Pretending to Be an Alpha in an All-Alpha Boy Band - Chapter 124

Chapter 124: Boy Group Shared Wife

At that moment, Ying Mingxi silently approached Yuan Shiyuan from behind.

He slipped his hand under the waistband, slowly twisting the already soaked, thin fabric into a tight strand. Under Yuan Shiyuan’s startled, moist gaze, he abruptly released it.

The waterlogged strand snapped back with a crisp, splashing sound.

“Brother Mingxi, you—!” Yuan Shiyuan whimpered, instinctively shrinking forward. Before him loomed Ying Mingche, demanding kisses with predatory intensity, while behind him stood Ying Mingxi, his expression gentle but his actions startlingly bold…

The two nearly identical faces created an unsettling, disorienting sensation in Yuan Shiyuan.

Coupled with the Alphas’ unabashedly heated gazes…

Shame washed over him in suffocating waves.

Why is everyone so calm? Isn’t this situation incredibly strange…?

“Enough is enough.” Jiang Heng, unable to bear it any longer, seized Yuan Shiyuan from the others’ grasp. He gently wiped the blush from Yuan Shiyuan’s cheeks and the corners of his mouth.

Ying Mingche licked his lips with satisfaction. Noticing Yuan Shiyuan’s still-shaken state, he suddenly smiled.

“I told you long ago my brother’s a freak. You never believed me.”

Yuan Shiyuan leaned against Jiang Heng’s chest, panting softly but still managed to retort, “As if you’re any better!”

Gasping for breath, he pressed closer to Jiang Heng, his nose twitching. He suddenly leaned in and nuzzled Jiang Heng’s neck. “Smells so good… It’s your pheromone.”

The words acted like a signal.

The other Alphas, as if competing, began releasing their pheromones in a frenzy.

Different types of S-rank pheromones mingled and clashed.

Normally, they would have been unable to tolerate each other, but in this moment, the faint fragrance permeating the air seemed to possess an overwhelming, crushing force. It forced them into submission, compelling them to accept each other’s presence, and united them in pleasing the same Omega.

Ying Mingxi gently approached, smoothing a stray strand of Yuan Shiyuan’s hair behind his ear. “Shiyuan, you might need pheromones again.”

“Mm-hmm,” Yuan Shiyuan nodded. “I really want them right now.”

Already highly sensitive, Yuan Shiyuan’s lower abdomen had been warming faintly after repeatedly reviewing the script.

The stimulation from the kiss and the pheromones had reignited the overwhelming craving for pheromones within him.

But…

As Yuan Shiyuan glanced sidelong at the surrounding Alphas, a sense of dread stirred within him.

Are there… a few too many people here?

Noticing Yuan Shiyuan’s unease, Ying Mingxi reassured him, “They won’t all stay. Let’s shower first, and then you can choose, okay?”

“Whoever’s pheromone you want, just have them help you.”

“The others will wait in the living room. If you still want more later and there’s extra, we’ll store it in a container for next time.”

“If it’s okay with you, I’ll go downstairs and get some adult diapers, ointment, glucose, syringes—everything you might need,” the Alpha thoughtfully added. “That way, you’ll be more comfortable afterward. How does that sound?”

As long as it’s not all at once.

Yuan Shiyuan breathed a sigh of relief and nodded gently.

“Were you just feeling a little overwhelmed by all the attention?” Ying Mingxi asked casually.

“Too many people,” Yuan Shiyuan murmured, glancing at the others and confirming softly, “They’ll wait outside later, right?”

“Can they even wait outside?”

The mere thought of others waiting in the living room, faintly hearing and knowing everything happening in the bedroom…

Yuan Shiyuan, still deeply conservative and traditional at heart, couldn’t bear the thought of being indirectly watched by a crowd during such an intimate moment.

“The film set will be even more crowded,” Ying Mingxi said gently, his eyes crinkling with a gentle smile. “Shiyuan, you need to get used to being watched.”

Easy for him to say…

But on set, you don’t actually have to be… done for real, right?

Inside the restroom, Jiang Heng had already started showering.

Ying Mingxi walked to the dining table and took out a pack of pills.

“Even though I don’t know who Shiyuan will choose later,” he said softly, glancing at Yuan Shiyuan who was lounging leisurely on the bed, “let’s all take one as a precaution.”

Even someone as meticulous as Ying Mingxi couldn’t quite grasp Yuan Shiyuan’s true feelings.

He had been certain that Yuan Shiyuan would never accept a polyamorous relationship, but reality had slapped him hard.

Yuan Shiyuan had consumed two Alphas’ pheromones almost simultaneously and then declared that one Alpha’s pheromones weren’t enough.

If he needed at least two now, what about the future?

Would the five Alphas in their group truly be enough?

Except for Ying Mingche, the other Alphas were veterans at taking the pills, their movements swift and practiced.

Yuan Shiyuan lay on the bed, absently flipping through his script, but the more he read, the hotter he felt. While the Alphas were in the living room, he quietly slipped his hand under the covers and slowly massaged his gland.

His eyelashes fluttered lightly as he curled onto his side, arching his back and slowly rubbing his knees together.

Not enough.

Far from enough.

Yuan Shiyuan sighed silently.

Peeking into the living room, he saw no one was paying attention to the bedroom. Taking advantage of Ying Mingxi’s absence, before things got serious, he quietly slipped his fingertip into the snowy cleft.

In that instant, Yuan Shiyuan froze.

What…? It’s already biting me?

Yuan Shiyuan marveled even more. He truly was a chosen Omega, transforming into a runaway faucet in mere moments, completely out of control.

The section of blanket between his teeth was thoroughly soaked, yet he continued to bite down tightly, secretly taking matters into his own hands.

Completely unaware, the Alpha had quietly entered the bedroom.

Ying Mingche abruptly yanked back the covers, a potent wave of Bluebell pheromone washing over him, accompanied by a cloyingly sweet fragrance. Even his fingertip was still being bitten by the crimson cleft. Yuan Shiyuan turned his head in shock, meeting the four Alphas’ dark, inscrutable gazes.

“…”

“Why didn’t you ask us for help if you needed it?”

Ying Mingche grinned as he climbed onto the bed, pressing his face close to Yuan Shiyuan’s fingertip. He began licking his way down its length, devouring every drop of moisture.

“How could we let our Little Princess do that herself?”

Yuan Shiyuan yanked his hand away, severing the thin, glistening thread of water that had stretched between his fingertips and the snowy cleft.

He maintained a calm demeanor, casually changing the subject. “Is Brother Mingxi back yet?”

“What do you care about my brother? Isn’t our fun enough?”

“No way. We’ll wait until Brother Mingxi gets back first.” This time, Yuan Shiyuan was determined to be fully prepared.

Yuan Shiyuan, his face expressionless, pulled up his pants and planted his feet on the ground. Ying Mingche, still undeterred, persisted with his sales pitch, whispering in his ear.

“Why don’t you try me first? What do you say? Aren’t you curious about the sensation of beads?”

“You liked my tongue stud just now, didn’t you? Try me out, give me a chance. I promise you won’t be disappointed…”

A mental image of an ugly Citrus Lobe flashed through Yuan Shiyuan’s mind.

Indeed… quite ugly. He couldn’t imagine what that would feel like.

“We’ll see,” Yuan Shiyuan said coldly, pushing Ying Mingche away.

Jiang Heng silently approached, reached out, and tucked Yuan Shiyuan’s hand inside his bathrobe.

“Huh?” Yuan Shiyuan looked up, puzzled. “What are you doing?”

Jiang Heng, seemingly doing this for the first time, appeared somewhat embarrassed but forced himself to maintain a composed demeanor. “I’ve been working out a lot lately,” he said. “What do you think… how’s the progress?”

Yuan Shiyuan tugged open the collar of his bathrobe slightly, his gaze lingering on Jiang Heng’s well-defined pectoral muscles and sculpted eight-pack abs. He let out a cold laugh.

“Passable, I guess,” he replied dismissively.

A flicker of disappointment crossed Jiang Heng’s eyes. Thinking Yuan Shiyuan didn’t like his physique, he stubbornly loosened the bathrobe further.

“Little Yuan,” he murmured, “take another look, won’t you?”

Showing off again? Is he ever going to stop?

Just then, a series of urgent knocks echoed from the door. Yuan Shiyuan jumped in surprise—had Ying Mingxi returned already?

Why is he knocking so frantically?

As the closest to the door, Yuan Shiyuan went to answer it, but Jiang Heng, eager to impress, grabbed his hand.

The two walked to the door together.

“Brother Mingxi, why are you back so early—”

Yuan Shiyuan’s voice trailed off abruptly, his pupils dilating.

Standing outside were Yu Jiao, Father Yu, Yu Sijing, and Zhuang He. Something was clearly wrong; their expressions were unusually stern, even tinged with anger.

The moment they saw the scene inside the suite, everyone froze.

Zhuang He stared in disbelief, rubbing his eyes in disbelief. Yu Jiao’s fiery rage froze on her face, momentarily forgetting to explode.

“What’s going on here?” Yu Jiao demanded.

She saw Yuan Shiyuan and Jiang Heng holding hands. Yuan Shiyuan’s face was flushed, his eyes still damp, while Jiang Heng hastily tightened his bathrobe. Several other Alphas were also present in the suite.

She nearly fainted. “Little Heng, why aren’t you dressed properly?”

He was dressed, technically.

But Jiang Heng had deliberately left his bathrobe wide open to show off his post-workout physique. Fortunately, he managed to tug it closed just as the door opened, averting an even more embarrassing situation.

Faced with his manager’s earth-shattering expression, Yuan Shiyuan coughed awkwardly, his gaze darting around. “He’s not usually like this… He’s just a bit hot right now, yeah, a bit hot.”

Zhuang He replied icily, “Does holding his hand make it cooler?”

“No, we… well, it’s just like that,” Yuan Shiyuan stammered, at a loss for a proper explanation.

As Yu Jiao and her entourage entered the room, the lingering, chaotic pheromones in the air immediately darkened their expressions.

“What happened?” Yu Jiao demanded, her voice strained with suppressed fury. “Did they bully you just now? Little Yuan, don’t be afraid. Tell Mommy the truth.”

“No one can bully you.”

“No one bullied me…”

“Still denying it? I saw the news trending on hot searches, Mommy saw everything!”

Hot searches? What hot searches?

Yuan Shiyuan finally unlocked his mobile phone, and several explosive headlines instantly popped up:

—Scepter’s New Member Revealed: The Boy Group’s Communal Wife!

—Shocking! Scepter’s New Member Yuan Shiyuan Is Secretly His Teammates’ …

Yuan Shiyuan: “……”

What on earth is this?!

Scrolling further, it became clear the paparazzi had been stalking him for quite some time, posting numerous photos of him in intimate contact with various Alphas.

There were photos of him and Bo Jin “dating” in women’s clothing while shopping; shots of Jiang Heng cornering him backstage in the dressing room; even photos of multiple Alphas simultaneously holding his hand and wrapping their arms around his waist…

There were even blurry close-ups of his finger and cheek being kissed.

At first, netizens and Yu Jiao alike dismissed it as baseless gossip. But then came a flood of gossip articles, each accompanied by more damning photos.

Yuan Shiyuan secretly carries pheromone extracts from his teammates!

Among men, such an act was considered extremely intimate and suggestive.

The more Yu Jiao looked, the more uneasy she became. She wasn’t one to believe rumors without proof, but the excessively intimate photos, clearly exceeding the bounds of normal social interaction, left her no choice but to suspect something was amiss.

She immediately tried contacting Yuan Shiyuan, but received no prompt response. Frustrated, she went straight to the company manager to demand answers.

Zhuang He initially denied the rumors vehemently, but as he stared at the intimate photos—ones even he had never seen before—self-doubt began to creep in.

The unrestrained intimacy in those pictures was far more complex than he had imagined.

A chilling possibility quietly surfaced.

Could these paparazzi reports actually be true?

Had Scepter truly descended into chaos behind closed doors?!

Yu Jiao knew Yuan Shiyuan needed S-rank pheromone. If Yuan Shiyuan had sought help from his teammates, she could understand. But Yuan Shiyuan was such a sweet, innocent child—there was no way he could be simultaneously juggling so many Alphas.

The only explanation was that Yuan Shiyuan had been coerced… or tricked.

Yuan Shiyuan was still so young, barely stepping into the entertainment industry, and having just differentiated from an Alpha to an Omega… How dare they?!

Clutching his chest, Zhuang He hastily swallowed a blood pressure pill, his voice trembling. “Shiyuan’er… Did they really… force you? Are they truly this… beastly?!”

In Zhuang He’s eyes, Yuan Shiyuan was also a well-behaved child.

Compared to the other rebellious, uncontrollable S-rank Alphas, Yuan Shiyuan was like a little angel who never gave him any cause for concern.

Zhuang He had always known the S-rank Alphas were despicable, but he never imagined they could stoop to such shameless depths.

Jiang Heng was about to speak when Zhuang He waved his hand. “You all shut up. We’re only listening to Shiyuan’er.”

They gave the Alphas no chance to defend themselves.

“We’ve already arranged for the hot searches to be taken down,” Yu Sijing said in a low voice, trying to reassure them, but his brow was tightly furrowed. “But the buzz is massive. It’ll take time to completely suppress it.”

Just then, Ying Mingxi returned.

He wore a mask and hat, carrying several bags filled with various items.

Ying Mingxi froze, startled by the sudden crowd, then tentatively stepped inside.

Though the packages hadn’t been opened, the receipts clearly showed their contents:

• Adult diapers
• Syringes
• Lubricant
• Various types of condoms…

A glance at the nearby trash can revealed an empty blister pack of Alpha-specific birth control pills!

A fierce glint flashed in Yu Jiao’s eyes. “They actually dared to call you the ‘shared wife’ of Scepter’s boy group…”

What was even more infuriating was that these people had actually dared to lay a hand on Yuan Shiyuan!

“Auntie, let me explain…” the Alpha tried to say, but was cut off coldly once more.

“Did I ask you to speak?” Yu Jiao sneered. “You have no right to speak here.”

She turned to Yuan Shiyuan, her voice softening. “Little Yuan, tell Mommy exactly what happened.”

Yu Jiao had been worried sick ever since Yuan Shiyuan, as an Omega, joined the all-Alpha boy group. Now that he might be getting bullied behind her back… how could she possibly stand for it?

“Mommy, no one’s bullying me,” Yuan Shiyuan said, dazed. He stood rooted to the spot, his voice barely audible. “These photos are real, but the story behind them is false.”

“It’s not what you think…”

“Not what I think? Then explain why you were at a hotel, and why there were so many empty… birth control packets in the trash?”

“Because… because…”

Yuan Shiyuan was at his wit’s end. Finally, he steeled himself, lowered his head, and squeezed out a whisper so faint it was almost inaudible:

“…because they’re all my Alphas.”