Pretending to Be an Alpha in an All-Alpha Boy Band - Chapter 29
Chapter 29 Bag
—I’ll just swallow this cat-eared little maid whole○!
—My god, are those legs for real? How can they be this long, I’m literally swooning!
—Such long legs make the skirt look so short, and the waist is cinched so thin… so narrow.
—Brother Huo and the others were really wronged when Little Yuan gave them the cold shoulder before… that little waist, I wouldn’t dare pinch too hard.
—Such a thin stomach, you could probably see its shape easily, right? [shy]
—Am I the only one curious that Yuan can do latte art? And he’s so skilled! He gives the customers full emotional value the whole time, he really knows how to charm fans… Even I, someone who doesn’t follow idols, felt my heart stir. 裙陆扒⒋粑芭捂依5陆
—We ○ fans are just that lucky. [smug]
Pei Yanbing stood outside the glass wall, watching for a long time.
He saw Yuan Shiyuan, who should have been taking an afternoon nap in the suite, now working in this café—wearing a skirt, cat ears, holding a tray, dutifully taking orders and serving coffee.
When customers made requests, Yuan Shiyuan would obligingly comply, like a little manservant who never refused.
—Little Yuan is so good, he lets customers touch whatever they want.
—Little Yuan, will you agree to any request from a customer no matter how rude?
—When did captain wc get here? You startled me.
—I give up on the captain’s voyeur perspective. Feels like the next second he’ll lick Little Yuan through the glass.
—Don’t lick my wife—supplemental medicine! He was just licked by me yesterday, I can’t handle it [crying loudly]!
—ls, keep dreaming.
—Captain: You wouldn’t want others to know you’re here wearing a little skirt selling coffee, would you?
—Pei really has restraint—just watching for now. If it were me, I’d grab Little Yuan and run, boom boom boom. [silly grin]
—Can’t help it—part of the captain has already been ruined by Little Yuan himself. The captain looks tough but is powerless; he seems stern but really can’t be. [big laugh]
Yuan Shiyuan didn’t notice Pei Yanbing at the entrance at all. He had so many customers he couldn’t keep up, and many of them specifically requested his latte art.
For tips and commissions, he was working like crazy.
Song Mian alone ordered ten drinks, one after another.
To avoid waste, each time he ordered a drink he would touch Yuan Shiyuan’s cat ears, then give the drink to the staff, go back into the café, and repeat this several times.
What annoyed Song Mian most was that every time he tried to tip Yuan Shiyuan, the production team stopped him.
He was about to pull out a wad of cash when the director’s voice came through his earpiece: “You can’t give that much! There’s a limit on tips—no more than five hundred at a time!”
“And you’ve already given many tips. This is your last chance to give a tip; after this you can only place orders.”
“But, but—” Song Mian protested.
He turned his head and saw those pale white legs across from him, the tail wagging behind. He wiped the nonexistent drool from his mouth. “But I just want to give it to Shiyuan!” he said.
“Shiyuan works so hard, and he’s even wagging his tail!” He clenched his fist. “What’s wrong with me giving Shiyuan a little extra tip?!”
The production team still said no.
Angry but obedient, Song Mian reluctantly gave Yuan Shiyuan a five-hundred tip.
“Shiyuan, wait for me—I’ll call my friends over to order later and give you more tips.” Song Mian worried that Yuan Shiyuan might not make enough money and felt conflicted. “But if you’re too busy, won’t it be hard for you…”
“Tiring?”
Yuan Shiyuan crouched down, the tail behind him drooping to the floor. He looked at the Omegas sitting in front of him and tilted his head into a smile, “But I don’t feel tired. Making coffee for you and seeing you makes me happy.”
Song Mian’s face froze, his eyes slowly widening.
Not only Song Mian, but the viewers watching the livestream and the production team in front of the cameras all showed the same stunned expression.
The pink-haired Alpha was crouched on the floor; when he looked up to speak, his face was dazzling and beautiful, his expression earnest and gentle—like a moving landscape painting.
Yuan Shiyuan hadn’t said anything sycophantic or calculated. His simple, natural words carried a power that hit people right in the heart.
Earlier, the production team thought it was just that their staff lacked self-control.
But watching this scene, if they put themselves in Song Mian’s place, they likely wouldn’t be able to remain rational either.
They could now understand why Yuan Shiyuan was the café’s top seller and why so many customers requested him by name. This was only a “show”—if it were real life, things would probably be even more exaggerated.
Maybe many people would pay huge sums just to drink a beverage he personally made, taking the chance to exchange a few more words with him. Or they might spend lavishly to get his attention on-screen, just to catch one more glance from him…
Yuan Shiyuan walked Song Mian to the door, smiling and waving goodbye.
Having served a group of customers, he could roughly tell these patrons were arranged by the production team, and that tips were restricted—people couldn’t just give freely.
It seemed the maximum was five hundred.
Yuan Shiyuan noticed that whenever someone tried to give a tip greater than 500, their expression would pause, as if someone was stopping them. Still, they ultimately all managed to give tips exceeding 500 star coins.
Some of the more obedient customers stuck to that 500 limit.
This was part of the production team’s arrangement to prevent tip income from being too high and having the contestants pay off their debts too quickly. Part-time pay on the cruise was also structured: the more entertaining, eye-catching, or skill-based the job, the higher the base pay and commission.
But perhaps the production team hadn’t expected his ability to draw money to be this strong.
The wind chimes at the door jingled as the glass door was pushed open.
Yuan Shiyuan, holding the menu, immediately switched into work mode. He turned and smiled, “Welcome.”
His pupils slowly dilated. “Captain?”
Why was Pei Yanbing here?
No—how did Pei Yanbing know he was here?
When Pei Yanbing came in, Yuan Shiyuan didn’t react too strongly; as long as it wasn’t Bo Jin, he was fine.
Bo Jin’s possessiveness ran deep. If Bo Jin saw him here working as a little manservant selling coffee, there would surely be a scolding. He still remembered the time Bo Jin had flown into a rage when he was caught reading fanfiction.
“Are you off work?” Pei asked.
Yuan Shiyuan stepped forward; his fluffy cat ears bounced up and down. “What are you doing here?”
Pei glanced at his ears and said, “I’m here for coffee.”
“?”
“??”
Yuan Shiyuan, menu in arms, said in disbelief, “You’re here for coffee?!”
The coffee here was so expensive—Pei Yanbing came here for coffee? They still hadn’t paid off their debts!
Yuan Shiyuan had thought Pei might be joking for the show, doing something for effect, but Pei actually picked a seat, sat down, and picked up the menu.
“Why didn’t you ask me what I wanted to drink?”
Pei remembered that whenever a customer came in, Yuan Shiyuan would enthusiastically approach, bend to hand over the menu, and ask cheerfully what they wanted.
Why hadn’t Yuan asked him?
“We’re drowning in debt, and you’re coming here for coffee?!”
—Exactly—our Little Yuan works so hard, gets his ears and tail touched, and the captain still spends big here! [eye roll]
——It kind of feels like a wife who had to go out and work in a little skirt to support the family, only to be caught in the act by her husband.
Yuan Shiyuan dragged Pei Yanbing away from the seat.
Pei Yanbing looked him up and down; between strands of his pink hair sat a fluffy cat-ear headband, the black fur wrapping a soft pink inner.
Maybe he’d been too busy — Yuan Shiyuan’s cheeks had a faint flush, the rolled cuffs of his sleeves were smudged with milk foam and coffee, and even the white stockings on his legs had runs, the tears revealing hints of pink flesh beneath.
Pei Yanbing pulled his gaze away.
Pei wasn’t the sort to be that greedy — why would he come all this way just for coffee?
Yuan Shiyuan asked, “You’re not going to make me go back, are you?”
“No.” Pei was persistent. “I just want to have a coffee.”
He added, “I earned money. I can pay. I won’t skip out.”
Was this even a question of freeloading?
If it had been someone else—say, Ying Mingche—Yuan Shiyuan would have thought they were actually craving it. But Pei Yanbing wasn’t that sort of person.
Yuan Shiyuan didn’t bother to probe further. He said, “Captain, you should hold back. Don’t drink it — one cup is precious.”
Even the cheapest drink cost 500 star coins! That alone could cover half a day’s room fee.
“But you get a commission when people buy drinks.”
“What’s with you, captain? I really have to lecture you now—how can you blow money just because you’ve earned a bit?”
Yuan Shiyuan complained, “You say you’ve earned money, but isn’t any money you spend really my money? The commission has to give kickbacks to the café… You might as well just give it to me directly.”
“Fine.” Pei Yanbing handed the star coins he’d just earned straight to Yuan Shiyuan.
Yuan Shiyuan accepted them without ceremony. Pei really was a spendthrift Alpha—earn a little and already coming to a high-consumption place like a maid café. For the team’s sake, he decided he’d keep the star coins.
He checked the amount and was surprised. “How long has it been? You already made over three thousand star coins?”
“I played a lot of violin.” Pei said.
At the restaurant, every requested violin piece cost 200 star coins, and he got half the commission. It wasn’t as lucrative as Yuan Shiyuan selling coffee, but it was still good.
A different idea crossed Yuan Shiyuan’s mind—if he wore a skirt to play violin, would his commission be higher?
Stop.
For now, working at the café was great: friendly customers, easy work, tips just for letting people touch his ears and tail — it was completely his comfort zone.
He’d better not be greedy.
“I’ll take the money. Captain, go back and keep playing violin.” Yuan Shiyuan urged.
Pei Yanbing didn’t leave; instead his gaze subtly glanced back.
Yuan Shiyuan: “?”
He tilted his head too and looked at his own tail.
Even if Yuan Shiyuan was dense, he smelled something strange.
Pei usually had a stoic face year-round, hard to read; few things caught his attention. Yet now he kept looking toward the same place — the direction of Yuan Shiyuan’s tail and cat ears.
Yuan Shiyuan understood instantly.
Pei wanted to touch them too.
Yuan Shiyuan finally relaxed; he’d thought Pei was really craving coffee, but it turned out he just wanted to touch him.
Big deal. Why didn’t Pei just say so? All these indirect cues almost made him miss it.
He completely understood Pei — humans find fluffy things hardest to resist. When Yuan Shiyuan first put on the outfit and cat ears, he couldn’t stop touching himself a few times either.
Anyway, he was already dressed up and customers had already touched him — one more touch from Pei Yanbing wouldn’t hurt. Customers had to pay to touch; good brothers were different — free.
Yuan Shiyuan greeted the manager, then took Pei Yanbing and left the café.
They went to a small corner.
Near that corner was a little room, like a storeroom. Besides them, there wasn’t a soul around.
“Are there cameras in here?” Yuan Shiyuan peered around.
“No,” Pei Yanbing checked and said, “only on the display up front.”
Yuan Shiyuan followed his gaze. The display was large and some distance away. Even if it could capture their location, it would only catch a rough silhouette from afar.
But it could still film them.
Yuan Shiyuan had originally planned to let Pei Yanbing touch him right here, in broad daylight and in front of the lens, but he reconsidered.
For the sake of Pei Yanbing’s image, Yuan Shiyuan considerately hooked Pei Yanbing’s cuff with his finger, then stepped into the storeroom beside them.
Seeing Pei Yanbing stand motionless, he waved and signaled with his eyes, “Come on in.”
—Holy shit I’m freaking out, Little Yuan actually invited me in!
—Yuan… you really are a naughty Yuan. It’s daytime, you expect me to hold my phone with one hand? [furious]
—Okay thanks Little Yuan, I’m coming in. [hehe]
—Wait, isn’t that storeroom supposed to have no cameras? The sound we hear right now is really faint. So after they go in, we won’t be able to see or hear anything??!
—What are you two planning to sneak around doing?!
Pei Yanbing went in.
Although the storeroom was piled with odds and ends, someone cleaned it regularly, so it was fairly neat.
Yuan Shiyuan wriggled inside, making room for Pei Yanbing to enter. Then he turned and met Pei Yanbing’s gaze.
He spun once in front of Pei Yanbing and asked, “How is it?”
Up close, Pei Yanbing could see more clearly. The black-and-white maid outfit on Yuan Shiyuan had a rather short skirt that made his legs look long, and it revealed several runs in the white stockings.
After all, Yuan Shiyuan was an Alpha; the dress still fit a bit tightly on him. The fabric clung to his waist, cinching it into a slender line.
Pei Yanbing said, “It looks good.”
“And?”
“Really good.”
Yuan Shiyuan accepted the compliment.
He said, “This skirt is really pretty, and these accessories… they’re all part of a set.”
Pei Yanbing was silent.
He had been complimenting Yuan Shiyuan, not the accessories.
“Also, captain, these stockings feel kind of strange.”
Before Pei Yanbing could react, Yuan Shiyuan grabbed his hand. “Feel them.”
Pei Yanbing’s pupils suddenly widened.
“They feel strange, right? I thought so when I touched them before. I didn’t expect that when a leg wears white stockings, the touch feels like this.” Yuan Shiyuan found it hard to describe and had to use a blunt, straightforward word: “They’re slippery, but a bit coarse. Still, touching them feels nice.”
“Captain, what do you think?”
Pei Yanbing’s Adam’s apple bobbed; he didn’t answer.
Yuan Shiyuan urged him on, pressing Pei Yanbing’s hand down: “Don’t you feel it? Well, you haven’t moved at all, so of course you can’t feel it. Move your hand, touch the stockings, you’ll feel it.”
The skin’s own warmth passed through the stockings into the palm. Pei Yanbing felt the smoothness warmed by body heat, with the characteristic texture of the white-stockings’ weave.
Skin hunger stirred again. Pei Yanbing’s breathing became uneven; he tried to withdraw his hand, but Yuan Shiyuan pressed it back. Fingertips, taken by surprise, probed to the edge of a run; the snagged fibers of the torn white stocking entwined around his fingertip.
He clearly wanted to pull away, but his hand slipped in accidentally and pressed down on the softest patch of flesh beneath the white stocking.
The leg under the stocking trembled as if startled. Yuan Shiyuan looked down and felt the scene was slightly strange. He forced Pei Yanbing’s hand further onto the stocking; two hands overlapped beneath the skirt, making the hem puff out.
“Captain?” Yuan Shiyuan only then realized Pei Yanbing had been silent for a long time.
“Mm.” Pei Yanbing’s voice sounded somewhat hoarse as he said, “You were right.”
“It feels nice to touch.”
Yuan Shiyuan, like someone who’d found a kindred spirit, said, “Right? This texture is amazing—I even got hooked on touching it myself.”
Because he enjoyed touching it so much, he followed the principle of sharing good things and let Pei Yanbing try too.
“But captain, actually there’s something even more fun.” After the stockings, Yuan Shiyuan pulled Pei Yanbing’s hand back and then placed his palm at the base of his tail.
“Rub it.”
“……”
“Use some force, captain.”
Pei Yanbing could only obediently press harder.
“That’s not how you rub it…” Yuan Shiyuan was exasperated. “Captain, can you not be so hopeless?”
He had no choice; he stood on his tiptoes himself, guided Pei Yanbing’s hand, and set the tail into Pei Yanbing’s palm as if someone had sat down on it.
Pei Yanbing instinctively grabbed.
At that moment, the tail made a very light, bell-like muffled sound as if a bell had been shaken.
“Listen, the tail can make noise! But it only rings like that when you shake your hips hard or when someone grabs it hard.” This was another unexpected discovery by Yuan Shiyuan.
Besides the furry sensation in his palm, Pei Yanbing could clearly feel the soft give of the tail through the skirt.
“You…” he said quietly, “You called me over just so I could touch your tail?”
“Wasn’t it you who wanted to touch?” Yuan Shiyuan replied. “Otherwise why did you come for coffee?”
Pei Yanbing remained silent; he didn’t deny it.
Whether it was the feel of the white stockings or the tail, he… liked them a lot.
Cat ears were harder to manage, and Yuan Shiyuan didn’t plan to let Pei Yanbing touch those. Seeing that enough time had passed and Pei Yanbing had probably had his fill, he leaned on the wall and slowly rose, slipping his hand out of Pei Yanbing’s. “Well then, captain, I’m heading back to work. You too—keep practicing the violin.”
Yuan Shiyuan patted his skirt and was about to push the storeroom door when his arm was suddenly yanked with force. Immediately after, Pei Yanbing grabbed him and pressed him back against the wall.
In the cramped space they were very close, almost shoulder to shoulder, noses nearly touching.
“Hm?” Yuan Shiyuan tilted his head in confusion and blinked, making a questioning sound.
Pei Yanbing reached up to steady the back of Yuan Shiyuan’s head to prevent it from hitting the wall. His palm slid into the pink hair at the nape and came to rest on the back of his neck.
His fingers tightened with measured pressure; he held Yuan Shiyuan’s nape and said in a low voice, “Someone’s here.”
Footsteps and voices carrying conversation came from the doorway, growing nearer as if people were chatting.
There were no cameras here, and they had no scruples.
“Yuan Shiyuan is really something…” someone said in obvious disbelief. “Is he really an Alpha?”
“I finally understand why he has so many alpha fans. Look at him—who wouldn’t crave him?”
“His legs are so long…”
“…”
Yuan Shiyuan’s expression remained unchanged; he was used to such private remarks. From childhood to now, the admiration placed before him had always bordered on the extreme—so what of the secret talk?
He didn’t react much. Besides, they hadn’t said anything overtly excessive.
Pei Yanbing’s brows and eyes slowly darkened.
The scene just now outside the glass wall hadn’t been his alone. Many more people would see that footage on the show, including Yuan Shiyuan’s alpha fans.
Would they rewind that clip over and over? Would they replay Yuan Shiyuan again and again in their imaginations?
At the thought, Pei Yanbing’s whole demeanor grew colder, until a warm touch at his waist registered.
Yuan Shiyuan had draped his hand over Pei Yanbing’s hip and gently rocked his head, as if soothing him.
The height and build difference forced Pei Yanbing to look down to meet Yuan Shiyuan’s eyes. He watched Yuan Shiyuan’s face and then slowly leaned in, wrapping him fully into his arms and lowering his face to inhale the scent in the pink hair.
After a little while, Yuan Shiyuan shifted.
The storeroom was a bit warm; he slowly tilted his face up, eyes moist. “Captain, I think they’ve left.”
But he looked slightly puzzled… they hadn’t done anything—why were they hiding from those people?
They could have just walked out.
“Mm.” Pei Yanbing still didn’t let go. He said, “Your skirt is very short.”
He added, “Too short.”
“Ah, is it short?” Yuan Shiyuan tugged at the hem. “Then maybe you noticed I’m not wearing shorts.”
“You’re not wearing any?”
“Yep, it’s cooler.”
“……”
“You don’t believe me?”
Yuan Shiyuan lifted an eyebrow. “Then squat down and take a look.”
Pei Yanbing hesitated for a moment, then crouched.
He knelt on one knee; when he looked up he could see the torn white stocking. Yuan Shiyuan pinched the skirt’s hem with slender pale fingers and slowly lifted it—the rolled edge of the skirt brushed his face, carrying Yuan Shiyuan’s warmth and scent.
Pei Yanbing’s breath caught.
He struggled for a long moment before lifting his eyes and seeing… a pair of boxer-style shorts.
The short’s leg openings hugged the thigh roots, leaving red marks and pressing into soft flesh.
Yuan Shiyuan laughed until his shoulders trembled, then couldn’t hold back and burst out laughing.
“You’re wearing them,” Pei Yanbing said.
“Yeah.” Yuan Shiyuan’s laugh made the corners of his eyes wet. Seeing Pei Yanbing’s odd expression, he wondered if he’d gone too far with the joke. He patted Pei Yanbing’s shoulder. “Alright captain, just kidding this time.”
“Next time I won’t wear them to show you.”
“……” Pei Yanbing said, “You’re really open.”
Yuan Shiyuan shrugged indifferently. “What’s wrong with letting a brother see?”
He was only talking big—he didn’t actually want Pei Yanbing to compare with his little pink thing.
They’d been off their stations for a while and the boss had started to urge them. Before leaving, Yuan Shiyuan called after Pei Yanbing, “Wait, captain, can you keep this for me?”
Yuan Shiyuan cleared his throat and, under Pei Yanbing’s gaze, pulled out a… black garter stocking.
“You wore this?”
“Mm-hmm, I wore it a bit then took it off.” Yuan Shiyuan said, “Keep it here for me, I don’t feel right leaving it.”
“That’s too erotic.”
“Keeping it here makes it not erotic?”
“If someone finds it, it’s your embarrassment, not mine.”
Pei Yanbing: “……”
Yuan Shiyuan laughed, “I was joking—captain, you’re a clean-freak, you definitely can’t accept it…”
But unexpectedly, the item in his hand was snatched away in an instant.
Now Yuan Shiyuan was the one stunned.
He really had been joking…
What had been a joke was now gripped tight in Pei Yanbing’s large hand, the knuckles defined, fingers hooked around it. It actually did look… pretty erotic.
Yuan Shiyuan suddenly remembered his little handkerchief.
Earlier in the semen collection room, Pei Yanbing had been holding his little handkerchief like that too.
When they returned to their posts, the S-rank Alphas were reporting their earnings in the group chat.
In the space of an afternoon, the Alphas had done quite well.
Pei Yanbing had earned 3,000 star coins, which was currently in Yuan Shiyuan’s hands; the Ying twins had a combined 4,000 star coins; tech-type Jiang Heng made 5,000 star coins; Bo Jin, the least useful, only earned 1,000 star coins.
The highest earner was Yuan Shiyuan, who’d gone out on the floor.
He did a rough calculation: including tips, commissions, and base pay, it should be around 20,000 star coins.
Yuan Shiyuan was pretty satisfied.
On such a hot day the café didn’t have many customers, but every customer who came in spent lavishly and tipped him.
Before Bo Jin and the others finished their shifts, Yuan Shiyuan and the boss tallied his wages: a total of 28,000 star coins.
More than he had expected!
Boss: “Impressive. We usually don’t get much business this time of day.”
“That’s because the shop has a good environment and good products. If the products themselves weren’t up to par, no amount of my selling would help,” Yuan Shiyuan said, sweet-talking.
The boss, an Omega, pursed his lips and smiled.
He handed Yuan Shiyuan an extra red envelope as a bonus. “This is for you.”
“Boss, you’re too generous!”
“I’m not that generous. There’s a condition: can I specify your outfit tomorrow, in light of giving you this bonus?”
Yuan Shiyuan, willing to wear anything, answered magnanimously: “Of course.”
The boss brought over a bag and, smiling, said, “You can take this home and prepare.”
Yuan Shiyuan asked instinctively, “What’s inside?”
“The bag has a JK uniform, a pink princess dress, and a little devil leather skirt, along with matching black stockings, crisscross leg-strap bindings, and leg rings. If you don’t know what to wear tomorrow, you can try them on tonight to see how they look.”
At this moment Yuan Shiyuan had only one question:
Is this show for real?
Author’s Note:
About which outfit Little Yuan tried on in the suite:
Press 1: JK uniform
Press 2: Pink princess dress
Press 3: Little devil leather skirt
Press 0: Of course it’s all of them [shy]
There’s another chapter coming up; I’ll fix typos in this chapter later [celebration]