan’s waist, leaving visible finger marks. Yuan Shiyuan lowered his head, his mind a blank, and could only nod dazedly.
“It’s already…”
“It’s already Brother Mingxi’s shape…”
A flicker of surprise crossed Ying Mingxi’s face. After a brief pause, he gripped Yuan Shiyuan’s waist tightly, deepening the kiss with possessive force. He varied the angles, probing every corner of Yuan Shiyuan’s already softened mouth, leaving no detail unexplored.
Just when Yuan Shiyuan was at his most desperate, Ying Mingxi deliberately slowed the pace of their kiss, withdrawing his thick tongue. Yuan Shiyuan whimpered through his tears, and then, without warning, Ying Mingxi plunged his tongue back in, ravaging Yuan Shiyuan’s mouth with frenzied thrusts.
Yuan Shiyuan’s mind short-circuited, his vision whitening, his limbs trembling and convulsing. Overwhelmed by the relentless pleasure, he could only cry out again, “Brother Mingxi! I-I love you…”
“I love you… waah…”
“Shiyuan, I love you too.”
Ying Mingxi gently kissed away the tears at the corners of Yuan Shiyuan’s eyes, but then broke his earlier promise. Despite Yuan Shiyuan’s declaration of love, he only grew more relentless in his demands for kisses.
Yuan Shiyuan froze, his eyes filled with confusion.
Didn’t we agree… that this would stop when I said that?
When will it finally stop?!
Suddenly, a splash shattered the stillness of the swimming pool.
A face identical to Ying Mingxi’s broke the surface. He ripped off his goggles, revealing dark, brooding eyes beneath wet, matted hair—eyes that burned with suppressed desire.
Ying Mingche suddenly felt his surroundings shift, as if he were submerged in a hot spring. Countless streams of warm water pressed against him, clinging tightly, refusing to let go even for a moment.
The pleasure transmitted through their shared senses intensified rather than diminished, surging with ever-increasing ferocity.
Fortunately, Ying Mingche was in his private pool. He climbed out, his face dark with fury, and strode directly into the bathroom, leaning back against the cold tile wall. The shower’s rushing water drowned out all other sounds. He closed his eyes, fully immersing himself in the sensations flooding from the other side.
What are they doing?
This has been going on for so long… hasn’t it ended yet?
Does Yuan Shiyuan really love his brother that much?
Having just gotten his pearl implants, Ying Mingche knew he shouldn’t immediately engage in manual labor. Fortunately, modern technology had advanced considerably. And as an S-rank Alpha, his body recovered quickly, allowing him to resume his daily routine without interruption.
The faint pain actually served as a catalyst, intensifying his barely restrained excitement.
The water temperature under the shower was perfect, yet deep inside the stall, Ying Mingche felt his entire body burning. The dense, cascading water felt like a suffocating embrace, each drop sucking at him with relentless intimacy.
What’s going on…? So much water.
So tight?
Ying Mingche’s emotions churned in turmoil. He envied his brother’s repeated preferential treatment, yet he couldn’t help but lose himself in this stolen, transcendent pleasure.
At the same time, he couldn’t help but wonder: Where are they right now? What position are they in?
How many times can his brother make Yuan Shiyuan come? Can he satisfy Yuan Shiyuan all by himself?
Ying Mingche’s mind raced with conflicting thoughts, every sensation focused beneath his palm. Time ticked by relentlessly, but the shared sensation showed no sign of abating.
Why aren’t they done yet? How long is this going to take?!
Ying Mingche suddenly snapped back to reality, staring at the empty, water-echoing space around him. Suddenly, he felt like a pathetic clown, left with only his right hand for company.
He felt like a despicable little thief, only able to steal his brother’s sensory experiences. The last time he’d willingly offered himself, he’d only earned a disdainful glance from Yuan Shiyuan.
“… Hah,” Ying Mingche scoffed self-deprecatingly. As the shared senses’ sensory feedback intensified, his grip tightened, kneading with a vengeful ferocity that brought subtle pain to both of them.
“Hiss—”
Ying Mingxi suddenly felt the pain transmitted through their shared senses and gasped sharply. It was partly a genuine reaction to the unrelenting pressure, but also an instinctive response.
Pain only amplified his pleasure. Ignoring Ying Mingche’s impotent rage, he reached out, cupping the back of Yuan Shiyuan’s head to cradle him in his palm.
“Shiyuan, look down.”
Tears blurred Yuan Shiyuan’s vision as he stared blankly from Ying Mingxi’s arms. When he lowered his gaze, he saw the meticulously maintained instrument slowly withdrawing from between his flushed, snow-white thighs.
Then, as he watched, it plunged back in with brutal force.
Yuan Shiyuan arched his back in terror, his arms wrapping tightly around Ying Mingxi’s neck.
“No, no more kisses…” Yuan Shiyuan whimpered, his mind utterly scrambled by the relentless kisses. “I’m going to break… hngh.”
Seeing Yuan Shiyuan in such a state, Ying Mingxi chuckled softly, then lowered his head to kiss the sweat-dampened pink fringe of hair on Yuan Shiyuan’s forehead, along with his eyes and brows.
He knew Yuan Shiyuan desperately needed pheromones now, and he wanted to give them to him as soon as possible.
His gaze swept the icy tile floor. Worried Yuan Shiyuan would be uncomfortable lying directly on it, Ying Mingxi’s eyes finally settled on the still-unconscious Bo Jin.
Holding Yuan Shiyuan face-to-face, Ying Mingxi gently lowered him, arranging him to half-recline against Bo Jin’s body to avoid direct contact with the cold ground.
Then, kneeling beside them, he placed his mobile phone near Yuan Shiyuan’s ear and activated the speakerphone.
With Xiao Xue still suspended in mid-air, he continued.
Before Yuan Shiyuan could react, he was once again swallowed by the Alpha’s deep kiss. He had just let out a choked whimper when he suddenly heard his own sobbing voice echoing in his ear.
Dazed, he turned his head to see the mobile phone screen still lit up beside him, the call timer ticking upward with each passing second.
Yuan Shiyuan was stunned, humiliated, and utterly shocked. How could he… have cried out so loudly?
Besides Ying Mingxi, the other teammates lay temporarily unconscious nearby. Yuan Shiyuan glanced at the Alpha, his mind involuntarily conjuring the image of being discovered, of being spied upon at such close range.
This wasn’t the first time he’d been caught. Bo Jin had caught him red-handed before. But this time was different.
Last time, Bo Jin had merely observed, without intervening.
Now, turning his head slightly, Yuan Shiyuan could clearly see the still-erect Citrus Lobe, its surface glistening with the lubricant he had left behind, reflecting the light in a blinding glare.
His arm weakly shielded his eyes, Yuan Shiyuan sobbed uncontrollably, his voice trembling into silence. He didn’t understand how things had escalated like this, yet his mouth was still being ravaged, ground against relentlessly, the frenzied kisses churning into loud, wet smacking sounds.
But… it felt so good…
Ying Mingxi devoured his lips, his tongue thrusting nearly a hundred times in rapid succession to deliver every last drop of his pheromone.
Yet the Alpha refused to release him, deepening the kiss, pounding rhythmically into Yuan Shiyuan’s spasming, numb mouth. He cried out again and again, reaching climax after climax, but Ying Mingxi wouldn’t let go.
Yuan Shiyuan collapsed completely, curling into Ying Mingxi’s arms like a boneless shrimp.
Ying Mingxi held him close, kissing his damp brow and eyelids, tenderly smoothing his disheveled hair, and repeatedly pressing affectionate kisses against his trembling fingertips.
Ying Mingxi’s gaze fixed on Yuan Shiyuan’s slightly swollen lips. The delicate, rosy-red seam parted slightly, releasing a puff of warm, moist breath. The edges were nearly translucent, stretched taut and pale, while the soft flesh at the center glowed a ripe red, saliva pooling and dribbling outward…
Yuan Shiyuan stared blankly, his palm unconsciously resting on his lower abdomen, his limbs occasionally jerking violently. He’d eaten a hearty lunch, and now the rounded contour beneath his palm was clearly defined.
Is it finally over…? he wondered, dazed.
Ying Mingxi reached for a bottle of mineral water and carefully unscrewed the cap. Worried about Yuan Shiyuan’s dehydration, he gently pressed the bottle’s opening against his slightly swollen lips.
They remained locked in their embrace. Perhaps due to the swelling, Yuan Shiyuan frowned and let out a soft groan.
His lips parted slightly, as if he couldn’t fully close them. Most of the water trickled down the corners of his mouth, wetting his already damp chin.
“Are you feeling any better now, Shiyuan?”
Yuan Shiyuan pressed his lips together, saying nothing, but his gaze drifted involuntarily to Bo Jin, still unconscious nearby.
He had always craved Bo Jin’s pheromones.
Although Ying Mingxi had already given him a round of pheromones earlier, his craving hadn’t been fully satisfied. Ever since experiencing the simultaneous absorption of two Alphas’ pheromones, he found a single pheromone infusion utterly unsatisfying.
Yuan Shiyuan didn’t answer Ying Mingxi directly. Instead, he looked up at him with glistening, wet eyes, silently pleading.
“Still want more?” Ying Mingxi immediately understood. He asked in a low voice, “Want his?”
Yuan Shiyuan nodded, both reserved and honest.
Now that he had recovered, he had completely forgotten how much he had cried earlier. All he knew was that his insatiable appetite hadn’t been sated, and he was eagerly anticipating another round of satisfaction.
“I still feel a little uncomfortable,” Yuan Shiyuan said tactfully. “It’s like I haven’t had enough to eat.”
Hearing this, Ying Mingxi smiled wryly. “You make me feel utterly useless.”
Yuan Shiyuan froze, then shook his head. “That’s not what I meant. I like your pheromones, but… Brother Mingxi, a single pheromone source can’t satisfy me anymore.”
“Right now, it feels like I need to consume at least two people’s pheromones simultaneously.”
Ying Mingxi’s smile froze imperceptibly for a split second before he lowered his gaze thoughtfully.
“I understand,” he said, composing himself and resuming his gentle, considerate demeanor. “But Shiyuan, he’s still unconscious. I’m worried you might overexert yourself.”
“Let me help you, okay?”
Yuan Shiyuan couldn’t fathom how Ying Mingxi could possibly help him.
He soon found out.
After feeding Yuan Shiyuan a few more sips of mineral water, Ying Mingxi lifted him into his arms and carried him to the still-unconscious Alpha.
Holding Yuan Shiyuan in a position akin to changing a baby’s diaper, Ying Mingxi slowly lowered him down, one vertebra at a time.
With Ying Mingxi’s assistance, Yuan Shiyuan completed the process smoothly this time.
From Ying Mingxi’s perspective, he could clearly see the fresh, milky-white sweat gushing from Xuejian, and the dark, tainted portion gradually fading until it vanished completely.
He also saw Yuan Shiyuan’s shocked, yet stubbornly tear-stained face, his muffled whimpers suppressed.
Ying Mingxi should have found this utterly unacceptable, yet he was swept away by a perverse, all-consuming sense of control.
Yuan Shiyuan, who had barely regained his composure, trembled violently, his eyelashes fluttering from extreme embarrassment.
He could never have imagined that Ying Mingxi’s offer of “help” would take such a form…
The scene unfolding before him far exceeded his capacity to process, especially with Ying Mingxi’s scorching gaze fixed firmly upon him.
“Brother Mingxi, you…”
“Didn’t you still want pheromones?” Ying Mingxi asked with a gentle smile. “Let me help you. Wouldn’t that be nice?”
Of course not!
Yuan Shiyuan hastily tried to rise, forgetting he was still cradled in Ying Mingxi’s arms. His small struggles against the Alpha’s chest only caused him to accidentally brush against an unexpected, prominent bulge.
Startled by this unexpected contact, he lost his balance entirely, his body convulsing with uncontrollable sobs and tremors. He had eaten too much too quickly; his flat stomach had already swelled into a rounded curve.
And now, superimposed upon that curve, another, even more distinct and undeniable outline rose beneath his soft flesh.
The unmistakable outline of another Alpha.