Pretending to Be an Alpha in an All-Alpha Boy Band - Chapter 32

Chapter 32 Livestream Incident (Part 2)

“Why aren’t you guys saying anything?”

Yuan Shiyuan asked in puzzlement.

Bo Jin glanced at Yuan Shiyuan, seemed about to say something, then shut his mouth.

Jiang Heng: “The captain’s almost done with his shower. I’ll go tidy up.”

“Oh, okay.” Yuan Shiyuan nodded.

After leaving the living room, Jiang Heng didn’t start tidying up as he’d said; instead he stared at the trash can as if lost in thought.

Inside the bin were the wet wipes Yuan Shiyuan had just used to dry his hands.

If he moved a little closer, he could take one… and no one would notice.

Jiang Heng frowned, disgusted at the ridiculousness of the idea. Stealing the wet wipe Yuan Shiyuan had used—what was the difference between that and a sasaeng fan?

He forced his eyes away but saw the laundry basket nearby, containing the clothes Yuan Shiyuan had just changed out of.

Yuan Shiyuan’s socks were in a small plastic bag, neatly placed beside his little backpack.

Was he planning to wash them? Hadn’t had time yet? Or would he wash them after drying his hair…?

Yuan Shiyuan planning to wash them himself? The thought alone made Jiang Heng’s expression strange and full of disapproval.

He scanned the area; this spot was a visual blind spot—no one in the living room could see here.

Keeping a calm face, Jiang Heng took Yuan Shiyuan’s socks and walked to the balcony. No one was watching, and no camera was filming; nobody would know he was the one who washed them.

Sure enough, no one noticed Jiang Heng’s actions.

Yuan Shiyuan obediently sat on Bo Jin’s carpet, reached out and touched the ends of his hair—they were almost dry.

He looked up at Ying Mingxi behind him; their eyes met as Yuan Shiyuan tilted his head down. “Brother Mingxi, you don’t have to help dry my hair anymore. It’s not dripping now.”

“As long as it’s not dripping, it’ll dry after a bit.”

Yuan Shiyuan treated his hair casually—he hated blow-drying. Normally he’d just wipe it a bit, blow half-dry, then let it air-dry.

Mostly, when he was home his younger brother helped wash and dry his hair; at school his roommates or friends would help… you could say whether at home or at school, someone always rushed to dry it for him.

Even if no one helped, he didn’t mind. Alphas were strong—wipe half-dry, blow a little, and let it dry naturally.

“It’s fine.” Ying Mingxi reached out and fiddled with the ends of Yuan Shiyuan’s hair. “It’s still a little damp here. I’ll help you dry it a bit more.”

Bo Jin: “You should let him do it. Otherwise watch out—Ying Mingche might lick you again.”

Although Ying Mingche hadn’t touched Yuan Shiyuan, the sensations passing through made him clearly aware of the softness of Yuan Shiyuan’s hair.

He, unusually, joined forces with Bo Jin: “Don’t be shy—use my brother like a tool. He actually likes it when you do.”

Unable to refuse such warm invitations, Yuan Shiyuan could only stay seated.

He spent another star coin; he had a pretty good sense of the total. If he sold coffee for one more day tomorrow, he should be able to pay off his debts.

After that, they could enjoy their time on the cruise.

Still, Yuan Shiyuan asked curiously, “Did the captain unplug the main power to the room’s live broadcast equipment?”

“Yeah.” Ying Mingche, while Yuan Shiyuan wasn’t paying attention, quietly hooked a finger through the strap at his waist and toyed with it. He said nonchalantly, “With no cameras, we can do whatever we want.”

“Could there be other hidden cameras?” Yuan Shiyuan pondered. “It’s been a while now—if the livestream feed was cut off, the production team would definitely be anxious, right? How could the production tolerate our room’s cameras being down? They’d surely try other methods…”

——Directing team, come up with something quickly!

——Help, save us, I need to see what happens next!!

——Please, please, let me see the follow-up, I paid money, isn’t that enough!!

——Let me see the final scene of Little Yuan getting screwed. [Crying loudly]

The production team was utterly surprised.

They had expected that once the main livestream feed cut out, viewer interest would drop, but unexpectedly the viewer count and heat in the chatroom skyrocketed!

The show, which had been ranked eighth on the platform, jumped straight to third! Not only that, multiple platforms were buzzing about Struggling to Survive; some people thought it was scripted and suspected Pei Yanbing of deliberately pulling the main plug as a publicity stunt.

The crew was stunned—did they actually have a script like this?

They immediately went into layered discussions: “We didn’t expect that after the livestream cut, we’d accidentally get this much attention… It’s been over ten minutes and the viewer count is still rising!”

“What should we do? Wait for them to leave the room and sneak our staff in?” They dismissed that idea. “This episode’s theme is pure hidden cameras…”

But could they just let the main feed stay off? That clearly wasn’t an option—right now all six guests were in the room!

If none of the guests were on screen, what would the audience watch?

After some back-and-forth between the director and planners, they decided: “Okay! We’ll change the plan. They’ve already ordered dinner, right? Let’s do a surprise check!”

“Camera crew ambush—catch them off guard. That footage will definitely be compelling and great for the show… viewers love these thrilling twists.”

“The restaurant kitchen has the food ready; we can head over any time.”

“Follow cam, get the equipment ready—go!”

“Wait—”

Yuan Shiyuan turned his small backpack inside out on the bedroom floor, scratching his head in confusion, “Where are my socks?”

Because Yuan Shiyuan often had personal items go missing and had encountered perverts before, he instinctively felt something was wrong. But everyone in the room was on the same team…

Could a predator really be among them?

He cautiously scanned the room and began retracing events: Pei Yanbing had finished showering, then it was Jiang Heng’s turn… so rule out Jiang Heng first.

Jiang Heng definitely didn’t steal the socks.

But that didn’t seem right—he couldn’t be sure when the socks went missing. Maybe they were taken while Pei Yanbing was showering?

Wait… he had taken off his socks before going into the restroom. During his shower, the socks had been outside the bathroom the whole time.

The more Yuan Shiyuan thought about it, the chillier and more alarmed he felt.

All six Scepter S-rank Alphas had become suspects—except him!

They didn’t seem like the type to do this, did they? Yuan Shiyuan couldn’t imagine any of them sneaking off with his socks…

Could it be a misunderstanding? Or had he left them somewhere and simply forgotten?

He busied himself pacing the bedroom but still couldn’t find his socks. Then he pushed open the glass door and stepped onto the balcony, finally letting out a breath.

His socks were hanging neatly on the rack, sun-drying. Only, they showed signs of being scrubbed—there were twist marks from wringing at the top.

Which good brother had been so kind and selfless as to wash them without leaving a name?

Yuan Shiyuan felt ashamed and reflected: he’d assumed the worst and maliciously suspected his teammates, imagining them as disgusting predators.

When Yuan Shiyuan found his socks on the balcony, for some reason the people in the living room started arguing again.

“Why are you all fighting again?” Yuan Shiyuan could only return to the bedroom. “Didn’t we agree we have to supervise each other and absolutely not fight? If anyone fights again, they must accept punishment.”

Ying Mingche: “I don’t want to fight either, but I want to sleep on the floor.”

Bo Jin said lightly, “Why does he get to sleep on the floor by the bed? I want that too.”

“Lowest earner doesn’t get to have an opinion, thank you.” Ying Mingche glanced at Yuan Shiyuan, “I’m communicating politely, not trying to start trouble.”

“……”

Yuan Shiyuan understood—they were arguing over bed spots.

They’d already fixed the bed placements: Yuan Shiyuan kept his spot, and the other bed’s occupant would rotate according to income ranking. But the other sleeping spots hadn’t been decided yet.

There was a folding bed and a sofa in the living room, and the bedroom sides could accommodate people sleeping on the floor… what they were fighting over was the right to sleep on the bedroom floor.

Yuan Shiyuan felt a headache coming.

The bedroom was indeed nicer and more comfortable—no wonder they were all fighting for those floor spots.

Beyond the room assignment, Yuan Shiyuan had to face another issue.

He needed to set some rules.

“We still can’t be fighting. We should communicate peacefully—I could hear you two all the way from the balcony just now,” Yuan Shiyuan said with a stern face. “I said before we need to supervise each other and live together peacefully, otherwise there will be punishment.”

“Now I want to punish you—do you accept?”

The Alphas were silent for a moment, then answered, “We accept.”

They seemed a bit curious. “What kind of punishment?”

Yuan Shiyuan hadn’t decided yet. He hadn’t expected this group of Alphas to be unable to stay quiet for even a moment.

He thought for a moment, then held out his hand and said, “Put your hand out.”

The Alphas lined up and extended their broad palms.

Yuan Shiyuan lightly slapped each of their palms in turn.

The delicate sensation on their palms left the Alphas momentarily stunned.

“Let’s leave it at that for now.” Yuan Shiyuan kept his stern face but softened his tone half in jest, “This will teach you a lesson. Next time it won’t be this easy.”

Ying Mingche was still savoring the soft feeling he’d just felt and complained, “Bo Jin started it—he should get two slaps.”

Yuan Shiyuan looked at Bo Jin. “Did you start it?”

Bo Jin looked at Yuan Shiyuan’s hand and, without hesitation, “Yes.”

“Put your hand out.”

Bo Jin extended his hand and even leaned forward a step as if to make it easier for Yuan Shiyuan to hit him.

“Smack—”

Yuan Shiyuan tapped Bo Jin’s palm and saw Bo Jin’s Adam’s apple bob.

Ying Mingche saw the scene and snapped back as if waking from a dream. Wait—why was he letting Yuan Shiyuan reward Bo Jin?

He’d been slapped less—that’s unfair.

“No, you have to hit me more too.” Ying Mingche said. “Although Bo Jin started it, I was the first to swear. I’m rude and deserve the extra hit.”

Pei Yanbing, who’d been overlooked the whole time, interrupted, “What about me?”

Yuan Shiyuan was startled.

He’d almost forgotten the invisible presence of Pei Yanbing in the corner—he had indeed overlooked him.

But Pei Yanbing was the captain; it felt awkward to hit him, right?

Yuan Shiyuan thought for a moment, moved in front of Pei Yanbing and said, “We have to set rules. The team should live harmoniously. Even though you’re the captain, since you took part, you still need to be punished.”

“Put your hand out.”

Pei Yanbing extended his hand.

Yuan Shiyuan said quietly, “But I’ll hit you lightly—I’m harder on the others.”

“Hit them for real, fake-hit me.”

A soft finger brushed across the broad palm—indeed, he didn’t hit hard. The instant their skin met, Pei Yanbing’s skin hunger was instantly sated, and a contented pleasure spread through him.

“But…” Ying Mingxi said softly, “the captain didn’t take part. He was the one trying to stop it.”

“……”

“Ah?”

Yuan Shiyuan only then realized he had probably wronged someone.

“Captain, I—”

“It’s fine.”

Pei Yanbing said, “It didn’t hurt, you don’t need to apologize.”

“I understand too—you did it for the team.”

The team used to quarrel often, and fights were common. Pei Yanbing had thought about stopping them before, but he didn’t know how; he always stood aside awkwardly.

Though it looked like he was breaking up fights, to the other S-ranks his indifferent expression came off more like a provocation.

Yuan Shiyuan, framing it as a joke, had set “rules” for the team and established rewards and punishments. Though the punishment felt almost like a reward, Pei Yanbing thought, it would still be useful.

“However…”

“Are you having an allergic reaction?”

Pei Yanbing’s restrained gaze fell on Yuan Shiyuan’s collarbone. “Your skin is very red.”

Yuan Shiyuan froze.

He checked the mirror and found some redness on his skin, though he hadn’t felt uncomfortable or itchy.

He moved slightly and noticed the arm beneath his sleeve cuff had also developed a thin patch of redness.

Ying Mingxi: “Could it be rubbed by the bathrobe?”

Bo Jin grabbed Yuan Shiyuan’s shoulder, lifted the hem of the bathrobe and looked—there was a rubbed, reddened spot near the hem as well.

“Probably,” he said. “Used to be the wash tag, now even the bathrobe is rubbing.”

Yuan Shiyuan: “It’s not a big problem. I don’t feel itchy or uncomfortable—I’ll just wear it for now.”

Pei Yanbing: “When I came back, I brought a shirt you can use as sleepwear.”

Bo Jin suddenly looked at Pei Yanbing, and Jiang Heng and the others exchanged thoughtful looks.

Yuan Shiyuan was surprised: “You had money to buy a shirt?”

Hadn’t Pei Yanbing given his earnings to him? He even had secret savings to buy a shirt?

Pei Yanbing explained, “A waiter brushed my clothes with a drink; they compensated me with a shirt.”

Ying Mingche raised an eyebrow: “So that’s it. I thought the captain cared for our youngest and had set aside money for a surprise gift. The captain’s been lucky—first finding a high-paying job and suddenly earning over thirty thousand star coins, and now the restaurant gives him a shirt… I’m really curious, how do all the good things keep happening to you?”

Pei Yanbing’s expression stayed calm; he said nothing.

Yuan Shiyuan looked at the white shirt—the fabric was indeed better than the bathrobe.

“You’re really giving it to me?” he asked. “Using it as sleepwear—wouldn’t that be a waste?”

“It won’t be.” Pei Yanbing reminded him, “But there are no pants.”

If Yuan Shiyuan wore this white shirt, it would effectively mean no sleep pants…

Bo Jin instinctively glanced at the long, fair legs beneath the bathrobe’s hem.

“Sleep pants aren’t a big issue.” Yuan Shiyuan measured the shirt’s length with his hand. “Is this your size? It’s huge.”

On him, it would probably cover half his thighs. At that length it was practically a dress—having or not having sleep pants would make little difference.

Ying Mingxi said, “Do you want to change out of your sleepwear then? Shiyuan, you should go into the restroom and change first. I’ll wait outside.”

Yuan Shiyuan immediately hugged the shirt, “I’ll be quick, and I won’t forget to put my pheromones inside.”

Every time an Alpha came out of the shower, Yuan Shiyuan would go in afterwards. He was like a diligent little bee, continuously releasing pheromones into the shower.

Strangely, though they were all S-rank Alphas, his pheromones seemed stronger and contained deeper power. He could effortlessly cover the scent left by another Alpha, leaving the shower smelling only of him.

“Brother Mingxi, I’m done.” Yuan Shiyuan pushed open the shower’s glass door and poked half his body out. “You can come in now.”

Ying Mingxi paused. Through the steam-filled shower, Yuan Shiyuan wore only the white shirt; the fabric at his shoulders was damp with droplets, clinging to his skin and revealing a hint of flesh.

He stepped in.

“Is this concentration enough?” Under the bathroom’s warm yellow light, Yuan Shiyuan tilted his face up and asked.

“It’s fine.” Ying Mingxi reached out and adjusted Yuan Shiyuan’s collar, smoothing the little wrinkles, then lightly patted the hem of the shirt. “It’s a bit crooked.”

“Thank you, Shiyuan.”

Indeed, Ying Mingxi was the team’s rare, normal person.

He was the most polite, easy to talk to and interact with, and very attentive. Yuan Shiyuan had always had a very good impression of Ying Mingxi.

“Will the shirt chafe?” Bo Jin walked over, instinctively glancing at the legs revealed beneath the shirt hem—slender and pale, the knees tinged with a faint pink.

Yuan Shiyuan: “It doesn’t chafe. It’s comfortable.”

“Is Ying Mingche next to shower?” Bo Jin glanced at the countdown; the time was enough.

Ying Mingche scooped Yuan Shiyuan onto the sofa as he came up to him, burying his face in Yuan Shiyuan’s hair without looking back. “It’s okay, you go first.”

He suddenly didn’t want to shower anymore—he just wanted to hold Yuan Shiyuan and inhale him. He magnanimously conceded, “Princess Yuanyuan was right. We’re all a team. Since we’re teammates, a family, it’s no big deal for me to let you go first.”

“Even though you’re last in earnings, with the weakest earning ability, it’s okay. I’ll let you shower first.”

Bo Jin’s smile was all teeth: “You’re second from the bottom and you’re not that much better than me.”

Ying Mingche didn’t hear the rest; he nuzzled Yuan Shiyuan’s pink hair, sounding pitiful: “I’ve been especially good today.”

“I even let my brother go shower first,” he said. “Normally I’d be first.”

Yuan Shiyuan lazily leaned back on the sofa, chin tilting toward the fruit platter beside him. Ying Mingche immediately understood, brought the platter, and fed him fruit.

Only then did Yuan Shiyuan pat Ying Mingche’s face and say, “Good boy.”

Ying Mingche took it a step further, pressing his cheek against Yuan Shiyuan’s hand as he nuzzled. He didn’t notice at all that the water in the restroom seemed to be running much harder than before.

Yuan Shiyuan ate a few grapes and puzzled, “Why hasn’t the delivery come yet? Does takeout usually take this long?”

Bo Jin said, “We ordered from places that cook to order. It’s dinner time now, they’re probably busy, so it’ll be slower.”

How much longer would they have to wait?

Yuan Shiyuan was starving.

With the main course not yet delivered, he could only tilt his head and eat the fruit Ying Mingche fed him. But he ate too much, and a sudden sour, bloated ache rose in his lower abdomen.

It came on fiercely and unexpectedly. He shoved Ying Mingche’s face away and stood up.

“Wait, I need the restroom…” Yuan Shiyuan sounded anxious. “Brother Mingxi, are you finished?”

From inside the restroom came Ying Mingxi’s gentle voice: “Almost done.”

Yuan Shiyuan exhaled in relief—luckily Ying Mingxi was nearly finished. The shower and the toilet were separated only by a sheet of transparent glass. If Yuan Shiyuan dashed in to use the toilet now, the two of them would be nearly naked together; that would be too embarrassing.

He got up and paced, his face stricken with barely contained pain, brows tightly knit as he lightly bit his lower lip. The long legs beneath the white shirt were clamped tightly together; clearly holding it in, his knees rubbed slightly and trembled.

This sight inexplicably made it impossible for the Alphas to look away.

Bo Jin stepped closer, put a hand on Yuan Shiyuan’s side at the waist, and bent his head curiously. “Is it that bad?”

Yuan Shiyuan felt his need to pee surge when his waist was touched. He inhaled sharply and shot Bo Jin a reddened-eyed glare.

“Don’t touch me!” He clamped his legs tighter. “If you touch me, I’ll pee…”

“Then stay away from me if you don’t want me peeing on you. And don’t touch me.”

Yuan Shiyuan had meant to warn the Alphas that the situation was urgent.

But when the Alphas heard that, their expressions froze for a moment and then a faint excitement rippled across them.

They cast furtive glances at Yuan Shiyuan’s belly.

Jiang Heng: “Is it really that urgent?”

“Very!” Yuan Shiyuan regretted having eaten so much fruit; he could no longer hold it.

Ying Mingche was even worse—he stepped directly in front of Yuan Shiyuan, crouched down, his eyes glittering with excitement.

He looked up from below at Yuan Shiyuan, first seeing the long, proportionate legs that were tightly pressed together and trembling, then the face that looked like it was in some pain.

“It’s okay, you can pee right here.” Ying Mingche tilted his head and raised an eyebrow.

“How can you say that?!”

“What’s wrong with it? Or I can carry you out to the balcony and let you pee straight into the sea.”

“No! I need to go to the restroom…” Yuan Shiyuan was about to move when someone grabbed his ankle.

Ying Mingche raised his arm and pressed on Yuan Shiyuan’s lower abdomen.

Yuan Shiyuan’s eyes suddenly flew wide. He kicked out, striking Ying Mingche in the chest and sending him flying two meters back. At that moment, Ying Mingxi—who was pushing open the restroom door—stifled a grunt, his fingers on the doorknob trembling unnaturally.

Yuan Shiyuan dashed into the restroom, not even closing the door properly, quickly pulled down his pants, sat, and began to relieve his soul.

Ying Mingxi stood with his back to Yuan Shiyuan, frozen. After perhaps two or three seconds, he came to his senses and politely shut the restroom door.

He looked calm, as if nothing had happened, and said, “Next is Bo Jin to shower, right?”

Bo Jin, hearing the noises from inside the restroom, was a little distracted. Only when his name was called did he snap back.

“Mm.” He said, “I’m next.”

Bo Jin knocked on the restroom door.

His tone was a bit awkward: “When you come out, remember to release pheromones.”

Yuan Shiyuan felt entirely relieved; his voice was lazy: “No problem. You want how much? I’ll give you as much as you want.”

After Yuan Shiyuan released pheromones and washed his hands, he came out and gave Ying Mingche a punch.

The punch was light and actually had little force. But Ying Mingche played along, falling to the ground and begging: “I was wrong, I was wrong… I shouldn’t have pressed your belly.”

Yuan Shiyuan gritted his teeth: “Do you know I almost peed just now?”

“If you peed, you’d pee. Big deal.” Ying Mingche lifted the corner of his brow. “I wouldn’t mind you.”

Yuan Shiyuan was speechless: “Do you realize that angle was dangerous? If I really had lost control, I’d have sprayed your face.”

Ying Mingche froze—only then did he recall their earlier positions.

He had been squatting right in front of Yuan Shiyuan… Yuan Shiyuan’s words were indeed true.

Ying Mingche’s Adam’s apple bobbed.

Jiang Heng crossed his arms and sneered, “If he really had lost it, I bet he’d have been eager to open his mouth and catch it.”

Bo Jin remembered Yuan Shiyuan’s earlier pained, discomforted expression.

He pictured the scene focused on Yuan Shiyuan’s legs and said, “Ying Mingche, you’re really perverted.”

“Stop talking nonsense and go shower, okay? I don’t want to run out of time when it’s my turn.” Ying Mingche grinned at Yuan Shiyuan again. “I’m the last to shower, so you’d better release plenty of pheromones.”

“Or you can just watch me shower from beside me? Don’t worry, I won’t get you wet.”

Yuan Shiyuan flatly refused, then tilted his head and asked, “It’s almost been an hour and the food still hasn’t arrived? Can someone call and hurry them up?”

Pei Yanbing: “Wait a moment.”

Pei Yanbing made the call; the restaurant said the delivery courier was on the way.

Bo Jin finished his shower as well: “I’m done. I’ll put some clothes on and come out.”

Yuan Shiyuan moved ahead to the restroom door, preparing to release pheromones.

At that moment, someone knocked on the door—must be the delivery courier.

Yuan Shiyuan was closest to the door, so he went to open it, and Bo Jin just happened to be coming out of the restroom. The instant the door opened, a dense crowd surged forward; dozens of cameras flashed red, all lenses pointed into the room.

Right in front of the cameras stood the Scepter boy group’s S-rank Alphas, all half-dressed. Pei Yanbing held the clothes Yuan Shiyuan had taken off. Ying Mingxi was unbuckling his belt. Bo Jin had a towel draped around his neck. Jiang Heng was in the middle of taking off his shirt…

Yuan Shiyuan, who had come to open the door, was wearing only an oversized white shirt, the hem crooked over the middle of his thigh. His face was flushed; his long legs were perfectly proportioned, and beneath slightly messy pink hair sat a striking, aggressive, beautiful face.

Time seemed to freeze.

Every Alpha in the room halted mid-motion as they looked toward the door. The camera crew stood stunned; the livestream danmaku froze; everyone went silent.

Then the most dramatic moment happened.

Ying Mingche, who had no idea what was happening, lazily wrapped his arms around Yuan Shiyuan from behind and rested his chin on Yuan Shiyuan’s shoulder: “Isn’t it my turn now?”

“……”

“!!”

Three seconds after the livestream went black, the chat completely erupted!

Author’s Note:

Here it comes, here it comes!