Pretending to Be an Alpha in an All-Alpha Boy Band - Chapter 80

Chapter 80: A Little Treat

Yuan Shiyuan returned to the luxurious suite arranged by Silence and collapsed onto the sofa.

The grueling workload had drained his energy, but thankfully his youth, vigor, and excellent physical condition allowed him to recover quickly. After a brief rest on the sofa, he was once again full of life.

Bo Jin coaxed Yuan Shiyuan to eat, and he lazily leaned against the Alpha, opening his mouth to be fed each bite.

With Bo Jin on his left and Ying Mingche on his right, the two Alphas worked in perfect sync: one fed him a bite, and the other followed immediately after, their movements precisely timed. Before long, Yuan Shiyuan’s stomach bulged visibly.

Having barely eaten breakfast due to his hectic schedule, Yuan Shiyuan now felt uncomfortably full. The spike in his blood sugar only made him feel more sluggish, and he just wanted to go back to his room and sleep.

“Why don’t I keep you company tonight?” Ying Mingche seized the opportunity to lean closer, his hot breath ghosting over Yuan Shiyuan’s ear.

Yuan Shiyuan didn’t even lift an eyelash, rejecting him bluntly: “No.”

He already had plans with Ying Mingxi tonight.

Just moments ago, Yuan Shiyuan had sent Ying Mingxi the hotel location, and he should be on his way now.

They had agreed that Ying Mingxi would book a separate room—Yuan Shiyuan certainly didn’t want to mess around in his own room. He hoped Ying Mingxi would get straight to the point and finish quickly so Yuan Shiyuan could return to his room and get some sleep.

“He’s exhausted today,” Bo Jin warned. “Don’t bother him.”

Yuan Shiyuan did indeed look utterly spent, slumped bonelessly across the dining table. The lace placemat beneath his plate left delicate, uneven imprints on his chin.

He yawned languidly, his long eyelashes drooping and fluttering like swaying musical notes.

Ying Mingche didn’t press further. He rarely gave up easily, but the growing excitement and anticipation surging through their shared empathy intensified rather than waned.

He had repeatedly questioned Ying Mingxi, only to receive vague, evasive answers.

Intuition told him that something significant would happen between Yuan Shiyuan and his brother tonight.

But what kind of unspeakable secret could drive them to such secrecy?

Ying Mingche narrowed his eyes, his gaze sharp and scrutinizing.

Bo Jin escorted Yuan Shiyuan to his room door, intending to follow him inside, but a slender hand stopped him at the threshold.

“Brother Bo Jin, you should get some rest too,” Yuan Shiyuan said, feigning drowsiness with a yawn. “I want to go to bed early tonight.”

Bo Jin opened his mouth to protest, but seeing the damp, flushed corners of Yuan Shiyuan’s eyes, he remembered how strenuous Yuan Shiyuan’s day had been.

“Alright,” he conceded. “Message me if you need anything. I’m right next door.”

“Mm-hmm.”

Yuan Shiyuan gave a perfunctory reply and quickly shut the door, then sent Ying Mingxi a message.

Yuan Shiyuan: Brother Mingxi, have you arrived yet?

Ying Mingxi: Sorry, traffic’s a bit heavy. It might take a while.

Ying Mingxi: Are you really craving it right now?

What’s with this weird question?

Ying Mingxi’s voice call invitation popped up just then.

Yuan Shiyuan answered. “I’m okay for now. Not really craving it.”

He flopped onto the plush king-sized bed, lazily rolling over as he replied, “Just a bit tired. I want to get this over with quickly and go to sleep.”

On the other end of the line, Ying Mingxi was stuck in rush-hour traffic, the honking horns blaring through the phone. Yuan Shiyuan frowned and held the phone further away.

Then he heard Ying Mingxi chuckle softly. “Shiyuan, the way you put it, it sounds like I’m just a vibrator being delivered.”

Well, isn’t that exactly what you are? Yuan Shiyuan coughed to cover up his embarrassment. “Don’t say that! Of course you’re not.”

The call remained connected. Afraid Yuan Shiyuan might get bored, Ying Mingxi kept up a casual stream of conversation. Yuan Shiyuan mumbled noncommittal “uh-huh”s in reply, gradually succumbing to an overwhelming drowsiness that eventually silenced him completely.

He had fallen asleep.

Listening to Yuan Shiyuan’s even breathing, Ying Mingxi was trapped in the noisy, congested traffic. Suddenly, the world grew quiet, leaving only the steady, comforting rhythm of that breath.

Fifteen minutes later, Yuan Shiyuan woke up groggily.

His call with Ying Mingxi was still connected. He groped for his mobile phone, humming sleepily, “Brother Mingxi? Are you there yet?”

“Just arrived,” Ying Mingxi replied. The other end of the line sounded eerily quiet, making his unsteady, hoarse voice all the more distinct. “I’ve sent you the room number. Are you coming over now?”

Yuan Shiyuan didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he listened to the ragged breathing in his ear. “Have you already started?” he asked.

“Mm-hmm.” As Ying Mingxi listened to Yuan Shiyuan’s voice, the rustling of fabric grew louder. “Didn’t you say you wanted to get this over with quickly?”

That’s true…

“But I’m finding it a bit difficult to do alone,” Ying Mingxi said, his breathing growing more rapid, laced with tension. He sounded genuinely helpless. “Listening to your breathing… looking at your photos… none of it’s working.”

“Ah,” Yuan Shiyuan murmured absently. The lingering drowsiness clouded his mind. He scrubbed his face roughly, trying to shake off the grogginess, then rolled out of bed and headed toward the restroom.

“Didn’t you look up any… study materials?” he asked, turning on the faucet to splash water on his face. The sound of the running water muffled his words. “Just jumping right in, dry like that, it’s tough to get into the mood.”

“I never look at those things,” Ying Mingxi replied.

Yuan Shiyuan turned off the faucet with a scoff. As if Ying Mingxi doesn’t watch that stuff.

He didn’t believe for a second that Alphas avoided such things.

But if Ying Mingxi truly couldn’t come, that was probably genuine. After a moment’s thought, Yuan Shiyuan said, “Wait a bit, Brother Mingxi. I’ll shower first, then come help you.”

On the other end of the line, Ying Mingxi’s voice paused for an instant, then turned even more heated. “You… you’re coming to help me?”

“Mm-hmm.”

After hanging up, Yuan Shiyuan swiftly opened his food delivery app and found the nearest sex shop with the fastest delivery.

Having been an Alpha himself, he knew how susceptible they were to visual stimuli. Ying Mingxi probably just needed a catalyst, like a schoolgirl uniform or something.

Yuan Shiyuan casually ordered a short dress. By the time he finished showering, the delivery had already arrived.

To his surprise, the store had mixed up the order. Instead of the school uniform he’d ordered, they’d sent a tearaway maid outfit.

The maid outfit was pitifully skimpy. The soft lace at the chest was barely there, offering instant access like a ready-to-eat snack. The skirt barely covered the upper thighs, held together at the waist by a thin ribbon—it looked like a single tug would send the whole thing falling open.

Even more outrageous were the matching panties—a lace thong so narrow it barely seemed to exist!

How am I supposed to wear this?!

Ying Mingxi was waiting to put out the fire, and Xiao Xue was eagerly anticipating a feast. Yuan Shiyuan gritted his teeth. Fine, no returns!

He steeled himself and put it on. The icy lace against his skin sent shivers down his spine.

Hesitantly, Yuan Shiyuan approached the fog-shrouded mirror, only to freeze in surprise.

In the blurry reflection stood a slender figure, poised between youth and adulthood. Damp, pale pink hair clung to his temples, his cheeks flushed a delicate rose from the hot bath.

Soft lace draped naturally below his collarbones, while a massive bow cinched his waist. Long, straight legs emerged casually from beneath the skirt, the lace leg ring at his thigh accentuating a subtle fullness.

Yuan Shiyuan’s gaze was hazy, carrying the lingering confusion of just waking up.

…Does this actually look… pretty good?

He’d always known he was good-looking, but seeing himself in the mirror, he suddenly felt strangely alluring.

Like a freshly baked treat, radiating a soft, tempting aroma and begging to be tasted.

Yuan Shiyuan lifted the lace in front of the mirror to inspect himself.

A deliberately left circular cutout framed the soft, pale pink of his small breasts, nestled gently within.

He was quite pleased with this daring outfit—it was provocative enough. Ying Mingxi should be able to come out too, and satisfy his Xiao Xue, he thought.

He grabbed a coat at random, zipped it all the way up to conceal his inner attire.

After donning a mask and hat, Yuan Shiyuan’s hand brushed against something familiar—a strikingly embroidered emblem on the coat’s inner lining.

This is Ying Mingche’s coat, the one he accidentally left in my room.

But he couldn’t dwell on that now. Yuan Shiyuan tightened the collar, pulled the hat brim lower, and slipped quietly out the door, hurrying toward the room number Ying Mingxi had texted him.

Unbeknownst to him, Yuan Shiyuan carried the faint fragrance of his recent bath, mingled with the pheromones of another Alpha clinging to the coat.

The moment Ying Mingxi opened the door, a sweet-scented, rosy figure surged into his arms.

Yuan Shiyuan mysteriously closed the door behind them, his slender fingers hooking around Ying Mingxi’s. He tugged the Alpha down to sit on the soft edge of the bed.

Fresh from his bath, Yuan Shiyuan’s porcelain-white skin glowed with a delicate blush. His fingertips hesitated at the zipper of his jacket, but under the Alpha’s unwavering gaze, he slowly pulled it down.

He then hooked his fingers through Yuan Shiyuan’s, tugging him onto the bed.

Yuan Shiyuan’s long, curled lashes fluttered gently. Still carrying the lingering steam of his shower, he paused again at the zipper, then took a deep breath and, under the Alpha’s intense scrutiny, slowly slid it down.

Ying Mingxi’s usually gentle, composed expression froze abruptly. His gaze instantly locked onto the slender, pale-pink body revealed beneath the sliding jacket—framed by sheer, lacy lingerie.

“Brother Mingxi,” Yuan Shiyuan murmured, feeling slightly self-conscious under the intense scrutiny. He pressed his knees together tightly and said in a small voice, “Like this… you might feel more inspired.”

“And… be able to finish sooner.”

“……”

Ying Mingxi remained silent, his eyes darkening gradually. He reached out, his hand finding Yuan Shiyuan’s wrist with practiced precision. Together, their fingertips lifted the soft lace trim beneath Yuan Shiyuan’s collarbone.

A glimpse of delicate pink flesh, unexpectedly revealed in the hollow of his collarbone, flashed into view without warning.

Ying Mingxi’s Adam’s apple bobbed for a moment before he finally met Yuan Shiyuan’s gaze again, letting out a low, husky chuckle. “Shiyuan, you always think things through so thoroughly.”

His gaze repeatedly drifted across that tempting expanse of pale pink, his deep voice laced with tension and amusement. He said, each word deliberate, “I must admit… I’m feeling quite affected.”

Just as expected, Yuan Shiyuan thought. No Alpha can resist the allure of a uniform.

He’d spent ages admiring himself in the mirror earlier, even his straight-male self wanting to give himself a thumbs-up.

“By the way, is this jacket Ying Mingche’s?” Ying Mingxi asked, feigning casualness. “Were you two in the same room just now?”

“We were earlier, but he left after dinner.” Yuan Shiyuan briskly shrugged off the bothersome jacket and tossed it aside. “Brother Mingxi, let’s just start like this. We’ll make this quick.”

Yuan Shiyuan leaned back casually against the edge of the bed. The sudden chill beneath his skirt reminded him he was only wearing two pathetically thin strips of fabric for modesty.

He silently pressed his knees together, tilting his face up to the Alpha. “I’ll just play some games to pass the time.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t peek.”