Pretending to Be an Alpha in an All-Alpha Boy Band - Chapter 138

Chapter 138: The Invisible Man

Truth be told, Pei Yanbing wasn’t particularly skilled at this. Perhaps due to his mild-mannered nature, Yuan Shiyuan found his gentle approach more tolerable than the voracious, sloppy styles of others.

In fact, Yuan Shiyuan even managed to distract himself by playing on his mobile phone.

He swiped through the screen, casually replying to messages. He texted his manager that he’d had too much to drink and was going back to rest. Then, frowning slightly, he squeezed his knees together, silently urging Pei Yanbing on.

When it became too much, Yuan Shiyuan would gently furrow his brow and glance at the Alpha. Receiving this silent command, Pei Yanbing, like an obedient machine, would immediately slow down.

Like a smart tool, actually quite useful.

But soon, Yuan Shiyuan realized this “tool” was slipping out of his control.

His vision blurred, his hand clutching his phone motionless for a long moment. Then, for some inexplicable reason, he suddenly reacted violently, nearly springing up from the bed.

A large hand pressed down on his lower abdomen, pinning him firmly in place.

Instinctively, Yuan Shiyuan reached up to push Pei Yanbing’s face away, but Pei Yanbing promptly took his fingers into his mouth instead.

Pei Yanbing’s thin lips parted slightly, completely enveloping the translucent pink finger. He sucked gently, neither too hard nor too soft.

Pei Yanbing wasn’t experienced, but he was a quick learner and eager to please. He observed Yuan Shiyuan’s expression while lightly teasing the finger with his teeth, adjusting his rhythm accordingly.

The delicate, translucent pink fingertip quickly turned crimson, its surface scalded to a ripe redness by the Alpha’s burning-hot mouth. Yet Pei Yanbing’s pheromones remained cool. The trace pheromones in his saliva, combined with the oral heat, created a dizzying sensation of ice and fire.

Yuan Shiyuan stared in stunned surprise, attempting to withdraw his hand, but Pei Yanbing only sucked it deeper. He could clearly see the Alpha licking his finger joint by joint, drawing out a series of wet, smacking sounds.

“Ah… uh… mmn…”

Yuan Shiyuan involuntarily relaxed, gasping for breath in a confused rush. He eventually lifted his legs, pressing his heels against the Alpha’s broad back.

Encouraged by this reward-like gesture, Pei Yanbing grew bolder. He swallowed Yuan Shiyuan’s entire finger into his mouth, taking it so deep it nearly reached his throat.

Yuan Shiyuan could clearly feel the pressure on his fingertips.

His long, thick eyelashes were soaked through, and he blinked frantically, desperately trying to grasp something, but found nothing to hold onto. Helpless, he twisted his waist against the bedsheets, finally biting down on his finger, letting out a nasal whine that sounded like a sob.

When Pei Yanbing finally looked up, Yuan Shiyuan seemed to have lost all his strength. His teeth barely grazed his finger as he tilted his head, eyelids drooping, crimson lips parted in ragged breaths, unable to utter a word.

His gaze drifted shakily to Pei Yanbing’s face. The Alpha’s entire face was drenched in sweat—his hair, eyebrows, chin, even the corners of his lips… everywhere glistened with thick, translucent droplets.

Yuan Shiyuan felt acutely embarrassed for getting Pei Yanbing so worked up again. He bit down on his finger, his words muffled and panting.

“Thank you, Captain…”

After speaking, Yuan Shiyuan couldn’t resist bringing his knees together, instinctively wanting to grind against his gland. But he’d forgotten Pei Yanbing was still there. His movement not only failed to achieve its purpose but also trapped Pei Yanbing further.

Pei Yanbing’s ears burned, but his large hand deftly clamped down on the hollow behind Yuan Shiyuan’s knee, and he immediately buried his face in the gland.

The skin around the gland was already delicate. Pei Yanbing’s high, straight nose pressed against the thin, translucent pinkish-white skin, leaving faint, mottled marks.

Yuan Shiyuan was still in his refractory period, caught completely off guard by the sudden flip. His cheek sank into the pillow, then he lifted his head, bewildered, strands of pink hair clinging damply to his flushed cheek.

Hearing the soft sound beside his ear again, he bit his fingertip in puzzlement. “Hm?”

Why is Pei Yanbing suddenly helping himself without a word?

This isn’t like him at all…

Oh well, he’s already started eating.

Yuan Shiyuan had originally intended for Pei Yanbing to feed him pheromones as soon as possible. But if Pei Yanbing wanted to take his time preparing, he had no reason to refuse.

He picked up his mobile phone again, answering messages absently.

Ying Mingxi: Shiyuan, are you asleep?

Yuan Shiyuan: What’s up?

The next moment, Ying Mingxi’s call came through.

The sudden ring of Yuan Shiyuan’s mobile phone froze Pei Yanbing in place. He lifted his water-slicked face, his high-bridged nose gleaming with droplets, and fixed Yuan Shiyuan with a silent gaze.

Yuan Shiyuan pressed a finger lightly to his lips, smiling gently. His meaning was clear: hold back, don’t speak.

Worried that Ying Mingxi might have an urgent matter, Yuan Shiyuan answered the call. Fortunately, Pei Yanbing was beside him, not Ying Mingche.

Pei Yanbing immediately and silently buried his face back into the water.

The moment the call connected, Ying Mingxi’s concerned voice came through the line: “Shiyuan, are you okay? You seemed to drink a lot tonight… I’ve prepared some hangover soup. Would now be a good time to bring it over?”

“No need,” Yuan Shiyuan replied, his voice hoarse, his breathing slightly labored, yet he forced himself to maintain a calm tone.

He kept it brief: “I’m not at the dormitory right now.”

“Not at your dormitory, or… not at the dormitory?”

The question hung in the air, its implications tantalizing.

Yuan Shiyuan raised an eyebrow, ever so slightly. “What do you think?” he asked.

Ying Mingxi chuckled. “The captain left around the same time as you, and he hasn’t returned either.”

“Oh, really?”

Yuan Shiyuan suddenly turned his head to glance at Pei Yanbing, their eyes meeting. Feeling too comfortable to think clearly, he casually remarked, “What a coincidence.”

Ying Mingxi had long noticed that Yuan Shiyuan could effortlessly captivate anyone if he chose to, but most of the time he couldn’t be bothered, or perhaps he simply disdained the effort. Even so, his every gesture remained irresistibly alluring.

Yuan Shiyuan closed his eyes, then abruptly let out a muffled groan, gasping for breath.

“Brother Mingxi, what are you doing?” Yuan Shiyuan asked sharply.

The only sound on the other end of the line was ragged breathing. Ying Mingxi seemed to have brought the phone closer to his mouth, ensuring Yuan Shiyuan could clearly hear the sounds he was making.

“Shiyuan, I miss you so much,” he said hoarsely. “And it does too.”

“Oh? What exactly do you miss about me?” Yuan Shiyuan asked.

“I want to come inside and find you.” Ying Mingxi paused, then added, “I miss your Ascension Void.”

“You—!”

Yuan Shiyuan was about to retort when he abruptly clamped his hand over his mouth to stifle the sound.

Perhaps Pei Yanbing was displeased that Yuan Shiyuan’s attention had lingered too long on another Alpha, for he suddenly intensified his movements without warning. His sharp, prominent nose completely vanished, sinking almost entirely into his face.

Yuan Shiyuan pressed a hand tightly over half his face, struggling to steady his breath, his vision swimming with white. After what felt like an eternity, he finally managed to regain his composure.

“Brother Mingxi…” His voice, thick with the languor of aftermath, carried a hint of reproach. “You’ve gone bad.”

“Really?” Ying Mingxi chuckled softly. “I’ve always been bad. You just thought too highly of me.”

Yuan Shiyuan continued to speak intermittently, but his words weren’t directed at Pei Yanbing beside him; they were meant for Ying Mingxi on the other end of the line.

Pei Yanbing’s eyes darkened, an indescribable bitterness welling in his chest. Yet he dared not assert his claim aloud, resorting instead to grinding his teeth and deliberately nipping at Yuan Shiyuan’s skin, sometimes pressing harder in a desperate attempt to recapture his attention.

His efforts succeeded.

A muffled hum escaped Yuan Shiyuan’s throat, and he occasionally stroked the back of Pei Yanbing’s head with a lazy, casual motion—an ambiguous gesture that could have been either encouragement or absentminded comfort.

“So, Brother Mingxi…” Yuan Shiyuan’s breath still came unevenly. “What exactly did you need to talk to me about?”

Yuan Shiyuan had assumed something urgent had happened at the gathering after his sudden departure, or perhaps there was some emergency announcement. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have answered the call at this hour.

“I miss you terribly,” Ying Mingxi’s voice was even lower and huskier than usual. “Is that reason enough?”

“Enough.”

Yuan Shiyuan, panting softly, suddenly patted Pei Yanbing’s head, signaling him to stop.

He instructed Pei Yanbing to lie still and remain motionless, then slowly rose and straddled him face-to-face, gazing down at Pei Yanbing’s taut features.

“So, what do you want, Brother Mingxi?” Yuan Shiyuan asked, glancing at Pei Yanbing and deliberately enunciating each word.

Pei Yanbing stared, dazed, his vision crystal-clear.

Yuan Shiyuan was drenched in sweat, his skin glistening. A single drop of water hung precariously above them. Pei Yanbing instinctively opened his mouth slightly, and the droplet landed perfectly, caught both by his lips and by Yuan Shiyuan’s downward motion.

Sealing the moment completely.

“I… can’t handle this myself anymore,” Ying Mingxi’s voice, clearly strained, echoed in Yuan Shiyuan’s ear. “Just like before, I still need you.”

Yuan Shiyuan retorted, his voice tinged with sarcasm, “You need me?”

“I need you,” Ying Mingxi pleaded, his voice carrying through the speaker. “Shiyuan, please help me. Won’t you?”

“I’m begging you.”

“You like my pheromones too, don’t you?”

Yuan Shiyuan liked many pheromones.

Ying Mingxi’s words weren’t entirely false. He did indeed like Ying Mingxi’s pheromones—clean, refreshing, and remarkably gentle, with a faint white tea scent.

“That’s right,” Yuan Shiyuan said, not denying it. “I love your pheromones.”

He held his mobile phone to his ear, engaged in a voice call with Ying Mingxi, yet his moist gaze remained fixed on Pei Yanbing’s face below.

This casual declaration of affection hung in the air, leaving it unclear whether it was meant for Ying Mingxi on the other end of the line or for Pei Yanbing right in front of him.

This deliberate ambiguity plunged both S-rank alphas into an equally uncontrollable frenzy of excitement.

“Then let me feed you some right now, okay?” Ying Mingxi asked.

The moment the words left his lips, Pei Yanbing’s gaze locked onto Yuan Shiyuan, his eyes burning with anticipation as he awaited Yuan Shiyuan’s response.

Yuan Shiyuan didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he waited over ten seconds before casually glancing at Pei Yanbing.

Though he was ostensibly replying to Ying Mingxi, his eyes met Pei Yanbing’s as he purred, “Then you’ll have to feed me a lot more, won’t you?”

“You know I’m feeling particularly ravenous right now. A little pheromone just won’t cut it.”

“I need lots and lots of pheromones.”

Pei Yanbing had remained silently by his side throughout the call, while Ying Mingxi’s voice buzzed through the phone in his ear. Yuan Shiyuan was playing this game for the first time, and he found it thrilling.

Despite not being in his own dormitory, Yuan Shiyuan seemed to know Pei Yanbing’s habits perfectly. He opened the second drawer of the bedside table and retrieved the Alpha-specific contraceptives stored inside.

This was a pre-cut strip of medication. Earlier, as a precaution, Ying Mingxi had brought a large supply of the drug, one strip for each Alpha.

Ying Mingxi had also specifically advised them to cut each strip into two halves, keeping one in their dormitory and carrying the other with them. This dual preparation would allow them to better serve Yuan Shiyuan and address his needs.

If they ran out, they could simply ask him for more.

Though Yuan Shiyuan couldn’t understand why Ying Mingxi hadn’t simply given them extra to begin with, sparing them the hassle of future requests.

He popped a pill from the strip and held it to Pei Yanbing’s lips. Pei Yanbing swallowed it obediently, as if wanting to say something.

Pei Yanbing hesitated, glancing at the screen lighting up beside him to display an incoming call. Remembering his hidden status—that he shouldn’t exist, let alone speak—he swallowed his words.

After administering the medication, Yuan Shiyuan decisively retreated, creating some distance between them.

By now, Yuan Shiyuan had long shed his naiveté, his movements now practiced with extreme proficiency. He briskly parted his knees and sprawled face-down across the dark bedsheets.

He shot Pei Yanbing a knowing glance, his slender, pale fingers pressing into the milky-white, rosy flesh between his thighs, tugging it apart on either side.

Pei Yanbing stared, mesmerized, momentarily forgetting to move.

Yuan Shiyuan lay prone on the bed, his upper body pressed tightly against the surface. Though his shirt remained, the open-back design exposed his slender waist completely.

A satin ribbon dangled loosely, swaying gently against his side.

Pei Yanbing’s gaze locked onto the small red mole nestled between the hollows of Yuan Shiyuan’s lower back.

Yuan Shiyuan’s smooth, full skin only accentuated the mole’s vivid hue. From Pei Yanbing’s angle, he could clearly see the small red mole in the dip of Yuan Shiyuan’s back, the faintly flushed skin leading down to his slightly parted cheeks, glistening with beads of sweat that threatened to fall.

Yuan Shiyuan waited for a moment. Neither the Alpha on the phone nor the one beside him moved.

Still sprawled open as before, he tilted his head curiously and called softly, “Brother Mingxi… ah?!”

The instant he turned, he saw the Alpha’s hand strike, the crisp sound echoing in the room.

Yuan Shiyuan’s eyes widened in disbelief.

Ying Mingxi’s gentle voice came through the receiver again. “Shiyuan, before we officially begin, we need to do some preparation work.”

“Why don’t you check yourself first, okay?” he continued. “Make sure you have enough lubricant.”

Yuan Shiyuan’s toes curled involuntarily as he acutely sensed Pei Yanbing’s silent, yet intensely oppressive presence. He had naively believed that after the night before the concert, he had become a mature Omega.

But he had grossly underestimated the power of an S-rank Alpha.

At the gathering earlier, Bo Jin had been showing off his expert bartending skills, preparing him a variety of drinks. Yuan Shiyuan had enjoyed himself thoroughly, without needing to visit the restroom even once. Now, he felt an intense fullness deep in his lower abdomen.

Worse still, this was far from over… He couldn’t even begin to imagine how this fullness would intensify after Pei Yanbing’s 1:1 interaction.

Yuan Shiyuan’s cheek sank deeply into the pillow as he panted softly. The amber depths of his eyes had already begun to glaze over, intoxication mingling with pleasure. A rosy flush spread from the corners of his eyes, staining his earlobes, neck, and body with an alluring blush.

His stomach must have been overflowing with liquid; his once-flat abdomen now protruded slightly. He pressed a hand lightly against it, his palm even able to discern the distinct outline of something…

“Finished checking?” Ying Mingxi asked softly amidst Yuan Shiyuan’s ragged breaths.

Yuan Shiyuan belatedly remembered the “inspection.” As he reached back with his palm, Pei Yanbing, who was behind him, gripped his wrist.

The Alpha guided his hand, pressing it against the final section.

Hand in hand, Pei Yanbing made him feel how the last stretch slowly vanished.

Yuan Shiyuan’s pupils gradually dilated, and a dry heave escaped his throat. The subtle sound was immediately picked up by Ying Mingxi’s sharp ears.

“Is that enough?”

“Y-yes, enough…”

“Really?” Ying Mingxi asked solicitously. “You should do a more thorough inspection. If there’s not enough moisture, you can drink more water. That way… there’ll be enough lubrication.”

He paused, a hint of amusement in his voice. “Though it’s usually wet enough already.”

Yuan Shiyuan pressed his lips together slightly, listening to Ying Mingxi’s words whispered in his ear while enduring Pei Yanbing’s silent yet overwhelming presence beside him.

“Did you start without me?”

Ying Mingxi likely assumed Yuan Shiyuan had begun pleasuring himself and, unbothered by being left out, smiled indulgently. “Don’t get too carried away—you might hurt yourself. Two finger joints are enough—you don’t need more than that.”

He added softly, “You’re particularly shallow, making it easy to find.”

Lost in a hazy daze, Yuan Shiyuan unconsciously bit down on the corner of his pillow, his mind racing chaotically.

Has Ying Mingxi… really come to understand him this well?

In this twisted game for two, Pei Yanbing, the silent tool, the invisible man, was far from the placid facade he presented.

Every time Yuan Shiyuan tried to distance himself, he found himself drawn inexorably closer to the mobile phone emitting the other Alpha’s voice.

He would watch Yuan Shiyuan inch away, centimeter by centimeter, until only a hair’s breadth remained before escape. Then, with sudden violence, he would seize Yuan Shiyuan by the waist, slamming him back into his arms.

All progress undone.

Terrified, Yuan Shiyuan nearly cried out. He clamped his hand over his mouth, desperate to stifle any sound that shouldn’t escape.

Yet ragged, tear-tinged sobs still slipped uncontrollably through the gaps between his fingers, mingling with the ceaseless stream of saliva and tears that soaked the pillow.

Hearing Yuan Shiyuan’s voice, Ying Mingxi felt a surge of exhilaration so intense it bordered on pain.

“It seems… we’re almost there,” he whispered, deliberately pressing his mouth close to the phone to create the effect of a secret murmured in Yuan Shiyuan’s ear. “Shiyuan, I’m starting now too.”

“Shiyuan, did you drink a lot tonight?” Ying Mingxi asked, panting. “Your temperature is so high.”

Yuan Shiyuan turned his head and met the Alpha’s silent, burning gaze. In his other ear, he heard another Alpha’s voice. This jarring contrast filled him with an unprecedented sense of shame, yet it also ignited an equally unprecedented surge of novelty and excitement.

He felt inexplicably ashamed, but even more than that, he felt an unprecedented thrill—a novel, exhilarating experience.

“U-uh, hah…” he stammered. “I drank a lot… Brother Bo Jin kept pouring.”

The sudden mention of Bo Jin’s name drew instant displeasure from both Alphas. Pei Yanbing’s expression darkened, and he abruptly tightened his grip, jerking Yuan Shiyuan forward. Before he could react, powerful arms from behind yanked him back, pinning him tightly against Pei Yanbing’s chest.

Simultaneously, Ying Mingxi’s voice came through the phone. Though his tone remained gentle, the primal possessiveness of an Alpha permeated his words: “Shiyuan. At a time like this, please don’t mention other Alphas’ names, okay?”

“N-no… don’t…”

Yuan Shiyuan could barely hear anything else now. The lingering effects of the foreign liquor had completely overwhelmed him, and the overwhelming fullness in his abdomen from all the liquid he’d consumed grew increasingly intense.

Overwhelmed by the sensory overload, Yuan Shiyuan’s pupils rolled violently upward, and soon tears streamed uncontrollably down his face. He clutched his abdomen tightly, as if he could feel the powerful pulse of veins throbbing beneath his thin skin.

“Ugh—” Yuan Shiyuan gasped involuntarily.

“Why so quick today?” Ying Mingxi murmured hoarsely. “And you keep biting me.”

“Are you excited?”

“Yeah,” Yuan Shiyuan said, sticking out the tip of his soft, crimson tongue. His brow and eyes completely relaxed as he gazed at Pei Yanbing, who remained silent but clearly capable. “It’s because of you… that I’m so excited.”

He stared at Pei Yanbing, but his words were meant for Ying Mingxi.

Even though Ying Mingxi wasn’t physically present, Yuan Shiyuan had the eerie sensation that he was right there beside him. Every word Ying Mingxi spoke seemed to perfectly align with his current state.

He was indeed feeling better now, and he was indeed biting Pei Yanbing relentlessly. From Pei Yanbing’s restrained and suppressed expression, it was clear that Yuan Shiyuan’s reaction was intensely powerful, and the force of his biting was even causing pain.

Lost in thought, Yuan Shiyuan stared blankly at the glowing screen, drifting in the empty void of his refractory period. He couldn’t snap out of it for a long time, while the Alpha continued relentlessly, revealing a cruel side he usually kept hidden.

Yuan Shiyuan thought hazily, Pei Yanbing wasn’t like this before, was he? The Pei Yanbing he remembered had been remarkably obedient, doing exactly as he was told.

Why is he acting like this now? Is it because he doesn’t like the game?

Did I push too hard this time? Did I go too far?

Before Yuan Shiyuan could dwell on it further, Ying Mingxi’s slightly sated, husky voice came from beside him: “Shiyuan, have you rested enough?”

“Mm…”

Yuan Shiyuan bit his fingertip, rubbing his face against the pillow. He pressed a hand to his full, swollen abdomen, his eyes squinting with contentment.

“It’s all… it’s all your pheromones.”

Yuan Shiyuan could clearly sense Pei Yanbing’s arousal. Then he heard Ying Mingxi say, “Then can I pick you up from behind now and continue?”

Pei Yanbing’s pupils constricted sharply, a hint of unmistakable anticipation flickering across his usually cold, restrained face.

“Of course you can,” Yuan Shiyuan said to Ying Mingxi. But he smiled at Pei Yanbing, his expression infinitely tender, while his lips silently mouthed a stern, wordless refusal.

No.

Whenever Yuan Shiyuan was lifted into the air, his feet leaving the ground, the sensation of weightlessness always triggered a flicker of unease, tensing his entire body.

Whether he was held face-to-face or embraced from behind, both positions meant an even tighter embrace, a seamless closeness that left no room for air.

The requirements for an S-rank Alpha were already staggering; Yuan Shiyuan’s ability to accept them at all was stretched to its absolute limit.

For Yuan Shiyuan, clinging to Pei Yanbing had always been too exhausting.

Under Pei Yanbing’s crestfallen gaze, Yuan Shiyuan beckoned him closer. Pei Yanbing immediately pressed himself against Yuan Shiyuan’s body.

Then, Yuan Shiyuan gently tugged Pei Yanbing’s neck downward. Right there, with the mobile phone still displaying their ongoing call, Yuan Shiyuan whispered into his ear, lips brushing against the shell,

“This time, I want to take the lead.”

Yuan Shiyuan’s lower abdomen was now painfully distended, not only from the alcohol Bo Jin had fed him, but also from Pei Yanbing’s icy pheromones. He sensed that if he let Pei Yanbing continue like this, something disastrous might happen.

He preferred to control the pace himself—at least that way, he could stop in time if it became unbearable, without resorting to a hasty retreat.

In Pei Yanbing’s cold eyes, a stunned bewilderment flickered, as if he were both overwhelmed and shocked by this unexpected favor.

Yuan Shiyuan tilted his damp, flushed face upward and smiled. He pressed a fingertip against the Alpha’s shoulder, giving a gentle push, and settled back into his straddling position.

From this elevated angle, the Alpha could clearly see how everything slowly vanished from view. At the same time, he could also observe every subtle nuance of Yuan Shiyuan’s expression.

Yuan Shiyuan’s upper garment remained intact, yet it was already drenched in sweat, clinging stickily to his skin.

Finding the heat stifling, he boldly slipped a hand beneath the hem of his shirt, pulling the thin fabric near his chest taut, creating a bulge.

Pei Yanbing could now glimpse upward through the open hem to see Yuan Shiyuan’s slender, fair fingers pinching a crimson areola.

His throat tightened and he swallowed dryly, about to move when Yuan Shiyuan glared at him, brow furrowed in displeasure.

Pei Yanbing froze instantly, rooted to the spot as Yuan Shiyuan continued his rhythmic motions.

Strands of Yuan Shiyuan’s long, pink hair cascaded forward, swaying gently with each movement. He rarely exerted himself—he found it tiresome—but these occasional forays into exertion seemed surprisingly satisfying.

Unconsciously, Yuan Shiyuan tilted his chin higher, his jaw tensing into a graceful line as his Adam’s apple bobbed slowly.

Unconsciously, he pressed the tip of his red tongue against his snow-white teeth, his lips parting slightly. As his unfocused gaze drifted upward, his body instinctively leaned back, as if unable to maintain his seated posture.

This slight backward tilt made the gentle curve of Yuan Shiyuan’s lower abdomen strikingly prominent.

It was filled with an excess of alcohol, fresh, icy pheromones…

And the distinct shape of another Alpha.

The three men on either end of the call were completely absorbed. None of them noticed that, unnoticed, the mobile phone had shifted with the bedsheets, landing precisely near Yuan Shiyuan’s gland.

It transmitted his every sound with crystal clarity to the other end.

“Shiyuan, are you close again?” Ying Mingxi’s voice was even deeper and huskier than usual.

“Ugh… yes…”

Yuan Shiyuan answered incoherently, his tongue darting out helplessly.

Only when a sudden, intense burning sensation surged from his stomach upward did his eyes go blank, and he collapsed completely onto the Alpha, reduced to weak, panting breaths.

On the other end, Ying Mingxi’s breathing was equally heavy, as if he had reached the climax in sync with Yuan Shiyuan.

Just when Yuan Shiyuan thought it was finally over, slowly regaining his breath and composure, savoring the comfort of the S-rank pheromones,

Ying Mingxi suddenly asked softly into the phone:

“Just now… was that really from behind?”

After a moment’s pause, the Alpha’s tone became certain:

“Shiyuan, your voice sounds wrong. The sounds from behind aren’t like that.”

Yuan Shiyuan’s lashes snapped upward.

On the other end, Ying Mingxi chuckled softly.

“Shiyuan… there’s been someone with you the whole time, hasn’t there?”