Pretending to Be an Alpha in an All-Alpha Boy Band - Chapter 66

Chapter 66: Temporary Mark 

A hallucination? Or a dream?

Pei Yanbing stared at the skin Yuan Shiyuan’s finger was pressed against, his throat feeling as if something were lodged there, preventing him from uttering a single sound.

Yuan Shiyuan’s sudden appearance in the piano room, his Omega pheromones permeating the air, had already shocked Pei Yanbing. But now, he was witnessing firsthand that the gland, which should have been located on the back of his neck, was actually hidden on the inside of his thigh!

This can’t be real.

Could prolonged suppression have conjured such an absurd delusion?

Yuan Shiyuan had always been fair-skinned, his skin now translucent and radiant white. Only the gland, exceptionally delicate, blushed with a faint pink hue.

Under Pei Yanbing’s unwavering gaze, Yuan Shiyuan’s limbs stiffened, his fingertips unconsciously curling. Embarrassment rippled through him like waves.

While Yuan Shiyuan felt awkward, his gland flushed with heat from the shame. Sensing the Alpha pheromones growing increasingly agitated, his own pheromones began to overflow in response, offering comfort to the Alpha.

Seeking to ease the tension, Yuan Shiyuan tried to make small talk, grasping for a topic. “Captain, you must know how to perform a temporary mark, right? Hahaha?”

He was desperately trying to break the ice, forcing conversation where none existed.

What Alpha wouldn’t know how to mark?

After sitting curled up for so long, Yuan Shiyuan’s legs began to ache. Just as he relaxed his grip, a large hand replaced it, gripping the bend of his knee and lifting it.

As if trying to get a clearer view of Yuan Shiyuan’s gland, Pei Yanbing tilted his head slightly.

Caught off guard, Yuan Shiyuan braced his hands behind him and stiffly raised his face, unable to grasp why Pei Yanbing was acting this way.

Pei Yanbing looked at him and asked, “How do I mark you?”

“Huh?”

Yuan Shiyuan blinked, taken aback. “Are you joking?”

How could an Alpha not know how to mark?

Noticing Pei Yanbing’s slightly evasive gaze, Yuan Shiyuan frowned suspiciously. “Captain, you don’t… not want to mark me, do you?”

“I do,” Pei Yanbing replied immediately. His earlobes flushed slightly as he murmured, “But I… haven’t actually done it before.”

All Alphas and Omegas were required to take physiology classes, so Pei Yanbing naturally knew the theory. But putting it into practice was another matter entirely.

Realization dawned on Yuan Shiyuan. Pei Yanbing was nervous, worried about messing up the procedure and ruining the experience.

“You don’t need to be nervous,” Yuan Shiyuan reassured him, trying to put him at ease. “Just follow what they taught in class—bite down on the gland and inject your pheromones. That’s all.”

Although the exact content of physiology classes varied slightly from school to school, a temporary mark was essentially just this, right?

Temporary marking was relatively simple, requiring only a bite on the gland.

Permanent marking, however, was far more complicated. It required not only the act itself but also the proper ceremonial setting and, crucially, a knot formation. All three elements were indispensable.

After a moment of silence, Pei Yanbing asked in a low voice, “Should we follow the procedure step-by-step, as taught in class?”

“Mm-hmm.”

Yuan Shiyuan reached for a pillow on the bed and propped it behind his lower back, adjusting his posture slightly to sit more comfortably.

The disposable briefs clinging to his skin, damp with sweat, turned cold in the draft. He promptly stripped them off and tossed them aside, clearing the way for the procedure.

Yuan Shiyuan deliberately spread his knees, offering an open and cooperative stance. “Go ahead!”

“Let’s make this quick. We’ll just bite out a temporary mark for now.”

Yuan Shiyuan had taken well to temporary marks so far, perhaps because he was so used to being an Alpha himself. For him, a temporary mark felt no different from a dog bite—except for the rather awkward location.

Completely unfazed, Yuan Shiyuan revealed his rarely exposed, usually well-concealed little pink shaft. It lay completely exposed before Pei Yanbing’s eyes, bobbing up and down like a bashful puppy.

Pei Yanbing froze instantly, his mind reeling. It took him a long moment to regain his composure. A deep crimson flush crept across his usually cold and handsome face, distorting his perpetually stoic expression into something utterly unnatural.

So cute…

Everyone knew Yuan Shiyuan’s skin was exceptionally pale.

But now, in the Alpha’s eyes, his skin resembled two freshly ripened, plump white peaches. Peel away the thin, translucent skin, and you’d find juicy, fragrant flesh that practically begged to be tasted.

The pale, pristine skin was flushed with a faint pink hue at the upper part, even lighter than Yuan Shiyuan’s pastel pink hair. The most captivating detail, however, was the tiny, faintly visible Xiao Xue, suspended in mid-air, its presence both there and not.

As Yuan Shiyuan spread his knees wider, the movement stretched the Xiao Xue slightly. The Alpha could clearly see glistening beads of sweat secreting from between her folds, trickling onto the plush carpet, leaving small damp stains.

Pei Yanbing’s breathing grew ragged.

“So much…”

“Hmm?”

Yuan Shiyuan didn’t understand what Pei Yanbing was referring to. Just as he lowered his gaze, he saw the Alpha’s head dip down.

“Shall we follow the procedure we learned in class?” Even during his susceptible period, Pei Yanbing maintained a semblance of gentlemanly decorum, asking politely.

“Mm-hmm, feel free to improvise.” Since it was Pei Yanbing’s first time, Yuan Shiyuan didn’t want to dictate his actions or put him under unnecessary pressure.

Having received confirmation, the Alpha’s Adam’s apple bobbed. He lowered his gaze to the flushed gland, his gaze lost in reverie.

As if he hadn’t scrutinized enough, Pei Yanbing simply hooked Xiao Xue’s knee over his shoulder.

Already half-suspended by the pillow, Xiao Xue was now even more elevated. Yuan Shiyuan froze completely, his hands instinctively clutching the plush blanket beneath him. Strands of light pink hair splayed across his forehead, revealing his slightly bewildered, dazed eyes.

“No, Captain…”

Even more disconcerting to Yuan Shiyuan than the awkward position was the fact that Xiao Xue’s small pink rod kept brushing against Pei Yanbing’s face and head.

Isn’t this humiliating for Pei Yanbing?

Yuan Shiyuan felt deeply uncomfortable and was about to try to shift slightly when the Alpha abruptly closed the distance between them.

Then, he pressed himself tightly against him.

According to Pei Yanbing’s physiology lessons, a temporary mark required first wetting the nape gland with saliva. Once the Alpha’s saliva secreted sufficient aphrodisiac substances, ensuring the Omega wouldn’t feel pain, only then could he bite down, injecting pheromones into the gland.

Adhering to what he’d learned in class, Pei Yanbing meticulously licked the pink-tinged gland, his movements cautious, almost clumsily reverent, filled with a reverent tenderness that conveyed both care and profound regard.

His rough tongue traced the gland’s perimeter, circling inward toward the center, thorough in its exploration, leaving no crevice untouched.

“Aaaah… 唔?”

Yuan Shiyuan never expected Pei Yanbing to choose to lick his gland before the temporary mark!

Typically, the skin over the gland at the back of the neck is thin and delicate—even more so for Yuan Shiyuan. He was already lightheaded from the gentle kisses; he couldn’t possibly handle what Pei Yanbing was doing now.

How did this suddenly happen?

His gland began to itch, and his lower abdomen grew hot. Yuan Shiyuan couldn’t control himself and burst into a torrent of tears, splattering everywhere.

Pei Yanbing froze momentarily, surprised by the sudden moisture on his face, but he didn’t stop his tender ministrations. He noticed the tears trickling down, dampening the fuzzy blanket beneath.

Some droplets still clung precariously above, gathering into glistening pearls about to fall.

After a moment’s hesitation, driven by his principle of never wasting anything, he showed no favoritism and extended his tongue to catch them. He even lapped up the sweat beading on the surface, leaving not a drop behind.

“Captain, what are you doing?!”

“You don’t need to be so thorough!!”

Yuan Shiyuan was on the verge of breaking down. His words came out in ragged breaths and hums, a jumbled mess of nasal sounds. He knew the temporary mark process included this step, but the real problem was… he didn’t need Pei Yanbing to be this conscientious about providing service!

Everyone just helps each other out, right? A quick nip at the gland, a shot of pheromones, and we’re done, right?

Why make it so complicated, so… thorough? Wouldn’t it be better to simplify the process?

Pei Yanbing seemed to say something, but his low, hoarse voice was muffled by the tight pressure on his nose and mouth, making it difficult for Yuan Shiyuan to hear clearly. In contrast, the Alpha’s tsk-tsk sounds grew louder and more intense.

Yuan Shiyuan desperately tried to ignore the noises.

But the sheer pleasure overwhelmed him. His slender, pale fingers twitched faintly against the plush blanket, then relaxed limply. He fluttered his eyelashes, let out a couple of random hums, then frantically covered his mouth, pretending to be absorbed in his mobile phone.

What the hell…?

Pei Yanbing’s working so hard, and I’m just… enjoying myself?

No, I need to distract myself.

At the very least, I can’t look like I’m enjoying this too much.

Initially, Yuan Shiyuan had fiercely resisted Pei Yanbing’s actions. But what choice did he have? He was a normal man, and an Omega in heat, no less. Even though he was unfamiliar with the Alpha’s meticulous ministrations, he couldn’t deny…

It felt absolutely incredible.

Being an Omega seemed so much more satisfying than being an Alpha.

At least, he’d never felt this good when he was an Alpha.

Yuan Shiyuan couldn’t help but let out a few involuntary moans. He didn’t even bother covering his mouth anymore, absentmindedly swiping through his phone with his tingling fingers when his gaze suddenly froze.

Bo Jin had sent him a message!

Bo Jin: I’ve bought the late-night snacks. Where are you?

Yuan Shiyuan fell silent.

He’d completely forgotten about his roommate.

He initially considered playing dead, but quickly reconsidered. He instinctively glanced down at the fluffy head resting on his lap, and Pei Yanbing looked up at the same moment, their eyes meeting.

His thin lips were glistening wet.

At that moment, the alpha’s face carried a mix of annoyance at being disturbed and a trace of infatuation.

Feeling awkward, Yuan Shiyuan immediately averted his gaze and pretended to be very busy typing a reply.

Yuan Shiyuan: Heading back right now.

Bo Jin: Lost? I’ll come find you.

Yuan Shiyuan: No, no! I know the way. I’ll be back at the dorm in a minute.

Yuan Shiyuan was genuinely afraid Bo Jin would track him down to the music room, his fingertips trembling slightly as he typed.

Seeing Yuan Shiyuan’s tense profile, Pei Yanbing suddenly lowered his head and gently bit him.

Yuan Shiyuan nearly dropped his phone. Just then, Ying Mingxi also sent him a message.

Ying Mingxi: [Photo of a stray cat]

Ying Mingxi sent another video.

Yuan Shiyuan: So cute!

Ying Mingxi: Yeah, found it downstairs. Super clingy, always kneading its paws. Wanna see?

Yuan Shiyuan politely declined: Brother Mingxi, I’m about to go to sleep.

Ying Mingxi: You can still watch the video, though.

Yuan Shiyuan took a deep breath, his lashes trembling as he frantically typed: Let’s skip it for now, Brother Mingxi. We can video chat next time. I’m really tired right now.

Ying Mingxi: Okay, Shiyuan. Get some rest.

Ying Mingxi: Good night.

Yuan Shiyuan was about to reply with “Good night” when his wrist suddenly went limp, and his phone slipped from his grasp.

He clamped a hand over his mouth, but broken sobs still escaped through the gaps between his fingers.

“Waaah!”

Pei Yanbing’s canine teeth finally sank into the pinkish gland.

Temporary marks create intense pleasure during the process, requiring a constant infusion of pheromones.

When Pei Yanbing’s teeth sank into his gland, Yuan Shiyuan felt no pain. His first sensation was the icy rush of pheromones seeping through his skin, slowly penetrating his body.

Instinctively, Yuan Shiyuan tried to pull away, to escape, but the Alpha’s firm grip on the back of his knees and his other hand pressing against his abdomen held him firmly in place. Pei Yanbing yanked him back by the waist, allowing no room for escape.

Utterly trapped.

Typically, when an Alpha marks an Omega, they grip the nape of the Omega’s neck or shoulders to prevent struggling and ensure the marking succeeds. Although Yuan Shiyuan’s gland was located in an unusual position, Pei Yanbing still followed a similar procedure.

Pei Yanbing injected his pheromones with excruciating slowness. This prolonged the temporary marking, and the calming and aphrodisiac substances secreted from the Alpha’s saliva amplified the sensation. The drawn-out process brought Yuan Shiyuan unprecedented pleasure.

The frigid, dominant pheromones of an S-rank Alpha created an especially intense sensation. The pheromones felt icy, yet deep within his gland burned with heat.

This alternating cold and heat amplified the stimulation. Tears gushed uncontrollably, streaming silently from the corners of his eyes, splattering onto the carpet and soaking into irregular dark stains.

“Don’t… don’t!”

“Stop! Please stop!”

Yuan Shiyuan sobbed, gasping for breath, his fingers scrabbling wildly through Pei Yanbing’s hair. He tried to push him away, but the overwhelming chill of the pheromones had numbed even his fingertips.

Yuan Shiyuan had done his research beforehand, knowing that the bite on an Omega’s gland during a temporary mark would produce overwhelming pleasure.

But only now did he realize that this shattering bliss was more than he could bear. He cried out, begging Pei Yanbing to halt the process.

Alas, it was already too late.

Pei Yanbing’s canine tooth had already sunk halfway in, piercing half of Yuan Shiyuan’s gland. The pheromone hadn’t even reached its deepest point—the temporary mark remained incomplete—yet Yuan Shiyuan was already wailing uncontrollably.

His legs, trapped against Pei Yanbing’s shoulders, kicked wildly as Yuan Shiyuan sobbed, gasping for breath. The overwhelming surge of pheromones made his lower abdomen clench violently, spasming repeatedly, yet the Alpha’s hand pinned him in place, immobilizing him completely.

Yuan Shiyuan felt like he was melting, the concentrated S-rank pheromone blurring his vision. He unconsciously bit down on his curled fingers, saliva trailing from the corner of his mouth in a wet, shimmering line.

His swollen, crimson lips parted slightly, unconsciously jutting forward, glistening with moisture. Broken, choked sobs escaped, like fragments of a cry.

Despite Yuan Shiyuan’s desperate attempts to halt the temporary mark, even trying to disrupt it, the pheromone continued to flood him in waves, like a high-pressure water cannon firing relentlessly.

“No… uhh, aah!”

The temporary mark… was complete.

The moment the temporary mark finished, Yuan Shiyuan felt all his strength drain away, a broken, discordant whimper escaping his throat.

The Alpha’s pheromone suddenly surged through his gland, filling his entire body. An icy chill streamed down his limbs, then coalesced into a searing inferno deep in his abdomen, scorching his consciousness into a daze.

It was so sudden, he had no time to prepare. His body began to tremble violently, his eyes rolled upward, and his tongue lolled out of his mouth.

Pei Yanbing seemed to be saying something, but Yuan Shiyuan couldn’t hear a word. He remained frozen, mindlessly biting his finger.

Saliva overflowed from the corner of his lips, trickling down his cheek in a glistening trail.

His dazed expression held an indescribable eroticism.

Between his parted lips, damp, warm breaths escaped in ragged gasps, mingling with the overwhelmingly sweet, ripe scent of his Bluebell pheromone.

After what felt like an eternity, Yuan Shiyuan finally lowered his head slightly, his gaze meeting the Alpha’s upturned face.

The lounge was saturated with pheromones. Pei Yanbing looked overheated, his entire body drenched in sweat. His hair and face were soaked, the perspiration clinging in uneven patches.

A trace of blood clung to his thin lips, lingering from the bite mark on his gland.

Noticing Yuan Shiyuan’s dazed state, Pei Yanbing lowered his head again, extended his tongue, and licked away every last drop of blood, leaving nothing to waste.

“You…”

Yuan Shiyuan tried to speak, but the overwhelming pheromones made it impossible to form coherent words. He gasped and sobbed intermittently, trembling violently at even the slightest touch to his cheek.

Wait…

How could this be happening?

His mind spun sluggishly, as if his brain had been scrambled or overloaded with pheromones, temporarily stripping him of his ability to think clearly.

He reached for his flat stomach, feeling as though some of the pheromones had been absorbed internally. A cool, icy sensation darted randomly through his body.

So… comfortable…

But how could this be happening?

Yuan Shiyuan unconsciously stroked his abdomen, his thoughts a jumbled mess.

How could he lose control with only a temporary mark?

When he’d done his research, Yuan Shiyuan hadn’t seen Omegas react so intensely.

Is this normal?

And… how did it all end up on Pei Yanbing’s face?

Without any other contact at all.

Yuan Shiyuan’s current expression was a far cry from his usual composure. He looked dazed and incredulous, his brow furrowed in thought, his entire demeanor radiating a bewildered, almost pitiful innocence.

Clearly, this was his first time experiencing such a reaction, leaving him utterly at a loss.

Moonlight streamed through the glass window of the practice room, casting shifting, interwoven patterns of light and shadow. The air throbbed with ragged breaths and tangled pheromones, the temperature shockingly high.

Yuan Shiyuan’s body radiated steamy heat, his face flushed crimson. Undried moisture clung to his lashes, his gaze unfocused, struggling to sharpen.

Outside, beneath the moonlit night, an oppressive stillness settled. A docile, sleeping stray cat lay curled on the Alpha’s lap. He sat motionless on the flowerbed, headphones on, his profile softened by the lunar glow. Yet the eyes that usually held gentle warmth were now utterly devoid of emotion.

The mobile phone screen beside the flowerbed glared brightly, the call timer ticking relentlessly upward.

The sounds in his headphones grew increasingly clear: the sobbing and ragged gasps. Only when the call disconnected automatically due to an anomaly did Ying Mingxi slowly remove his headphones, expressionless as he gazed up at the towering building ahead, toward the practice room.