Pretending to Be an Alpha in an All-Alpha Boy Band - Chapter 81

Chapter 81: Making Amends

Yuan Shiyuan sat at the head of the bed, knees pressed together and slightly bent, wearing a sheer maid’s uniform. His pink hair swayed gently across his cheek as he tilted his head to gaze up at the Alpha.

Pure innocence and raw seduction intertwined in this moment, enough to shatter anyone’s composure.

Ying Mingxi reached out and pinched his chin, his fingers tracing his jawline, slowly gliding to his temple to tuck a strand of hair behind Yuan Shiyuan’s ear. His fingertips brushed lightly against the sensitive curve of his ear.

“Look at me,” Ying Mingxi suddenly murmured, “I’ll feel it more.”

Before Yuan Shiyuan could reply, Ying Mingxi reverted to his usual gentle demeanor, adding softly, “Shiyuan, you can play your game. I’ll start here beside you.”

“I’ll try to hurry and get Silent Night to you as soon as possible.”

As he spoke, Ying Mingxi settled onto the sofa, the coffee table laden with a syringe, a plastic cup, and antiseptic wipes—everything meticulously prepared.

Yuan Shiyuan had no interest in other people’s private affairs. He focused intently on his game, trying to block out the sounds around him.

Yet the suppressed, stifled breaths beside him, ragged and intermittent, kept seeping into his ears.

As if always on the verge of release, yet forever denied.

About twenty minutes later, Yuan Shiyuan finished his game. He listened to his younger brother’s voice through his headset.

“Brother, what’s that sound?” Yuan Shize asked warily.

“What sound?” Yuan Shiyuan glanced toward the sofa and brushed it off. “Just the TV. Alright, you don’t need to keep me company anymore. Go back to your training.”

“I was planning to go to bed.”

Twenty minutes had passed, and Ying Mingxi still hadn’t emerged. This excessively prolonged stalemate made Yuan Shiyuan both anxious and impatient.

He didn’t want to wait any longer.

Yuan Shiyuan walked over briskly and caught a glimpse of the massive thing clutched in the Alpha’s large hand. His pupils dilated instantly.

He casually averted his gaze and sat down next to Ying Mingxi. “Brother Mingxi, are you having some trouble?”

“Maybe.”

Ying Mingxi’s bangs were completely soaked with sweat, and his usually gentle face now wore a clear expression of distress and suppressed pain.

He looked at Yuan Shiyuan apologetically. “I’m sorry, Shiyuan. I’ve kept you waiting so long, but I… I don’t think I can resolve this on my own.”

Yuan Shiyuan understood—after all, Ying Mingxi was an S-rank Alpha. But dragging this out any longer wouldn’t benefit either of them.

Ying Mingxi was suffocating. He could smell the potent pheromone of an S-rank Alpha filling the air, and a burning, itching sensation flared deep in his abdomen.

The hunger surged like a tidal wave.

Just moments before, Yuan Shiyuan had been thoroughly fed by Ying Mingche and Bo Jin, gorging himself until his lower belly was slightly swollen.

So this hunger wasn’t for food.

It was a craving for the pheromone of an S-rank Alpha, a desperate need for its infusion.

A light rain seemed to be falling outside, the rapid patter of water filling the night.

Yuan Shiyuan instinctively glanced at the Alpha. His sharply defined hand was moving with frantic speed, the veins on its back and those encircling the Citrus Lobe throbbing in unison.

Yuan Shiyuan exclaimed in surprise, “Brother Mingxi, why is yours this color?”

Ying Mingxi’s member was strikingly clean, a delicate hue peeking out only between his fingers.

“I maintain it regularly,” Ying Mingxi said, his gaze fixed on Yuan Shiyuan’s face. Sweat trickled down his taut jawline. “I don’t want you to be disgusted.”

You can maintain that? Yuan Shiyuan thought in shock. As a straight Alpha all his life, he had never considered the secret vanities some Alphas indulged in.

Even if he had known, he wouldn’t have cared. He had no need for such maintenance; his Little Pink Rod was already pink enough.

“Brother Mingxi, you’re still working so hard on this? That’s admirable, truly showing your dedication.”

Yuan Shiyuan coughed awkwardly, offering a stream of exaggerated compliments before casually broaching the topic, “Why don’t you let me try?”

“Since your hand’s giving you trouble, let me try mine. Maybe… someone else helping will feel different.”

This was Yuan Shiyuan’s personal experience.

Just like stimulating his gland—doing it himself felt good, but always lacked that extra spark. But when someone else massaged his gland, even without any special technique, it drove him wild.

The same principle applied to his member.

Someone else’s hand would definitely work better than his own.

“Would you mind, Shiyuan?”

Ying Mingxi seemed genuinely surprised, though a subtle glint flickered in his eyes. He hesitated, “I feel bad imposing on you like this.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Yuan Shiyuan said magnanimously. “Just relax your grip, Brother Mingxi, and I’ll take over.”

Ying Mingxi appeared conflicted, reluctant to let Yuan Shiyuan strain himself. But he couldn’t resist Yuan Shiyuan’s earnest offer, so he sighed and reluctantly released his grip.

At that moment, Yuan Shiyuan finally saw the full picture.

His eyes widened in shock: ○.o?!

Yuan Shiyuan knew he needed the Silent Night and was willing to help him obtain it. But when he actually saw the ferocious reality, he couldn’t help but furrow his brow.

“Shiyuan, am I not good enough?” Ying Mingche’s slightly hurt, gentle voice murmured in his ear.

“No… it’s not that…”

Yuan Shiyuan steeled himself. Sitting side-by-side felt awkward and clumsy.

He abruptly swung his leg over and straddled the Alpha’s lap, hooking his arms around the Alpha’s neck. He rested his head against the Alpha’s collarbone and looked down.

Sensing his gaze, the Alpha seemed to perk up even more, even opening and closing his mouth excitedly.

“…”

“Brother Mingxi, you’re really too…”

Yuan Shiyuan didn’t know how to describe it. Just then, his eyes fell on their arms side by side.

Not only was there a significant size difference, but Ying Mingxi’s arm was also noticeably thicker than his. Frustrated, Yuan Shiyuan muttered, “So thick and big.”

Ying Mingxi chuckled softly. “So, I’m good enough after all?”

“Mm…” Yuan Shiyuan fell silent again.

Yuan Shiyuan sighed. Never mind.

It’s not real tea anyway.

Just a little inconvenience for my right hand.

Looking on the bright side, the larger the container, the more it could hold. That meant Xiao Xue could be fed even more to her fill.

I should be happy I’ve made a profit, he thought.

Yuan Shiyuan acted with practiced ease, helping to hold it steady. Once they began, Ying Mingxi’s expression remained utterly calm.

His slender, pale fingers curled inward, but his thumb couldn’t meet his index finger—it simply couldn’t encircle the astonishing bulk.

Yuan Shiyuan continued the motion with feigned nonchalance, inwardly astonished.

Suddenly, Ying Mingxi let out a muffled groan.

“What’s wrong?” Yuan Shiyuan asked, a hint of confusion in his eyes. “Are we finished?”

That can’t be right. If we were done, I’d know immediately.

Ying Mingxi still looked full of energy, showing no signs of relief.

“Sorry, I couldn’t hold back,” Ying Mingxi murmured, a faint, almost satisfied smile curving his lips. His voice had grown huskier. “It stings… a little.”

“Stings?” Yuan Shiyuan’s surprise deepened.

But Ying Mingxi’s earlier groan didn’t sound like pain; it sounded more like… pleasure?

Unless he’s an M, no one enjoys being hurt, Yuan Shiyuan thought, quickly releasing his grip and lowering his head. “I’m sorry, Brother Mingxi. This is my first time doing such rough work… I’m not very skilled.”

“It’s okay, Shiyuan. You’ve already done great.”

Ying Mingxi cupped Yuan Shiyuan’s face, leaned down, and gently nuzzled their noses together, his voice deep and tender. “Perhaps I need some… other stimulation.”

“Shiyuan, can we kiss?”

Yuan Shiyuan answered immediately, “Of course.”

If Ying Mingxi was willing to contribute Silent Night, sacrificing just his lips was a small price to pay.

Besides, he now considered himself an experienced kisser, entirely unfazed by the act itself.

Ying Mingxi wrapped his arm around Yuan Shiyuan’s waist, pulling him closer. He tentatively extended his tongue, gently licking Yuan Shiyuan’s lips. The sensation was soft, supple, and springy, like tempting jelly.

The Alpha’s breathing grew heavy. No longer content with mere teasing, he forcefully pried open Yuan Shiyuan’s teeth with his thick tongue, precisely capturing Yuan Shiyuan’s soft tongue and gently sucking on it with irresistible force.

“Mmm…”

Yuan Shiyuan hummed faintly, but didn’t push the Alpha away.

He was making a mental comparison, realizing that kissing different people felt distinct.

Ying Mingxi’s kisses reflected his personality: gentle yet assertive, befitting an S-rank Alpha. He meticulously observed Yuan Shiyuan’s reactions, testing the waters step by step, patiently exploring every sensitive spot in his mouth.

The warm, moist cavern of Yuan Shiyuan’s mouth was thoroughly swept, even the sensitive roof of his mouth repeatedly scraped and sucked. Tears welled in Yuan Shiyuan’s eyes, clinging precariously to his lashes, while his ragged breaths carried a dense, soft fragrance that drifted in delicate tendrils into the Alpha’s nostrils.

“Hah… mnn.”

This kiss went deeper. Yuan Shiyuan, sitting on the Alpha’s lap, couldn’t help but subtly twist his hips.

Ying Mingxi placed a large hand on Yuan Shiyuan’s waist, his fingertips sensually tracing the soft flesh of his lower back. He murmured, “Does it feel good?”

“Mmm…” Yuan Shiyuan mumbled indistinctly. “Brother Mingxi, you’re so good at kissing.”

Ying Mingxi chuckled softly. “This is my first kiss.”

“Oh? Oh.”

The Alpha cupped Yuan Shiyuan’s cheek, his thumb gently brushing away the dampness at the corner of his eye. “I told you,” he said earnestly, “I’m just good at observing.”

“And also… taking care of little animals.”

Before he could finish speaking, Ying Mingxi lowered his head again, licking Yuan Shiyuan’s lips.

He thoroughly moistened the seam of Yuan Shiyuan’s lips with saliva before sliding into his mouth. Yuan Shiyuan was even more sensitive than he’d imagined. Just a gentle suck on the tip of Yuan Shiyuan’s tongue was enough to make him hum uncontrollably, emitting soft, disjointed whimpers.

The Alpha’s intensely focused, almost scrutinizing gaze made Yuan Shiyuan immediately withdraw his tongue and explain, “It’s only because it’s you, Brother Mingxi, that I can’t hold back.”

“If it were someone else, would you restrain yourself from moaning?” Ying Mingxi asked.

“Maybe?” Yuan Shiyuan pondered, then said, “I feel like I don’t need to hold back with you. You probably don’t want me to, either. But with someone else, I might be too embarrassed…”

Ying Mingxi froze for a moment.

He lowered his head again, cupping Yuan Shiyuan’s chin from below and licking away the saliva that had escaped. Panting slightly, he asked, “So… am I special to you?”

“Of course.”

Yuan Shiyuan noticed the change in his palm, sensing the Alpha’s growing arousal. Eager to stoke the flames, he tightened his grip at the base and quickened his strokes.

Tilting his wet, alluringly flushed face, he leaned in to kiss the Alpha’s lips. “You’ve always been special to me, in my heart.”

Yuan Shiyuan knew that at this moment, the Alpha needed more stimulation; otherwise, he wouldn’t part with his stash.

To achieve his goal, he shifted upward, the hem of his already short skirt hiked up even further, the soft fabric pressing directly against the Alpha’s thigh.

A warm hand cupped his cheek. Ying Mingxi’s breathing quickened, the smile on his face slowly fading, replaced by a deep, unbearable darkness.

He lowered his gaze, letting it slide down Yuan Shiyuan’s back to the small red mole nestled in the hollow of his lower back. Finally, his gaze settled on the tantalizing curve barely visible beneath the hem of the skirt.

It seemed as if he could cover it with just one hand.

Yet it was something a single hand couldn’t fully grasp.

Ying Mingxi, who had always presented himself as gentle and refined, suddenly lowered his head and kissed him with fervent urgency.

He devoured Yuan Shiyuan’s wet, crimson lips, no longer a tender exploration but an almost savage seizure. His thick tongue relentlessly probed Yuan Shiyuan’s mouth, drawing out a series of wet, chaotic slurps.

Yuan Shiyuan gasped for breath, instinctively opening his mouth, only to give the Alpha an opportunity to sweep his rough tongue through his narrow oral cavity. Not even the tender flesh at the back of his throat was spared, thoroughly ransacked and stirred.

“Mmm… huh?”

Yuan Shiyuan’s mind went blank under the onslaught of the sudden, intense kiss. He forgot his initial intentions, failed to react, and even loosened his grip on Ying Mingxi, abandoning himself completely to the pleasure of their entwined lips and teeth.

Halfheartedly, as if shirking his duties, he raised a hand to hook around the Alpha’s neck, tilting his head back to receive the increasingly deep kiss. He even clumsily, awkwardly, returned the kiss.

His response completely ignited the Alpha. Ying Mingxi abruptly gripped his waist, lifting him slightly to deepen the kiss to an unprecedented level.

But when Yuan Shiyuan plummeted from the semi-space, crashing back into his seat under the weight of gravity…

The pitifully thin thread, trapped in the gap between them, snapped as if it had never been there at all.

Tears welled in Yuan Shiyuan’s eyes from the intensity of the kiss. His arms wrapped weakly around the Alpha’s neck, yet he could clearly feel the heat radiating from Ying Mingxi’s body.

The Citrus Lobe pressed tightly against Xiao Xue through the flimsy, nearly negligible fabric.

“Mmm?” Yuan Shiyuan frowned, vaguely sensing something was wrong.

It wasn’t until Ying Mingxi reached out to brush aside the thread separating them, drawing them even closer, that Yuan Shiyuan’s eyes snapped open, jolting him half-way back to clarity.

Yuan Shiyuan hurriedly pushed Ying Mingxi away.

As Ying Mingxi’s thick tongue slid out of his mouth, a generous stream of saliva trickled from the corner of his lips. Yuan Shiyuan’s eyes narrowed warily. “Brother Mingxi, what are you doing?”

Yuan Shiyuan thought he was issuing a sharp rebuke, but his words came out broken and breathless, the syllables barely forming coherent words.

To an Alpha’s ears, however, this sounded indistinguishable from an invitation.

Ying Mingxi didn’t answer. Instead, he lowered his head again and kissed Yuan Shiyuan’s lips.

Even though Yuan Shiyuan clenched his teeth shut, Ying Mingxi’s thick tongue forced them open slightly, probing tentatively and grinding against their surface.

As if he wanted to devour Yuan Shiyuan whole, the scalding tongue pressed against the narrow slit between his lips, radiating an astonishing heat. The Alpha shifted his angle, grinding and licking, his relentless assault threatening to wear away Yuan Shiyuan’s delicate skin with repeated, deep kisses.

This only intensified the burning sensation deep in Yuan Shiyuan’s lower abdomen, causing his toes to twitch uncontrollably.

“Mmm… chuu, gluck-chuu…”

The wet sounds of their tangled lips and teeth echoed with striking clarity in the silent night.

Yuan Shiyuan’s lips were swollen and reddened from the kiss. Profuse saliva squeezed from the tight, overlapping space between them, dripping down their chins and necks, spraying everywhere.

A strange, unprecedented sensation left him slightly dazed. Yet when he suddenly felt a hand grasp his own, he couldn’t help but lift his eyelashes.

His mouth still bore the brunt of the deep kiss, but the Alpha’s pace quickened. The relentless onslaught of stimuli left Yuan Shiyuan utterly defenseless. He desperately tried to pull away, but his tongue was caught and dragged deep, his feeble whimpers muffled within his mouth, leaving only broken, helpless nasal sounds.

“Mmm… No… Ahh…!”

Yuan Shiyuan’s voice suddenly soared, then froze mid-note, abruptly silenced. He slumped weakly against the Alpha’s shoulder, reduced to gasping sobs, his body trembling uncontrollably.

His tears sprayed everywhere—soaking the Alpha’s clothes and thighs, the leather seat beneath them, and Ying Mingche’s jacket lying nearby. Even Ying Mingxi’s jawline and cheek were flecked with crystalline droplets.

Ying Mingxi gently patted Yuan Shiyuan’s back, coaxing him like a child, and pressed tender kisses against his tear-soaked, crimson-red earlobe. “Shiyuan, you’re doing so well.”

“So good.”

“I… I love you so much.”

As he spoke, Ying Mingxi lifted his slender fingers and deliberately twisted a droplet of moisture from his fingertip.

Under Yuan Shiyuan’s dazed gaze, the Alpha brought the translucent beads of sweat to his mouth, his tongue slowly and sensuously licking them clean.

Yuan Shiyuan’s snow-white, beautiful face flushed crimson, tears glistening on his cheeks. The corners of his eyes and lips were damp, radiating a ripe, vibrant red, his expression hazy. His lips parted in a breathless gasp, saliva trailing from the corner of his mouth…

What’s happening?

Wasn’t he supposed to be helping Ying Mingxi?

How did he… come first?

Who exactly is helping whom? Yuan Shiyuan thought in confusion, instinctively glancing down.

Sure enough, Ying Mingxi’s “problem” remained stubbornly unresolved, still standing at full attention, now even more formidable, vibrantly asserting its presence.

I was supposed to be helping him, Yuan Shiyuan thought in confusion. But after just a few half-hearted attempts, Ying Mingxi took over completely, pampering me in every way…

Overwhelmed with guilt, Yuan Shiyuan quickly buried his flushed face in the Alpha’s neck, heedless of Xiao Xue, now chafed red. Guiltily tightening his grip, he awkwardly made a few half-hearted strokes, trying to salvage the situation.

This clumsy attempt at “redemption” only drew a low, delighted chuckle from Ying Mingxi.

“Brother Mingxi…”

Yuan Shiyuan, dazed, seemed to have a habit of calling him “Brother.”

The trembling plea had barely escaped his lips when he realized his mistake. He immediately pressed his lips tightly together and lowered his gaze.

At this moment, Yuan Shiyuan seemed particularly prone to tears. The torrent of tears that gushed forth not only soaked the surrounding area but also drenched young Ying Mingxi himself, leaving him glistening like polished jade.

While Yuan Shiyuan’s brain sluggishly cycled through its refractory period, a faint heat stirred in his glands. Deep in his abdomen, something felt like it was about to awaken.

I want it so badly…

I crave pheromones.

Ying Mingxi lowered his gaze, taking in every detail of Yuan Shiyuan’s wet, flushed, and disheveled face.

Those swollen eyes, brimming with tears, still glazed over with lingering daze and a trace of unconscious desire.

After a long moment, Yuan Shiyuan whispered, “Brother Mingxi… why aren’t you done yet?”

“I’m sorry, it seems I need just a little longer,” Ying Mingxi replied apologetically, gently dabbing away a tear at the corner of Yuan Shiyuan’s eye with his fingertip.

His courteous, gentlemanly demeanor gave no hint that he had just kissed Yuan Shiyuan into a frenzy, leaving him utterly disheveled and breathless like a crazed hedonist.

“……”

“What should we do then?”

Yuan Shiyuan felt like an eternity had passed. He had deliberately worn a provocative dress to spice things up, yet Ying Mingxi still needed more time?

“I can’t just take off all my clothes,” he muttered softly.

Ying Mingxi chuckled softly. “That won’t be necessary. You’re perfect just as you are.”

“But…”

Ying Mingxi paused, then changed tack. “Perhaps we should try a different approach… something more stimulating.”

Ying Mingxi seemed utterly unconcerned with satisfying his own desires, focusing solely on Yuan Shiyuan’s needs. Seeing Yuan Shiyuan successfully aroused, even losing control, filled him with a strange sense of satisfaction.

He also felt a twinge of joy at having discovered Yuan Shiyuan’s sensitive spots. He now had a rough idea of what kind of kisses brought Yuan Shiyuan the most pleasure.

Ying Mingxi gently stroked the nape of Yuan Shiyuan’s sweaty neck, tidying his tousled pink hair. He then lowered his head and licked away the tears at the corners of Yuan Shiyuan’s eyes and the saliva at the corners of his lips.

Bathed in Ying Mingxi’s tender ministrations, Yuan Shiyuan squinted comfortably.

He instinctively rested the back of his head in the Alpha’s large palm, his cheeks flushed faintly pink, lips parted slightly as he gazed up at Ying Mingxi.

“A different approach?”

Ying Mingxi leaned closer to his ear, his voice polite and suggestive. “Shiyuan…”

“Or… perhaps we could try using your heat cycle?”