Pretending to Be an Alpha in an All-Alpha Boy Band - Chapter 148

Chapter 148: End of Main Story

Yuan Shiyuan fainted from sheer pleasure.

Each time he drifted back to consciousness, he found himself in the arms of a different Alpha. The moment he stirred, the Alpha would resume their ministrations, as if they had been waiting for him to regain awareness so he could fully experience every sensation in his conscious state.

“Awake?” Bo Jin murmured, pressing his thin lips against Yuan Shiyuan’s earlobe, his breath coming in short, ragged pants. “Perfect. It’s my turn now.”

This made Yuan Shiyuan’s ordeal even more unbearable. He bit down on his fingers and wept throughout the ordeal. It was only then that he belatedly realized that the Alphas had been holding back during their encounter before the concert.

Now, he truly understood the formidable physicality of an S-rank Alpha.

Yuan Shiyuan was a 3S-rank Omega.

His body’s resilience and capacity to absorb S-rank pheromones far surpassed his expectations… far, far beyond what he had imagined.

He could distinctly feel a heavy, grounding presence in the soles of his feet, the palms of his hands, even the hollows of his lower back. Not to mention the raw, devouring gazes that seemed to want to swallow him whole, leaving him no room to ignore them. The room, lined with mirrors on all four walls, left him nowhere to escape their unrelenting scrutiny.

Shame piled upon shame. Even through his tear-blurred vision and the muddled pheromones overwhelming his senses, Yuan Shiyuan couldn’t resist clinging to the Alpha before him, desperate to wring every last drop of pheromone from him.

“M-more pheromones… please…”

Round after round of thick, fresh pheromones flooded into him, distending his lower abdomen into a visibly swollen curve.

He stared blankly as another Alpha gently pressed his stomach, then glanced down at the unmistakable bulge of an Alpha’s member. Knowing this development was wrong, he still couldn’t help but turn to face the next Alpha, his toes gently hooking around their ankle, urging them on. He craved fresher, more stimulating S-rank pheromones.

“Your turn…”

“I want your pheromones… wuh!”

“Do you like it?” It was the question every Alpha whispered in his ear. “Do you like my pheromones?”

“Y-yes… I like it! Waaah…”

Yuan Shiyuan sobbed and wailed as he answered, his adoration for pheromones utterly unmasked. They were intimately familiar with each other, knowing exactly which actions would prompt the Alpha to release his pheromones more quickly.

He would cling to the Alpha, arching his back to press himself tightly against him, never letting go. This ensured the pheromones flooded deep inside him, fully satisfying his craving.

The Alpha knew Yuan Shiyuan’s intentions perfectly well, yet he always succumbed. His arousal intensified, and during the final surge, he would always grip Yuan Shiyuan’s chin, forcing him to watch the scene reflected in the mirror.

At first, Yuan Shiyuan could still close his eyes and pretend. But the reflection was too vivid: his face flushed crimson, tears clinging to his lashes, his body held tightly in the Alpha’s embrace.

He could even see the rise and fall of his belly with each breath, and the faint curve where his womb stretched open.

The burning, inescapable gazes of the other Alphas surrounding them only heightened his torment.

Yuan Shiyuan’s entire body tensed, his breathing ragged, as the Alpha whispered relentlessly in his ear, “Do you love me?”

Yuan Shiyuan, consumed by shame, couldn’t bring himself to answer.

Saying “I love you” at that moment seemed too strange. Yet the pleasure induced by the pheromones was so intense that he couldn’t resist. He could only whimper, calling out in a breathy voice, “Husband…” before the other Alphas. “S-slow down…”

Though Yuan Shiyuan found “I love you” too intimate and shameful to utter at that moment, he readily called him “husband.”

The Alpha paused, seeming to chuckle softly.

Even Yuan Shiyuan’s pleading address did nothing to slow him down. Instead, he intensified his passionate kisses, even targeting the entrance to Yuan Shiyuan’s womb.

Yuan Shiyuan wept harder, utterly unable to stop the Alpha’s relentless advances. His pupils rolled upward as he cried out and fainted.

Gradually, Yuan Shiyuan lost all sense of time. By the time the pheromones in the room had thickened to an impenetrable fog, he had no idea how many times they had climaxed, big and small. He lay limp and exhausted on the floor, his stomach visibly swollen from the excessive intake of pheromones, like an overripe fruit.

With a mere twitch of his finger, Yuan Shiyuan could hear the faint trickling of liquid—the overflowing pheromone spilling out.

Finally… is it over?

Yuan Shiyuan gasped for breath as he opened his eyes, his mind completely blank. He could feel the mingled scents of various pheromones clinging to every inch of his body.

His face was gently lifted. Through tear-blurred vision, he couldn’t make out the other person’s features. The chaotic mix of pheromones made it impossible to distinguish who it was.

Instinctively, Yuan Shiyuan reached out, groping for the other person’s shape. By tracing the Citrus Lobe, he could finally identify them.

With that slight hook… it’s Jiang Heng. He stammered, “…J-Jiang… Jiang Heng?”

Jiang Heng was clearly startled. He hadn’t expected Yuan Shiyuan to recognize him this way. But it was also a stark reminder of how disoriented Yuan Shiyuan was, his mind so clouded he couldn’t even focus his consciousness.

The same Yuan Shiyuan who could clearly distinguish the twin brothers in his lucid moments had repeatedly made mistakes just now. If it weren’t for Ying Mingche’s distinctive pearl implants, Yuan Shiyuan might never have realized his error, mistaking the Big Brother for the younger brother…

“Drink some glucose first.”

Jiang Heng stroked Yuan Shiyuan’s cheek, observing his drenched state. Yuan Shiyuan looked like he’d been fished out of water, patches of sweat already dried and caked on his skin, while the rest was fresh and glistening, even his navel brimming with sweat.

This pitiful sight tugged at Jiang Heng’s heart, yet also stirred a deeper, more primal instinct within him.

Jiang Heng lowered his head to take a sip of glucose solution before pinching Yuan Shiyuan’s chin and pressing his thin lips against the slightly parted flesh, feeding him the glucose.

The pheromone-infused glucose trickled into Yuan Shiyuan’s mouth and down into his stomach. He felt his abdomen grow increasingly distended and sour, involuntarily gagging.

The room’s walls and ceiling were lined with massive mirrors, allowing him to see himself from every angle. As he cupped his hands over his abdomen, he could clearly feel his womb, distended into an exaggerated curve by the excessive influx of pheromones.

Due to its underdeveloped state, Yuan Shiyuan’s womb was normally quite small, but now it felt like a water balloon stretched to its limit. With even the slightest movement, he could hear the distinct sloshing of fluid within, and his thin skin felt so taut it seemed it would burst at the slightest touch.

Startled and incredulous, Yuan Shiyuan groped his distended belly in bewilderment.

How could this have happened? This time… even my womb is bulging?

At that moment, Yuan Shiyuan felt a slow brush against his cheek. Tickled, he instinctively turned his head, only to see, over Jiang Heng’s shoulder, the surrounding Alphas slowly closing in.

Their gazes landed on him, uniformly burning with heat.

Only then did Yuan Shiyuan realize that everything that had just happened was merely the beginning. He had an utterly clear premonition that what followed…

…might not be so “gentle” anymore.

When Yuan Shiyuan finally regained consciousness, five or six hours had passed.

The moment he opened his eyes, he felt an overwhelming sense of fullness, a heavy weight in his lower abdomen, as if he had eaten to his limit. This sensation clearly indicated the vast quantity of highly concentrated S-rank pheromone still coursing through his body.

The intense comfort brought on by the high concentration of pheromone left Yuan Shiyuan too exhausted to even twitch a finger.

“Tired?”

Just as Yuan Shiyuan’s mind drifted, a warm, gentle male voice suddenly spoke in his ear.

Ying Mingxi sat worriedly on the edge of the bed, a tray of food prepared at the bedside. The other Alphas stood anxiously nearby, crowding the bed and staring at Yuan Shiyuan, as if awaiting his reaction.

Yuan Shiyuan: “……”

An awkwardness rose unbidden within him.

But then he remembered the even more outrageous and absurd games they had just played, games that had brought him intense pleasure. They’d had their fill of pleasure; there was no need for embarrassment now.

The tips of Yuan Shiyuan’s ears flushed crimson and trembled slightly as he forced a nonchalant tone, his face still damp and flushed. “What’s there to be tired about?”

“Brother Mingxi, don’t flatter yourself. You haven’t even come close to exhausting me.”

“Really?” Ying Mingxi’s fingertips gently brushed Yuan Shiyuan’s reddened cheek. “You were crying so hard earlier, I thought I might have gone too far this time.”

“Then… can I be a little more excessive next time?”

Yuan Shiyuan turned his face away. “…Let’s pass on that.”

He had long known Ying Mingxi’s dedication to service, but he never imagined that the seemingly most proper Ying Mingxi would secretly have learned so many bizarre techniques.

It felt good, undeniably so, but it was also overwhelmingly shameful… though that didn’t stop him from enjoying it.

“You’re really not tired?” Bo Jin moved closer, reaching for Yuan Shiyuan’s hand. “Then let’s go again.”

“No, no—!”

Yuan Shiyuan nearly jumped up. The mere sight of Bo Jin made his lower body ache and swell reflexively.

Unpleasant memories, forcibly unearthed, flooded his mind. He hurriedly tried to stop them, but couldn’t help but retort, “How many times has it been already? You’re such an addict!”

What baffled him most was why these Alphas seemed so delighted.

Yuan Shiyuan, clearly overwhelmed but stubbornly refusing to admit it, looked utterly adorable in his shocked bewilderment at the Alphas’ exaggerated displays.

Bo Jin couldn’t help but turn his head, pressing his fist against his lips to stifle a chuckle.

He didn’t argue with Yuan Shiyuan, nor did he offer any explanation. Yuan Shiyuan thought they had done it too many times only because there were so many Alphas; in reality, each one had only had a few turns.

Bo Jin himself only got three turns, and the last one was interrupted.

Yuan Shiyuan, crying, shoved him away, clutched his stomach, and slowly crawled toward another Alpha.

He hoped this new Alpha would “rescue” him—at least spare his poor, suffering womb. But Jiang Heng, the Alpha he appealed to, merely soothed him, held him close, and then completed Bo Jin’s unfinished final thrust.

No wonder Yuan Shiyuan couldn’t even tell them apart in the end.

“Want to rest some more?” Ying Mingxi asked. “Do you need us to stay with you?”

The Alpha was remarkably considerate, knowing Yuan Shiyuan was thin-skinned and might need some time alone to process the humiliation.

“No, thanks.”

True to form, Yuan Shiyuan coldly refused. With a blank expression, he pulled the blanket up to his head, covering his flushed, ravaged face. “I’ll just sleep by myself.”

Yuan Shiyuan really did need to digest something thoroughly.

Though what he needed to digest wasn’t the act itself, but the pheromones he had absorbed.

Before leaving, Ying Mingxi brushed a stray strand of hair behind Yuan Shiyuan’s ear. In a whisper only they could hear, he murmured, “Thank you, Shiyuan.” He added, “You’ve worked so hard.”

Lying in bed, Yuan Shiyuan stared blankly at the ceiling. How could this have happened?

When he was awake, the presence of the five Alphas was overwhelmingly intense. Their distinct pheromones and individual styles created a sensory experience that was even more pleasant than during his heat period.

No wonder he had chosen to indulge in it.

He had long known that he didn’t shy away from their touch—in fact, he was so accustomed to it that he hardly noticed it anymore.

Yuan Shiyuan sighed, reaching up to touch his own face. Am I even straight anymore?

If he had to put a label on it, he’d probably call himself “slightly bent but leaning straight.”

With that thought, Yuan Shiyuan felt much more at ease. Suddenly, he heard stealthy footsteps approaching his bed, followed by a furry head nuzzling up his gland.

His eyelid twitched. He flung back the covers and grabbed the intruder by the head.

“Ying Mingche! What do you think you’re doing?”

Ying Mingche, caught by the hair, showed no panic. Instead, he deliberately stuck out his tongue to display his tongue stud to Yuan Shiyuan.

Then, he slowly tilted his head and began licking Yuan Shiyuan’s fingers. When he sensed Yuan Shiyuan’s grip loosening, he brazenly licked up the entire length of the finger.

The metal of the stud, which carried a faint electrical current, amplified the stimulation. Yuan Shiyuan bit down lightly on his finger, unable to suppress a soft moan.

“Ah… mmm…”

“I knew you’d like it.”

Yuan Shiyuan had only a little left, but it didn’t matter; Ying Mingche finished it all without wasting a single drop. Afterward, the Alpha, like a dog, seemed ready to lick every inch of him, then pounced, pinning him beneath his weight.

Yuan Shiyuan’s eyes remained slightly unfocused, his limbs still twitching from the lingering effects of the mild electric current.

When he finally recovered, he wrinkled his nose, turned his face away, and pushed at the Alpha’s shoulder.

“You’re so heavy.”

Ying Mingche suddenly flipped Yuan Shiyuan over, pulling him onto his chest.

“I’m so happy,” he murmured. “Baby, I’m so, so happy.”

“……”

Yuan Shiyuan glanced at him, baffled. “What are you so happy about?”

Ying Mingche had wanted to say, Because you chose me. Because I’m happy I could make you feel good.

But when he saw Yuan Shiyuan’s face, he abruptly fell silent.

Leaning in, Ying Mingche planted a loud, wet kiss on Yuan Shiyuan’s cheek.

“I won’t tell you,” he said, stretching into an exaggerated grin, then burying his face in Yuan Shiyuan’s neck. “Baby, it feels so good… I love it, I love it so much.”

As if he’d discovered a treasure, Ying Mingche repeated the phrase excitedly, nuzzling Yuan Shiyuan’s neck and cheeks. Several times, he pushed Yuan Shiyuan’s small frame off balance, only to quickly pull him back and continue rubbing against him.

Yuan Shiyuan: “……”

He realized that many of Ying Mingche’s behaviors and ways of thinking truly resembled those of a dog.

Not just any dog, but a large, independent-minded one—disobedient and requiring constant supervision.

Yuan Shiyuan frowned slightly, but ultimately said nothing. Though Ying Mingche was the most unruly of them all, he had to admit that tonight… he had performed remarkably well.

Perhaps because it was their first time, Ying Mingche’s earlier performance had been merely average. The advantages of the beads were present but not particularly noticeable.

But recently, Ying Mingche had fully unleashed the beads’ potential. Each one was perfectly round and plump, constantly rolling and grinding against the delicate folds of flesh.

Even when pressing open Yuan Shiyuan’s orifice to enter his womb, the beads made their presence distinctly felt.

Indeed… it felt incredibly good.

This was a strange yet novel experience.

Yuan Shiyuan let the Alpha hug and nuzzle him, but the longer it went on, the more intensely he felt the Alpha’s heavy presence.

Finally, he couldn’t take it anymore. “Enough already,” he snapped.

“You’re just too tempting. I can’t help myself,” Ying Mingche whined, sounding genuinely aggrieved. Heaven knows how much willpower it took me to resist revisiting that place, let alone to sneak into your room and sleep beside you under everyone’s noses. Now you’re just being difficult. He negotiated, “How about I take a shower first? I’ll come back and cuddle you after I’m done, okay?”

Yuan Shiyuan glanced at him indifferently. “Suit yourself.”

That means yes.

Overjoyed, Ying Mingche immediately cupped Yuan Shiyuan’s face and planted several loud kisses on his lips. Then, casually snatching up the torn-to-shreds disposable underwear, he turned and headed into the restroom.

Yuan Shiyuan had barely closed his eyes when he heard footsteps approaching again.

The instant he cracked open his eyelids, he was pulled into a warm embrace. The Alpha buried his face in Yuan Shiyuan’s hair, inhaling his scent with undisguised fervor.

“Baby,” he murmured, his voice thick with affection.

Pei Yanbing had always been reserved and taciturn, even hesitating before touching Yuan Shiyuan.

My audacity grows by the day.

Yuan Shiyuan carefully cradled his swollen belly as he turned over in Pei Yanbing’s arms. “Captain, are you really that happy?”

It wasn’t just Pei Yanbing; he saw the same expression on the faces of all the Alphas—a mix of contentment, delight, and exhilaration that he couldn’t quite understand.

“Mm-hmm,” Pei Yanbing murmured, his gaze fixed on him. “Very happy.”

“This is the first time we’ve been together when you didn’t need pheromones.”

“You’re completely lucid, not in heat… It’s you, willingly choosing to be with me.”

“That’s why I’m so happy.”

Yuan Shiyuan froze completely.

So that’s why Pei Yanbing and the others are so pleased?

Because this time, he wasn’t merely accommodating them out of pheromonal need. He was fully conscious, not driven by heat.

All along, they never cared about pheromone exchange or physical intimacy.

What mattered was this moment—him, fully conscious and willingly drawing close to them.

Just as Yuan Shiyuan was about to say something, Pei Yanbing gently kissed his lips.

“Sleep now,” Pei Yanbing murmured, pressing a kiss to Yuan Shiyuan’s forehead. “I’ll stay with you.”

Just as Yuan Shiyuan closed his eyes, footsteps echoed from the doorway again.

Jiang Heng and Bo Jin appeared in the room simultaneously, their gazes locking onto Pei Yanbing on the bed. Both men frowned deeply. “Didn’t we agree he’d sleep alone?”

Why was everyone breaking their word, rushing to stake their claim and sneaking into Yuan Shiyuan’s bedroom first?

They thought they’d moved quickly, but another Alpha had beaten them to it.

Pei Yanbing ignored them, simply clasping Yuan Shiyuan’s hand joyfully. His long, slender fingers threaded through Yuan Shiyuan’s, their hands interlacing tightly—a silent declaration of possessiveness.

Jiang Heng and Bo Jin refused to be ignored. Bo Jin brazenly yanked back the covers on the other side of the bed, lay down beside Yuan Shiyuan, and wrapped an arm possessively around his waist, pulling him closer.

Sandwiched between their conflicting pheromones—one cool, the other fiery—Yuan Shiyuan squinted comfortably, only to hear Bo Jin whisper in his ear, “Wife, you’re so excited today.”

Yuan Shiyuan nearly choked in embarrassment, glaring at Bo Jin with watery eyes before turning to Jiang Heng. Jiang Heng had already found an empty spot on the bed and began massaging Yuan Shiyuan’s ankles and the backs of his knees.

“Little Yuan, does this feel better?” Jiang Heng’s massage was just right. “Your legs were spread so wide earlier; massaging them should ease the muscle soreness.”

This situation… so many people… discussing this… it’s truly bizarre.

Yuan Shiyuan’s brow furrowed slightly. He was surrounded—people to his left, right, and below. Ultimately, he decided to stop struggling and closed his eyes, pretending to be dead.

Bo Jin and Jiang Heng were both a little surprised.

At this moment, Yuan Shiyuan hasn’t reflexively blurted out some macho bro platitudes?

“Wife, I’m so happy,” Bo Jin murmured, wrapping his arm around Yuan Shiyuan’s waist. His low, husky voice couldn’t hide his elation.

Yuan Shiyuan: “Happy again?”

Uncharacteristically, Jiang Heng chimed in softly, “Little Yuan, I’m… really happy too.”

Yuan Shiyuan naturally knew what they were so happy about.

They were rejoicing because his acceptance this time wasn’t due to needing pheromones.

They were overjoyed that he was conscious and willingly letting them stay by his side—that the touches and dependence were no longer driven by the urges of his heat period but by genuine, heartfelt closeness.

After a long silence, Yuan Shiyuan finally murmured a soft “Mmm,” his voice carrying the lazy huskiness unique to post-coital exhaustion. “I know.”

After a few seconds, enveloped in a familiar cocoon of pheromones, he sighed softly and repeated, even more gently, “I know.”

The door slid open.

Ying Mingxi and Ying Mingche entered the room just as those words drifted through the air. Their expressions shifted from stunned disbelief to overwhelming joy.

Yuan Shiyuan cautiously lifted his eyelashes a fraction, realizing everyone was staring at him. He closed his eyes again, the tips of his reddened ears trembling slightly.

Though Yuan Shiyuan couldn’t see, he could still sense the comforting pheromones in the air.

Different S-rank pheromones, which should have repelled each other, now harmoniously coexisted, gently enveloping him.

Perhaps this isn’t so bad after all.

Their companionship was real, and the happiness and comfort they brought him were genuine. These truths were enough to outweigh everything else.

If Yuan Shiyuan had to choose, he suddenly realized he couldn’t bear to give up any of them.

He suddenly understood the protagonist’s line in the script: “I want it all.”

Perhaps it wasn’t greed, but rather that each genuine affection was too precious to abandon.

Yuan Shiyuan leaned against Bo Jin’s chest, Pei Yanbing holding his hand, while Jiang Heng massaged his feet. Through his blurred vision, he saw two identical faces drawing closer, their approach as quiet as shadows.

Drowsiness gradually overwhelmed Yuan Shiyuan, blurring his consciousness.

Just before his awareness faded completely, he thought he felt someone gently sit beside his bed, cautiously touching the tips of his hair.

“Let’s be like this forever, okay?”

The Alpha’s voice was so soft that Yuan Shiyuan couldn’t distinguish whose voice it was.

The deliberately lowered voice trembled slightly, carrying a hint of tentative inquiry and a retreat upon retreat of pleading.

Yuan Shiyuan didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he softly rubbed his cheek against the corner of the blanket.

His flushed face pressed against the soft fabric, the small movement resembling both a nod and silent acquiescence.

Moonlight streamed through the gap in the curtains, bathing Yuan Shiyuan’s serene sleeping face and casting trembling shadows from his long eyelashes. The five Alphas at the bedside remained silent, quietly watching over him.

Five Alphas… it was still a bit too many.

But Yuan Shiyuan thought to himself, I’m still so young. My life stretches out before me. If I can’t bear to turn away any sincere heart, why shouldn’t I be a little greedier in this moment?

I want them all.

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