Pretending to Be an Alpha in an All-Alpha Boy Band - Chapter 83
Chapter 83: Exactly the Same
Although Ying Mingxi had held a flicker of expectation regarding Yuan Shiyuan’s answer, he felt no surprise whatsoever upon hearing it.
This is exactly what Yuan Shiyuan would say.
“Brother Mingxi, is it really just the legs?” Yuan Shiyuan remained unconvinced, his watery eyes brimming with suspicion. “I’m not doubting you… it’s just that Alphas tend to get carried away at times like this. The little head often controls the big head.”
“You won’t sneak in, will you?”
If it was just the legs, Yuan Shiyuan wouldn’t mind. Although the gland’s location made it vulnerable to accidental injury, having his gland rubbed was still better than letting Xiao Xue suffer.
Ying Mingxi froze momentarily, clearly taken aback by Yuan Shiyuan’s bluntness. He chuckled and stroked the back of Yuan Shiyuan’s neck. “I won’t.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
Ying Mingxi was a trustworthy and reliable Alpha, but Yuan Shiyuan couldn’t risk it. He demanded, “Then swear on it.”
“I swear on it.”
The Alpha patiently complied with the repeated request, finally easing Yuan Shiyuan’s anxiety.
He hummed in acknowledgment, then, under the Alpha’s watchful gaze, lifted his knee and shifted to the empty space on the sofa.
After kneeling beside Ying Mingxi, Yuan Shiyuan found a pillow and tucked it beneath his face.
Then, keeping his back turned to the Alpha, he slowly buried his face into the pillow.
Having found a comfortable position, Yuan Shiyuan urged, “Brother Mingxi, I’m ready.”
Because of his posture, Yuan Shiyuan couldn’t see the Alpha’s expression. The usual gentle look had completely vanished, replaced by an almost predatory gleam.
With his superior S-rank vision, Ying Mingxi could clearly see the fine sweat trickling down Yuan Shiyuan’s smooth spine, soaking the thin black cord nestled in the groove.
A single drop of sweat hung precariously at the nape of his neck, threatening to fall.
Perhaps the black cord was too distracting, Ying Mingxi suddenly hooked it with his index finger.
It might have been a slip of the hand, but he pulled the cord upward slightly, as if stretching a rubber band.
Snap.
The cord snapped back violently, striking Yuan Shiyuan’s skin with a sharp, distinct snap.
“Ugh?!”
Startled, Yuan Shiyuan flinched, every muscle tensing. He twisted his head around in disbelief. “Brother Mingxi?”
“Sorry, my hand slipped.”
Is this just a matter of steady hands? Yuan Shiyuan wanted to protest further, but he saw Ying Mingxi already preparing to sharpen his spear before the battle.
His mind went blank. He hastily pushed Ying Mingxi away and asked again, “Brother Mingxi, are you really sure you can control yourself?” He glanced back hesitantly, as if clinging to the hope that until the very end, he could maintain his bottom line—that he was still straight.
“I can control myself,” Ying Mingxi reassured him, his gentle voice carrying a bewitching power. “Good boy. Relax your hands.”
“Knees together.”
Yuan Shiyuan obeyed each instruction. Suddenly, the Alpha froze. Before he could turn around, a searing embrace enveloped him from behind, catching him completely off guard.
The Alpha closed in abruptly, pinning him tightly in his arms from behind. The vast size difference left almost no space between them.
Sharp, bony fingers suddenly plunged into Yuan Shiyuan’s hot, wet mouth, stirring and twirling, tangling around his soft tongue and creating dense, wet sounds.
As Yuan Shiyuan stared in shock, Ying Mingxi withdrew his hand, leaving a glistening thread connecting his fingertip to the exposed tip of Yuan Shiyuan’s red tongue.
He tilted his head slightly, noticing the skirt had been completely lifted to Yuan Shiyuan’s waist, revealing the full curve of his waistline and the seamless line that continued downward.
Though Ying Mingxi was unaware Yuan Shiyuan’s gland lay nearby, he patiently and evenly smeared the dampness from his fingertips across the surrounding skin, making the already sweat-slicked flesh even more glistening.
His touch was neither too light nor too heavy, like a massage. Yuan Shiyuan felt both comfortable and impressed, thinking to himself that Ying Mingxi was truly an Alpha with exceptional service instincts.
As Yuan Shiyuan relaxed again, Ying Mingxi withdrew his hand and finally retrieved the item Yuan Shiyuan needed.
“Mmm…”
The Alpha’s body heat was intense; Yuan Shiyuan instinctively pressed his knees together as Ying Mingxi drew near. A hand swept across his collarbone, gently scooping him up to maintain his kneeling position, his back pressed tightly against the Alpha’s chest, who was also kneeling.
Moist fingertips pinched his chin, turning his face upward. Ying Mingxi seized the opportunity to capture his lips, his thick tongue grinding repeatedly between the slender seam of Yuan Shiyuan’s lips, making soft, wet smacking sounds.
Yuan Shiyuan frowned deeply, acutely sensing the Alpha’s transformation. Gone was the gentle warmth of moments before, replaced by a feverish, possessive kiss. The accelerated rhythm left him breathless, saliva trickling uncontrollably from their locked lips in glistening droplets.
Given the gland’s unique location, their kiss fully encompassed it.
For ordinary people, even accidental contact with the gland on the back of the neck would trigger a strong reaction. Yuan Shiyuan’s mind went blank, his entire body trembling uncontrollably. His knees pressed together even tighter, rubbing restlessly against each other.
Though the room was chilled by air conditioning, Yuan Shiyuan was drenched in sweat from the kiss. Glistening rivulets streamed down his inner thighs, snaking along his calves to pool in dark, irregular puddles on the sofa between his knees.
His mind already hazy, Yuan Shiyuan failed to notice the Alpha’s intrusion between his lips, the now-reddened, slick crevice ground against his own.
Instinctively, he leaned back, collapsing into the Alpha’s embrace, his entire weight shifting onto him. His eyes glazed over from the kiss, and when he looked down, he could see the Alpha’s meticulously maintained, clean complexion.
Now glistening with Yuan Shiyuan’s sweat, the skin shimmered with a watery sheen.
Yuan Shiyuan could even feel the intricate network of veins beneath his skin, pulsing with a vital, almost frenzied energy.
His mind went blank. Held in Mingxi’s arms, his mouth sealed by a relentless kiss, the overwhelming intensity of pleasure sent a chilling dread through him.
How could this be happening?
He’d kissed others before, and even had his gland touched and licked.
But why did this feel… so terrifying?
Suddenly, a buzzing vibration filled the room.
Mobile phones on the bedside table and desk vibrated incessantly, displaying calls from the same number.
The phones kept ringing, their screens illuminating the room with an unyielding glow.
But the two figures locked in their embrace were too absorbed to notice the outside world.
Ying Mingxi could clearly sense his younger brother’s mounting anxiety, desperation, and the maddening frustration of being unable to reach him.
Yet he remained utterly indifferent, focused solely on comforting the trembling Omega in his arms.
“M-Mingxi-ge… waaah!”
The increasingly passionate kiss overwhelmed Yuan Shiyuan with terror. He whimpered, trying to protest, but only earned an even more unrestrained, deeper kiss.
With each rough stroke, his tongue ground against the deepest recesses of Yuan Shiyuan’s mouth, churning out a thick, wet sound. He instinctively tried to pull away, but the moment he gained a sliver of distance, he was swiftly pulled back into the Alpha’s embrace.
A large hand slipped under his armpit, pushing aside the delicate lace that veiled the hollow beneath his collarbone, and brazenly reached inside. The other hand pressed firmly against his lower abdomen, pinning him down.
Deep within his abdomen, a faint heat had already been simmering, barely resisting the slightest touch. Now, under the Alpha’s firm yet gentle kneading, the heat intensified, igniting an unbearable desire.
Yuan Shiyuan’s head tilted, his swollen, wet-red tongue still held captive. His neck ached, his mouth was numb, and his lower abdomen spasmed… Every inch of his senses was overloaded.
He was being kissed until only choked sobs and disjointed, nasal sounds escaped his lips, words so fragmented even he might not have understood them.
“No… Ahh… muffled sobs”
The overwhelming surge of S-rank pheromone made his gland itch like a hornet sting. The Alpha repeatedly rubbed the gland to alleviate the itch, but it only intensified the unbearable craving.
The heat deep within his abdomen flared hotter. Yuan Shiyuan tremulously raised his hand, only for it to fall back weakly. His trembling palm settled over the Alpha’s hand on his abdomen, the two clasping together.
Ying Mingxi froze momentarily, as if receiving an encouraging signal. He then kissed with renewed ferocity and depth, his thick tongue churning between their parted lips with dizzying speed, almost a blur. Saliva frothed into a dense foam, splattering across both their faces.
“Ah… ah…”
“Enough!!”
Yuan Shiyuan dimly realized that this increasingly intense kiss was spiraling out of control. His eyes glazed over slightly, yet he still struggled to resist.
“Almost there… Shiyuan,” Ying Mingxi murmured soothingly.
Beneath the soft lace, Ying Mingxi’s large hand squeezed Yuan Shiyuan’s pale pink nipple, making it stand taut.
The Alpha finally reached his climax, his arms tightening around Yuan Shiyuan, pinning him firmly against his chest.
He cradled Yuan Shiyuan close, prolonging the afterglow with lingering kisses. His thin lips traced a trail down Yuan Shiyuan’s sweat-dampened neck, nibbling their way to his earlobe. Amidst ragged breaths, a husky voice dripped with satisfied amusement:
“Thank you, Shiyuan.”
As the Alpha pressed his lips forcefully against Yuan Shiyuan’s, grinding them together, Yuan Shiyuan frantically twisted his head away, his dark lashes matted with sweat. Yet he couldn’t escape the Alpha’s grasp. His tongue was caught and sucked briefly, drawing a choked sob from Yuan Shiyuan as his eyes rolled upward slightly.
Uncontrollable saliva spilled from the corner of his mouth, trickling down and soaking everywhere.
The hem of his skirt, the small of his back, even Xiao Xue—none escaped the cascading trails of translucent sweat.
Yuan Shiyuan remained in a dazed stupor, the relentless kisses having glazed over his amber eyes, his gaze unfocused. Tears welled in his eyes, clinging like glistening beads to his lashes, the tip of his nose, and the corners of his lips.
The already sheer maid’s uniform was now drenched in sweat, clinging to his body like a second skin. He gasped in ragged, desperate breaths, as if suffocating, a small, rosy tip of his tongue unconsciously peeking between his lips.
The leather sofa, the plush carpet, the cold desktop—even Yuan Shiyuan’s sweat-drenched body—all were splattered with droplets of sweat.
Some of the sweat had already dried, leaving irregular, star-like patterns on his skin, while fresh droplets still clung to him, as if he had been freshly bathed.
“Wait… it’s leaking everywhere!” Yuan Shiyuan mumbled thickly, tongue lolling. He hadn’t forgotten their task, and neither had Ying Mingxi.
Fortunately, Ying Mingxi had restrained himself for so long that he still had plenty in reserve. Only a portion had accidentally spilled onto Yuan Shiyuan earlier, while the rest remained carefully preserved.
He kissed Yuan Shiyuan’s damp cheek tenderly, licking away the salty tears, then carefully lifted him and gently settled him into the corner of the sofa.
Ying Mingxi rose to retrieve his tools.
As he returned to the sofa after sealing the remaining pheromone in a sterilized container, he stared in astonishment at Yuan Shiyuan.
Yuan Shiyuan knelt between the dark leather cushions, his fair skin flushed with a delicate pink. Thick beads of sweat streamed from the exposed nape of his neck, pooling in a clear, glistening puddle between his knees.
Hearing the Alpha’s footsteps, Yuan Shiyuan looked up dazedly, his crimson-flushed face tilted upward. His long, damp lashes fluttered slowly, and his swollen lips parted slightly, a few glistening traces still clinging to the corners of his mouth.
Under the Alpha’s gaze, Yuan Shiyuan slowly raised his arms, revealing what he cradled in his hands.
His slender, pale fingers were pressed together, his palms cupped to hold a generous pool of fresh, milky-white S-rank pheromone.
Yet some still trickled through the gaps between his fingers, wetting his fingers, while a few careless drops fell onto his raw, chafed gland, triggering a subtle tremor.
“I… I just now…” Yuan Shiyuan stammered, still catching his breath, “… I just caught some…”
“It should… it should work.”
Ying Mingxi’s Adam’s apple bobbed violently as he placed the glass container on the coffee table.
He lifted Yuan Shiyuan into his arms again, cradling him gently against his chest.
Ying Mingxi fed Yuan Shiyuan some water to replenish his fluids and then fetched a bottle of glucose.
He coaxed the residual juice from a citrus lobe into Yuan Shiyuan’s slightly parted lips.
Yuan Shiyuan still clutched Silent Night obediently, trying his best not to spill any, a sight that the Alpha found utterly endearing.
“Such a good boy,” Ying Mingxi murmured, kissing the corner of Yuan Shiyuan’s eye and licking away the lingering tears. “Let’s start now. I’ll feed you all of Silent Night that Shiyuan caught.”
Yuan Shiyuan leaned back against the Alpha’s chest, his legs splayed across Ying Mingxi’s thighs.
The next step was straightforward. Ying Mingxi retrieved a sterilized syringe, drew up a portion of the liquid, and asked hesitantly, “Is this too much?”
“I don’t think so?”
Ying Mingxi had only filled half the syringe. Yuan Shiyuan didn’t want to waste time, but after a moment’s thought, he decided it was best to start with a small amount.
“Let’s start with this. If it’s not enough, we can draw more later,” he said.
“Alright, Shiyuan.”
Ying Mingxi agreed softly. Without warning, he parted his legs, settling into a wide, comfortable sitting position that left Yuan Shiyuan completely exposed.
His deep voice carried a hint of awkwardness. “But… this might be a bit tricky to manage.”
“I don’t have a free hand.”
“Shiyuan…”
Holding the tool, Ying Mingxi leaned in close, his thin lips brushing Yuan Shiyuan’s ear as he whispered urgently, “Could you help me by… opening it yourself?”
Yuan Shiyuan naturally couldn’t refuse. Asking someone else to do this would be even stranger.
He bent his leg, ensuring a clear view, then, with trembling fingers, untied the delicate black ribbon and completely spread it open.
Yuan Shiyuan watched intently as Ying Mingxi first tentatively pressed his fingertip against the opening.
It gaped slightly, clearly eager for nourishment.
But the Alpha didn’t rush. Only when it was slightly exposed, after a gentle bite, did Ying Mingxi say, “Looks like it’s ready.”
“Hmm?”
Yuan Shiyuan was about to speak when a sudden chill made him reflexively withdraw his hand, clutching his knees instead.
Looking down again, his pupils slowly widened.
Ying Mingxi had clearly done his homework beforehand, or perhaps he was simply skilled at caring for small creatures. His hands were remarkably steady.
Like making cream puffs: the freshly whipped cream, though now cool, remained perfectly usable. He loaded it into a syringe and injected it into the hollow center of the puff, completing the dessert.
As Yuan Shiyuan watched the syringe steadily push to the bottom of the vial, his breathing grew increasingly rapid, as if he might lose his balance. His toes curled downward, and his lower abdomen spasmed in sync.
When the needle was slowly withdrawn, it drew a slender, silver-bright thread that stretched a short distance before reluctantly breaking.
Being a novice, mistakes were inevitable.
Yuan Shiyuan, lacking prior experience, had managed to load part of the syringe successfully, but some of the liquid still leaked uncontrollably from the open gap, resulting in waste.
Yuan Shiyuan suddenly fell into an eerie silence.
Sensing something was amiss, Ying Mingxi swiftly set the syringe aside and urgently cupped Yuan Shiyuan’s face.
Yuan Shiyuan’s face was blank and dazed, his eyes veiled by a thick, heavy mist. Large tears rolled silently from the damp, reddened corners of his eyes. Perhaps from the cold, his entire body trembled in fine, rapid tremors.
He looked like a broken toy, lost in a daze, unable to recover his senses—a pitiful sight.
This, oddly enough, made Ying Mingxi chuckle. He lifted Yuan Shiyuan slightly, drawing him deeper into his embrace.
Sensing Yuan Shiyuan’s gentle bite, Ying Mingxi realized it was a sign of his awakening.
The Alpha lowered his head and kissed the tip of Yuan Shiyuan’s nose. “Do you really like it that much?”
Yuan Shiyuan looked at the Alpha with a delayed reaction, his red, swollen lips slightly parted, the tip of his tongue pressed against his teeth. He seemed unable to comprehend the meaning of the words, his mind blank for a long moment.
Ying Mingxi was quite surprised. Even such a small amount of his pheromone had elicited such a strong reaction from Yuan Shiyuan. It seemed Yuan Shiyuan had been right—he currently had a very high demand for S-rank pheromones.
Since Yuan Shiyuan hadn’t fully regained consciousness, Ying Mingxi hesitated to continue. He didn’t know whether he should proceed. Even this small amount had plunged Yuan Shiyuan into a dazed, trance-like state. If he used more… wouldn’t Yuan Shiyuan simply pass out?
Just as Ying Mingxi was about to take Yuan Shiyuan to the restroom for a shower, the tightly sealed door suddenly emitted a soft beep.
The room’s security was breached without warning, the door swiping open with a card!
No Alpha could tolerate such an intrusion into their territory. Ying Mingxi’s gentle aura instantly turned icy, his gaze locking onto the intruder with palpable hostility.
Ying Mingche entered the room, lazily twirling a room card between his fingers. His gaze swept over the disheveled room like a scanner, taking in the thick, nearly tangible pheromones that hung in the air. In an instant, he understood what had transpired.
Far from feeling like an intruder, he responded with even greater arrogance.
The sudden emergence of a third pheromone in the air, amidst the fierce conflict, seemed to restore a sliver of clarity to Yuan Shiyuan’s mind.
He gazed blankly ahead, his eyes locking with Ying Mingche’s, who had just entered the room.
When Ying Mingche took in the scene on the sofa, his blood seemed to freeze, his entire body stiffening instantly.
He had never seen Yuan Shiyuan so clearly before, and now he found himself utterly unable to tear his gaze away.
Yuan Shiyuan was seated on his brother’s lap, his knees spread wide apart. Given their vast height and build differences, Yuan Shiyuan’s legs hung limply beside the dark trousers, his delicate, rounded toes barely touching the floor.
From Ying Mingche’s vantage point, everything was laid bare.
There was nowhere to hide.
Xiao Xue, previously tightly sealed, had inexplicably parted slightly.
As Yuan Shiyuan took shallow breaths, gulping air, something foreign was being forced outward…
Not to mention Yuan Shiyuan’s drenched state, as if he had just been pulled from the water. Strands of pale pink hair clung damply to his flushed cheeks and neck, the flimsy, sheer dress offering no concealment, looking utterly drenched.
Completely exposed, utterly vulnerable before another Alpha!
No wonder the empathic connection had been so intense moments earlier—they were doing this.
Ying Mingche didn’t know whether to laugh or seethe. He had been reaching out to Yuan Shiyuan like a clown, only to be met with silence. So this was what Yuan Shiyuan had been up to: being thoroughly pampered by his brother.
Jealousy burned fiercely, threatening to shatter his reason, quickly replaced by a strange, subtle excitement.
Ying Mingche stared at Yuan Shiyuan’s dazed, confused expression, his thick lashes wet and clumped together, his rosy lips parted unconsciously, letting out broken moans.
He wanted to mock them again, to put on a show, but his body betrayed him first, acting on instinct.
Just then, Yuan Shiyuan’s sluggish mind seemed to snap back to awareness. He answered Ying Mingxi’s earlier question.
“I like…” he murmured, tilting his head back to nuzzle Ying Mingxi’s jaw, lost in his own world, “I like Brother Mingxi’s Silent Night.”
This time, Ying Mingche truly laughed in anger.
He sneered and strode forward two steps, his attitude arrogant, completely oblivious to his status as an intruder.
Still dazed, Yuan Shiyuan instinctively sensed danger. He looked ahead, only to see a familiar face.
“…Brother Mingxi?” Yuan Shiyuan called out, bewildered.
When fully lucid, Yuan Shiyuan could easily distinguish between the two brothers. But now, overwhelmed by the dual assault of S-rank pheromones, he couldn’t tell them apart.
He stared at the familiar face, his pupils contracting slightly in shock. Regaining some composure, he instinctively turned his head to seek another anchor…
Only to see an identical face.
Two identical faces, their eyes now brimming with the same dark intensity, had him trapped between them.
Before Yuan Shiyuan could fully process the situation, a large hand suddenly seized his ankle. The scalding heat made his entire body tremble. Then, a warm, enveloping sensation coiled around him.
He looked down in bewilderment, his gaze colliding with the Alpha’s eyes—eyes brimming with possessive jealousy yet strangely alight with feverish excitement.
Sensing Yuan Shiyuan’s shock and resistance, the Alpha’s primal jealousy erupted in a twisted frenzy.
As if desperate to seize his attention, Ying Mingche deliberately bit Yuan Shiyuan, then ground his teeth lightly, yet insistently, against his skin.
“Mmm—!”
Still reeling from the shock, Yuan Shiyuan couldn’t withstand such a touch. The bite instantly sent a strange, tingling current coursing through his skin, like the final straw breaking his already fragile nerves.
A short, uncontrollable whimper escaped his throat. His eyes rolled abruptly upward, revealing their whites, and his soft tongue lolled out of his mouth.
A faint yellow fluid arced smoothly through the air without warning.
Ying Mingche, standing mere inches away, had no time to dodge.
He froze, his pupils dilating with genuine shock.
The air filled with Yuan Shiyuan’s overwhelming, uncontrolled scent, most of it landing directly on Ying Mingche…
…giving him the absurdly intense illusion of being “marked” by Yuan Shiyuan in the most primal way.
Yuan Shiyuan, in this state…
…had lost control?!!
In that instant, an indescribable surge of exhilaration swept through him!
The sensory amplification from their shared empathy instantly doubled this intense pleasure. The Alphas, who all shared the same face, stared first at the puddle on the ground, then jerked their gazes back to Yuan Shiyuan’s dazed face.
Their bodies and minds ignited, boiling over completely.