Pretending to Be an Alpha in an All-Alpha Boy Band - Chapter 139

Chapter 139: Half-Satisfied Old A Auntie

Yuan Shiyuan, who was sprawled across the Alpha’s body, suddenly froze.

His abrupt reaction caused Pei Yanbing, who had been silent the whole time, to let out a faint groan.

Though barely audible, it was enough for the person on the other end of the line to notice.

Still sprawled on Pei Yanbing, Yuan Shiyuan lazily said, “How come I get the feeling you knew all along?”

Instead of answering, Ying Mingxi countered with a question, “Having fun?”

“Mmm,” Yuan Shiyuan replied honestly. “It feels really good.”

“Then does it even matter if I knew?” Ying Mingxi chuckled. “Your happiness is all that matters.”

He paused briefly before adding warmly, “In the future, I’ll try to come up with even more ways to make you feel even better.”

Yuan Shiyuan froze, then laughed. “Sounds good.”

But then he sensed something was off. “Brother Mingxi, are you alone in the dormitory?”

So Ying Mingche isn’t here? That explains why it’s so quiet.

If Ying Mingche were here, he’d be making a racket the whole time and would have eagerly begged to join in from the start. How could he have endured from beginning to end like Ying Mingxi?

“Just me,” Ying Mingxi confirmed smoothly. “Shiyuan, I won’t disturb you. But… could I watch you?”

“Can we video call?”

“Now?” Yuan Shiyuan raised an eyebrow.

“Right now,” Ying Mingxi replied.

“Brother Mingxi,” Yuan Shiyuan said, biting out each word, “you’re even more twisted than I thought.”

Ying Mingxi’s request truly exceeded his imagination.

“Then… can I watch?” Ying Mingxi’s voice was low and husky. “I want to see your expression right now.”

“To see Shiyuan, to see if you’re as… captivating as I imagined.”

Yuan Shiyuan had always been generous in such matters. He agreed straightforwardly: “Sure.”

He glanced back at Pei Yanbing. They hadn’t separated yet, and Pei Yanbing was watching him, listening to every word of their conversation.

Yuan Shiyuan subtly twisted his hips backward, brushing against Pei Yanbing, his wet eyes gazing up at him.

He silently signaled the Alpha: Not enough pheromone yet.

Earlier, he had consumed the pheromones of five people just to barely suppress his heat period. Now, relying solely on Pei Yanbing… of course it wouldn’t be enough.

A faint warmth still simmered deep in his abdomen, accompanied by a subtle, hungry emptiness.

Fortunately, it wasn’t too intense. Another round of pheromones from Pei Yanbing should probably do the trick, right?

It was almost time for bed, so overeating wouldn’t be wise. Just enough to satisfy his hunger would do.

Yuan Shiyuan was easily satisfied.

He also admitted to himself that he liked Pei Yanbing’s pheromones.

Even in the sweltering summer heat, Pei Yanbing’s icy pheromones, with their natural cooling effect, flowed through Yuan Shiyuan’s lower abdomen, bringing a perfect balance of coolness and comfort. Though he craved other people’s pheromones too, there was no one else around… he’d have to make do.

Afraid Pei Yanbing wouldn’t understand, Yuan Shiyuan tilted his head and kissed Pei Yanbing’s cheek, whispering softly, “Captain, I want more.”

Almost immediately, Ying Mingxi switched the voice call to a video request.

Yuan Shiyuan’s trembling fingers tapped “Accept.” He held the mobile phone as high as possible, adjusting the angle to ensure only his face was visible. In truth, the angle he chose did only capture his face…

And his back, and the line of his spine curving downward. Including the current scene of him extracting pheromones, all subtly revealed by the camera’s angle.

Just now, Yuan Shiyuan had been quite diligent, but now he was slacking off, lazily sprawled over the Alpha. Strands of his pale pink hair swayed gently with each rise and fall of his shoulders, falling across his chest, sweat-dampened strands clinging to the side of his neck.

His eyes were half-lidded, the edges of his lashes and the corners of his eyes soaked with tears, blurring his vision.

After a long wait, silence filled the other end of the line, broken only by labored breathing.

Yuan Shiyuan gasped intermittently. “Brother Mingxi… Can you see me? Ugh… It’s so deep…”

Ying Mingxi’s low, husky voice finally broke the silence. “Shiyuan, do you like this?”

Yuan Shiyuan nearly dropped his phone; the screen shook violently.

The video call showed his face, magnified and flushed, damp strands of pink hair clinging to his cheeks. His crimson tongue trembled between his teeth, his eyes rolled upward slightly, his voice fragmented by the intensity of the moment, yet he still managed to answer obediently:

“Mmm… I like it.”

“Then next time, I’ll do it this way too, okay?” Ying Mingxi’s voice was like a siren’s call.

Before Yuan Shiyuan could answer, a sudden burst of noise erupted from the other end of the line—the thunderous crash of a door being violently thrown open!

“You’re screwing my brother behind my back again?!”

Ying Mingche stormed into the dormitory, his voice cracking with fury. He had been plotting to win Yuan Shiyuan’s favor at the party, but after stepping out to use the restroom, Yuan Shiyuan had vanished.

His calls went unanswered, his messages ignored. Yet the intense sensory input flooding his shared connection made it instantly clear who Yuan Shiyuan was with—and just how much “fun” they were having.

“Why didn’t you invite me? Where is he? Where are you hiding him?”

Ying Mingche frantically searched the dormitory, like a dog enraged by repeated rejections. “I clearly heard his voice!”

Yuan Shiyuan: “……”

Yapping, yapping, yapping! All he does is yap all day. Four people were present for the call, yet all that could be heard was Ying Mingche’s incessant ranting.

Convinced that Ying Mingxi was trying to keep Yuan Shiyuan to himself, Ying Mingche tore the dormitory apart, but even after overturning every drawer and cupboard, he found no trace of Yuan Shiyuan.

Just then, the sound of a door opening reached his ears again.

At first, Yuan Shiyuan paid it no mind. But as a potent Cabernet Sauvignon pheromone slowly drew nearer, he suddenly realized—

The sound of the door opening… wasn’t coming from the phone! It was right beside him!

Yuan Shiyuan slowly turned his head, only to lock eyes with a pair of startled eyes.

Jiang Heng stood in the doorway, his gaze first landing in shock on the intertwined figures of Yuan Shiyuan and Pei Yanbing.

Then his eyes slowly shifted to the glowing screen of the mobile phone in Yuan Shiyuan’s hand, which was still in a video call…

“You…” Jiang Heng seemed at a loss for words, then trailed off abruptly.

Hearing Jiang Heng’s voice, Ying Mingche fell silent for a moment on the other end of the line, then exclaimed in shock, “Wait, you’re with the captain and Jiang Heng… and video-calling my brother at the same time?!”

“You guys are getting wild!” he said, stunned, before adding with a hint of resentment, “With so many people, why didn’t you invite me?”

What on earth is going on?

Fortunately, Ying Mingxi knew how annoying Ying Mingche could be at times and hung up the phone to prevent Yuan Shiyuan from hearing anything more upsetting.

The sudden appearance of a third party left Yuan Shiyuan so mortified he didn’t know where to look. Talking to Ying Mingxi over the phone or video was one thing, but Jiang Heng was standing right beside him, his gaze practically tangible on Yuan Shiyuan’s body…

He still wasn’t used to being watched so closely during such intimate moments.

Straining against Pei Yanbing’s chest, Yuan Shiyuan slowly pushed himself up.

But as he tried to rise, he unexpectedly slid downward, almost pressing himself completely against Pei Yanbing. Before he could straighten his back, he nearly collapsed again.

Fortunately, Jiang Heng swiftly caught Yuan Shiyuan around the waist, steadying him.

Soft and limp, Yuan Shiyuan, covered in a thin sheen of sweat, slumped against Jiang Heng’s shoulder. He listened, dazed, to the suppressed sobs at his ear and watched as a torrent of tears spilled forth before his eyes.

The sight of this actually aroused him, shamefully so.

Jiang Heng’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he cupped Yuan Shiyuan’s face, his fingertips brushing against his jawline, the corners of his lips, before pressing gently on his lower lip and tugging it down slightly.

The fresh, moist, crimson interior of Yuan Shiyuan’s mouth and the tip of his soft tongue lay completely exposed to his gaze. He stared for a moment before lowering his head to kiss him.

Startled, Yuan Shiyuan jerked his head away. “No, no… You two together right now… it’s just too weird…”

Originally, Yuan Shiyuan had only called and video-chatted with Ying Mingxi out of curiosity and for the thrill of it. He never expected Jiang Heng to suddenly barge in and turn it into this. With Jiang Heng now involved, how was this any different from the plot of the video?

Yuan Shiyuan couldn’t possibly accept this, even though he had previously tried it with more people.

But those past instances were accidents, driven by the need to end his heat period early so he could perform at the concert. That’s why they’d all been together. Otherwise… someone as traditional and conservative as him would never have tolerated it.

Jiang Heng didn’t respond verbally, instead silently releasing his pheromones while his fingertips gently massaged Yuan Shiyuan’s lower lip.

The Cabernet Sauvignon pheromone carried a rich, wine-like aroma that stirred Yuan Shiyuan’s appetite.

“Still,” he coughed awkwardly, “now that we’re here… I might as well have a little.”

Yuan Shiyuan realized his moral bottom line was plummeting off a cliff.

Not long ago, he’d felt immense shame at being caught in such a compromising situation by Jiang Heng. Yet, after indulging in the aftermath, all traces of guilt had vanished like smoke.

Even when sandwiched between them, he felt a mix of shame and honest enjoyment.

Overwhelmed with pheromones, his lower abdomen bulged in an exaggerated curve. The blend of Cabernet Sauvignon and icy pheromones tasted like a chilled, refreshing wine, leaving him drenched in a sense of satiation.

Leaning against Jiang Heng, Yuan Shiyuan couldn’t resist nuzzling against him again, as if still craving more, wanting to extract every last drop of pheromones.

Pei Yanbing, having just returned from the restroom with a hot towel, intended to give Yuan Shiyuan a quick wipe-down. Yuan Shiyuan needed to conserve his pheromones, so a full bath wasn’t advisable at this time.

Watching Yuan Shiyuan cling to Jiang Heng so affectionately, both men subtly sensed that they… seemed incapable of fully satisfying Yuan Shiyuan’s bottomless needs.

Pei Yanbing silently wrung out the towel and slowly wiped away the tear streaks at the corners of Yuan Shiyuan’s eyes, the lingering saliva, and the dried, milky-white sweat that had splashed onto his skin.

Yuan Shiyuan’s stomach felt cool, but the towel on his face was warm. He felt comfortable and unconsciously leaned toward Pei Yanbing. An arm around his waist tightened abruptly, pulling him back.

“Little Yuan.”

Jiang Heng’s movements were possessive, yet his voice and expression were humble. He nuzzled Yuan Shiyuan’s cheek, murmuring, “Don’t look at others, okay?”

At least not right now. He couldn’t bear Yuan Shiyuan’s attention being diverted by another Alpha, especially at such a moment.

The curved tip of Jiang Heng’s appendage grazed Yuan Shiyuan’s receptive orifice, sending a shock through him. Yuan Shiyuan froze, his expression blank, almost unable to speak.

After a long moment, he finally noticed Pei Yanbing quietly cleaning his body, a fleeting look of desolation crossing the captain’s face.

Their eyes met for a second. Pei Yanbing looked at him, then, without disturbing them further, picked up the basin and silently turned back toward the bathroom.

Yuan Shiyuan: “……”

“You seem… to like the captain more,” Jiang Heng said, his arm still wrapped around Yuan Shiyuan’s waist.

“No, not really,” Yuan Shiyuan replied instinctively. “I like you too.”

“Really?” The old Jiang Heng would have been overjoyed by these words. But greed is a human flaw, and now he craved even more of his beloved’s attention.

Jiang Heng didn’t pursue the topic further. He cupped Yuan Shiyuan’s face and kissed him, only to notice the faint scent of another Alpha lingering on Yuan Shiyuan’s body.

After a moment of silence, he asked softly, “May I smell your pheromones?”

Yuan Shiyuan generously released his pheromones, allowing Jiang Heng to inhale deeply.

He possessed remarkable control over his pheromones, making it nearly impossible for others to detect them under normal circumstances. He could, if he wished, render his pheromones completely undetectable to anyone.

“You seemed to have taken the captain’s pheromone pill just now,” Yuan Shiyuan murmured, distracted as he counted the remaining pills. “I wonder if the captain will have enough for later…”

Jiang Heng gripped Yuan Shiyuan’s chin, a hint of sourness in his voice. “How many times do you want to do it with him?”

Yuan Shiyuan didn’t answer.

The heat was unbearable, and when craving pheromones, Pei Yanbing was always his first thought. The pleasure came with a cooling effect, and Pei Yanbing was also the most obedient and docile of them all. Once winter arrived, he’d likely prefer Bo Jin’s pheromones.

Jiang Heng held Yuan Shiyuan in his arms for a long time. Suddenly, Yuan Shiyuan tilted his tear-streaked face upward.

“Can we… do it again?”

Yuan Shiyuan seemed hesitant, whispering in a breathy voice, “I want more…”

Jiang Heng paused, then understood.

Yuan Shiyuan felt unsatisfied, perhaps because the pheromones were too simple, relying on sheer quantity to compensate for their lack of complexity.

Jiang Heng’s gaze involuntarily drifted to Yuan Shiyuan’s lower abdomen, now swollen into an exaggerated curve from being stuffed with round after round of pheromone. Even the small, delicate navel was stretched out of shape, pitifully protruding.

Yuan Shiyuan’s belly was thin, yet capable of holding so much. The taut skin clearly outlined the bulging contents beneath, even tracing the hooked curve of the mass within.

Staring at the marks of his possession, Jiang Heng inexplicably reached out and pressed Yuan Shiyuan’s swollen belly.

“Ugh—!”

Yuan Shiyuan instantly tensed, shoving the alpha’s hand away. “Don’t—don’t—don’t poke! I already need to pee. If you keep messing around, I swear I’ll lose control and wet your bed…”

Initially, Yuan Shiyuan’s need to urinate hadn’t been urgent. But after drinking so much liquid and consuming multiple rounds of pheromones, the urge gradually intensified.

Fortunately, he could still endure it. He craved pheromones far more than a trip to the bathroom.

When Yuan Shiyuan said this, his intention was to warn Jiang Heng to be mindful of boundaries and not to get carried away.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Heng seemed to grow suddenly expectant. “Really?”

“Then pee on my bed,” the Alpha murmured, lowering his head to nuzzle Yuan Shiyuan’s sweat-dampened temples, his voice indulgent. “After all, you used to wet the bed when you were little, and I was the one who washed the sheets.”

Bringing up childhood embarrassments at a time like this only made Yuan Shiyuan feel humiliated.

His patience snapping, he looped his arms around the Alpha’s neck, tilted his head back, and bit Jiang Heng’s chin.

“Do you really have to bring up my childhood now? How can you even remember that?!” Yuan Shiyuan’s ear tips twitched slightly. “Who doesn’t wet the bed as a kid?”

He hadn’t expected Jiang Heng’s memory to be so sharp, remembering even such trivial details so clearly.

Jiang Heng chuckled. “I remember everything about you.”

Kisses rained down on Yuan Shiyuan’s nose, the corners of his eyes, and behind his ears. Suddenly, Yuan Shiyuan couldn’t help but clutch his lower abdomen, feeling the slow throbbing of his belly beneath his palm. Noticing Jiang Heng pause, he frowned and tilted his head, nuzzling the Alpha’s jaw in silent urging.

“Faster…”

Jiang Heng bit down on Yuan Shiyuan’s lower lip, grinding forcefully. “Like this?”

“Mmm… uhn…”

Yuan Shiyuan gripped the Alpha’s arm, unconsciously scratching two deep marks into his skin.

Saliva dripped from the corner of his mouth. His eyes glazed over as he murmured dazedly, “I want your pheromone…”

In the restroom just beyond the door, Pei Yanbing heard every sound.

He silently washed Yuan Shiyuan’s pants, as if the act could numb him.

But Yuan Shiyuan’s ragged breaths, mixed with choked sobs, seeped through the crack beneath the door and into his ears.

When Pei Yanbing emerged, he found Jiang Heng cradling the unconscious Yuan Shiyuan by his bed.

Two slender legs, mottled pink and glistening wet, dangled limply from the Alpha’s muscular arms.

Sweat streamed down Yuan Shiyuan’s calves, pooling at his toes before dripping onto the floor in thick patches.

The entire room was saturated with Yuan Shiyuan’s scent.

Jiang Heng explained, “Little Yuan wet the bed just now. Mine’s unusable, so I’m borrowing yours for now.”

Though he knew Pei Yanbing couldn’t possibly refuse, Jiang Heng still asked with perfunctory politeness, “Is that alright?”

This sudden politeness seemed almost absurd.

After all, they were both Yuan Shiyuan’s teammates, and both had provided pheromones for him. Yet Jiang Heng’s posture seemed to declare that he was the one closer to Yuan Shiyuan.

Pei Yanbing strode expressionlessly to the bed and coldly smoothed out the blankets. Then he carefully took Yuan Shiyuan from Jiang Heng’s arms and gently laid him between the sheets, his movements incredibly delicate.

He gazed at Yuan Shiyuan’s flushed, sweat-drenched face, his pink hair clinging damply to his neck and collarbones, then cascading down to peek through the loose collar of his shirt… Even unconscious, the tip of Yuan Shiyuan’s soft tongue unconsciously pressed against his teeth, occasionally trembling slightly and letting out soft, nasal whimpers.

“You went too far,” Pei Yanbing said, his tone sharp with rebuke.

How could Jiang Heng have driven Yuan Shiyuan to unconsciousness?

What’s it to you? Jiang Heng would have snapped back under normal circumstances. But since he was using Pei Yanbing’s bed, saying such a thing would have seemed utterly ungrateful.

For once, Jiang Heng showed some restraint and didn’t retort. Instead, he returned to his bunk and began stripping the soaked, disheveled sheets.

He also tidied up the puddles of water that had accumulated on the floor.

Then, Jiang Heng gathered the pheromone-laden bedding—saturated with his and Yuan Shiyuan’s scents—and carried it to the restroom to wash it by hand.

The sound of rushing water filled the air once more.

Meanwhile, Pei Yanbing remained seated beside Yuan Shiyuan, his cool fingertips gently combing through the sweat-dampened strands of pink hair.

Gazing at Yuan Shiyuan’s sleeping face, even Pei Yanbing’s usually stern features softened slightly.

Just as the Alpha leaned down to steal a kiss on Yuan Shiyuan’s forehead, Yuan Shiyuan’s eyelashes fluttered, and he abruptly opened his eyes, his gaze unfocused.

As if still in his refractory period, Yuan Shiyuan stared blankly at the ceiling, his mind slow to return to clarity. When his vision finally sharpened, his first instinct was to touch his full, swollen belly. Satisfied that his pheromones were still intact, he narrowed his eyes in contentment.

Turning his head, he saw Pei Yanbing and nudged his cheek against the back of Pei Yanbing’s hand, a gesture of intimate dependency.

“Captain?”

“Hmm.”

Pei Yanbing replied, lying down next to Yuan Shiyuan and naturally wrapping an arm around his waist. He checked and confirmed that Jiang Heng had indeed used a silk scarf to plug Yuan Shiyuan.

“Are you okay?” He gazed at Yuan Shiyuan, who had just fainted due to another Alpha’s presence, his voice laced with concern and a hint of bitterness.

Even Pei Yanbing, consumed by jealousy just moments ago, couldn’t have brought himself to exert such force.

“I’m… okay, I think?” Yuan Shiyuan replied uncertainly.

Truth be told, he still felt a little unsatisfied… but it was just barely enough.

It was like eating a seven-tenths full meal—clearly not fully satiated, with room to spare. Hungry? Not exactly.

“Oh, right, Jiang Heng took your medicine earlier… I’m sorry, it was an emergency,” Yuan Shiyuan said softly. “He suddenly couldn’t find his own medicine, saw yours, and mistook them for his… He only realized his mistake after taking them.”

Pei Yanbing looked at Yuan Shiyuan. “You don’t need to apologize to me for someone else’s actions.”

Yuan Shiyuan froze. “That’s not what I meant… I just felt it was impolite to touch your things without permission.”

Even though Pei Yanbing was present at the time and didn’t seem to object—more like tacit approval…

And afterward, when Yuan Shiyuan acted like the cream filling in an Oreo, Pei Yanbing seemed quite pleased.

“Don’t apologize to me because of someone else,” Pei Yanbing said, cupping Yuan Shiyuan’s face. He paused, as if embarrassed, his voice growing more intense. “Everything I have belongs to you.”

With those words, Pei Yanbing averted his gaze, unable to meet Yuan Shiyuan’s eyes.

Yuan Shiyuan was so moved by the declaration that goosebumps instantly prickled his skin.

He shyly bumped Pei Yanbing’s shoulder with his fist. “We’re just good bros, man. Why are you suddenly getting all mushy…?”

Pei Yanbing fell silent.

Ignoring Yuan Shiyuan’s comment, he slowly brushed Yuan Shiyuan’s slightly disheveled pink hair with his fingers and murmured, “Besides… I don’t need to take medication anymore.”

“I had a vasectomy too,” Pei Yanbing said.

Yuan Shiyuan was stunned. “When?!”

“I snuck out during lunch break and got it done.”

Yuan Shiyuan stared in disbelief. “…Just recently? How are you still so… vigorous today?”

Are S-rank alphas’ bodies really that robust? Do they not even need recovery time?

“How come you too…” Yuan Shiyuan couldn’t quite articulate his surprise. “Why did you have a vasectomy, just like Brother Mingxi?”

Pei Yanbing didn’t answer, instead asking, “Do you want children?”

“I like kids, but I don’t plan on having any,” Yuan Shiyuan answered honestly. “Even when I was still an Alpha, I thought childbirth seemed too difficult and painful. I didn’t want my Omega to have to go through that.”

“Mm.” Pei Yanbing kissed Yuan Shiyuan’s cheek and murmured, “I don’t want my Omega to suffer that kind of hardship and pain either.”

Yuan Shiyuan’s ear twitched slightly, and he made a phantom grasping motion in the air.

Suddenly, curiosity sparked anew. “But what if I suddenly changed my mind and wanted a child?”

Pei Yanbing froze, considering the question seriously. “If you wanted a child, other Alphas could impregnate you… it doesn’t have to be me.”

The answer caught Yuan Shiyuan off guard. He raised an eyebrow. “So, if I had another man’s child, you’d still raise it?”

Pei Yanbing replied without hesitation, “I would.”

The sound of running water in the restroom abruptly stopped.

Jiang Heng wiped his hands dry and stood silently in the shadows nearby, watching the two figures nestled together on the bed.

Yuan Shiyuan leaned lazily in Pei Yanbing’s arms, their intimate and dependent posture resembling that of a couple deeply in love.

It’s blindingly obvious, Jiang Heng thought.

He deliberately made some noise to draw Yuan Shiyuan’s attention before slowly approaching.

“Stay here tonight,” he murmured, his voice low and pleading.

As Jiang Heng drew closer, with Pei Yanbing’s arms still around him… chaotic images flashed through Yuan Shiyuan’s mind—visions of being fought over, tugged between them.

Yuan Shiyuan jerked upright and immediately shook his head. “No, I’m going back to the dorm tonight.”

Are you kidding me? Two Alphas were right here, and he’d had his fill of their pheromones—more than enough. He had no intention of getting any more.

If he stayed, he wouldn’t get a wink of sleep tonight. He’d be torn between two men, dealing with their demands endlessly.

In comparison, returning to his dorm meant facing only Bo Jin.

Though Bo Jin is the biggest one… if I’m being honest, it might not be much easier.

Still, it was better to savor one fresh flavor than to keep chewing on two familiar ones.

Yuan Shiyuan knew exactly which choice made sense.