Pretending to Be an Alpha in an All-Alpha Boy Band - Chapter 49
Chapter 49 Changing Room
The phone screen was still on!
Bo Jin’s pupils shrank. Seeing Yuan Shiyuan about to reach the phone, in a panic he flipped over and pinned him to the bed.
To his surprise, Yuan Shiyuan twisted his waist with agility and slipped out from under his armpit. Pink strands of hair brushed the tips of Bo Jin’s hair; for a stunned moment, Yuan Shiyuan hooked an elbow and poked at his lower abdomen.
Bo Jin made a muffled sound. By the time he reacted, Yuan Shiyuan had already taken control, straddling his waist.
The positions had completely reversed.
Yuan Shiyuan propped his hands on the Alpha’s chest, breathing hard. The loose collar slid lower with the movement, revealing a broad swath of pale skin.
As the collar naturally sagged with gravity, Bo Jin only had to lift his head to take in the view from top to bottom through the open neckline.
Bo Jin’s breathing tightened.
The scene overlapped with his memory, yet the feeling in that moment was different. He heard Yuan Shiyuan breathing at his ear, smelled his scent, and even the sight before him turned ambiguous.
Only the left side showed something odd — an area that had been flat in his memory now had a slight curve.
“You…” Bo Jin lifted the hem of Yuan Shiyuan’s shirt, eyes fixed on the left side. “Why is it swollen?”
The flushed red color formed a stark contrast with the pale pink on the right.
Normal Alpha skin doesn’t just flush like that. Right now the skin looked unusually red and swollen; if the fabric were any thinner, the imprint would probably show clearly.
How could Yuan Shiyuan tell the truth? He couldn’t very well say it was from his brother… eating him.
He blurted a quick excuse: “Oh, it’s a mosquito bite.”
“Do you think I’m stupid?”
Fine. Bo Jin wasn’t that easy to fool. Sometimes this big A is really perceptive.
Yuan Shiyuan switched reasons: “Maybe your clothes rubbed it?”
“Clothes only rub on one side?” Bo Jin still didn’t buy it.
“I’m more sensitive, it’s hard to explain. You remember last time the laundry tag rubbed me raw.” Yuan Shiyuan bit his lip and generously opened up his shirt for inspection. “If you don’t believe me, check.”
He’d said it offhand, trying to bluff his way out, but Bo Jin really did raise his hand and cover it to check.
His thumb and forefinger pinched gently and measured. Yuan Shiyuan’s skin was pale; any hint of color would show clearly. The light pink flesh there reddened instantly but didn’t swell up like the left side.
The casually indifferent expression changed in an instant. Yuan Shiyuan’s shock exploded across his face, then he seemed a little dazed and immediately loosened his mouth.
The garment, stained with darker marks, slipped down to cover Bo Jin’s large hand. Taking advantage of Bo Jin’s momentary distraction and lowered guard, Yuan Shiyuan quickly turned to snatch the phone beside them.
Bo Jin’s fingers tightened sharply; the poor fingertips were nearly crushed between his hand.
Yuan Shiyuan, ticklish by nature, couldn’t help a breathy sound and instinctively arched his chest up. Triumphant, he held the phone high: “Let me see what exactly you’re reading…”
His voice cut off abruptly.
Yuan Shiyuan’s pupils dilated.
The lock screen hit him like a blow!
It was fanfiction of him and Bo Jin!
Bo Jin froze, completely still.
He waited silently for judgment.
Yuan Shiyuan scanned the page quickly, becoming more and more astonished. Halfway through an image, he looked up and took a deep breath.
He needed to calm himself.
“You’re reading fanfiction about us?”
After a moment’s silence, Yuan Shiyuan couldn’t help asking. He found it novel, then looked down again. “It’s more intense than last time.”
“We’re even doing roleplay? Or what?”
“I’m the teacher, you’re the naughty student?”
“You’d never guess—you actually like this kind of thing,” Yuan Shiyuan teased, a smug, slightly gloating tone. He still remembered when Bo Jin had been caught reading fanfiction before.
Bo Jin’s ears burned, but he kept up a defiant tone. “I’m studying.”
“Studying?”
“Isn’t there training before auditions? I read some of our fanfiction in advance to get a feel for it.”
Yuan Shiyuan raised an eyebrow in surprise. “Does it have to be this dirty?”
Maybe Yuan Shiyuan’s expression was too blunt, a little gleeful and mildly scornful. Bo Jin tried to redeem himself: “Aim high and you might land in the middle; aim for middle and you might land low. If you’re going to do it, do it properly. As long as I can get used to the scale of sex scenes, the other intimate scenes won’t be a problem.”
What Bo Jin said made a certain kind of sense. Mastering sex scenes would make playing other intimate scenes easy—like a veteran returning to the newbie area and dominating.
“Alright.” Yuan Shiyuan sounded half convinced and didn’t call him out. “You’re really competitive. Mingxi said we’ll get into character tonight, but you’re sneaking practice during the day.”
“Perfect timing, then. Let’s practice together.”
The unexpected turn left Bo Jin stunned. “Start now?”
“What else?” Yuan Shiyuan said matter-of-factly. “The script, lines, and actions are all here—would be a shame not to use them.”
“We’re already here anyway.”
Bo Jin’s pupils widened slightly, hardly daring to believe his luck.
At that moment, the lucky break was straddling his waist. As Yuan Shiyuan lowered his head to read the words on the phone, pale pink hair brushed Bo Jin’s Adam’s apple now and then.
Yuan Shiyuan rarely read these. As the scene deepened, his ears flushed faintly, but he kept reading seriously.
He thought some parts were overly blunt and exaggerated, but had to admit that exaggeration created a strong visual impact.
“So shall we start now?” Yuan Shiyuan, having a rough idea of the plot, sounded a little nervous and unconsciously tugged at Bo Jin’s shirt hem with his fingers. “Should we start with the lines?”
“We’ll save the actions for later.”
“Forget the classroom and desk part—I don’t want to lie on the desk. Just treat your bed like the gym mat in the equipment room.”
“……”
Yuan Shiyuan was actually paying this much attention, remembering even the different settings clearly.
For some reason Bo Jin suddenly felt very hot. He said in a hoarse voice, “I don’t mind.”
Even the most resilient straight man can’t resist the impact of an A-type’s pheromones. Yuan Shiyuan had built himself up mentally and then said, “Let’s go!”
“Ah, I can’t.”
“Here we go—!”
“……”
Bo Jin looked unusually nervous, but when Yuan Shiyuan delivered his lines so calmly, he couldn’t help twitching at the corner of his mouth.
“Why aren’t you saying anything? It’s your turn.” Yuan Shiyuan complained.
Bo Jin’s expression said it all.
Yuan Shiyuan probably didn’t realize it, but his earlier demeanor made him look like an honest guy pushed by life to take a daring, borderline move.
“You’re like this…” Bo Jin didn’t want to discourage Yuan Shiyuan’s enthusiasm. After a moment he said, “Too flat—no feeling.”
“Really?” Yuan Shiyuan didn’t deny it; instead he humbly asked, “Then teach me? You’ve read more chapters—you probably know the details better.”
“Insight matters too.”
“……”
What insight could he possibly have?
Bo Jin’s head had been torn between shock and excitement, reconstructing the scenes and inserting himself into them. If he had to name any insight, it was that he regretted not discovering this sooner.
Watching Yuan Shiyuan’s unabashed eagerness to learn, Bo Jin thought for a moment and said, “Move closer.”
“Hm?”
“The original description says we’re very close, not like this.”
Yuan Shiyuan glanced at the distance between them, obediently nodded, and when Bo Jin sat up against the headboard, he leaned into Bo Jin’s arms accordingly.
Because of their difference in build and height, he could almost be completely enveloped in Bo Jin’s embrace; their breaths intertwined, carrying a faint scent.
They were roommates and sometimes touched elbows or draped shoulders over each other, but this kind of full lean—was still a bit much for Yuan Shiyuan.
The S-rank alpha’s pheromones wrapped around him completely, carrying an aggressive insistence he couldn’t refuse. He tried to pull back, but a large hand clamped tightly at his lower back and pressed him back in.
Yuan Shiyuan forced himself to relax. “What do I do next?”
“Hold my waist.” Bo Jin had one arm around him while the other thumb scrolled the phone screen. “It’s written very clearly here—you can’t sit still later; you end up pinned on me.”
“…Wait.”
That strange prickling on his scalp returned. Yuan Shiyuan took a long breath, built up his courage, then wrapped his arms around Bo Jin. “Okay, continue.”
It was harder than he’d imagined.
Seeing his nervousness, Bo Jin soothed him: “The plot doesn’t matter. What matters is the atmosphere. The key is finding that ambiguous, tugging tension.”
Yuan Shiyuan nodded in agreement, then, puzzled, asked him, “How do we find that feeling?”
“Just get used to it.”
“Anyway we’re roommates—practicing bed scenes is convenient. Practice a bit before bed every night; over time, you’ll get the feel.”
Yuan Shiyuan curled into Bo Jin’s arms, trying to find the feeling.
When he felt awkward, Bo Jin could clearly smell his scent and couldn’t help tightening his hold to hug him closer. Then, restraining himself yet greedily, he inhaled the scent from his hair.
“Why are you covered in my pheromones?”
Yuan Shiyuan answered honestly, “I just used pheromone extract—it was taken from you.”
Bo Jin’s breath hitched and his eyes darkened a little. “Right now, you smell entirely like me.”
Yuan Shiyuan thought Bo Jin disliked it and said casually, “It’ll wear off soon.”
Bo Jin said nothing.
“This position isn’t giving me the right feeling.” Yuan Shiyuan lay still for a moment but still felt off.
“Then switch.”
He stayed leaned against Bo Jin’s chest and scrolled the screen down.
“Try this one; it’ll feel more intimate.” His finger paused on a particular image. He didn’t forget to remind him, “Sit properly—don’t move.”
Bo Jin kept sitting against the headboard while Yuan Shiyuan knelt with knees apart and sat on his lap.
The position was obvious—no one could miss it.
Top position, also called the navel-orange position.
Yuan Shiyuan finally relaxed a bit; being in the dominant spot let him ease up. But summer clothes were thin, and their body heat flowed through the fabric, impossible to block the warmth.
Pigudrum’s sense of crisis was especially acute.
It felt like with one careless move, Bo Jin could come and go as he pleased.
Yuan Shiyuan tried to distract himself and urged, “I’m the one reading—hurry up and say your lines.”
The face under his pink hair flushed deeper with shame and embarrassment; the corners of his eyes looked watery.
Compared to Yuan Shiyuan’s embarrassment, Bo Jin seemed to have found the feeling.
Warm breath and words fell at his ear. He whispered in Yuan Shiyuan’s ear, “Do you know why I always cause trouble in class?”
“Because only that way… you’ll look at me more.”
“……”
Yuan Shiyuan hadn’t expected Bo Jin to get into character so quickly. He tried to recall the original lines and enunciated clearly, “Someone could come into the equipment room at any time.”
“Don’t come in…”
“Then you should be quieter, teacher.”
Bo Jin grabbed Yuan Shiyuan’s waist and, seeing his slightly dazed face, suddenly smiled.
That soft laugh made Yuan even more embarrassed. “I’ve never acted before.”
“I know.”
Bo Jin just thought it was cute that Yuan Shiyuan, despite feeling so ashamed, was still earnestly reciting his lines.
He suddenly understood the repeatedly uncontrollable “bad student” in the story.
“Practice more and it’ll be fine.” Bo Jin slid one hand into Yuan’s hair, cradling the back of his head, while his other hand steadied his waist. Occasionally he’d pinch the back of Yuan’s neck—every gesture like a lover in the throes of passion.
“Imagine you’re the character in the scene.”
“Okay, I’ll get into it.”
Yuan Shiyuan recalled the clips on the phone and pictured himself as the character about to be broken in. Fortunately, the author had described his expressions in detail, which helped him imitate as closely as possible.
He hooked his arms around Bo Jin’s neck and nudged Bo Jin’s jaw with his head. In a moist, pleading voice he began, “Brother…”
“Please use the straightforward, ‘Snake-into-the-nest’ tone.” (Note: “Snake” is a character name.)
As soon as the words left his mouth, Yuan Shiyuan’s fingers curled from embarrassment. Bo Jin suddenly tightened his arms and pressed him firmly into his chest.
The alpha’s heated, disordered breaths all fell on that pale nape.
“Mm…?”
Yuan couldn’t help a whimper; his mind flashed a red alert. Because he was held so tightly against Bo Jin, his gland was pressed right against Bo Jin’s waist and abdomen.
He could clearly feel the alpha’s muscles shifting, rubbing his gland through the thin layer of fabric.
Luckily, Bo Jin let go quickly; his movements were a bit hurried, though his expression remained composed.
Yuan Shiyuan coughed awkwardly. “Is it still a bit off?”
“Mm.” Bo Jin’s voice was somewhat hoarse. “Don’t you feel anything?”
“Feel what?” Yuan paused. “An embarrassed feeling?”
Bo Jin didn’t answer; instead he asked, “You’re going to film the endorsement, right?”
Yuan nodded. “Brother Zhuang hasn’t rushed us yet. We should have time to practice a bit more.”
“Stop practicing for now.” Bo Jin’s Adam’s apple bobbed again. He scooped Yuan up and set him on his bed, then quickly got off and headed for the restroom.
He didn’t let Yuan see clearly what he did. “I’m going to shower first, then I’ll go with you.”
“Okay.” Yuan didn’t stop him.
Only after the restroom door shut did Yuan finally relax completely and lie down on Bo Jin’s bed. He stared at the ceiling, replaying the details from earlier—the way he’d slipped into the role, and Bo Jin’s restrained, controlled expression as he left…
So he wasn’t the only one who felt awkward.
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The endorsement shoot was bustling with people.
Under the flash of the lights, Yuan Shiyuan wore a white, heavily embroidered haute couture piece with gold thread hand-stitched so it shimmered under the lamps. Every time he moved, it was as if starlight cascaded from him.
“Oh my God, so beautiful.” The onlookers kept exclaiming, and the styling team was overly enthusiastic. They whispered among themselves while their eyes remained fixed on that stunning face.
“I used to wonder why Pierre was in such a hurry,” someone murmured, “now I finally understand.”
Silence hadn’t been unwilling to work with Huaguo artists; they just hadn’t found anyone who matched the brand’s tone—until Yuan Shiyuan appeared.
No wonder the higher-ups had ordered Pierre to use every means to sign Yuan Shiyuan. They gushed, “If we can sign Yuan Shiyuan, Silence will profit so much it’s unreal!”
All the members of Scepter stood behind the monitors, eyes fixed on the scene. They already knew Yuan Shiyuan was dazzling, but seeing him live still made their pupils widen.
Hearing the praise for Yuan around them, they felt an inexplicable pride and a sly sense of pleasure.
“Shiyuan, lower your body a bit… yes!” Junyang: ⑹⑧寺叭笆⑸㈠㈤㈥
“Hold that pose, look toward the camera…”
The photographer’s voice trembled with excitement; the shutter kept clicking.
At this moment Yuan Shiyuan had changed into a backless haute couture outfit, his skin from nape to lower back fully exposed, paired with a haute couture body chain that traced the graceful lines of his shoulder blades and spine, the chain’s end lightly swaying at the small of his back.
He was lying propped on an artificial reef prop, long legs emerging between uneven lengths of fabric, crossed and arranged.
The body chain slipped naturally with gravity; his amber eyes stared straight into the lens, like a mermaid from the ocean depths—utterly beautiful.
In that instant, no one could tear their gaze away from him.
Pierre no longer knew how to put his feelings into words; the Silence designer looked at him as if lit from within, constantly sketching down inspirations in their notebook.
When this haute couture shoot finished, Yuan Shiyuan thanked the staff one by one: “Thank you for your hard work.”
He was very polite and moved carefully, worried about dirtying the delicate garments.
After discussing the next shots with the crew, he nodded and said, “Okay, I’ll go change now.”
“Your body chain is tricky to handle, let me help!” an assistant hurried over, afraid of missing the chance.
“No need to trouble anyone, I’ll change myself,” Yuan declined gently. Changing clothes was small matters—what mattered most was topping up his pheromone extract.
No sooner had he said that than a force yanked him into someone’s arms. A large hand clamped over his shoulder as Ying Mingche pressed close from behind, flashing the staff a possessive smile.
“Our Princess Yuanyuan, we’ll take care of her ourselves; don’t trouble you,” Ying said.
Ying Mingche half-lifted, half-held Yuan Shiyuan to one side, his gaze sliding from Yuan’s face to the exposed back.
“I never thought Silence’s haute couture looked that good,” he said, baffled. “How do you make it look so stunning?”
Yuan Shiyuan immediately glanced around and made a shushing gesture at him. Bo Jin warned in a low voice, “If the Silence people hear that, it could count against his impression score.”
Ying Mingche snapped his mouth shut, afraid his offhand remark would affect Silence’s perception of Yuan.
“Aren’t you supposed to be changing?” Jiang Heng’s eyes landed on the chain around Yuan and he said, “Let’s go.”
The chain’s metal clasps were interlocked; undoing them would be tricky. He probably couldn’t manage it alone—the best was if all five of them were there.
“Wait—” Yuan hurriedly freed himself from the Alpha’s grip, “I can change by myself, you don’t have to help.”
Luckily Zhuang He appeared just then and cleared the crowd: “Everyone step aside, I need to speak with Shiyuan, don’t delay the main work.”
Zhuang He wore a mock-serious expression as he led Yuan Shiyuan to an empty area, then couldn’t help lowering his voice: “I’ll tell you some good news first—your signing fee is going up!”
Yuan Shiyuan casually asked, “How much did it increase by?”
Zhuang He smiled mysteriously. He first held up one finger, then two, then three… the numbers shifted in his hand until they settled on “8.”
When the astonishing figure was revealed, Yuan Shiyuan’s pupils dilated. “Eight figures?!”
“So much?!”
“Is that a lot?”
Zhuang He laughed. His eyes flicked over to the intense gazes not far away. “This is only the beginning. Your value will only go up from here—get used to it early.”
As he walked toward the changing room, Yuan Shiyuan’s steps felt light and unreal.
He’d only just signed, and his signing fee had already increased!
By such an amount, too.
Because Yuan Shiyuan was so distracted, he didn’t notice the shadow lurking at the corner.
When he put his hand on the changing room door handle, someone grabbed him from behind.
“Got you.”
Ying Mingche smoothly scooped Yuan Shiyuan up in a classic princess carry, and once inside the changing room he thoughtfully locked the door.
“Our little Princess Yuanyuan is so pretty.” He spun him around half a turn, being childishly affectionate.
The tailored haute couture trousers hung at uneven lengths, tracing a soft arc in midair like a swirling skirt.
“Alright, I’m all sweaty—don’t you mind?” Yuan Shiyuan leaned lazily against the Alpha’s chest without struggling.
“Sweaty?”
Ying Mingche bent close; his nose nearly touched the side of Yuan’s neck. He couldn’t tell if Yuan was actually sweating—only that the glitter on Yuan’s skin shimmered in the light.
“You smell so good—who would mind?”
Yuan Shiyuan suddenly looked back as if remembering something. “Where’s Mingxi? I didn’t see him just now.”
“Did he come with you?”
“Who knows—maybe he went off to rescue some animals again.” Ying Mingche said nonchalantly, not sensing anything odd.
He lowered his head and fixed his gaze on Yuan Shiyuan. “Why aren’t you changing?”
“How can I change with you here?”
“We’re both Alphas—are you afraid I’ll peek?” Ying Mingche said expectantly. “If worse comes to worst, I’ll take my clothes off for you.”
“No one wants to see that.” Yuan Shiyuan pushed Ying Mingche’s face away. “I’m not used to anyone watching me get dressed. Go out.”
“Fine, I’ll go out—if you do one thing for me.”
Ying Mingche gently set Yuan Shiyuan down and took a step forward.
Yuan’s back of the knee pressed against the edge of the makeup table; his hands instinctively supported him on the tabletop. He tilted his head up to look at Ying Mingche, who was closing in with an innocent smile.
“Kiss me once,” Ying Mingche said. “Kiss me once and I’ll leave.”
Yuan Shiyuan froze, eyes full of disbelief. “Are you crazy?”
Ying Mingche objected, “Didn’t you say we should get a feel for it in advance? I’m feeling it right now.”
Whether it was Yuan Shiyuan’s startled, slightly frightened expression, the faint scent on him, or the fact that they were alone in the changing room in an almost illicit atmosphere…
It all made Ying Mingche feel very, very aroused.
Weren’t they supposed to act like normal teammates during the day and only start practicing at night?
Are all these Alphas taking shortcuts? They agree to start at night but secretly outdo each other.
Bo Jin sneaks to read fanfiction in the dorm; Ying Mingche sneaks in to demand a kiss while everyone’s distracted.
They’d have to practice sooner or later—what’s wrong with a quick kiss.
After thinking for a moment, Yuan Shiyuan hesitantly asked, “Where do I kiss you?”