Pretending to Be an Alpha in an All-Alpha Boy Band - Chapter 59
Chapter 59: Blindfold
“Mirror Tea Ceremony, private?”
“Navel Orange, 30 seconds?”
“Leg Gel, 5 minutes?”
Yuan Shiyuan’s mind went blank the moment he saw the punishments listed on the cards. The crude, simple drawings were surprisingly vivid, conveying the scenes with a stark clarity that left no room for ambiguity.
As Yuan Shiyuan stood frozen in shock, Ying Mingche leaned closer, reveling in the chaos. With mock solemnity, he read out each punishment one by one, as if relishing the impending spectacle.
The other Alphas’ expressions stiffened, betraying varying degrees of discomfort. Only Ying Mingche seemed genuinely thrilled.
Yuan Shiyuan quickly regained his composure, though a faint blush lingered on his ears. He stared expressionlessly at the punishment cards, his eyelids flickering slightly as he glanced sideways at Ying Mingche.
Ying Mingche immediately shut his mouth.
“Shall we continue?” Yuan Shiyuan asked.
He had suspected the Flying Chess game wouldn’t be simple, but he hadn’t anticipated punishments of this magnitude. He had assumed the Alphas would reject it outright, but to his surprise, they responded almost in unison:
“Continue.”
“Fine,” Yuan Shiyuan said, unconcerned. He added bluntly, “There are many punishments here I won’t accept.”
If I draw a punishment card I don’t want to do or can’t accept, I definitely won’t go through with it. I want to make that clear beforehand, so they don’t think I’m being a poor sport.
Ying Mingxi thoughtfully suggested, “Shiyuan, why don’t you pick out the punishment cards you’re comfortable with, and we’ll just draw from those? We can just discard any you don’t like.”
That would work, but wouldn’t the game lose some of its fun if I knew all the punishments in advance?
Yuan Shiyuan pondered for a moment, then added, “Aren’t there also blank punishment cards? Why don’t you guys write a few of your own? It’ll make things more interesting.”
“Don’t get too carried away,” Yuan Shiyuan cautioned. “If they’re too extreme, I still won’t do them.”
Ying Mingche retorted, “Why are you looking at me when you say that? Are you targeting me?”
“I never said that,” Yuan Shiyuan replied innocently.
But the truth was, that remark was indeed directed at Ying Mingche.
Yuan Shiyuan trusted everyone implicitly—except Ying Mingche. He could joke freely with anyone else, but with Ying Mingche, he had to carefully weigh every word.
The other Alphas had some semblance of restraint, understanding when he was joking. Ying Mingche, however, would seize the opportunity, take things seriously, and exploit every inch of leeway.
Yuan Shiyuan had to be on his guard.
He stole a glance around the room.
The other Alphas held blank punishment cards and markers. In the dim light, their faces looked even more sculpted and intense, as if pondering a medical enigma. For ages, they remained frozen in thought, their pens hovering motionless above the cards.
Just write a punishment card—why so much deliberation?
Yuan Shiyuan silently lowered his head and began sorting through the pre-made punishment cards, the tips of his ears flushing slightly. He meticulously removed every card involving citrus segments.
Hugs and kisses? Those are acceptable.
Love bites or removing an article of clothing? Fine too.
Twenty strokes with the pigudrum or using a sex toy? Absolutely not. Absolutely not.
Without hesitation, Yuan Shiyuan discarded the offending cards into the trash bin, muttering under his breath, What kind of “special” flying chess is this? It’s clearly just flirting flying chess…
“We’re ready,” the Alphas announced after their prolonged deliberation, placing their completed cards into the box.
Before the game officially began, Yuan Shiyuan decided to test the waters with a simple gambit.
“To help me better understand how an Omega feels, the company provided me with a capsule. Once I absorb it, I’ll be just like an Omega.”
“It will also simulate emitting Omega pheromones.”
Yuan Shiyuan swiftly retrieved a white capsule. Before the other Alphas could react, he casually tossed it behind him, tucking it into the back pocket of his athletic shorts.
From the Alphas’ perspective, this appeared to be the correct method of use.
In the dim, yellowish light, Yuan Shiyuan moved with practiced speed, completing the process in a flash. When his hand reappeared, the tiny capsule had already vanished, completely absorbed.
Yuan Shiyuan constantly monitored their reactions.
As expected, Bo Jin reacted most strongly: “What are you doing with those? They probably contain synthetic additives that are harmful to your body.”
He added, “There’s no need.”
While the other Alphas didn’t react as vehemently as Bo Jin, they all shared the same sentiment.
Ying Mingche shrugged nonchalantly. “You’re the same whether you’re an A or an O. There’s no need for these things.”
Pei Yanbing, aware of the capsule’s “side effects”—excessive fluid production—worried about potential harm: “You shouldn’t use these.”
Jiang Heng: “Is there any way to remove it?”
“No. The capsule absorbs too quickly.”
The capsule is still safely in my pocket, Yuan Shiyuan thought, lying through his teeth. “Using it helps me get into character more easily,” he continued. “It makes it easier for you to treat me like an Omega too.”
At his words, the Alphas’ expressions grew even more peculiar.
Through observation, Yuan Shiyuan immediately concluded that they seemed resistant to accepting him as an Omega.
Ying Mingche was the most accepting, but he still didn’t want Yuan Shiyuan to use such capsules. Bo Jin’s face was etched with aversion and discontent. The remaining Alphas, while not as vehemently opposed as Bo Jin, clearly disapproved of his actions.
“You’re an Alpha,” Bo Jin said, his voice laced with absurdity. “Why would we treat you like an Omega? You can’t just shove these things into your body!”
Yuan Shiyuan, despite his youth, was remarkably bold, daring to take such liberties. The company was equally at fault, suggesting such absurd schemes.
He would seize the first opportunity to confiscate all these miscellaneous capsules.
Ying Mingxi stepped in to diffuse the tension, acting as mediator. “Shiyuan is only thinking of the team. But Shiyuan, we really don’t need you to use these capsules… After all, they’re drugs and could cause adverse reactions in your body.”
Pei Yanbing was acutely aware of the potential side effects of such medications. The lingering memory of that puddle—like a leaky faucet spraying the floor—remained vivid in his mind.
They had all heard about such drugs to varying degrees. In today’s increasingly open-minded society, with its growing diversity of sexual orientations, same-sex Alpha-Alpha and Omega-Omega relationships were no longer uncommon.
However, pheromones between individuals of the same sex couldn’t produce the same calming and euphoric effects as those between opposite sexes. They typically relied on artificially synthesized pheromones to regulate the atmosphere. Among these, A-on-A capsules were the most common choice.
Once dissolved, these capsules would induce Omega-like reactions in Alphas, preventing them from being injured. However, the synthetic pheromones had a poor scent quality, making it difficult to achieve complete realism. For a more authentic and natural aroma, only pheromones extracted directly from a living person would suffice.
Yet very few people were willing to sell their pheromones. Consequently, the more natural and high-tier the capsule’s fragrance, the more exorbitant its price.
“Alright, I won’t use them again,” Yuan Shiyuan nodded obediently, appearing to take the advice to heart.
“Then let’s start now. The order of rolling the dice will be clockwise around the table, starting with me.”
The die landed on a “6”.
After advancing six spaces, the game board displayed:
Take off an article of clothing.
Ying Mingche immediately let out a whistle.
None of them had anticipated such a fiery penalty so early in the game. The Alphas cast subtle glances, but Yuan Shiyuan remained completely composed.
Yuan Shiyuan bent his knee and pulled off his sock.
“Are socks even considered clothes?” Ying Mingche protested. “Socks definitely don’t count! It has to be actual clothes.”
If Yuan Shiyuan had been wearing a jacket, he would have taken it off without hesitation. But today, he was only wearing a sports top.
“Why wouldn’t socks count?” Yuan Shiyuan retorted confidently, throwing the discarded white cotton sock at Ying Mingche’s face. “Shut up.”
Ying Mingche, his face brimming with defiance, suddenly fell silent, as if stunned by the impact. A fragrant white blur slid across his vision before landing softly in his palm.
“Oh.”
Ying Mingche awkwardly clutched Yuan Shiyuan’s sock, his heart racing uncontrollably like the first time Yuan Shiyuan had kissed his cheek.
His ears flushed, but he forced himself to remain calm. “Whatever you say.”
“Shiyuan, it’s your turn again,” Ying Mingxi said gently, sliding the dice toward Yuan Shiyuan. “You rolled a six last time.”
Yuan Shiyuan rolled again, this time getting a three.
Move three spaces forward—a blank square. He drew a penalty card:
Designate someone and write on any part of their body.
Ying Mingche scoffed, “Who wrote these rules? So boring.”
Writing on someone’s body—no physical harm, yet deeply humiliating. Yuan Shiyuan raised an eyebrow, curious. “Who wrote these rules?”
“It was me,” Ying Mingxi said with a gentle smile.
Yuan Shiyuan looked slightly surprised.
Picking up the marker that came with the Aeroplane Chess set, he scanned the crowd thoughtfully.
“It should wash off, right?”
Jiang Heng glanced at it. “It’ll wash off.”
“Good.” Yuan Shiyuan felt relieved.
Ying Mingche grew wary. “You’re not planning to write on our faces, are you?”
“I’m not that mean.”
“Really? Your expression says otherwise.”
Yuan Shiyuan’s lips curved upward, his amber eyes lazily drifting across the crowd, his entire demeanor radiating a “I’m about to do something mischievous” vibe.
Since Ying Mingxi had devised the punishment, he asked curiously, “Shiyuan, what are you planning to write?”
“What do you think I’ll write?” Yuan Shiyuan hadn’t actually decided yet.
While Ying Mingxi pondered, Ying Mingche chimed in helpfully, “Definitely something provocative, like ‘bitch dog’ or some other nasty insult.”
Yuan Shiyuan hadn’t even considered those words.
He had originally planned to just draw a couple of doodles, but Ying Mingche’s suggestion sparked an idea.
Yuan Shiyuan raised an eyebrow ever so slightly, his smile widening like that of a mischievous pink-haired fox who’d been plotting this for ages.
He beckoned to Ying Mingche. “Come here.”
The signal seemed to declare to all Alphas that Ying Mingche was the chosen one, while all others were rejected in that instant.
Ying Mingche froze, a mix of nervousness, excitement, and a subtle joy washing over him. Yuan Shiyuan had actually picked him first!
As if pulled by an invisible rope, he rushed to Yuan Shiyuan’s side. “What do you think you’re doing, calling me over like I’m a dog?”
Yuan Shiyuan, seated, tilted his head to look up at the standing Ying Mingche. “You’re too tall.”
In an instant, Ying Mingche knelt before him, the swiftness of the movement surprising even himself.
“Why are you always so harsh with me?” he grumbled.
Yuan Shiyuan twirled the marker between his fingers. “Take off your pants,” he said bluntly.
Every Alpha froze, staring as Yuan Shiyuan bit off the marker cap with his teeth and then, with his bare toes, lightly nudged Ying Mingche’s knee.
“Hurry up.”
Ying Mingche’s breathing quickened, but he obeyed Yuan Shiyuan’s command.
With Ying Mingche’s back to the crowd, the Alphas couldn’t see his expression, but they could see Yuan Shiyuan’s face clearly.
They watched as Yuan Shiyuan’s gaze swept downward for the briefest moment before flicking away. His brows unconsciously furrowed, as if registering a slight distaste.
It was precisely this look of disdain, as if he were regarding them as mere trash, that inexplicably excited them.
“I’m going to write now,” Yuan Shiyuan warned casually, raising his hand with deliberate carelessness and scrawling two words on the Alpha’s thigh.
The instant the marker touched his skin, Ying Mingche’s muscles tensed violently. Each accidental brush of Yuan Shiyuan’s warm fingertips against his thigh felt like an electric shock.
Across the table, Ying Mingxi watched this scene unfold, subtly adjusting his posture.
“Done,” Yuan Shiyuan declared.
Ying Mingche lowered his gaze to read the words Yuan Shiyuan had written.
Despite the casual scrawl, Yuan Shiyuan’s handwriting remained neat and elegant. However, the words written in such refined strokes were excessively crude:
Filthy mutt.
Ying Mingche’s pupils contracted sharply, and even the oblivious Ying Mingxi found himself gasping for breath.
He stared at Yuan Shiyuan’s mischievous, triumphant grin, then burst into a harsh laugh.
“You’d better not fall into my hands later.”
Yuan Shiyuan shrugged with feigned indifference. “Suit yourself.”
When Ying Mingche returned to his seat, he carried himself like a triumphant conqueror, making sure all the Alphas saw the words scrawled on his thigh.
The Alphas froze, disbelieving that such crude words could have come from Yuan Shiyuan’s hand.
They instinctively glanced across the table at Yuan Shiyuan, his pink-haired face framed by a gentle, even demure expression. His posture was perfectly proper. Noticing their gaze, he blinked slowly, feigning innocent confusion.
It was only then that the Alphas realized Yuan Shiyuan was treating this like a simple tabletop game, not a flirtatious, risqué affair.
Yuan Shiyuan casually crossed his legs, his voice lazy as he asked, “Next up, whose turn is it?”
Bo Jin was next.
As Bo Jin picked up the dice, his expression and movements were unnaturally stiff. This was his first time playing such a game, especially with a group. He felt a complex mix of unease, anticipation, and a secret hope.
He rolled a “3,” landing on a blank space.
The penalty card he drew read:
Designate someone to bite a cup and feed you a drink.
Though the card said to “designate someone,” everyone present, including Yuan Shiyuan himself, silently agreed that person would be Yuan Shiyuan.
Yuan Shiyuan lazily propped his chin on his hand. “Is there any alcohol? I don’t think we’re allowed to drink. We have a recording later.”
“Let’s use water instead,” Bo Jin suggested.
Bo Jin retrieved a bottle of chilled mineral water from the small refrigerator. Yuan Shiyuan casually shoved a plastic cup toward him.
“How much do you want to drink?” Yuan Shiyuan asked generously. “Pour it yourself.”
Compared to Bo Jin’s unease, Yuan Shiyuan was brazenly nonchalant. Biting the cup to feed him water was hardly a challenge—he’d kissed Bo Jin before; what was there to fear?
He wasn’t the least bit apprehensive about the punishment. It was Bo Jin, terrified of Alphas to his core, who stood rigid from head to toe, clearly resisting every moment of what was about to happen. He’d poured only a pitiful trickle of water into the cup.
Last time they’d practiced with that fanfiction, Bo Jin hadn’t been this stiff. How had his condition worsened so dramatically in such a short time?
This won’t do.
Bo Jin poured the water with robotic stiffness, the meager amount barely covering the bottom of the cup.
His intention had been to expedite Yuan Shiyuan’s punishment, completely overlooking that less water would make it even harder for the person giving the drink.
Yuan Shiyuan stared at the cup, pondered briefly, then flipped over and straddled Bo Jin’s lap.
The movement caused his loose collar to slide down, and his toes brushed against Pei Yanbing and Jiang Heng’s knees, making both Alphas suddenly straighten their backs.
Snow-white teeth gripped the cup’s rim, and the soft flesh of his lips pressed against the clear plastic, revealing a patch of wet, crimson inner cheek. The two Alphas watched with rapt attention.
Pei Yanbing and Jiang Heng watched helplessly as Yuan Shiyuan, the plastic cup clenched between his teeth, lowered his head and brought the cup’s edge to Bo Jin’s lips.
Because there was so little water, Yuan Shiyuan struggled to complete the task. After much effort, the liquid still sloshed at the bottom of the cup, leaving only a few damp stains, not even a drop for Bo Jin to taste.
Pei Yanbing and Jiang Heng noticed Yuan Shiyuan’s brow furrow slightly, as if he were displeased.
Deciding to increase the cup’s tilt, Yuan Shiyuan braced his hands on Bo Jin’s shoulders and slowly raised his upper body from his seated position.
His skin was already pale, but the elbows and knees revealed a delicate, rosy flush. As he straightened, his loose-fitting sportswear draped downward with gravity, accentuating the slimness of his waistline. The full curves of his figure strained against the fabric, revealing a beautifully rounded shape, the lines smooth and supple.
Pei Yanbing and Jiang Heng, watching this unfold at close range, felt their hearts pound wildly. Yet Yuan Shiyuan remained completely focused, his expression almost indifferent, his entire attention fixed on the water in the cup.
His expression was nearly blank, yet inexplicably captivating.
“Don’t move,” Yuan Shiyuan murmured, his voice slightly muffled as he pressed down on Bo Jin’s shoulder in warning.
In stark contrast to Yuan Shiyuan’s detached demeanor, Bo Jin seemed unusually flustered. He tilted his head back to gaze up at Yuan Shiyuan, his heart racing out of control. Was it his imagination, or did Yuan Shiyuan’s scent seem even more intoxicating?
Bo Jin had always known Yuan Shiyuan smelled wonderful, ever since their first meeting. But before, the fragrance had been faint and somewhat immature, like a flower bud just unfurling, its petals still dewy with morning mist, its aroma fresh and captivating.
Was it because they were so close now? Or was it the unknown ingredients in that capsule? Right now, Yuan Shiyuan’s scent was exceptionally potent, like a flower on the verge of full bloom, its fragrance rich and intoxicating.
It didn’t smell like an Alpha at all.
Yet Bo Jin knew that no matter how un-Alpha Yuan Shiyuan seemed, he was undeniably an Alpha. This was something many had told Yuan Shiyuan before, and Bo Jin had often seen him smiling as he patiently explained his gender.
Due to his strikingly beautiful appearance and slender, delicate physique—visibly smaller than a typical S-rank Alpha—Yuan Shiyuan was constantly mistaken for an Omega and repeatedly subjected to unwanted advances from both genders.
As a friend, Bo Jin shouldn’t fall into the same trap of stereotyping.
But Yuan Shiyuan’s scent was simply too alluring. Even in the dim light, Bo Jin could clearly see Yuan Shiyuan’s expression: indifferent, as if Bo Jin were beneath his notice, his entire focus locked on the game.
Bo Jin’s heart pounded violently, as if something were about to spiral out of control. In that instant, he suddenly understood those fools who, knowing Yuan Shiyuan was an Alpha, remained hopelessly infatuated with him.
He was no different from those fools now.
As Yuan Shiyuan bit down on the cup’s rim, adjusting his posture to pour the water, a large hand suddenly steadied his thigh. His gland lay nearby, and he instinctively flinched, splashing a few drops onto Bo Jin’s face.
With Bo Jin’s hand providing support, he found it much easier. Kneeling beside Bo Jin, he gazed down at him and slowly poured the water from the plastic cup, drop by drop.
From this angle, Bo Jin could clearly see Yuan Shiyuan’s wet, crimson mouth and the tip of his soft, scarlet tongue. Subconsciously ignoring the plastic cup at the edge of Yuan Shiyuan’s teeth, he tilted his head back, parted his thin lips, and received the dripping liquid.
His enraptured expression made it seem as though he weren’t drinking ordinary mineral water, but rather something flowing directly from Yuan Shiyuan’s mouth.
“That’s enough already,” Ying Mingche interrupted sourly, barely suppressing his irritation. “You don’t need to finish the whole cup, do you? A little bit is enough to make the point.”
“It’s just a game. No need to take it so seriously, right?”
Yuan Shiyuan was a true sportsman, and his punishment was executed with perfect precision. He finished feeding Bo Jin almost all the water from the plastic cup, then glanced at Bo Jin’s messy face—a chaotic splash of water caused by his own mistake.
“All done.” He casually patted Bo Jin’s cheek, made a perfunctory wiping motion, and left without a shred of guilt.
Left behind, Bo Jin remained dazed, his face and thin lips glistening with moisture. He watched the pink tips of Yuan Shiyuan’s hair sway as he stood up, his heart pounding like it would burst.
What the hell was that?
Feeding him water? What’s with all this lingering intimacy? Ying Mingche clenched his jaw, his gaze darting back to the game board with urgent longing.
Why isn’t it my turn to roll the dice yet?
Next up was Ying Mingxi, who rolled a “4”.
The board space corresponding to advancing four squares read:
Have the opposing player wear a blindfold and sit on your lap. For ten minutes, they must not resist anything you do.
A blindfold? Yuan Shiyuan blinked in surprise.
“Would that make you uncomfortable?” Ying Mingxi asked considerately. “If you’re not used to it, we can skip this punishment. Whatever you’re most comfortable with.”
“It’s not that I’m uncomfortable…”
“They said I can do anything,” Yuan Shiyuan said, wanting to confirm something first. “Brother Mingxi, what do you plan to do?”
Ying Mingxi seemed taken aback for a moment, then chuckled. “I won’t do anything. I’ll just hold you.”
“Is that allowed?”
If Ying Mingche had said this, Yuan Shiyuan wouldn’t have believed him for a second. But this was Ying Mingxi.
“It’s allowed.” Yuan Shiyuan was about to get up when he saw Ying Mingxi, who was sitting across from him, come over and sit beside him.
Ying Mingxi sat down on the chair, his tone gentle. “Should we sit facing each other, or with your back to me?”
Yuan Shiyuan thought for a moment. “With my back to you. If we’re face-to-face, I won’t be able to see the chessboard, which will make the next game awkward.”
“You’re supposed to wear the blindfold anyway,” Bo Jin pointed out.
Yuan Shiyuan frowned. “That’s different.”
He had seen the prop: the blindfold was more like a lace veil, its openwork design allowing light through without obstructing his vision, leaving the game unaffected.
Having grown accustomed to sitting on laps through repeated experience, Yuan Shiyuan showed no hesitation. He turned his back to Ying Mingxi and sat down. The moment his back touched the Alpha’s chest, Ying Mingxi’s arms encircled his waist.
Ying Mingxi’s fingertips delicately lifted the lace eye mask, circling it before Yuan Shiyuan’s eyes, and tied it into a perfect bow at the back of his head.
“Is this comfortable enough, Shiyuan?” Ying Mingxi asked solicitously. “If it’s not, I can adjust it.”
“No need. This is perfect.”
Yuan Shiyuan opened his eyes, his vision blurring through the openwork lace. Sitting backward in someone’s lap felt safer than facing them directly—at least his gland wouldn’t rub against anything.
Though he couldn’t see Ying Mingxi’s face in this position, he could clearly see the four Alphas across from them. The scene carried an inexplicable mix of absurdity and a bizarre eroticism.
Yuan Shiyuan silently brought his knees together. Behind him, Ying Mingxi suddenly spread his legs apart, forcing Yuan Shiyuan’s legs, draped across the Alpha’s lap, to separate as well.
“Brother Mingxi?!”
“Sorry, just adjusting a bit,” Ying Mingxi’s familiar, gentle voice murmured in his ear. “Is this more comfortable?”
Yuan Shiyuan froze, caught off guard. The moment he relaxed, his knees were abruptly forced apart. The new posture seemed no different from before, but he was wearing a tracksuit today. The track pants had originally covered most of his thighs, concealing his gland.
With the sudden movement, the hem of his shorts had ridden up, exposing more skin. He could clearly feel the intense, unwavering gazes of the four S-rank Alphas fixated on him.
Yuan Shiyuan’s snow-white legs stood out against the dark pants, appearing especially fair. Due to the height and build difference between them, his toes were stretched downward, dangling mid-air without touching the ground.
Facing four S-rank alphas head-on, their poses resembling wide-open gates, with their glands faintly visible beneath their pant hems, made him feel slightly uneasy.
Just then, the dice clattered on the chessboard.
Pei Yanbing’s roll was “4,” a blank space, drawing the penalty card:
Plant three strawberries on your opponent.
With the blindfold obstructing his view, Yuan Shiyuan couldn’t make out the exact words. Ying Mingxi, embracing him from behind, considerately read aloud:
“The captain needs to leave three kiss marks on you.”
As for the locations, the penalty card specified none, leaving them entirely at Pei Yanbing’s discretion.
Yuan Shiyuan couldn’t quite make out Pei Yanbing’s expression, only that he was staring at him. After a moment’s thought, he said, “We’re filming a show later. We can’t have obvious marks, right?”
Pei Yanbing nodded understandingly, about to suggest skipping his turn, when he noticed Yuan Shiyuan, perched on the Alpha’s lap, lifting the hem of his shirt with slender, pale fingers.
Yuan Shiyuan parted his lips and bit the fabric, revealing a sliver of his slender, fair waist. His thin, sculpted abdomen rose and fell gently with each breath.
“So… inside my clothes?” he murmured through the fabric, his voice slightly muffled. “That way they won’t be noticed.”