Pretending to Be an Alpha in an All-Alpha Boy Band - Chapter 118

Chapter 118: Little Yuan’s Husband

“Will this help, Shiyuan?”

Ying Mingxi squeezed a dollop of ointment onto his fingertip and gently parted the slightly swollen wound.

Worried that the coldness of the medicine might irritate the wound, he didn’t immediately apply it. Instead, he first circled the area around the wound, letting the milky white ointment melt into a clear, watery film before slowly, bit by bit, pressing it into the wound.

Despite the gradual acclimation, the icy sensation still made Yuan Shiyuan flinch slightly.

He instinctively tried to close his knees, but Ying Mingxi’s large hands, firmly braced against his inner thighs, forcefully prevented him, spreading his legs even wider with an undeniable force.

Looking down, Yuan Shiyuan could see Ying Mingxi kneeling before him, his brow furrowed in concentration as he applied the ointment. Yet when he looked up, he could see Bo Jin behind him.

Sitting on Bo Jin’s lap while Ying Mingxi tended to his wound… the scene was undeniably… mortifying.

“The doctor’s asking you something,” Bo Jin teased, noticing Yuan Shiyuan’s furrowed brow.

Unfazed by the implication of flirting, Ying Mingxi continued applying the ointment. To ensure even distribution, he added his middle finger, carefully swirling the ointment inside the wound in small, probing motions.

As the ointment melted from the body heat within the wound, it made a faint, watery sound.

“It feels a little better… maybe?” Yuan Shiyuan said uncertainly.

Leaning against Bo Jin, he didn’t dare look, but the sounds at his ear refused to cease.

Being watched by two Alphas simultaneously filled him with an inexplicable shame. To distract himself, he absentmindedly grabbed at the Little Pink Rod.

Bo Jin considerately took over, gently massaging the area with the palm of his hand.

Yuan Shiyuan immersed himself in the sensation for a moment, his expression brightening slightly.

Feeling is returning… It’s recovering.

As if sensing his thoughts, Ying Mingxi gently explained, “You probably overstimulated it earlier, Shiyuan. By the end, you were barely there, just a wisp…”

“Alright, Brother Mingxi,” Yuan Shiyuan interrupted, the tips of his ears trembling slightly. “You don’t need to go into such detail.”

Yuan Shiyuan’s ears and cheeks flushed a deep crimson, but he forced himself to appear calm, even deliberately feigning indifference.

He simply closed his eyes, leaned back against Bo Jin, and pretended to be dead, ignoring the soft, watery sounds of the ointment being applied.

Forget it. I can’t be bothered thinking about it.

There’s nothing to be embarrassed about, right? It’s just ointment. We’ve already pulled weeds in the Arctic; applying ointment with a finger is nothing.

Ying Mingxi was happy to help, which meant Yuan Shiyuan could relax and avoid having to do it himself.

“How does it feel?”

When Ying Mingxi withdrew his hand, a viscous, translucent thread of melted ointment stretched between his fingertip and the snow, snapping with a barely audible plink as it broke.

Yuan Shiyuan instinctively flinched, then answered honestly, “It’s okay.”

Ying Mingxi tilted his head, smiling. “I meant, how did it feel before?”

“It was a bit sudden… I’m sorry, Shiyuan,” the Alpha said apologetically. “Afterward, when I reviewed what happened, I realized I could have done many things better. I’ll be more careful next time.”

At the time, Yuan Shiyuan had been stunned by Ying Mingxi’s sudden transformation, unable to believe that such harsh words and aggressive actions could come from the usually gentle Ying Mingxi.

But now, having calmed down and still basking in the lingering comfort, he actually thought it was okay.

As long as Ying Mingxi didn’t go overboard next time and kept things within reasonable bounds, it would be fine.

After all, he had enjoyed himself, hadn’t he?

Bo Jin, listening to Ying Mingxi’s performance, sneered and forcefully interrupted, “I thought you’d say you’d rather replace him with Pei Yanbing.”

Yuan Shiyuan was puzzled. “Why switch to the captain?”

“Didn’t you always want to try both my and the captain’s pheromones at the same time?” Bo Jin asked.

Yuan Shiyuan instantly realized what Bo Jin meant, but he denied it, retorting with feigned indignation, “I never thought that!”

Bo Jin’s words left Yuan Shiyuan feeling a pang of regret.

Pei Yanbing’s lingering pheromones had mostly dissipated, yet the faint coolness they left behind, alternating with Bo Jin’s scalding pheromones, still evoked an exquisite memory.

If Pei Yanbing had left more pheromones, it might have been even better… Yuan Shiyuan thought, his mind in turmoil.

When Bo Jin released him, he instinctively reached for Yuan Shiyuan’s hand, only to have it forcefully slapped away.

“What’s with all the mushiness?” Yuan Shiyuan said, his tone slightly disgusted. “Enough already.”

“……”

Bo Jin fell silent.

Beside them, Ying Mingxi seemed completely unfazed, as if he were used to this routine.

During moments of pleasure, Yuan Shiyuan threw caution to the wind. If trying new things would enhance his comfort, he didn’t mind cooperating, even taking the initiative to experiment with new variations.

But the moment it ended, he seemed to forget everything, switching modes with the click of a button.

He resumed his role as a perfectly straight man, clean and innocent.

“You weren’t like this just now,” Bo Jin murmured.

Yuan Shiyuan actually detected a hint of grievance in Bo Jin’s tone.

“Isn’t that normal? I was already enjoying myself. Cooperating made it even better—why wouldn’t I?” He paused, then added earnestly, “But too much pleasure is no good either.”

There were moments when the overwhelming intensity of pleasure became unbearable, even triggering a panicked urge to escape.

Yuan Shiyuan’s nonchalant “use and discard” attitude left Bo Jin feeling inexplicably like a thoroughly used massage vibrator.

He ultimately chose silence, afraid that Yuan Shiyuan might say something “good brother” or similarly clueless that would shatter the mood.

After the medication was applied, Yuan Shiyuan settled in for a nap, watching Ying Mingxi meticulously tuck the blanket corners around him.

For some reason, his thoughts drifted to Ying Mingxi’s vasectomy.

Noticing his gaze, Ying Mingxi smiled gently. “What’s wrong? Is the temperature uncomfortable?”

“No,” Yuan Shiyuan shook his head. “The temperature is perfect. It’s just…”

He struggled to articulate his feelings. If not for an accident, Ying Mingxi probably never would have told him about the vasectomy.

Unlike Ying Mingche, who couldn’t wait to flaunt his newly inserted beads.

Reflecting on Ying Mingxi’s earlier actions—his meticulous aftercare, the prepared medicine, his careful application of the ointment, and his gentle smile in response to Bo Jin’s obvious provocations—Yuan Shiyuan realized how completely Ying Mingxi had focused on his comfort.

With Ying Mingxi by his side, Yuan Shiyuan felt incomparably comfortable and at ease, practically free from any worries.

Reflecting on this, he unconsciously pressed his face into Ying Mingxi’s palm, letting out a slow sigh. “It’s just… Brother Mingxi, I’m starting to depend on you too much.”

He wasn’t lazy; on the contrary, he was diligent and capable of independent living, taking excellent care of himself. But once he had experienced such meticulous care, returning to his previous life felt impossible.

The warmth from Ying Mingxi’s palm seemed to flow through his veins, reaching the deepest recesses of his heart.

Ying Mingxi froze, his gaze fixed on Yuan Shiyuan as the younger man gently rubbed his cheek against his palm. For a moment, he was completely lost in thought.

“Then don’t leave me,” he said softly, his voice carrying a clear plea. “Please?”

“Sure,” Yuan Shiyuan agreed readily. “As long as you don’t leave me, I won’t leave you either.”

As soon as the words left his lips, Yuan Shiyuan realized they sounded like something a player might say.

Before he could dwell on it further, sleepiness washed over him, and he drifted off to sleep.

Ying Mingxi sat on the edge of the bed, watching Yuan Shiyuan fall asleep, listening to his breathing gradually deepen into a steady rhythm.

After a long silence, he lifted Yuan Shiyuan’s hand, pressed it against his cheek, and gently kissed his knuckles.

“You’ll keep your promise, won’t you?”

Yuan Shiyuan only slept for half an hour before getting up and heading to the music room.

Pei Yanbing had been waiting there for a long time. When he saw Yuan Shiyuan, a clear look of surprise flashed across his usually cold features. It was as if he hadn’t expected Yuan Shiyuan to come at all.

“Captain, why are you here so early?” Yuan Shiyuan asked. It was barely the agreed-upon time for their meeting. “Have you been waiting for me? For a long time?”

“Not long,” Pei Yanbing replied.

“That’s good.” Yuan Shiyuan breathed a sigh of relief and sat down beside him. “Could I borrow your charging cable? Mine seems to be broken.”

Yuan Shiyuan’s phone had died. He’d plugged it in before going to bed, but the cable, worn out from long use, suddenly refused to charge. He had no choice but to carry the dead phone all the way to the music room.

As a result, he hadn’t seen the messages Pei Yanbing had sent him.

Pei Yanbing paused, then felt a surge of inexplicable joy. He took the charging cable and plugged Yuan Shiyuan’s phone in. When he saw Yuan Shiyuan glance at the pristine white piano, he couldn’t resist turning sideways and secretly kissing the ends of his hair.

“Hmm?”

Yuan Shiyuan didn’t notice the feather-light kiss, only that the Alpha had suddenly moved closer. He instinctively snuggled closer to Pei Yanbing. “Captain, you feel so cool and comfortable.”

In the sweltering summer heat, Pei Yanbing’s pheromones carried a natural icy chill. Whenever Yuan Shiyuan drew near, it felt like pressing against a snow-covered forest—refreshing and comforting.

Yuan Shiyuan loved this coolness.

Hearing this, a faint, unnatural blush crept up Pei Yanbing’s ears.

Seated beside Yuan Shiyuan, Pei Yanbing’s posture stiffened slightly. Yuan Shiyuan hadn’t given his words much thought, but to Pei Yanbing, they were a veiled compliment to his pheromones.

Yuan Shiyuan likes my pheromones.

Warm sunlight streamed through the glass window, illuminating the windowsill above. There, the meticulously cared-for wind chimes still hung—the very bouquet Yuan Shiyuan had given him earlier.

Pei Yanbing inhaled the faint floral scent in the air, his gaze fixed on Yuan Shiyuan’s profile as he played the pure white piano with rapt focus.

Even the gentle breeze seemed to favor him, softly lifting his slightly long, pink hair and blurring his features.

After finishing his piano practice, the dance instructor gathered everyone in the dance studio.

Thanks to the recent high-intensity training, Yuan Shiyuan’s physical stamina had improved significantly, enough to sustain him through the entire stage performance.

The prolonged practice had left his skin flushed with a natural post-exercise glow.

He panted slightly, tilted his head back, and took a long swig from his mineral water bottle. Some of the water spilled from the corner of his mouth, trickling down his chin and collarbone, and even seeping into the collar of his shirt.

Bo Jin couldn’t shake his concern, especially after Yuan Shiyuan’s recent fainting spell. Now he was pushing himself through another grueling dance session…

He murmured, “Are you okay?”

Yuan Shiyuan looked genuinely confused. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

The other Alphas turned curious glances their way. Bo Jin hesitated, unable to speak directly, and said vaguely, “You were just…”

Yuan Shiyuan barely suppressed a laugh.

He propped his elbow on one hand, his gaze drifting lazily sideways. “You think too highly of yourself, don’t you?”

So what if we slept together? How could that possibly interfere with dance practice?

Bo Jin doesn’t think he’s all that, does he? That after sleeping with him, I’d be too weak to walk, practically crippled and stuck in bed like a broken toy?

Overthinking things again.

Yuan Shiyuan casually took another sip of water. “It’s not like I felt nothing at all, but it wasn’t nearly as dramatic as you’re imagining.”

“You and Brother Mingxi… well, you two are just alright, I guess. Not bad.”

Bo Jin remained silent. Beside him, Ying Mingxi smiled gently. “That’s good to hear.”

Yuan Shiyuan’s physical constitution was truly exceptional. As an Alpha, he had already been S-rank; after differentiating into an Omega, his rank soared to an astonishing 3S.

Earlier, he had indeed felt some strain, his muscles aching slightly. But these sensations didn’t interfere with his daily life, let alone his dance practice.

Though… sometimes, when Xiao Xue was thoroughly stimulated, he would feel a faint discomfort, like a foreign object.

But this discomfort was almost negligible.

“What do you mean ‘just alright’? And ‘you two’?”

Suddenly, an arm draped across Yuan Shiyuan’s shoulder.

Ying Mingche pulled him close with a sardonic smile, whispering into Yuan Shiyuan’s ear, “Darling, playing double-headed dragon behind my back?”

The others didn’t catch Ying Mingche’s words, only seeing Yuan Shiyuan abruptly cough, his earlobes and cheeks flushing an unnatural crimson.

Jiang Heng frowned. “What are you saying?”

“None of your damn business.”

Ying Mingche seethed with jealousy and resentment. He’d thought only his brother was involved, but now even Bo Jin had gotten his turn—and he still hadn’t!

He knew exactly what had happened between them earlier, but now he had to pretend ignorance, all because Yuan Shiyuan liked obedient types.

Ying Mingche grinned cheekily and leaned closer. “When are you going to take me along? You know what I’m like now—it’ll be amazing.”

Yuan Shiyuan shoved his face away. “No way. I refuse.”

“Why refuse me?” Ying Mingche persisted relentlessly. “My brother gets a shot, but I don’t?”

“I’d definitely be better than him…”

The dance instructors nearby stared in dumbfounded silence.

Is this how S-rank alphas really act behind closed doors?

Their expressions were shocked as they watched the pink-haired youth surrounded by five S-rank alphas, catching snippets of their conversation. A strange excitement stirred within them.

They’d worked in the entertainment industry for years and seen countless idols promote their CPs, but they’d never witnessed such genuine, raw intimacy—a scene that felt like a true outpouring of emotion.

Especially striking was the contrast between Yuan Shiyuan’s languid demeanor and his surprisingly resilient physique, dwarfed by the towering S-ranks around him. The slender curve of his waist always sparked vivid fantasies.

No wonder.

No wonder so many fans shipped all Yuan—the hype never died down.

Even the staff couldn’t resist indulging in a bit of shipping.

Zhuang He, however, wore a look of shock.

Of the entire team, Ying Mingche was the one he distrusted most. He rushed forward, tugging Ying Mingche away, fearing he might take advantage of Yuan Shiyuan.

“Alright, enough chatting,” Zhuang He interrupted. “You’ve rested enough, right? Remember to post on Weibo later and engage with your fans.”

Yuan Shiyuan, for his part, loved to engage with his fans.

He frequently posted photos on Weibo, both for business and for fun, and often replied to fan comments.

He pulled out his phone and took a selfie in the mirror, framing the entire team in the shot.

Bo Jin leaned close, wrapping an arm around Yuan Shiyuan’s waist, while Ying Mingche casually draped an arm over his shoulder. Pei Yanbing was drinking water, Jiang Heng strode toward them, and Ying Mingxi wiped sweat from his brow. The only common thread: every single one of them turned to face the camera when they saw him taking the photo.

In the center of the frame, Yuan Shiyuan’s face dominated the composition.

He grinned brilliantly, his long pink hair, loosened from its band, cascaded down one side, strands clinging to his damp neck and snaking irregularly into the depths of his collar.

After taking the photo, Yuan Shiyuan reviewed it, ensuring everyone’s angle was flattering before posting it without even adding a filter.

He muted the sound and posted the live photos on Weibo.

—Little Yuan, Little Yuan, we love you!! [Loudspeaker emoji]

—Huh? Everyone’s clothes are disheveled, Little Yuan’s face is so red and he’s soaking wet… If the dance instructor weren’t in the background, I’d think they’d been doing something in the practice room! [Facepalm emoji]

—Big Brother, where are you putting your hand? And why are you touching him? @BrotherHuo [Eye-roll emoji]

—I’m speechless. The full-length mirror in the back clearly shows Brother Huo’s hand on Little Yuan’s waist, and Corn Sausage has his arm around his shoulder. You guys aren’t even pretending anymore, are you?

—○ just casually dropped Scepter’s Group Session live photos. [Lustful emoji]

Yuan Shiyuan only then realized Bo Jin’s hand had been resting on his waist the entire time, even subtly caressing his side in the live photo.

He hadn’t noticed at all!

Had they grown so familiar and accustomed to each other’s bodies?

“What about the others? Have they posted anything yet?” Zhuang He urged from the side.

Ying Mingche scrolled through his phone, a nonchalant smile playing on his lips. “Yeah, they posted. But everyone’s roasting me.”

He randomly read out a comment: “‘Can you back off Little Yuan already…?’ LOL, another Alpha’s having a meltdown? Jealous I get to be so close to Princess Yuanyuan.”

Just a minute after the post went live, the comments sections of the others were already swarming with activity.

Yuan Shiyuan’s Dream Alpha Fans were jokingly referred to as “mad dogs” within the industry, and the title was well-earned. His five teammates were considered their number one “romantic rivals.”

Zhuang He offered a few token words of comfort, but to his surprise, the S-rank members seemed completely unfazed by the onslaught. They calmly put away their phones and instinctively formed a protective circle around Yuan Shiyuan.

Yuan Shiyuan was hunched over, scrolling through the comments.

– Has Director Chen’s “Greed” really been cast? Seriously?! Little Yuan, you’re amazing!

– There are so many cannon fodder Alphas in the original novel. Little Yuan, can you really handle them all? drooling

– He’s gonna be stuffed till he’s round as an ○! smirking

– He’s already as round as an ○! Just look at their intimate interactions—they’ve definitely been up to no good behind closed doors.

– Maybe Little Yuan was already passed around for a feeding frenzy even before this photo was taken! sobbing

When Yuan Shiyuan read that last comment, his fingertips suddenly burned, and his cheeks flushed hot.

How do these netizens know so much? Are they clairvoyant?

What do they mean by “passed around”…?

It was only two!

In the past, when Yuan Shiyuan read such comments or fanfiction, he’d simply marvel at the fans’ creativity and imagination. But now that these scenarios were actually unfolding, a subtle shift occurred in his mindset.

He replied to a few serious comments, but couldn’t keep up. Taking advantage of the break, he decided to start a livestream.

—Little Yuan Baby, Mom loves you!!

The danmaku flooded the screen, all calling him “Baby” and shouting “Love.”

Even though he’d been called “Baby” countless times, Yuan Shiyuan still felt embarrassed by the nickname.

“I love you all too,” he said with a smile, patiently answering the fans’ most pressing questions. “The exact filming start date hasn’t been finalized yet. We’re all following the production team’s schedule.”

Noticing someone mention his long hair, Yuan Shiyuan glanced down. It was true—his hair had grown quite long. He used his slender, pale fingers to lift a strand of pink hair and leaned closer to the camera, letting his fans see it more clearly.

“I’ve been letting it grow for the role,” he explained. “The character has long hair and likes to wear women’s clothing in private.”

—Whoa! Women’s clothing ○! I’m already hyped up! [sparkling eyes]

—Speaking of which, I saw a beautiful Big Sister who looked a lot like Little Yuan while I was shopping at the mall the other day. The person next to her looked a lot like Brother Huo, and they were both wearing masks. But it probably wasn’t them~

Yuan Shiyuan happened to catch that danmaku. His eyelid twitched violently. Luckily, the livestream had a large audience and the danmaku was scrolling so fast that no one else noticed.

— Have the other cannon fodder and main consort roles been cast yet? I’m so hyped! The original plot is crazy thrilling—the protagonist keeps switching bed partners, and he even has a useless husband. It’s practically a harem!

— Holy shit, Yuan Shiyuan’s really gonna become the Circle Emperor now!

“The other roles haven’t been finalized yet,” Yuan Shiyuan said after a moment’s thought. “Director Chen will announce the open auditions soon.” He added casually, “Some of the other Scepter members will also be competing for roles. I hope they audition successfully.”

— ?!

— ????!

The danmaku exploded with shocked question marks and exclamation points.

Yuan Shiyuan’s CP fanbase was massive, especially the “all Yuan” pairings, which made up the overwhelming majority. Now that he had landed a racy script, and the characters who would be getting intimate with him might actually be other members of Scepter!

This was basically CP fanservice on steroids—spoon-feeding them sugar.

The danmaku erupted into frenzied celebration.

But while some rejoiced, others despaired.

— Why?! Why?! WHY?!

— Why take this script?! WHY?!

— ? Stop being delusional, Dream Alpha Fans. Mind your own business about what script Little Yuan chooses. Don’t you know how legendary this director is? If you’re so capable, fund your own IP and cast Little Yuan yourself. Otherwise, shut up and stop hindering our ○ Emperor’s career development, okay?

Only incompetent Alphas would bark like this.

The previously harmonious danmaku atmosphere suddenly turned chaotic.

Do you even know how many people you’ll have to kiss? The original work is full of intimate scenes! Do you?!

Not just kissing scenes—there are also bed scenes! All kinds of bed scenes! You’ll be tossed around by multiple Alphas!

So many Alphas! So many!!

How can you kiss other Alphas?!

Yuan Shiyuan hadn’t noticed these accounts before. Now that he saw them, he realized their fan levels were high and they were displaying his fan badges. It was clear they had been diligently collecting data and spending a lot of money—they were true veteran fans.

He had always treated all his fans equally. Even though some of their wording was impolite and their tone agitated, he softened his voice and responded with a smile.

“This is my job.”

“Now that I’ve decided to take on this script, I’ll give it my absolute best,” Yuan Shiyuan said, his voice calm yet strikingly determined. “Although this is my first acting experience, and there’s much I still need to learn, I’ll strive to perfect every scene, including the intimate ones.”

“And thank you for your affection,” he murmured, gently pronouncing the fan’s ID. His eyes curved into a tender smile. “…Little Yuan’s husband.”

On the other side of the screen, the Alpha who had been furiously typing in the livestream chat froze. At those final, tender words, a tremor ran through his fingers, and a tingling sensation shot through his ears.

He gripped his phone tightly, his Adam’s apple bobbing involuntarily.

Little Yuan just called him her husband!

A colossal, surreal wave of happiness washed over the Alpha, dizzying him. Before he could compose himself, a torrent of new danmaku flooded the screen, burying his own message in an instant.

I’m here!

Yuanyuan, my wife, my wife, I’m here! [Starry-eyed emoji]

—Aiya, wifey, you’ve already made it official? Your hubby is making a grand entrance! [shy]

—Wifey, wifey! What dress will you wear? Can you give us a sneak peek beforehand? Please, pretty please? [expectant]

—Me too! [fingers twiddling]

The danmaku was flooded with comments about dresses.

Yuan Shiyuan pondered for a moment before saying, “You all really want to see me in a dress? Then I’ll wear one for you during my next livestream. How’s that?”

—I want to see you in a maid outfit!

—I want a sailor suit!

—Aaaah! I want the little devil costume we didn’t get to see on that variety show!

“But I’ve been pretty busy lately, so I might not be able to livestream right away. If you have any favorite dresses, please leave a comment under my latest post—I check them every night,” Yuan Shiyuan said with an embarrassed smile. “Our album is about to be announced, and there will be a concert afterward. This is my first group album and concert since joining Scepter, so if you can…”

He looked directly into the camera, his amber eyes clear and bright as he earnestly pleaded in a soft voice, “Please give us your full support.”