Pretending to Be an Alpha in an All-Alpha Boy Band - Chapter 84

Chapter 84: Pheromone Exchange

“Did you… pee yourself?” Ying Mingche asked, feigning ignorance, his voice rising with amusement. He stared intently into Yuan Shiyuan’s dazed, unfocused eyes, then knelt and leaned forward, trying to get a clearer look.

Just as he was about to reach for Yuan Shiyuan’s calf, a foot planted firmly on his shoulder, stopping him mid-motion with unmistakable force.

The single action rooted Ying Mingche to the spot, too afraid to move even an inch.

“…”

Yuan Shiyuan remained lost in the lingering afterglow, struggling to steady his breath. Yet even in this dazed state, the disdain in his wet eyes was unmistakably clear as he glanced at Ying Mingche—especially when his gaze landed on the Alpha’s soaked shirt.

“You… you peed on me, and I didn’t say a word,” Ying Mingche stammered in disbelief. “Now you’re looking down on me?”

His wounded feelings mixed with a bitter sense of injustice. When his eyes fell on his own drenched coat lying at the edge of the sofa, his anger finally erupted. “You wore my coat to see my brother?!”

Ying Mingche had originally planned to use the coat—which he’d deliberately left in Yuan Shiyuan’s room—as an excuse to double back and pester Yuan Shiyuan into letting him stay. But Yuan Shiyuan had vanished completely, leaving him empty-handed.

He never imagined the jacket he’d deliberately left behind, saturated with his pheromones, would become a prop for Yuan Shiyuan’s secret rendezvous with his own brother!

Wave after wave of empathetic resonance nearly caused him to lose composure in the corridor.

What is this? Am I just a tool for their amusement?

If Yuan Shiyuan took my jacket, why didn’t he just invite me too?

After all, he and his brother look exactly alike. Anything his brother can give, I can give more of, more intensely.

Ying Mingche’s jealousy burned hotter with each passing thought.

Too bad Yuan Shiyuan always favors his brother. He gives everything to him but never spares a glance for me, not even a pretense of courtesy.

Like now, treating him like an invisible man with his perfunctory indifference.

Yuan Shiyuan simply couldn’t be bothered to listen to Ying Mingche, let alone respond.

He curled up comfortably, his lush, dewy lashes trembling slightly, Ying Mingche’s voice buzzing at his ear like formless white noise.

Yuan Shiyuan drew his knees to his chest, nestling closer into Ying Mingxi’s embrace, burying his face deeper into his brother’s neck.

Closing his eyes, he luxuriated in the sated fullness of the S-rank pheromone, reveling in the indolent comfort of being utterly satisfied.

Of course, Yuan Shiyuan’s deliberate disregard for Ying Mingche also stemmed from a touch of pique.

If Ying Mingche hadn’t suddenly appeared, I wouldn’t have been so startled I peed myself…

Well, not exactly scared—more like… overwhelmed with pleasure.

Yuan Shiyuan couldn’t bear the humiliation of losing control in front of two Alphas. He squeezed his eyes shut, feigning ignorance and stillness, pretending nothing had happened.

Sensing Yuan Shiyuan’s shame, Ying Mingxi held him firmly. He wrapped one arm around Yuan Shiyuan’s neck, his fingertips gently kneading his nape with soothing pressure. His other hand slowly patted Yuan Shiyuan’s slightly trembling spine, silently prolonging the tender afterglow of their shared intimacy.

“It’s alright,” Ying Mingxi murmured softly. “Shiyuan, you did so well just now.”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“We… we both really enjoyed it.”

Though Ying Mingxi used “we,” his actions and gaze completely excluded Ying Mingche.

Their blatant intimacy ignited Ying Mingche’s jealousy and bitterness. It was bad enough that Yuan Shiyuan ignored him, treating him like air. But to see Yuan Shiyuan only showing affection to his brother…

It made him feel like an outsider.

Ying Mingche felt as if he’d swallowed a lemon whole, his insides twisting with sourness. Yet simultaneously, he vividly experienced the shared comfort transmitted through their empathic connection… This created an unbearable conflict within him.

With Yuan Shiyuan cradled in his arms, Ying Mingxi subtly cupped Yuan Shiyuan’s cheek, blocking Ying Mingche’s gaze.

“Go take a bath first,” he said softly. “Shiyuan is very particular about cleanliness.”

Ying Mingche knew perfectly well that Yuan Shiyuan would never let him touch him.

But he wasn’t the only one who had been all over Yuan Shiyuan. “Then I’ll take him to bathe with me.”

The suite happened to have a spacious bathtub, giving Ying Mingche a perfectly legitimate excuse to hold Yuan Shiyuan close. In the steamy, humid air, he could wash away all traces of what didn’t belong to him…

Ying Mingche reached out, only to have his hand blocked by Ying Mingxi.

Ying Mingxi pulled Yuan Shiyuan possessively into his arms, encircling him protectively.

The air froze instantly.

Two identical faces turned cold simultaneously. Their gazes clashed in mid-air, sparking silent, crackling tension.

Ying Mingche saw the deep, inviolable possessiveness in Ying Mingxi’s eyes, like a male beast guarding its mate.

Clenching his jaw, Ying Mingche ultimately relented, not because of the other’s intimidation.

He knew all too well that if he made a scene, he would only disgust Yuan Shiyuan.

It would only make Yuan Shiyuan prefer his brother even more, seeing him as gentle and considerate while Ying Mingche appeared like a crude, unreasonable brute.

Swallowing his seething anger, Ying Mingche grabbed the sopping, pheromone-drenched jacket lying on the edge of the sofa.

He turned abruptly and strode toward the restroom, even his retreating figure radiating restless resentment.

Approximately five minutes passed. Yuan Shiyuan remained nestled quietly in Ying Mingxi’s arms, appearing to be asleep. His fingers alternately clutched and relaxed against the Alpha’s chest, the movements so gentle they left no creases on the fabric.

His eyelashes were damp, and his breath came in small, shallow gasps. Occasionally, he would startle awake, trembling slightly.

All these reactions, this dependence, stemmed from Ying Mingxi himself.

A strange, almost sated sense of accomplishment swelled in Ying Mingxi’s chest. He lowered his head, nuzzling his nose affectionately against Yuan Shiyuan’s cheek, and tightened his embrace.

Their bodies pressed together seamlessly, as if they were truly a pair of inseparable, passionately in love lovers.

Just as Ying Mingxi was savoring this tender moment, he suddenly felt an abrupt surge of heat rapidly receding.

A vein pulsed on his forehead, his brow furrowed, and his gaze snapped toward the restroom.

The arm encircling Yuan Shiyuan’s waist tightened involuntarily. Ying Mingxi’s breathing grew ragged, and unable to control himself, he buried his face in Yuan Shiyuan’s neck, panting.

…

Ying Mingche’s arrival was bad enough, but he had to come at a moment like this…

No wonder he had taken his jacket with him when he went to shower. The upper half of the jacket was saturated with Yuan Shiyuan’s pheromones—how could Ying Mingche possibly resist?

Despite Ying Mingxi’s strenuous efforts to restrain himself, his overwhelming presence still caused Yuan Shiyuan, who was resting, to frown. He keenly sensed danger, recognizing the warning signs of an imminent attack.

Though acutely sensitive to such assaults, Yuan Shiyuan lacked the strength to even speak, feeling utterly drained after being fed such a concentrated dose of pheromones. His entire body felt limp and powerless, his head swimming.

Several more minutes passed before Yuan Shiyuan softly called out, “Brother Mingxi.”

Ying Mingxi, noticing Yuan Shiyuan’s sidelong glance at the glass container, lowered his head and asked, “Do you want more?”

“Mm… I don’t feel full yet.”

“Then should we continue? Though this batch has already cooled down.” Ying Mingxi said gently, “Do you need a fresh supply? I can provide it anytime.”

Yuan Shiyuan frowned. “No.”

He realized his appetite was voracious, but this method of pheromone feeding terrified him.

He could distinctly feel the S-rank pheromones being injected into his body, filling every limb and bone, as if every pore on his skin was being fed, saturated with the Alpha’s scent.

The resulting pleasure was… even more terrifying than a temporary mark.

Yuan Shiyuan certainly enjoyed pleasure, but too much pleasure frightened him. Especially after the recent loss of control, he realized his body was far more sensitive than he had ever imagined.

“It’s fine if you don’t want more. Your stomach already puffed up after just one tube.”

Ying Mingxi pressed his large palm gently against Yuan Shiyuan’s slightly swollen abdomen, applying light pressure. Hearing a soft hum escape Yuan Shiyuan’s nose, he remarked, “Shiyuan, your skin is too thin.”

“Hmm,” Yuan Shiyuan murmured, his voice tinged with post-coital languor. “So maybe smaller portions more often? Or just less overall?”

“If you get too full, you won’t absorb it properly,” Yuan Shiyuan speculated, though this was just his guess.

Ying Mingxi nodded obediently. “You said you have a high demand for S-rank pheromones. Would this method help alleviate your cravings?”

“It should…” Yuan Shiyuan paused, a flicker of worry crossing his eyes.

He could distinctly feel a fervent warmth deep within his abdomen, as if Silent Night’s S-rank pheromones were being greedily consumed.

Yet still… it wasn’t enough.

Far from enough.

He craved pheromones that were fresher, hotter, and in far greater quantities.

The brutal truth lay before him: he could instantly discern whether pheromones were fresh, even those Ying Mingxi had just produced.

This realization forced him to confront reality: only the most direct, intimate exchange of S-rank pheromones could truly satisfy his needs. Just as the doctor had said, only such pheromones could effectively help him endure his heat period.

Yuan Shiyuan’s mind was in chaos. Unconsciously, he parted his knees, his gaze drawn downward with a mixture of curiosity and struggle, toward Ying Mingxi’s meticulously maintained tools.

One glance was enough. He tore his gaze away in despair.

Never mind, he thought. I’ll worry about that later. For now, letting him use this thing to feed me pheromones feels pretty damn good.

After sitting in that position for too long, Yuan Shiyuan grew tired of his aching legs and simply turned sideways, snuggling into the Alpha’s arms.

Only then did he realize his palms were slick with sweat. Seizing the chance when the Alpha wasn’t looking, he discreetly wiped his hands on Ying Mingxi’s body.

Ying Mingxi pretended not to notice the little maneuver, his large hand continuing to stroke Yuan Shiyuan’s slightly swollen abdomen, savoring the soft curve of his belly now full of pheromones.

“Will I get pregnant?”

“Wh-what?”

Yuan Shiyuan’s eyes widened with shock and terror. He hadn’t even considered that possibility!

After a brief stunned silence, he replied uncertainly, “I… I don’t think so? I’m only nineteen and still in school…”

“Only nineteen,” Ying Mingxi murmured, a gentle smile curving his lips as his fingertips softly traced the slight bulge of Yuan Shiyuan’s belly. “And already carrying my child.”

Yuan Shiyuan abruptly lifted his head, staring at Ying Mingxi in shock. Ying Mingxi maintained his usual gentle and refined demeanor, as if the crude remark he’d just made had been a figment of Yuan Shiyuan’s imagination.

Yuan Shiyuan’s exaggerated reaction drew a soft chuckle from Ying Mingxi. Cupping Yuan Shiyuan’s chin, he pressed a reassuring kiss to the corner of his lips. “I was just teasing you.”

“Don’t worry, you won’t get pregnant.”

“I took the pills.”

“…”

“How could I let you bear such a risk?”

Though Ying Mingxi’s voice remained gentle, it possessed a soothing, almost magical quality. He drew Yuan Shiyuan back into his arms, lightly patting his back as he murmured soothingly, “Our Shiyuan is still so young.”

Yuan Shiyuan, however, remained stunned by Ying Mingxi’s earlier crude jest, unable to fully recover.

“Did you really take them?”

“Yes, I really did.”

Since Ying Mingxi hadn’t taken the pills in front of Yuan Shiyuan, Yuan Shiyuan’s skepticism was understandable. Ying Mingxi pulled a blister pack from his other pocket, revealing two empty slots.

Yuan Shiyuan held up the blister pack, examining the instructions and efficacy information on the back. “Does this stuff actually work? The leaflet says one pill is enough. Why did you take two?”

“Taking two can slightly reduce sensitivity.”

If not for this reason, how could Ying Mingxi have resisted the allure of Yuan Shiyuan for so long? He explained, “Extending the duration also gives Shiyuan more Silent Nights.”

“……”

Yuan Shiyuan frowned, sensing an oddly viscous tone in Ying Mingxi’s voice when he called him by name.

But he didn’t dwell on it, his attention drawn instead to the drug’s effects. “So it’s that amazing?”

If I take two, it can actually lower sensitivity?

“Brother Mingxi, do you have any left? Can I have some?” Yuan Shiyuan looked up at him. “It might come in handy later.”

Just in case I accidentally hook up with another Alpha, I’d need them to take it beforehand as a precaution. Although the doctor had said his reproductive organs weren’t fully developed yet, making it impossible for an Alpha to successfully impregnate him unless they forcibly breached his womb.

Right now, I’m simply not capable of conceiving.

Still, given the risk of unprotected sex, it was better to be safe than sorry.

The smile on Ying Mingxi’s face froze for a fraction of a second, then quickly melted back into place. “Don’t worry, I always carry them with me. If you ever need them, you can use me whenever you want.”

“But Shiyuan, are you planning to use these with other Alphas?”

Before Yuan Shiyuan could answer, Ying Mingxi handed him the blister pack, his tone almost solicitous. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked. But I didn’t bring any spares—this is all I have left.”

“Alphas only need one pill at a time… There are four left. Will that be enough for you, Shiyuan?”

Four pills… That should be enough, right?

Yuan Shiyuan suddenly realized: four pills remaining… besides him and Ying Mingxi, there were exactly four members left in Scepter!

One pill for each of them. Just perfect.

“It’s enough.”

Yuan Shiyuan took the blister pack and set it temporarily on the coffee table before nuzzling his face against Ying Mingxi’s cheek. “Brother Mingxi, you’re so good.”

Ying Mingxi chuckled. “Is that all it takes to be ‘good’?”

“Not just that.” Yuan Shiyuan leaned his head against the Alpha’s shoulder, speaking earnestly. “In a situation like that, it’s so hard for an Alpha to control himself… But you did. You didn’t come in.”

If Ying Mingxi had accidentally slipped inside…

Yuan Shiyuan wouldn’t have been able to stop him.

Surrounded by S-rank pheromones, Yuan Shiyuan’s mind swam with pleasure and a craving for more. Refusing was out of the question—not even actively welcoming it would have been enough.

Seeing Yuan Shiyuan nuzzle his jawline, Ying Mingxi chuckled, “Is this a reward for my restraint?”

“Believe what you want,” Yuan Shiyuan replied, his voice husky and languid with satisfaction. “Anyway, I’m quite pleased. It’s very… useful.”

The remark could easily be misinterpreted, implying that Ying Mingxi himself was “useful.” Yuan Shiyuan quickly clarified, “I meant your Silent Night.”

The clarification only widened the smile on Ying Mingxi’s face. Yet the sustained empathic connection continued to relentlessly taunt his nerves.

He took a steadying breath, suppressing the surging heat, and leaned closer to Yuan Shiyuan’s ear. His voice, carefully controlled, asked, “Since you’re so pleased… Shiyuan, may I have some of your pheromones?” His tone was almost pleading, as if begging for a favor.

Yuan Shiyuan possessed exceptional control over his pheromones. Aside from the trace amounts in his saliva and sweat, he could completely suppress their release if he chose.

His pheromones were faint, yet they effortlessly stirred an Alpha’s instincts. Even the slightest trace was enough to intoxicate an Alpha.

Ying Mingxi had always craved Yuan Shiyuan’s pheromones, but he feared Yuan Shiyuan would refuse. He only dared to tentatively ask after serving Yuan Shiyuan to his satisfaction.

“Sure,” Yuan Shiyuan agreed without hesitation.

The fresh, Bluebell-infused fruit scent erupted like an overripe fruit bursting open. Its intense, ripe aroma filled the room, almost tangible, carrying the Omega’s unique, irresistible allure.

The moment Ying Mingxi inhaled Yuan Shiyuan’s pheromones, his pupils dilated. He hadn’t expected such generosity. His body reacted even faster than his mind; his own white tea pheromone spiraled out of control, desperately entwining itself around Yuan Shiyuan’s, almost pleading for a response.

Simultaneously, another primal urge surfaced: a yearning for submission, a craving to be marked.

Yuan Shiyuan could clearly sense the Alpha’s yearning within Ying Mingxi’s pheromones. Ying Mingxi desperately wanted him to reciprocate with his own pheromones.

Ying Mingxi had been running himself ragged all day. Even if he hadn’t accomplished anything significant, his hard work deserved some acknowledgement, and a simple response would have been easy.

But Yuan Shiyuan had completely forgotten the euphoric, almost spiritual pleasure that arose from the fusion of pheromones between highly compatible individuals. Even in a simple embrace, the two pheromone streams, exchanging at a feverish pace, were like dry kindling meeting a roaring flame. They erupted in each other’s minds with a sudden, overwhelming burst of ecstasy.

Though the pheromone exchange remained invisible, a surge of electric current coursed violently through Yuan Shiyuan’s limbs, instantly blanking his mind. Overwhelmed by the excess of S-rank pheromones, his body convulsed violently.

The tears he had barely managed to stem broke free once more, sliding from the corners of his reddened eyes. Perhaps from crying too many times, the tears that now flowed were sparser and thinner. The faint, translucent droplets arced irregularly through the air, dampening the toes of Ying Mingxi’s shoes.

Yuan Shiyuan turned his head in a daze, only to meet Ying Mingxi’s deep, lust-filled gaze. Fortunately, only Ying Mingxi’s unruly lower body was attacking him; Ying Mingxi himself was still struggling to maintain his rationality, refraining from any further transgressions.

Ying Mingxi remained trustworthy, a good Alpha.

Just then, a heavy thud echoed from the restroom, shattering the silence of the room.

Sadly, no one noticed.

The pair on the sofa were lost in the exchange of pheromones, neither paying any attention to the insignificant noise.

Ying Mingxi struggled to steady his breathing, his gaze locked intently on Yuan Shiyuan’s hand, glistening with a thin layer of moisture. His throat bobbed with difficulty as he said, “Shiyuan, your hand… it seems you’ve gotten something on it.”

“Shall I lick it clean for you?” he asked, his eyes burning with almost feverish desire.

The air crackled with the intense intermingling of white tea and Bluebell pheromones, filling the room with a dizzying sweetness. But then, another, overwhelmingly dominant green tea pheromone burst in like an uninvited guest.

This green tea pheromone radiated undisguised possessiveness, greedily coiling around Yuan Shiyuan’s senses. It repeatedly teased and lured him while simultaneously attempting to strip away the white tea pheromone clinging to him!

Yuan Shiyuan was momentarily stunned by this sudden pheromone competition.

Ying Mingxi took his silence as consent.

He captured Yuan Shiyuan’s translucent, damp fingertip in his mouth and began to slowly, deliberately lick it, tracing from the tip to the base of the finger, drawing out a wet, smacking sound. With his patient attention, the foreign substance was quickly removed.

Click.

The restroom door finally swung open.

The Alpha, bearing an identical face to Ying Mingxi, wore only a bathrobe, its belt loosely tied, revealing a broad expanse of damp, dew-kissed abdominal muscles.

As Ying Mingche approached Yuan Shiyuan, he deliberately widened his neckline, as if seducing him, an “accidental” display. Like a male courting, he relentlessly showcased the fruits of years of rigorous training.

But when he saw Ying Mingxi’s preemptive move—his brazen actions and Yuan Shiyuan’s dazed, pheromone-intoxicated state—the pent-up jealousy and resentment finally shattered his composure.

Ying Mingche had endured enough of being ignored.

The Alpha strode forward, seized Yuan Shiyuan’s ankle, and tugged him slightly in his direction.

“Ah-ooh!”

Yuan Shiyuan, who had been nestled securely in Ying Mingxi’s arms, was caught off guard by the sudden movement and slid heavily down the Citrus Lobe a short distance.

Ying Mingxi’s expression twisted abruptly, and both he and Ying Mingche let out stifled groans.

To prevent Yuan Shiyuan from sliding further, Ying Mingche simply hooked Yuan Shiyuan’s knees over his shoulders.

He tilted his head back to gaze up at Yuan Shiyuan, a naked smile spreading across his face. “What are you two sneaking around doing behind my back?”

“Why didn’t you invite me?”