Pretending to Be an Alpha in an All-Alpha Boy Band - Chapter 116
Chapter 116: 90°
“Are you alright?”
Ying Mingxi’s strong arms cradled Yuan Shiyuan’s knees, lifting him effortlessly off the ground. His voice was soft yet deep.
Held in Ying Mingxi’s arms, Yuan Shiyuan’s feet dangled in the air, his entire weight supported solely by Ying Mingxi’s hands and the unconscious Alpha’s lower half.
He closed his eyes, his eyelids crinkling slightly in discomfort before smoothing out. He struggled to open them again, glancing downward instinctively. “There’s really nothing I can do… hngh.”
Ying Mingxi’s eyes darkened slightly.
Having the person he loved praise another Alpha’s advantages right in front of him… no Alpha could endure such humiliation.
Yet, as he gazed at Yuan Shiyuan’s pitifully endearing expression, the pity that should have welled up was instead replaced by a more twisted sense of excitement.
“You’re doing great, Shiyuan.”
Worried about Yuan Shiyuan’s dehydration, Ying Mingxi picked up a bottle of mineral water and carefully held it to his lips. The clear liquid trickled down his throat and into his stomach, rounding out his belly into a full, smooth curve.
“You’ve already had half,” he murmured, coaxing gently as he fed him the remaining water. “Shiyuan wouldn’t waste any, right?”
Under Ying Mingxi’s intense scrutiny, Yuan Shiyuan’s shame and arousal were amplified to unbearable extremes.
Yet Ying Mingxi’s voice and expression remained extraordinarily gentle, tinged with soothing reassurance. Yuan Shiyuan’s thoughts scattered, his lips parted in labored breaths. After a long moment, he nodded dazedly.
Ying Mingxi, who had been holding him, suddenly set him down. Before Yuan Shiyuan could react, Ying Mingxi pressed his lips against Yuan Shiyuan’s, forcing them open.
The abrupt, deep kiss startled Yuan Shiyuan so much that his eyelashes fluttered wildly, and he let out a muffled whimper.
“Eya! N-no… Waaah…”
Though Yuan Shiyuan protested, he didn’t break the kiss, his teeth stubbornly locked onto the Alpha’s lips. Ying Mingxi gently massaged the back of his neck, his voice apologetic. “You don’t like it like this? Okay.”
Misinterpreting Yuan Shiyuan’s resistance as discomfort with the intensity of the kiss, Ying Mingxi said softly, “Shiyuan, I’ll be gentler.”
The force of the kiss gradually softened into gentle pecks against Yuan Shiyuan’s lips, each movement exquisitely tender. Ying Mingxi seemed genuinely concerned for Yuan Shiyuan’s well-being. Yet, the moment Yuan Shiyuan relaxed his guard, completely defenseless, Ying Mingxi intensified the kiss with renewed fervor.
The prolonged, intense kiss nearly robbed Yuan Shiyuan of all oxygen. His eyes rolled back in their sockets, utterly unaware of what he was doing. Whenever the Alpha pressed harder, Yuan Shiyuan’s toes would suddenly clench downward, his sweat-dampened heels leaving sinuous trails on the tiled floor.
The golden anklet charms clattered urgently against each other, producing a crisp, bell-like chime.
“M-Mingxi-ge…”
Nearby, the unconscious Alpha suddenly opened his eyes.
Bo Jin felt as though he had been lost in a long, heavy dream.
In the dream, he had plunged into a warm, dense spring, his entire body enveloped in soothing hot water, making him reluctant to wake. Yet when he opened his eyes, he found himself still in the familiar dance studio.
He was still in the dance studio.
This susceptible period had struck Bo Jin abruptly. In his panic, he’d hurriedly found a rarely used dance studio tucked away in a corner. No one ever came here; it was the perfect place to ride out his susceptible period in peace.
He’d brought a few of Yuan Shiyuan’s worn clothes, saturated with his scent, in advance. The moment he entered the studio, the primal instinct hardwired into his Alpha genes took over.
Nesting.
Bo Jin tried to build a safe, partner-scented nest, then drag his mate into it to spend the susceptible period together.
He couldn’t bring Yuan Shiyuan here. The reason was simple: he didn’t want anything to happen between them while he was still in a haze. Despite having secretly relieved himself countless times, he surprisingly held onto a traditional sense of ritual when it came to such matters.
Bo Jin believed such moments should unfold in a more romantic, formal setting.
But the scene before him left him utterly stunned, almost convincing him this was still some bizarre dream. How else could such an absurd thing be happening?
Even if it were a dream, Bo Jin’s Alpha instincts couldn’t tolerate this sight. He shoved the other Alpha aside, placed his own large hand above, taking control, and turned Yuan Shiyuan to face him.
The Alpha’s sudden awakening and nearly 90-degree rotation left Yuan Shiyuan dazed and disoriented.
A faint yellow arc hung delicately in the air.
Both Alphas froze. Then, Ying Mingxi instinctively touched his face, feeling the warmth and dampness on his fingertips.
Bo Jin seemed yet to grasp that this was reality. After pushing the other Alpha away, he took over by instinct, completing everything himself.
With his back pressed against the ground, Yuan Shiyuan was completely bewildered. He stared blankly at Ying Mingxi, as if utterly unsure how to react to this situation, and reached out his hand in a silent plea for help.
“Brother Mingxi…”
Even in this moment, Yuan Shiyuan instinctively sought help from another Alpha. Annoyed that his attention was being stolen, Bo Jin reached out, grabbed Yuan Shiyuan’s chin, and forced him to meet his gaze.
“Look closely. Who’s fucking you right now?”
Despite his blurred vision, Yuan Shiyuan stubbornly tilted his head toward the other Alpha, pleading for help. He watched as the Alpha approached, step by step, and firmly clasped his trembling outstretched hand, their fingers interlocking.
Suddenly, Yuan Shiyuan’s soles burned as they were pressed against a well-maintained instrument.
“Mingxi… Brother?” Yuan Shiyuan stammered, stunned.
This was the umpteenth time Bo Jin had heard another Alpha’s name escape his lips.
Fully awake now, Bo Jin was certain this wasn’t a dream; dreams didn’t have such vivid tactile sensations. The utterly absurd scene unfolding before him was undeniably real.
Even as bewilderment washed over him, he couldn’t stop himself from continuing what he had started, intent on finishing the job.
Enraged that Yuan Shiyuan’s attention was being stolen, Bo Jin gripped his chin with competitive ferocity, reclaiming his focus. But his brow furrowed as he sensed a strange resistance.
His cold, stern face was etched with bewilderment and a subtle hint of anticipation as he instinctively reached out to investigate.
“What is this?” Junyang~六扒48吧妩依5(6)
“W-wait… No!”
Yuan Shiyuan’s eyes widened abruptly. Unlike Bo Jin’s utter ignorance, his intuition screamed the answer.
He frantically tried to dissuade the Alpha, desperate to keep his deeply hidden secret from being exposed.
Yuan Shiyuan bit down on his curled fingers, his brow furrowed with paralyzing fear.
If I’m right…
That was his Erectile Chamber.
Author’s Note:
Caught a high-resolution photo of Yuan’s belly at this moment → )i(
I’ve revised the previous chapter over ten times and it still hasn’t passed review. I might have to rewrite it entirely. For now, I’ll leave this chapter as is—I’m too scared to write more.
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