Pretending to Be an Alpha in an All-Alpha Boy Band - Chapter 56
Chapter 56: Room Key
“Jiang Heng?”
Yuan Shiyuan was surprised to see Jiang Heng. He instinctively glanced at the earring in Jiang Heng’s ear, a hint of suspicion flickering in his heart, before slowly shifting his gaze to the life-sized plush toy standing nearby.
“Did you bring this?”
Jiang Heng didn’t answer immediately, his meaningful gaze settling on Pei Yanbing. After a few seconds, he replied, “The captain had it delivered.”
“The captain?” Yuan Shiyuan was even more surprised, turning to look at Pei Yanbing.
“You mentioned you like to hold something while you sleep,” Pei Yanbing said, “and that you seem to really like plush toys.”
“So I had this sent over.”
Yuan Shiyuan hadn’t realized that while they were practicing in the dance studio, Pei Yanbing had secretly placed the order when he wasn’t looking.
The plush toy was quite long, nearly as tall as Yuan Shiyuan himself, perfect for cuddling while sleeping.
In truth, Yuan Shiyuan didn’t care about the plush toy itself; what mattered was the person who sent it.
“Thank you, Captain,” he said, his eyes curving into a smile. “I’ll definitely hug it tight tonight while I sleep.”
Jiang Heng leaned against the wall, a faint, almost imperceptible smile curving his lips.
Pei Yanbing wasn’t one for small talk. After escorting Yuan Shiyuan back to his dormitory and confirming the plush toy had been delivered, he prepared to leave.
As he passed Jiang Heng, their gazes clashed in mid-air.
The Alpha’s scrutiny and hostility were barely concealed.
Pei Yanbing remained impassive, ignoring Jiang Heng’s almost provocative stare. Without a backward glance, he walked away.
Yuan Shiyuan unlocked his dormitory door, intending to carry the plush toy inside first. But Jiang Heng moved ahead of him, like a devoted servant, and lifted the box into the room for him.
Jiang Heng then retreated with measured precision, standing at the doorway like a statue.
Silent and motionless, he merely watched Yuan Shiyuan.
“Thank you for helping me carry the plush toy,” Yuan Shiyuan said, feeling inexplicably uneasy under the Alpha’s unwavering gaze. “Why are you here so late? Is there something you need?”
Jiang Heng continued to stare without speaking.
Yuan Shiyuan, increasingly puzzled, ventured, “Or are you looking for Bo Jin? He’s not here.”
“No, I came for you.”
“Have you been waiting for me this whole time? What a coincidence—I think I just saw someone who looked a lot like you earlier.”
Yuan Shiyuan carefully observed Jiang Heng’s reaction.
Jiang Heng knew Yuan Shiyuan was testing him, but he still replied, “I’ve been waiting for you.”
Well, then Yuan Shiyuan must have misread the situation.
Jiang Heng had been waiting at the dormitory entrance the whole time, so it was impossible for him to have been near the dance studio, which was quite a distance away.
Even if Jiang Heng had seen him kissing Pei Yanbing, it wouldn’t matter. At most, it would be awkward. But the thing Yuan Shiyuan needed to overcome most right now was precisely this occasional awkwardness.
“Then you’ve finally gotten what you’ve been waiting for,” Yuan Shiyuan said, stepping closer. His wet eyes gazed up at Jiang Heng. “Is there something important you need to tell me?”
His face and the corners of his eyes were flushed and damp, and his lips were vividly red, clearly having been roughly kissed, sucked, and licked.
These were all traces left by another Alpha.
Their gazes locked. Jiang Heng suddenly grabbed Yuan Shiyuan’s wrist and yanked him into the dormitory.
Click. The dormitory door slammed shut.
Yuan Shiyuan found himself pressed against the door, the back of his head and shoulders protected by Jiang Heng’s large hands. Before he could react, his gaze locked with Jiang Heng’s pitch-black pupils.
Only one lamp illuminated the room, making the Alpha’s earring glint with an especially piercing glare.
“What about you?”
“Where were you just now?”
“What were you doing with the captain again?”
Jiang Heng’s expression was dark and restrained, like a man who had suppressed his anger for too long before finally erupting with a barrage of questions.
The scene resembled a husband who had finally discovered his beautiful wife entangled with her lover, yet couldn’t bear to confront her directly, instead giving her a chance to confess.
If she would only confess everything, he would pretend nothing had happened.
Yuan Shiyuan had no idea of the fierce internal struggle Jiang Heng was waging. He only found this turn of events inexplicable, leaving him completely bewildered.
“I was practicing in the dance studio, and the captain gave me some pointers,” he replied, his tone puzzled. “What’s wrong?”
“…”
“Is that so.”
Jiang Heng lowered his straight lashes, making his already dark pupils seem even deeper and more impenetrable. He lifted a hand to cup Yuan Shiyuan’s face, his fingers icy against Yuan Shiyuan’s slightly flushed cheeks.
His thumb grazed lightly across the corner of Yuan Shiyuan’s swollen lips, pressing the tender flesh into a slight indentation that made the bite mark even more distinct.
Jiang Heng knew better than anyone who had left that mark.
Yuan Shiyuan’s lips, already swollen from the kiss, were especially sensitive. Ticklish, he instinctively tilted his head away.
Jiang Heng pressed closer, wedging his leg between Yuan Shiyuan’s. In doing so, his knee accidentally brushed against Yuan Shiyuan’s gland.
The sudden friction made Yuan Shiyuan gasp sharply, his hands gripping Jiang Heng’s shirt tightly at his chest.
When Yuan Shiyuan lifted his face, his moist lips parted slightly, glistening with a hint of moisture. A delicate blush tinted his cheeks and the corners of his eyes, a perfect display of startled vulnerability.
Jiang Heng froze, stunned.
He hadn’t expected such a strong reaction from Yuan Shiyuan. The sight of Yuan Shiyuan’s expression instantly brought back the image from the dance studio—Yuan Shiyuan being held in another Alpha’s arms, locked in a passionate kiss.
When Jiang Heng learned about the power outage, he had rushed to the dance studio. Because of their seated position, he couldn’t clearly see Pei Yanbing’s face, but he had a clear view of Yuan Shiyuan’s flushed, damp face.
And how that soft tongue had been coaxed out, licked, and sucked until it hung damp and trembling, seemingly unable to retract.
In the silent dance studio, Jiang Heng could only hear his own racing heartbeat and Yuan Shiyuan’s muffled, nasal-tinged breaths and soft moans.
Jiang Heng didn’t want to see so clearly, but as an S-rank alpha, his night vision was exceptional. He could even make out the saliva glistening at the corner of Yuan Shiyuan’s lips, let alone the flashlight illuminating their faces.
That meager light focused entirely on Yuan Shiyuan’s face.
Yuan Shiyuan’s mouth was shallow, easily filled by the alpha’s thick tongue, his cheeks almost distorting from the force of the kiss. At times, he seemed to want to pull away, but perhaps the kiss was truly pleasurable, and he gradually surrendered to it.
When he tried to tilt his head for air, the alpha swiftly pursued his lips, his coarse tongue sliding into the corner of his mouth, greedily hooking Yuan Shiyuan’s tongue to suck it out.
That flushed, beautiful face was turned directly toward the doorway, while the alpha’s build was similar to Jiang Heng’s…
It was as if he were the one kissing Yuan Shiyuan so passionately.
Jiang Heng’s emotions surged like a roller coaster, plummeting from initial shock and anger to bewilderment, helplessness, and finally self-loathing.
Jiang Heng, are you a pervert?
Why are you feeling anything at all while watching this?
A normal person wouldn’t lurk in a corner like a voyeur, imagine themselves in the scene, let alone feel aroused by it.
Reason told him to leave immediately, but his gaze remained fixed, afraid to miss a single detail.
Jiang Heng knew Yuan Shiyuan was preparing for his audition, practicing in advance. Yet Yuan Shiyuan’s expression left him with countless questions.
He desperately wanted to ask Yuan Shiyuan, “Does it really feel that good?”
Was it because it was Pei Yanbing, or simply because it was a kiss?
If the latter, could he—could he also…?
A small lamp illuminated the room, casting a dim light that made the face before him seem strikingly vivid, strangely mirroring the expression Yuan Shiyuan had worn earlier in the dance studio.
Jiang Heng’s breath hitched. He leaned closer, gently lifting Yuan Shiyuan’s chin. The edges of his lips, blurred by the kiss, glowed with a rosy flush and still felt damp to the touch.
His fingertip lightly kneaded the corner of Yuan Shiyuan’s lower lip, where a faint bite mark lingered.
Jiang Heng stared intently at Yuan Shiyuan’s parted lips and moist eyes.
Sensing the Alpha’s strange behavior, Yuan Shiyuan asked sharply, “What’s wrong with you?”
Or perhaps he really wanted to ask, “What do you want?”
“Why did you come to find me? What do you really want?”
“……”
After a long silence, Jiang Heng finally murmured, “It’s nighttime now.”
“Hm?”
“During the day, we’re just teammates. At night, think of us as lovers—or perhaps clandestine bedmates.”
Jiang Heng’s fingertip gently rubbed the corner of Yuan Shiyuan’s slightly parted lips, leaving them faintly moistened. He asked, “So, what are we now?”
“Or rather, what am I to you?”
Yuan Shiyuan froze, momentarily stunned.
How could I have forgotten…?
By now, Yuan Shiyuan could hardly miss Jiang Heng’s true purpose. He was here to practice with him.
Jiang Heng’s earlier silence at the door, his utter stillness, was likely him immersing himself in character.
Frowning in thought, Yuan Shiyuan tilted his head and asked, seeking guidance, “Which role are you auditioning for?”
“Either one is fine,” Jiang Heng replied. “The two roles have similar screen time and are about equally challenging to play.”
“So, do you think I’d be better as your lover or your mistress?”
What a difficult question to answer.
Yuan Shiyuan was a newcomer to the industry, utterly clueless about acting, currently taking classes and groping blindly for understanding.
“What about you?” Yuan Shiyuan countered, throwing the question back at him. “Would you rather be my lover or my mistress?”
Yuan Shiyuan didn’t care which role Jiang Heng chose. Either way, the story would revolve around him.
He would also need to practice and rehearse extensively with these two characters, ultimately performing intimate scenes.
Jiang Heng was taken aback by the question.
The gentle and considerate lover? Seeming proper but repeatedly betrayed, yet always holding the legitimate title of “boyfriend,” his position unshakable?
Or the forbidden paramour? Enjoying temporary favor but never earning official recognition, a hidden figure easily discarded…?
Which role did he truly desire to play?
The room fell silent.
Before Jiang Heng could answer, footsteps suddenly approached the door.
A room key swiped through the sensor, the door cracked open a sliver, then slammed shut with a heavy thud.
The room key dropped from his hand as Bo Jin stood outside, brows furrowed, staring at the firmly closed door.
What the hell is going on here?
If I remember correctly, this is my dormitory, right?