Pretending to Be an Alpha in an All-Alpha Boy Band - Chapter 120
Chapter 120: Rising Demand
Starry Night Entertainment deliberately chose an auspicious date to suddenly release Scepter’s new album without any prior announcement.
Yuan Shiyuan had only ever posted videos on short-video platforms before. He never imagined he’d actually release an album one day—even if it was a group album.
His mobile phone was charging neatly on the bedside table. Yuan Shiyuan tossed and turned on the bed, then buried his face in the quilt, slowly nuzzling into the fabric.
He was a little nervous.
I wonder if everyone will like it.
Scepter’s new album was the result of countless rounds of polishing and revisions by Yuan Shiyuan and the team. One of the lead singles had been almost entirely written by him alone.
He cherished this creative work more than anything else.
A faint sound of footsteps approached the edge of the bed.
Bo Jin gently dug Yuan Shiyuan out from under the covers. “Director Chen had the script sent over.”
Yuan Shiyuan froze. “So soon?”
Just earlier, Chen Yin had mentioned wanting to revise a few minor details in the script. How could they have sent the complete version so quickly?
“They probably want you to familiarize yourself with it early and get into character sooner.”
Bo Jin understood. After all, this was Yuan Shiyuan’s first acting role. It would take time to bond with the character, and Chen Yin likely hoped Yuan Shiyuan could find his rhythm as soon as possible.
Yuan Shiyuan carefully put the script away, glanced at the time, and realized it was time to resume dance practice.
As he swung his legs off the bed, the hem of his shirt rode up. Bo Jin suddenly grabbed his hand and yanked the fabric higher.
“Why is it still so red?”
Yuan Shiyuan looked down and finally understood what Bo Jin was referring to.
After applying medicine and resting, Xiao Xue’s swelling had subsided, but her flat stomach still bore mottled, vivid pink marks, as if the color were seeping from within. Two days had passed, yet the crimson hue had only faded to a pale pink, starkly conspicuous against her slender waist.
“How dare you even ask?” Yuan Shiyuan slapped Bo Jin’s hand away, turning his face aside. “Don’t you know what you did?”
Bo Jin scooped him back into his arms. “Too rough?”
Yuan Shiyuan remained silent.
“I’m inexperienced,” Bo Jin murmured, pinching his chin and coaxing him softly. “I’ll be more careful next time.”
“I’ll be gentler next time, okay?”
Yuan Shiyuan sneered coldly.
Next time?
He had finally grasped the terrifying reality of mixed-race hybrids.
Even if there were a next time, he wouldn’t willingly subject himself to such agony by seeking out Bo Jin again.
Oblivious to Yuan Shiyuan’s resolve, Bo Jin wrapped a long arm around his shoulder, almost half-carrying him forward. Yuan Shiyuan’s entire weight leaned into him, and the faint scent of his cologne drifted onto Bo Jin’s shirt, clinging to the fabric.
Bo Jin glanced down occasionally at Yuan Shiyuan’s profile, his fingers idly twirling a strand of the slightly long pink hair.
The corridor was sparsely populated. When they did encounter someone, the passerby showed no surprise at their intimate behavior, instead greeting them warmly as if it were commonplace.
In this moment, Bo Jin experienced a sudden, startling illusion:
As if they were newlyweds, still fresh from the altar.
Inside the dance studio, Yuan Shiyuan rehearsed diligently with the other members of Scepter.
After weeks of rigorous training, his physical stamina now supported high-intensity performances. Yet he had also unexpectedly discovered that as his training intensity increased, so did his body’s demands.
His appetite had surged, and his craving for S-rank pheromones had grown in tandem.
What if my heat period… suddenly erupts? On stage?
Absolutely not.
It seemed Yuan Shiyuan would need to resolve this issue with someone before the official performance.
Two people’s pheromones should be enough, right? Three would be too much—I’m still quite traditional and conservative; I can’t bring myself to do that.
Yuan Shiyuan immediately ruled out Bo Jin, the biggest threat.
His gaze swept across the dance studio, and as if sensing his attention, every S-rank individual turned to look at him.
Which two would be the most suitable?