Pretending to Be an Alpha in an All-Alpha Boy Band - Chapter 127
Chapter 127: Giant Poster
“Do you even realize what you’re saying?” Jiang Heng asked, his voice incredulous. “You want us… to give you pheromones… all at once?”
Five of us, at the same time?
Yuan Shiyuan’s face, flushed an unnatural crimson, mirrored his shock. He hastily corrected himself, “How could that be possible? Of course, I meant one at a time, spaced out…”
He seemed to find the idea utterly absurd. Glancing at the other Alphas, he realized they shared Jiang Heng’s skepticism.
Clutching his knees tightly, Yuan Shiyuan snapped, “Don’t you guys understand the situation? Simultaneously? Even with just two… there’s barely enough space! You couldn’t possibly cram yourselves in, even if you tried!”
Determined to end this quickly, Yuan Shiyuan pressed his burning cheek against Ying Mingxi’s palm, rubbing slowly against it. His voice, thick with discomfort, carried a nasal whine: “I feel awful… I really need pheromones. Any of you… please, just give me some quickly…”
“Stop dragging your feet, okay? I’ll do it,” Ying Mingche interrupted, his tone recklessly frank, “I’m a virgin—I’ll definitely be quick.”
The Alphas fell silent, knowing his claim wasn’t entirely accurate. They’d all started out that way, but none had managed to truly be quick. This was tied to their differentiation rank; the higher an Alpha’s tier, the more advantages they possessed in all aspects. In this regard, they naturally took longer. Similarly, their pheromone concentration and volume would also be greater than those of ordinary Alphas.
While the others still hesitated, Ying Mingche swallowed the pill, knelt by the sofa, and buried his face to devour ravenously.
The silver tongue stud proved its worth in that moment.
The stark temperature contrast between the icy metal surface and the Alpha’s burning skin was unmistakable.
Yuan Shiyuan couldn’t tell if he was being burned or frozen, and let out an involuntary whimper. “Ugh…”
The other Alphas silently swallowed their pills. From their vantage point, they could clearly see the silver tongue stud vanish. When it reappeared, a glistening strand of saliva stretched from the stud to the snowy cleft, then silently recoiled back into his mouth.
Yuan Shiyuan, already unsteady, nearly toppled sideways. A hand gripped his waist from the side, drawing him into Ying Mingxi’s embrace, while his knees instinctively pressed tightly together.
Trapped with his head crushed, Ying Mingche found his breathing nearly suffocated. Yet instead of struggling, he tilted his head back, revealing his glistening face and flashing a crooked grin at Yuan Shiyuan.
He watched as Yuan Shiyuan nestled against his brother, then slowly rose, took Yuan Shiyuan’s hand, steadied the modified instrument, and guided him to insert it himself.
The instrument’s body, studded with six gleaming pearls, looked unnervingly sinister. A single glance made Yuan Shiyuan recoil in disgust, burying his face in Ying Mingxi’s shoulder.
Perhaps sensing his resistance, or perhaps displeased that his attention was divided, Ying Mingche suddenly thrust the entire length inside.
The abruptness of the action made Yuan Shiyuan’s eyes widen, and a dry gag escaped his lips.
“W-wait, ha… wait!”
Before he could finish, a strong hand cupped his jaw. Thin lips pressed against his own, silencing his protests.
“Mingxi… Brother?”
Ying Mingche, however, was displeased that Yuan Shiyuan’s attention had been stolen. He intensified his efforts, trying to reclaim it: “Look closely, darling. It’s not my brother.”
But Yuan Shiyuan couldn’t respond coherently to the Alpha’s words. His attention remained fixated on Ying Mingxi. Through tear-blurred eyes, he stared blankly at the Alpha before him.
When he finally looked up, he saw a face identical to Ying Mingxi’s.
Lowering his gaze, he noticed something different from Ying Mingxi’s well-maintained instruments.
Beneath the surface, embedded after pearling, lay a layer of beads. They looked grotesquely unnatural, yet now they were slowly disappearing, their surfaces glistening with a slick sheen.
The uneven beads shifted beneath the surface, creating a sensation akin to the scraping of a tongue stud—a sudden, intense, foreign feeling.
It was a feeling difficult to describe. Experiencing it for the first time, Yuan Shiyuan’s eyes went blank, and he remained dazed for a long moment.
He naturally failed to notice Bo Jin quietly moving closer, his large hand sliding beneath the hem of Yuan Shiyuan’s shirt, lifting the fabric to bulge beneath his collarbone.
At the same time, he gently pressed down on Yuan Shiyuan’s palm, which was alternately curling and relaxing.
Jiang Heng’s brows furrowed deeply. “What are you doing?”
The scene was utterly bizarre.
Jiang Heng gazed at the three figures before him, with Yuan Shiyuan at their center, a wave of intense heartache washing over him.
But when he saw that Yuan Shiyuan’s expression wasn’t entirely pained, but also held a hint of enjoyment and a flicker of secret pleasure, a different, even more overwhelming, and subtly feverish excitement surged through him.
Pei Yanbing, another Alpha, remained equally composed and seemingly detached, observing the chaotic scene before him with the calm detachment of a bystander.
Yet he meticulously observed Yuan Shiyuan’s every subtle shift in expression, as if using this third-person perspective to memorize every detail of Yuan Shiyuan’s preferences, so he could cater to them more precisely in the future.
With the combined advantages of being an S-rank and Mixed-Blood, Bo Jin possessed an absolute advantage from birth. Despite Yuan Shiyuan’s best efforts to conceal his palm, his middle finger still couldn’t touch his thumb.
On the contrary, Yuan Shiyuan’s pale skin and slender fingers only made the contrast even more striking.
“What am I doing?” Bo Jin rasped. “Haven’t you been watching?”
“Let’s handle this in advance. Once he’s done here, I can give him the pheromone directly.”
This way, they could save as much time as possible.
Though… it probably wouldn’t make much difference.
At such close proximity, Bo Jin could clearly see the pitiful scene playing out in the snowy cleft—the repeated torment, the way the flesh turned white, then flushed crimson. He listened to Yuan Shiyuan’s broken, nasal breathing, his forehead veins throbbing with restrained fury. Without betraying his composure, Bo Jin tightened his grip on Yuan Shiyuan’s hand, as if offering silent reassurance.
“Pheromones…” Yuan Shiyuan whimpered between sobs, his consciousness slipping. “I want your pheromones… all of them… give them to me…”
Hearing this, Ying Mingche could no longer restrain himself. He unleashed his entire reserve of pheromones, pouring them into Yuan Shiyuan.
The green tea-scented pheromones saturated Yuan Shiyuan from the inside out. His pupils dilated briefly, his gaze becoming increasingly unfocused and dazed.
As he panted, his slightly swollen tongue protruding between parted lips, Ying Mingxi glanced at the pheromone-soaked sofa. Worried about dehydration, he opened a bottle of mineral water with one hand and carefully held it to his lips.
The overwhelming pheromones and the sudden influx of water caused Yuan Shiyuan’s once-flat abdomen to visibly swell into a subtle curve.
After two hurried gulps, Yuan Shiyuan abruptly shoved Ying Mingxi’s hand away. The water arced through the air, drenching the sofa and floor, leaving even his collarbones gleaming with a glistening sheen.
He turned his head, breathing in short gasps, his gaze still unfocused, yet his hand instinctively pressed against his lower abdomen.
Probably choked, he thought. His lower abdomen spasmed in sharp cramps, causing his knees to tremble slightly.
A moment passed. Just when everyone thought Yuan Shiyuan was about to recover, he suddenly reached out, blindly grabbing Ying Mingxi’s sleeve. “Not enough,” he murmured. “I… I want more…”
They watched helplessly as Yuan Shiyuan, dazed and driven by instinct, instinctively sought more pheromones from the Alphas around him.
He looked around, bewildered, at the stiffly frozen figures around him. His gaze first fell on Pei Yanbing, who stood at the front. The Alpha’s face was a mask of hesitation; when their eyes met, an embarrassed flush instantly rose to his ears and neck.
Yuan Shiyuan froze, realizing he had just been observed by the Alphas…
And not just one.
Ying Mingche’s initial move had made the other Alphas hesitant, delaying their action. Yuan Shiyuan knew his request was strange, shameful, even… chaotic.
Having tasted the sweet reward, Yuan Shiyuan couldn’t wait any longer and began calling out names one by one.
“Jiang Heng…”
Jiang Heng immediately stepped forward.
“And the captain too… Haa… Just come over here, all of you…”
Yuan Shiyuan wanted to get this over with quickly, absorbing as much pheromone as possible in one go.
But he failed to notice that his voice was now hazy and trembling, his breathing ragged as he called out to the Alphas. This only made the scene before him even more ambiguous and chaotic.
Moreover, he had completely forgotten the dangerous presence of Bo Jin by his side.
Bo Jin moved with startling suddenness, abruptly snatching Yuan Shiyuan away from the other Alphas.
The instantaneous action startled Yuan Shiyuan, who instinctively flailed his hands in the air.
His fingertips accidentally brushed against the massive single-person poster of himself leaning nearby, knocking it to the ground. He stared blankly at the fallen poster, letting out a faint, silent whimper.
Bo Jin also wanted to give Yuan Shiyuan his pheromone as quickly as possible.
But Yuan Shiyuan resisted fiercely, protectively clutching his stomach as if afraid it would burst, shaking his head repeatedly and whimpering, “No, no, no…”
Having initially planned a swift resolution, Yuan Shiyuan was now seized by a terrifying panic due to Bo Jin’s overwhelming dominance. Summoning strength from an unknown source, he suddenly wrenched himself free from the Alpha’s embrace.
His limp body slid off the sofa and collapsed onto the icy floor, landing sprawled across the giant single-person poster of himself that lay on the floor.
Stunned, he gripped the rug at the poster’s edge, still dazed, when he was abruptly flipped over.
Yuan Shiyuan stared dazedly at the ceiling, the harsh light stinging his eyes. Just as he tried to turn his head, a shadow loomed over him. Bo Jin loomed closer, step by inexorable step, forcing him back to familiar territory.
This time, his side was clamped tightly, pinning him in place with no chance of escape.
But Bo Jin quickly realized this wasn’t enough—not nearly enough.
To extract fresh pheromones as quickly as possible, he could only lift Yuan Shiyuan from behind, cradling him with an arm hooked under his knees.
Bo Jin’s pheromones were scorching hot, flushing Yuan Shiyuan’s skin with a beautiful crimson. His brow furrowed, yet hot tears streamed endlessly from the corners of his eyes, wetting his chin, collarbones, and dripping onto the floor, soaking large patches of his own smiling face on the poster.
In that moment, his rosy tongue lolled out unconsciously, and he was held cradled in Bo Jin’s arms, exposed and vulnerable before the crowd.
From their vantage point, the other Alphas could clearly see the scene unfolding before them, including the subtle shifts in Yuan Shiyuan’s expression. He was constantly biting his finger and weeping, his reactions so intense.
They could also see how desperately he craved the S-rank pheromone, how slowly he tried to prolong the moment.
Jiang Heng stared for a long moment before finally stepping into the room from the sidelines.
Up close, Yuan Shiyuan’s condition became even more starkly apparent. Strands of his damp, pink hair clung to his temples, neck, and collarbones, while a few stray locks clung to the hollow of his throat, pressed against his skin by sweat.
When Jiang Heng met Yuan Shiyuan’s gaze, his eyes were unfocused, completely devoid of reason.
Locked in eye contact, he leaned closer again, oblivious to the stray splashes of moisture that had accidentally landed on him. Jiang Heng gently brushed aside the strands of pink hair sticking to his chest, curling a finger around the ends, but his fingernail accidentally grazed the hollow between Yuan Shiyuan’s collarbones.
“No… This is too strange…”
Yuan Shiyuan was already hypersensitive. Though Jiang Heng’s intentions were kind—he merely wanted to move the hair aside—the touch sent a sudden, violent tremor through Yuan Shiyuan’s entire body, tensing him instantly.
Bo Jin, displeased by Yuan Shiyuan’s attention toward someone else, intensified his grip.
Yuan Shiyuan’s eyes rolled upward, and a strangled, inarticulate sound escaped his throat.
Ugh…
Several irregular, chaotic stains marred the giant poster on the ground.
At that moment, Bo Jin leaned down, brushing his lips against Yuan Shiyuan’s burning earlobe as he whispered, “Wife, you’re so beautiful.”
Yuan Shiyuan was already mortified beyond words, but this devastatingly intimate endearment drove his shame to its absolute peak. Even the moment of climax felt different.
Yet, against the suffocating shame, the rich, fresh S-rank pheromone brought an even more searing, tangible heat. Yuan Shiyuan’s expression went blank, his mind abruptly emptying for a fleeting instant.
In the past, after receiving pheromones from two S-rank Alphas in succession, Yuan Shiyuan would have been sated.
But now, his appetite had clearly been stretched, growing insatiable and greedy.
He still felt it wasn’t enough.
He wanted more… more S-rank pheromone…