Pretending to Be an Alpha in an All-Alpha Boy Band - Chapter 117
Yuan Shiyuan fainted.
Bo Jin froze, too stunned to immediately grasp the reason behind the hidden resistance. He instinctively moved to check on Yuan Shiyuan but was stopped by Ying Mingxi’s hand.
“Don’t move yet.”
The scene up close made Ying Mingxi frown.
He silently assessed Yuan Shiyuan’s condition, checking his breathing and pulse. He was skilled at treating small animals and frequently read medical texts; many principles were transferable.
Reluctant as he was, Ying Mingxi had to consider Yuan Shiyuan’s perspective first. “Shiyuan likely just can’t accept this right now… He needs a large amount of pheromones to stabilize. If you leave now, all our previous efforts will have been for nothing.”
“He said he needs at least two types of S-rank pheromones to feel temporarily satisfied.”
A single pheromone was no longer enough to quell Yuan Shiyuan’s needs.
Yuan Shiyuan’s heat cycles were erratic, sometimes causing sudden and intense cravings for S-rank pheromones. Now that Yuan Shiyuan had finally been sated, Ying Mingxi couldn’t let Bo Jin recklessly squander this hard-won pheromone supply.
“……”
Having only recently regained consciousness, Bo Jin was further agitated by repeated stimulation. Still recovering from his susceptible period, his thoughts couldn’t match Ying Mingxi’s meticulous precision.
He was well aware that Yuan Shiyuan needed S-rank pheromones. However, the fact that these words came from Ying Mingxi’s mouth carried a particularly intriguing weight, especially given Ying Mingxi’s current demeanor—as if he were in charge of the situation…
It was as if he had already assumed the role of the “official spouse.”
A faint smirk tugged at Bo Jin’s lips as he pulled Yuan Shiyuan into his arms. He cradled Yuan Shiyuan’s buttocks with one hand and supported the nape of his neck with the other, gently massaging it in reassurance.
“Understood,” he replied coldly, turning his broad back to completely block Ying Mingxi’s view.
Yuan Shiyuan lay limp against Bo Jin’s shoulder, unconscious. Though Bo Jin hadn’t actually broken the skin, the mere probing touch had been enough to shatter him.
He remained temporarily unconscious, his cheek and lips slightly distorted against the Alpha’s shoulder. The air conditioner’s cold air mixed with the lingering warmth of pheromones, creating alternating sensations of heat and cold. His toes trembled uncontrollably, and he shivered once more.
Ying Mingxi couldn’t see Yuan Shiyuan, but he could hear the faint jingle of the anklet charm against his ankle.
The warmth of their recent intimacy was still fresh in his mind. Yet now, he watched helplessly as another Alpha carried Yuan Shiyuan away.
“You two should head back first,” Ying Mingxi said, suppressing his churning emotions and maintaining a veneer of magnanimity. “I’ll clean up here.”
Though the mess was their joint doing, someone had to tidy up the dance studio. This wasn’t the first time Ying Mingxi had handled such matters; he was quite practiced at it.
“Wait a moment. I’ll go find Shiyuan again later.”
Bo Jin glanced at him, his tone indifferent. “Suit yourself.”
Bo Jin carried Yuan Shiyuan into the studio’s makeshift shower room, gave him a quick rinse, and then wrapped him tightly in his own jacket and shirt, even slipping socks onto Yuan Shiyuan’s bare feet.
With these hasty preparations complete, he swiftly left the dance studio. During the exit, Yuan Shiyuan’s head occasionally slipped from his shoulder, but he patiently readjusted it each time, gently cradling the back of his neck.
After repositioning Yuan Shiyuan’s cheek against his shoulder, Bo Jin pulled the jacket’s hood over his face, ensuring no one could catch even a glimpse of him.
It was the peak of their busiest training period. The dance studio was secluded, so theoretically, they shouldn’t encounter anyone. Still, Bo Jin opted for the little-known internal passage as a precaution.
The Alpha’s possessive instincts flared, making him utterly intolerant of anyone seeing Yuan Shiyuan in his current state.
Ying Mingxi actually thought he could come find Yuan Shiyuan later? Dream on.
Delusional fantasies.
Originally, Bo Jin had countless questions he wanted to ask—to demand if Ying Mingxi had lost his mind, doing such a thing to Yuan Shiyuan in the dance studio.
But now, with Yuan Shiyuan resting quietly in his arms, Bo Jin felt utterly content, leaving no room for other thoughts.
His palm gently stroked the nape of Yuan Shiyuan’s neck as they clung tightly to each other, as if they were born to be intertwined, inseparable.
Bo Jin reached the dormitory building. Instead of taking the elevator—afraid of running into someone—he headed straight for the stairs.
He had barely taken two steps when Yuan Shiyuan stirred, as if disturbed. His brow furrowed slightly, and he tightened his grip on the fabric of Bo Jin’s shoulder.
Amused and endeared, Bo Jin straightened Yuan Shiyuan’s collar, making sure his collarbone wouldn’t show, before resuming his ascent.
Unexpectedly, Bo Jin saw Pei Yanbing waiting at the dormitory entrance.
His good mood instantly soured, and he asked flatly, “What are you doing here?”
“We were supposed to practice piano this afternoon,” Pei Yanbing replied, his voice as calm as ever. “But he hasn’t responded to my messages.”
So, Pei Yanbing had come looking for Yuan Shiyuan.
He knew Yuan Shiyuan sometimes took afternoon naps, and he had assumed Yuan Shiyuan had overslept and forgotten the time. He never imagined Yuan Shiyuan would be busy spending time with another Alpha.
Just like last time.
Except last time it was Jiang Heng; this time it was Bo Jin.
“He probably won’t be able to make it this afternoon,” Bo Jin said after a moment’s thought. “He’s asleep right now, and I don’t know when he’ll wake up.”
He couldn’t exactly tell Pei Yanbing that Yuan Shiyuan was currently passed out from pleasure, his consciousness hazy. Even if he woke up soon, there was no guarantee he’d be willing to go to the practice room.
Bo Jin was about to enter the dormitory when Pei Yanbing stopped him.
Bo Jin chuckled. “Why didn’t you stop him last time?”
Pei Yanbing replied evenly, “Last time, he wanted to leave.”
With that, Pei Yanbing lowered his gaze, concealing the flicker of disappointment in his eyes.
Pei Yanbing knew perfectly well that even if Bo Jin hadn’t been present, Yuan Shiyuan, once he’d acquired enough pheromone, would likely have turned and left as before, lingering no longer for him.
Even if Yuan Shiyuan had been fully conscious at the time, his ultimate choice wouldn’t have been him.
Yuan Shiyuan would most likely have chosen to return with Bo Jin rather than remain by Pei Yanbing’s side.
Pei Yanbing was acutely aware that he had nothing to offer Yuan Shiyuan that would make him want to stay.
“I need to say a few words to him,” Pei Yanbing insisted, stepping forward without waiting for Bo Jin’s consent and gently brushing aside the brim of the hat covering Yuan Shiyuan’s face.
A sweet, cloying fragrance filled the air, revealing a flushed, dazed face bathed in sunlight.
Yuan Shiyuan appeared to be in a deep slumber, one arm draped loosely around the Alpha’s neck, the other unconsciously clutching the fabric of his shoulder. His cheek pressed tightly against Bo Jin’s chest, his long, damp lashes fluttering rhythmically with each breath.
His full, tender lips were now swollen and crimson from torment, parting slightly to reveal a wet, unconsciously parted slit of mouth where a red tongue lightly pressed against snow-white teeth, occasionally trembling pitifully.
Pei Yanbing froze, utterly stunned.
Even during their most intimate moments, he had never seen Yuan Shiyuan look this captivating. The air, thick with the interwoven pheromones of two other Alphas, plunged him into a brief silence.
The other Alpha wasn’t Jiang Heng.
It was someone new, again.
Pei Yanbing raised his hand, his fingertips trembling almost imperceptibly. He gently cupped Yuan Shiyuan’s cheek and whispered softly into his ear, “Baby?”
Bo Jin’s brow immediately furrowed.
Even in his unconscious state, Yuan Shiyuan recoiled slightly at the overly intimate nickname, his fingers curling inward. Sensing his subtle response, Pei Yanbing slowly took his hand and pleaded softly, “When you wake up, text me back, okay?”
The Alpha paused, falling into another brief silence. Never one for conversation or small talk, he finally managed to squeeze out, “I’ll be waiting for you in the music room.”
Yuan Shiyuan mumbled an indistinct reply.
Bo Jin couldn’t stand watching them fawn over each other right in front of him. He reached out and pulled Yuan Shiyuan’s hat brim down firmly, completely covering his face. “Enough. Don’t disturb his rest.”
With that, he turned and strode into the dormitory without a backward glance, leaving Pei Yanbing standing alone outside.
Back in the dormitory, Bo Jin began running bathwater, preparing to give Yuan Shiyuan a thorough bath. He held Yuan Shiyuan in his arms the entire time, the two remaining inseparable, clinging together like conjoined twins.
He would occasionally tilt his head to kiss Yuan Shiyuan’s cheek or fingers, his fingertips threading through the soft pink strands of hair to gently work up a dense, creamy lather.
“Mmm?”
Yuan Shiyuan suddenly felt a stinging sensation in his eyes and mumbled groggily. He blinked awake to find his chin gripped, his eyes being wiped clean of stray foam, and an enlarged face looming before him.
“……” Yuan Shiyuan’s lips parted slightly in a daze, unable to process what he was seeing for several moments.
Bo Jin raised an eyebrow and leaned down to press a kiss against Yuan Shiyuan’s soft cheek. “Feeling any better now? If you’re still uncomfortable, I’ll take you to see a doctor.”
Bo Jin didn’t trust Ying Mingxi’s medical skills.
But given their profession, taking Yuan Shiyuan to a hospital right now would inevitably attract unwanted attention, especially considering Yuan Shiyuan had a huge number of sasaeng fans.
Yuan Shiyuan still wore a dazed expression.
After a long moment, he tentatively reached up to touch his head, his expression shifting subtly. “Brother Bo Jin, have you… been here the whole time?”
“You haven’t gone out at all?” he added incredulously.
“Is that not allowed?” Bo Jin chuckled, cupping a handful of warm water to rinse the foam from Yuan Shiyuan’s hair.
Seeing Yuan Shiyuan’s utterly disbelieving expression, as if his entire worldview had been shattered, Bo Jin couldn’t resist pulling him close and planting another loud kiss on his cheek.
“So, you can ride me, but I can’t even stay here?”
At this, Bo Jin’s tone deliberately turned serious. “And what exactly has Ying Mingxi been teaching you? He’s a complete pervert, dragging you into all sorts of weird stuff.”
“Stay away from him in the future,” he paused, then added, “unless it’s an emergency.”
They knew perfectly well what this “emergency” referred to.
Yuan Shiyuan urgently needed S-rank pheromones. Judging by his current condition, even two S-rank pheromones were barely enough to satiate him. What about the future? Would his appetite grow exponentially, demanding two, three, four, or even more?
The mere thought of this scenario was unbearable for Bo Jin. No S-rank Alpha could ever accept sharing.
But Yuan Shiyuan was ill.
Even though Bo Jin loathed the idea with every fiber of his being, he had to overcome his possessive instincts. He couldn’t gamble with Yuan Shiyuan’s health.
Bo Jin kept telling himself it was just for medical treatment. Yuan Shiyuan was sleeping with them solely to extract S-rank pheromones, with no other intentions.
Those S-rank Alphas were merely tools for Yuan Shiyuan’s recovery—like a temporary relief massage stick, nothing more than an inanimate object.
Even Bo Jin found this justification absurd and unconvincing, yet he forced himself to believe it.
He was far more worried about Yuan Shiyuan’s health than the thought of him sleeping with others.
Everything else seemed insignificant now.
As Bo Jin was busy comforting and deceiving himself, Yuan Shiyuan’s consciousness gradually returned, his eyes slowly regaining focus.
Yuan Shiyuan nestled in Bo Jin’s arms, feeling the Alpha’s scorching body temperature and pheromones, a snow-white towel draped over his head. He comfortably squinted his eyes.
After a long moment, he asked, puzzled, “Why did you tell me to leave earlier?”
Even though Bo Jin had eventually held him and begged him to stay.
“I was afraid I’d lose control and hurt you,” Bo Jin whispered, rinsing the bubbles from Yuan Shiyuan’s neck. “Besides… I didn’t want to do it with you when I wasn’t fully aware.”
“Didn’t you say I’m too small?”
Yuan Shiyuan often grumbled about his small appetite, claiming he couldn’t eat much, and stubbornly resisted Bo Jin. While Bo Jin thought he was perfectly fine, not nearly as fragile as Yuan Shiyuan made him out to be.
But during his susceptible period, when Bo Jin’s control faltered, he dared not cross the line. He was terrified of any risk, unwilling to let Yuan Shiyuan feel even the slightest pain.
“Oh…” Yuan Shiyuan responded, sounding only half-comprehending.
Sliding down against the Alpha’s chest in the warm water, Yuan Shiyuan submerged his chin, luxuriating in the hot bath.
He narrowed his eyes, suddenly sensing something was amiss.
This feels… strange.
Frowning, Yuan Shiyuan paused to consider it before reaching down to check again.
Panic flashed across his face as he jerked his head up. “Brother Bo Jin, I think… I’ve lost all sensation?”
Bo Jin froze. “What?”
“I’m numb! I can’t feel anything!”
“How could that be…?”
Yuan Shiyuan’s expression was one of utter devastation. “How couldn’t it be? Don’t you know your situation? You’re a mixed-blood…”
“Mixed-bloods are massive!”
Not to mention Bo Jin was an S-rank Alpha—a super-duper-mega-sized S-rank Alpha on steroids.
Yuan Shiyuan frantically grabbed his Little Pink Rod, only to discover in despair that he couldn’t even pee.
Bo Jin’s expression turned grave.
Fortunately, Ying Mingxi arrived just in time.
As he was about to knock on the door, Bo Jin was preparing to rush Yuan Shiyuan to the hospital.
They came face to face in the doorway.
Ying Mingxi smiled gently, holding up a plastic bag. “Shiyuan, I brought some medicine. It might help.”
Yuan Shiyuan hurried forward, his steps quick and small. “Brother Mingxi, I can’t feel anything… front or back.” He looked like he was about to cry. “I can’t even pee…”
Ying Mingxi paused, taken aback. Yuan Shiyuan’s expression was frantic, and he should have prioritized comforting him. Yet the watery sheen in Yuan Shiyuan’s eyes inexplicably struck him as adorable.
“It might be a bit much. I checked—it’s a normal reaction.” He paused, glancing sideways at Bo Jin with a casual glance. “After all, forcibly inserting something so much larger… well, it was quite a stretch.”
He pulled Yuan Shiyuan halfway into his arms, soothing him softly, “You’ve been through a lot, Shiyuan.”
Yuan Shiyuan remained worried.
Snuggled in the Alpha’s embrace, he glanced down at the medications in the plastic bag. After examining several ointments and reading the instructions, he realized that his symptoms were indeed normal.
It was, after all, his first time undergoing a full 1/1 bonding during the first snow. The whole ordeal had been fraught with complications. If Yuan Shiyuan hadn’t fainted, his poor rectum might have suffered even more.
At this thought, Yuan Shiyuan suddenly looked up at Ying Mingxi. “Brother Mingxi, did you take your medicine?”
“I gave Brother Bo Jin his medicine, but you…” He trailed off, unsure.
In the heat of the moment, Yuan Shiyuan, lacking any spare medicine, had completely forgotten about it.
Under Yuan Shiyuan’s anxious gaze and Bo Jin’s icy glare, Ying Mingxi smiled faintly.
“I’ve had a vasectomy.”
“…?!”
On the same day Ying Mingche had the pearl implants inserted, Ying Mingxi had also scheduled his surgery.
A vasectomy.
Ying Mingxi had no desire for children. He couldn’t bear the thought of a child stealing the attention that rightfully belonged to him, nor did he want Yuan Shiyuan to endure even the slightest pain from childbirth… He remembered all too well that Yuan Shiyuan feared pain above all else.
Moreover, given Yuan Shiyuan’s current circumstances, a vasectomy was the safest and most competitive choice.
“Oh, I see…” Yuan Shiyuan was stunned by this revelation, his expression momentarily blank. “So that’s how it is.”
“A secret vasectomy?” Bo Jin sneered. “How utterly despicable.”
“It’s my body, my decision. How can that be considered ‘secret’?” Ying Mingxi countered calmly. “I only did it for Shiyuan’s sake—to ensure I could provide him with ample pheromones anytime, anywhere.”
“So, Shiyuan…”
Ying Mingxi gently cupped Yuan Shiyuan’s cheek, his gaze deep and tender. “Whenever you need me, you can always come to me.”
“I’m perfectly safe.”