Pretending to Be an Alpha in an All-Alpha Boy Band - Chapter 48
Chapter 48 Grabbing the Phone
Yuan Shiyuan signed his name in the corner of the contract, which meant he was officially Silence’s global ambassador.
A huge weight fell from Pierre’s chest. He leapt up in joy and opened his arms to hug Yuan Shiyuan.
“This is great!” His voice brimmed with uncontrollable excitement; his prominent nose brushed against Yuan’s soft pink hair and, almost without thinking, he took a subtle sniff.
Yuan Shiyuan hugged him back. “It’s an honor to work with Silence.”
When they separated, Pierre felt as if Yuan’s warmth still clung to him, and even smelled of him.
Pierre, very discreetly, sniffed himself and quickly realized it wasn’t his imagination—he truly carried Yuan Shiyuan’s scent.
“Are you free this afternoon?” Pierre asked gently. “We can shoot the endorsement ad first. The mall’s mega screen and the offline counters are already arranged; once we finish shooting you can change into—”
“I know it’s sudden, but I really can’t wait.”
“I’m available.” Yuan smiled. “See you this afternoon, Mr. Pierre.”
Yuan Shiyuan and Zhuang He saw Pierre onto the car. Back at the office entrance, Yuan spotted a familiar Omega.
The Omega’s face flushed instantly when he saw Yuan. He hurried forward in small steps and looked up to call, “Brother Shiyuan.”
“Thank you again for last time. I suddenly went into heat—if you hadn’t helped me, the consequences would’ve been terrible.” He bowed his head in shame. “I’m sorry I did something bad to you then.”
Zhuang He paused. “What? Something bad?”
He asked warily, “What did you do to our Shiyuan?”
The Omega’s face reddened further; he stammered, embarrassed to say it.
His manager jumped in to smooth things over: “Anyway, we’re really grateful to Shiyuan. You’re both S-rank, so under normal circumstances your compatibility would be high. He was in a bad heat—his pheromone release was very strong—but Shiyuan held back his urge to mark him… we’re really thankful!”
“That’s what I should have done.” Yuan Shiyuan asked softly, “Are you feeling better?”
“A lot better.” The Omega nodded and asked cautiously, “And you? You went to the hospital earlier…”
“I’m okay too, I guess.” Yuan smiled. He thought to himself: it was just a secondary differentiation; you became the same sex as him.
“You don’t need to hold it in your heart, and you don’t have to thank me specially. Any other Alpha would have done the same.” Yuan gave a comforting smile. “I just did what I ought to do.”
The Omega stared at Yuan, stunned.
He had been in the entertainment industry for years and had seen many Alphas loudly proclaim “respect for Os” on the surface but behave very differently in private.
That day he’d lost control from discomfort and even moved into the other’s arms voluntarily… but Yuan had still held back his urge to mark him and had been gentle from start to finish.
They knew Yuan had an afternoon engagement and hadn’t delayed him for long.
The Omega watched Yuan’s pink figure recede down the corridor and murmured, “He really is different from other Alphas.”
It felt as if his heart had been struck and knocked off balance. Only when that pink shape vanished at the end of the hallway did regret begin to set in.
I should’ve said a few more words to Brother Shiyuan just now.
At the corridor corner, Yuan stopped and said, “Brother Zhuang, I’ll head back to the dorm to top up my pheromone extract.”
“There will be a lot of people and chaos at the shoot; topping up beforehand is a good idea,” Zhuang He agreed. “You’re thinking ahead as always.”
Yuan was very careful: in crowded places he always made a point of regularly replenishing his pheromone extract. Shooting an endorsement in the afternoon would mean frequent outfit changes and taking off pants, and the glands would be constantly rubbed.
That would have been bad enough. But if anyone caught the omega pheromones on his glands, it would be far worse.
On his way back to the dorm, Yuan Shiyuan messaged Bo Jin: Are you at the dorm? I’m coming back now.
Bo Jin: Here.
Bo Jin: Perfect timing, I brought some supplements for you.
Supplements? Does he look weak?
Yuan Shiyuan: Oh, no need.
Bo Jin: Then shall we go?
Yuan Shiyuan: ?
Bo Jin: I’ll take you to buy clothes. Maybe catch a movie and grab a bite.
Yuan pushed open the dorm door and leaned against the wall, tall frame half propped, one hand hooked over his phone, the other supporting his elbow as if amused: “Do you think we’re on a date?”
Bo Jin’s face froze, some word making his heart race: “What did you say?”
A date?
“Wasn’t it you who said it? Go watch a movie and eat.” Yuan Shiyuan shut the door tight. “It’s still daytime—you’re already getting into character?”
“That’s extreme.”
Bo Jin: “……”
So Yuan had been referring to the audition rehearsal.
“Not getting into character.” Bo Jin stood, took a paper bag from a drawer. “These supplements are oral.”
He hesitated with his finger, glanced at Yuan awkwardly as if choosing his words. After a long moment he said, “I asked the lab experts. They said a lack of same-sex pheromones suggests kidney damage. I had them prepare some supplements—remember to take them.”
So that’s what those supplements were.
Yuan Shiyuan, incredulous: “You think my kidneys are damaged and my sexual function affected, so you want me to take supplements?”
“Sort of.” Bo Jin had done his homework. “Alphas induced into heat who hold it in too long can indeed suffer blurred consciousness, fainting, marking dysfunction, and other impairments.”
Yuan’s own episodes—blacking out, fainting—matched those symptoms.
“That’s not the case.” Yuan didn’t know how to explain. “My functions are fine.”
He half-laughed, half-exasperated. No wonder when he first walked into the office, the other members had been looking at him oddly, hesitating as if afraid to bruise his pride.
Turns out they all suspected he had gastric issues or muscle weakness.
“My marking function is perfectly fine.” Yuan Shiyuan plopped down boldly beside Bo Jin’s bed. “If you’re worried, you can check.”
Check? How would he check?
Bo Jin glanced at his slight frame. “Forget it.”
The expected answer.
Bo Jin really was the most reliable Alpha—he wouldn’t even get physically close to another man. With Bo Jin around, Yuan Shiyuan didn’t have to worry about Egyptian lawn-mowing at all.
“Never mind, leave the supplements on my desk. I’ll take them when I have time. Thanks for worrying about my sexual function.”
Yuan unzipped his backpack and took out a vial of pheromone extract. As luck would have it, this one had been extracted from Bo Jin.
As he moved, he bent slightly, his shirt riding up a bit to reveal a strip of pale, narrow waist.
Below that was a pair of long, straight legs. Even though they were currently wrapped tight in loose pants, Bo Jin could reconstruct them perfectly from memory and imagination.
He faintly withdrew his gaze and, as if casually, asked, “You’re filming the endorsement this afternoon?”
“Yes.”
“I’m coming with you.”
“Okay.”
Don’t just Bo Jin—better yet, let all the group’s S-ranks go with him.
That way, if Yuan wanted to smell pheromones, he could at least sample different ones.
“I’m going to use the restroom.” Yuan took out the pheromone extract and a cotton swab and headed for the restroom. To be safe, he turned on the fresh air system before taking off his pants.
Yuan Shiyuan leaned half against the wall, carefully lifting his right foot. He dabbed the cotton swab into the damp pheromone extract and applied it to his gland.
The swab was coarse, but the gland itself was unusually delicate and soft. The coolness of the extract mixed with the cotton’s friction as he rubbed it back and forth sent prickling, electric currents through him, and Yuan Shiyuan soon found it hard to stay standing.
“Ha—ah…”
He couldn’t help a soft hum and temporarily gave up applying the extract, pressing his back to the wall to catch his breath. His calves trembled slightly; sweat and the extract ran down the insides of his legs, forming a winding wet streak and splashing into tiny droplets on the tile floor.
At that moment, Yuan Shiyuan suddenly looked ahead toward the mirror.
The glass clearly reflected his current appearance. He was standing on one foot in the corner, the other leg raised high; his flexibility was such that the mirror even showed the position of his gland.
Pink strands of hair clung messy to his flushed cheeks; his face and collarbones glowed a tempting pink, and even the area behind his ears had taken on a vivid rose tint.
Yuan Shiyuan himself was startled.
This expression of his… why does it look so strange?
The fresh air system hummed loudly enough to mask most sounds.
Outside the dorm, Bo Jin had no idea what was happening in the restroom.
He suddenly remembered that his and Yuan Shiyuan’s CP was the least popular—ranked at the bottom and even belittled by Jiang Heng as a fetish.
A faint, almost imperceptible fragrance drifted through the air, making Bo Jin increasingly uneasy. He simply picked up his phone and searched the CP forum for him and Yuan, trying to see what was wrong.
He wanted to find out where things had gone off the rails.
Their CP forum had a fair number of members, but compared to other pairings it was underwhelming; daily activity was the lowest. Few people posted content there, and fanfics and fanworks were pitifully scarce.
Bo Jin created a secondary account and went down the homepage, liking a row of posts.
Before long, someone messaged him privately.
Fan: “Please, Little Beauty ○ favor Brother Huo: holy shit I finally found someone who ships this too! Want to follow each other? We can share any good content we find!”
Were the fans this enthusiastic?
Bo Jin didn’t know how to reply—he wasn’t good at chatting—but he didn’t want to discourage the fan’s enthusiasm, so he replied: “Okay.”
When Bo Jin followed the fan back, he saw the fan’s reposts on their profile: all their fanfics, edits, and derivative works.
He silently liked them, but it still felt insufficient, so he tipped the fan on every post.
He didn’t mean anything by it—he simply thought the fan had good taste.
Fan: “Why are you tipping me so much? Since you’re so generous, I’ll show you my secret stash hehe.”
Fan: “I wrote a small teacher ○ and school bully Huo story and didn’t get around to posting it. Remember to mirror-flip the image, you know how it goes! [shy][equipment room play][rooftop play][office play][classroom desk play]”
Bo Jin cut to the backend, then returned to the chat page and received several long images from the fan.
What… mirror-flip images?
Bo Jin wasn’t particularly curious by nature, but, driven by some impulse, he followed the fan’s instruction and flipped one of the images.
He casually opened an image, and the blunt words that appeared hit him like a branding iron, searing into his vision and making his pupils constrict.
[During the day, the little teacher who scolded the school bully harshly in the office is taken by the bully at night to the equipment room to be taught a lesson. When the little teacher tries to run, the bully grabs his waist, forcing him to sit into his arms with one strong breath—but instead scares the little teacher into a flood of tears, soaking a large patch of the dark green gym mat…]
“……”
“!!”
A male dog’s pelvis shadows…
The pretty little face full of tears, eyes rolling, fainted…
The belly bulging into a frightening little mound…
What on earth is all this?!
These words were a hundred times more explicit than the fanfic he’d stumbled on that time of Yuan Shiyuan’s, and they hit him even harder. Maybe it was because the protagonists were him and Yuan Shiyuan—their names unnervingly drew him in.
He stared at the plot as it unfolded, as if he were actually there; his pheromones surged uncontrollably.
Bo Jin’s Adam’s apple bobbed. He glanced toward the restroom, then lowered his eyes and kept reading.
By the time he reached the last image, he was a little dazed, as if a door to a new world had been flung open.
How did he…
How did he make Yuan Shiyuan take on his shape?
By the time Bo Jin realized what he’d read, it was already too late. Feeling like he was holding a hot charcoal, he suddenly flung his phone aside.
His Adam’s apple rolled violently; though he wasn’t having an episode, his pheromones ravaged him like a lunatic.
“Is your pheromone acting up again?”
Yuan Shiyuan had finished dressing, let the fresh air system run for a moment to make sure he didn’t smell of anything, then stepped out of the restroom.
As soon as he came out, he saw Bo Jin breathing unevenly.
Bo Jin’s whole body was tense; hearing Yuan Shiyuan’s voice, he turned slowly. Yuan idly brushed back his damp hair, not noticing his loose collar slipping down and revealing the smooth line of his collarbone.
His face was faintly flushed; pink, soft hair stuck wetly to his temples; the corners of his eyes were reddened and glistening with tears…
It matched the ending of that fanfic almost perfectly.
“Are you okay? Do you feel unwell?”
Yuan Shiyuan stepped up to Bo Jin and noticed his expression was odd. Blue veins rose on the Alpha’s hand along his neck; a flash in his eyes passed like a wolf entering hunting mode.
“No.” Bo Jin turned his face away; as he avoided Yuan Shiyuan’s gaze, his Adam’s apple bobbed again.
At that moment, both their gazes dropped to the phone by the bed. From Yuan Shiyuan’s distance he could only make out the dense small text at the top; what it said exactly, he couldn’t tell.
Bo Jin, suddenly guilty as a thief, immediately covered the screen with his large palm.
The unusual behavior made Yuan Shiyuan curiously raise an eyebrow. He pretended to be serious and said, “What are you blocking? Is there something you can’t show me?”
“Protecting your bro?”
He said that as he reached to snatch Bo Jin’s phone.