Pretending to Be an Alpha in an All-Alpha Boy Band - Chapter 92

Chapter 92: Sports Watch

This atmosphere… why does it feel like catching someone in the act?

Yuan Shiyuan had always known his skin was fair and easily marked, but when someone else noticed the unusual marks—and that someone was his childhood friend, Jiang Heng—an indescribable unease washed over him.

It felt like being caught red-handed while having an affair, caught by a familiar friend.

“Who did this?” Yuan Shiyuan repeated the question, but before he could answer, Jiang Heng pulled him into a tight embrace.

During Yuan Shiyuan’s moment of distraction, Jiang Heng had apparently conjured up his own explanation, somehow managing to soothe himself. His hot breath brushed against Yuan Shiyuan’s ear, and he could clearly feel the Alpha’s body trembling.

After a moment, Jiang Heng buried his face deeply in Yuan Shiyuan’s neck, as if trying to deceive himself. “It’s okay, you don’t have to tell me,” he murmured.

“I’ll pretend I didn’t see anything.”

“……”

Yuan Shiyuan was utterly baffled.

Was this something he couldn’t talk about?

Or had Jiang Heng already started acting the role of the official boyfriend?

In the script, when the official boyfriend first suspects his lover is cheating, his initial reaction is disbelief, self-deception, and denial. He pretends not to see anything, clinging to the delusional hope that his lover is merely seeking temporary excitement and will eventually tire of the affair and return home.

Since Jiang Heng didn’t ask, Yuan Shiyuan saw no need to elaborate.

Shortly after finishing lunch, lulled by the gentle rain outside, he felt drowsiness creeping in. He nestled into the Alpha’s arms, found a comfortable spot, and prepared to sleep.

But Jiang Heng grasped his chin, tilting his face upward.

Just moments ago, Jiang Heng had insisted he didn’t need to know, that he would pretend ignorance. Now he pressed again, “Were you… practicing with them?”

“Practicing with them… so that’s why you’re… bitten like this?” He seemed unsure how to phrase it, perhaps even he found the explanation absurdly laughable.

Did practice really require Yuan Shiyuan to be gnawed on like this?

“Mhm, mhm, that’s it,” Yuan Shiyuan replied evasively. He couldn’t very well admit he was craving S-rank pheromones, could he?

At least “practice” sounded respectable.

Jiang Heng had originally assumed this “practice” would be limited to kissing, like they had done before. He never imagined the others had secretly taken such drastic leaps forward, pushing things to this extreme.

What surprised him most was that Yuan Shiyuan had accepted it… If Yuan Shiyuan could accept them, then perhaps he could too?

“Besides kissing, is it possible to practice other things?” Jiang Heng asked, testing the waters once more, as if seeking confirmation.

“Of course,” Yuan Shiyuan replied readily.

After practicing for a while, Yuan Shiyuan had largely overcome his aversion to intimate contact with Alphas. As long as it wasn’t the real thing, he could handle it.

As for the other Alphas in the group, their progress varied, with most still needing more practice and improvement.

Having received a definite answer, Jiang Heng ventured, “Then… shall we practice now?”

“Sure,” Yuan Shiyuan glanced at his smartwatch. It was still early. “Practice what? Kissing again?”

“No.” Jiang Heng paused, his ears burning, but he managed to keep his voice steady. “Let’s practice… lovemaking.”

“Huh?”

“Didn’t you say there’s a scene in the script where they do it by the floor-to-ceiling windows? It’s just like our current setup.” Jiang Heng’s tone grew increasingly strained.

“That’s… moving fast, isn’t it?”

Although Yuan Shiyuan had engaged in borderline activities with other Alphas, he hadn’t specifically practiced sex scenes before. He was curious: “Can you handle it?”

Yuan Shiyuan himself was fine—it wasn’t like they were actually going to do it.

But he wondered if Jiang Heng could overcome his mental block.

He soon found out.

Jiang Heng cupped Yuan Shiyuan’s face, tucked a stray pink strand of hair behind his ear, and lowered his head to kiss Yuan Shiyuan’s lips.

Then, Jiang Heng began to kiss Yuan Shiyuan lower down.

Wet kisses landed on his chin, jawline, and the side of his neck. Near Yuan Shiyuan’s Adam’s apple, Jiang Heng tentatively took it between his lips and sucked lightly.

Yuan Shiyuan hadn’t felt much at first, but when Jiang Heng nipped at his throat, he couldn’t help but let out a soft groan. His fingers clenched tightly into the fabric of the Alpha’s waist, and his breathing became uneven.

He took small, measured breaths to calm himself, his eyes wide with shock. “Is this really necessary?” he asked.

He had never realized his Adam’s apple was so sensitive…

Compared to Yuan Shiyuan’s shock, Jiang Heng seemed even more embarrassed and irritated by his own actions. He avoided Yuan Shiyuan’s gaze, burying his face in the crook of Yuan Shiyuan’s neck, his voice softening.

“…Before we actually do it, there should be some foreplay,” he said, pausing before adding, “But I’m not very good at it.”

The intimate scenes that could be shown on camera mostly consisted of this kind of soothing foreplay. What came after was left to the audience’s imagination.

Jiang Heng’s explanation made sense.

Yuan Shiyuan accepted it, but he gave Jiang Heng a warning glance.

“Licking is okay,” he emphasized, “but don’t bite me.”

When Jiang Heng licked Yuan Shiyuan’s Adam’s apple, Yuan Shiyuan felt only a mild, ticklish sensation that he could tolerate. But when Jiang Heng gently gnawed and rubbed his teeth against it, the electrifying jolt was unbearable.

“Okay, no biting,” Jiang Heng murmured, stealing a glance at the faint crease between Yuan Shiyuan’s brows. His heart stirred slightly, and he lowered his head to nuzzle Yuan Shiyuan’s cheek.

“No biting… means I can do anything else?”

“Mm-hmm.”

As long as it doesn’t go all the way, Yuan Shiyuan can handle it.

No sooner had the words left his lips than Jiang Heng lifted Yuan Shiyuan’s shirt, his gaze locking onto Yuan Shiyuan’s right side like a hawk eyeing its prey.

“What’s wrong?” Yuan Shiyuan tilted his head to follow Jiang Heng’s gaze.

Jiang Heng’s fingertip traced the indented edge. “This side is sunken in.”

The other side, however, showed a clear bulge, the color darker, overlaid with the distinct mark of another Alpha’s teeth.

Though he hadn’t gotten a straight answer from Yuan Shiyuan, Jiang Heng could now guess who was responsible.

It was almost certainly Ying Mingche.

“Mine isn’t like that,” Jiang Heng said, as if desperate to prove something. He tore off his shirt to show Yuan Shiyuan.

Shedding his pajamas, the S-rank alpha’s honed physique lay bare before Yuan Shiyuan’s gaze. His sculpted form, marked by rigorous training, revealed defined abdominal muscles that rippled with each breath, forming lines of raw power.

The alpha’s natural tan, stark against Yuan Shiyuan’s porcelain skin, created a striking contrast in both complexion and build.

Yuan Shiyuan casually glanced over him, then withdrew his gaze, remarking nonchalantly, “Oh? Is that so? I never noticed. I suppose I could figure it out.”

“I’ll help you.”

True to his word, Jiang Heng kissed Yuan Shiyuan’s lips before lowering his head to bury his face against him. His thin lips pressed against the soft hollow there, his teeth gently nipping at the edge.

“Wait—” Yuan Shiyuan, caught off guard, instinctively reached out to stop him.

Jiang Heng paused, tilting his head to meet Yuan Shiyuan’s gaze, his dark, fathomless eyes locking onto his.

Locked in mutual gaze, he began kissing Yuan Shiyuan with tentative, probing touches.

The intensity of the kisses brought a sharp sting to the corners of Yuan Shiyuan’s eyes.

A single hot tear dripped onto the pale pink flesh between Jiang Heng’s teeth. The tear was swiftly licked away, accompanied by a wet, sucking sound.

How could this… be so strange?

Yuan Shiyuan frowned slightly, looking down at Jiang Heng from his perspective. The angle was utterly bizarre, the sensations utterly foreign…

Before long, he had no time to ponder further. Perhaps from kneeling too long in the same position, his legs began to waver.

Instinctively, Yuan Shiyuan reached out and cradled Jiang Heng’s head, pressing Jiang Heng’s face closer as if seeking support.

Rain pattered against the glass window, filling Yuan Shiyuan’s ears with a steady, murmuring hiss. He bit his finger, his eyes slitting slightly, while his other hand threaded through the Alpha’s wet hair. His flushed face glowed with an almost indulgent haze.

Gazing through the rain-blurred window, he felt the world itself had become hazy and indistinct.

Could anyone see us?

The flesh between Jiang Heng’s teeth had deepened to a ripe crimson, glistening with moisture. As Yuan Shiyuan lowered his head in a daze, Jiang Heng deliberately stuck out his tongue, flaunting his work.

“No…” Yuan Shiyuan actually answered the question seriously. “The glass is one-way. They can’t see in from the outside.”

“That’s perfect.” Jiang Heng’s voice grew increasingly slurred. “We’re completely safe to do whatever we want.”

Soon, Jiang Heng ended the kiss, a glistening silver thread stretching between the tip of his tongue and Yuan Shiyuan’s swollen, crimson flesh. It stretched briefly into the air before snapping silently against Yuan Shiyuan’s skin.

Yuan Shiyuan instinctively shuddered.

“All better now,” Jiang Heng said, lifting his head. His handsome face was flushed an unnatural red, his eyes darting away, his entire body tense. “It’s not… sunken anymore.”

The original asymmetry had been forcibly corrected.

Due to his low melanin levels, Yuan Shiyuan’s skin was either pale or pink. But now, the flesh that had been as pale pink as his fingertips had swollen high like a ripe berry, its surface a vibrant red veiled with the raw marks of forced ripening.

Both the color and the tooth marks etched upon it far surpassed the other side in intensity.

“Mm…” Yuan Shiyuan blinked his tear-glazed eyes, his voice hesitant. “Thank you?”

Jiang Heng froze, then pressed his thin, glistening lips together.

He murmured a clipped “Hmm,” turning his head away to avoid eye contact, though the tips of his ears flushed a delicate crimson.

Yuan Shiyuan hadn’t felt particularly awkward at first, but Jiang Heng’s reaction made him self-conscious too.

He nonchalantly looked out the window, only to be suddenly pulled into Jiang Heng’s arms and settled into a back-to-chest position on Jiang Heng’s lap.

“How does that feel?” Jiang Heng’s voice carried a barely perceptible tremor, as if he were meticulously reviewing Yuan Shiyuan’s aftereffects, recording every nuance.

“Not bad,” Yuan Shiyuan answered honestly. What he didn’t say was that it would be even better if the other side got some attention too, for a more even distribution.

Right now, only one side felt pleasantly numb and tingly, leaving him feeling like he was shortchanging the other.

Jiang Heng’s face lit up with visible delight.

Observing Yuan Shiyuan’s expression, he deliberately released his pheromones, a rich Cabernet Sauvignon scent slowly enveloping Yuan Shiyuan, while he intently monitored Yuan Shiyuan’s reaction.

Seeing Yuan Shiyuan’s expression remain unchanged, Jiang Heng fell silent for a moment, then stopped releasing his pheromones.

“Don’t you like my pheromones anymore?” he asked softly. “You used to.”

“It’s not that I don’t like them,” Yuan Shiyuan replied. Having experienced pheromones of far greater concentration before, the superficial scent lingering on the surface no longer stirred his emotions.

“So you do like them?” Jiang Heng seized on a glimmer of hope. “When you went to the hospital… did you have a follow-up appointment? What did the doctor say? If you still need S-rank pheromones, I can go back to the hospital and have some extracted for you.”

“I can satisfy you.”

Yuan Shiyuan knew Jiang Heng meant well, and his earnestness moved him deeply. But…

“I can’t turn to you,” he sighed, deciding to confide partially in his friend. “I do need S-rank pheromones. But what I truly desire, you can’t give me.”

“I can give it to you. Is my pheromone level not high enough? Or is it that…”

Yuan Shiyuan raised his hand, pressed his index and middle fingers together, and gently placed them against the Alpha’s lips, signaling him to be quiet.

Jiang Heng froze instantly, swallowing all his words.

“It has nothing to do with your pheromone rank.”

Yuan Shiyuan didn’t know how to broach the subject, so he simply released a faint wisp of his pheromones.

A delicate scent of Bluebell fruit spread, instantly overwhelming the Cabernet Sauvignon pheromone lingering in the air, triggering its primal instinct to submit.

Jiang Heng’s pupils dilated, and he violently turned his head away, gasping for breath as his entire body trembled uncontrollably.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hide this from you.”

Seeing Jiang Heng’s reaction, Yuan Shiyuan knew he must be shocked, perhaps even angry, or disgusted by his true gender.

With immense effort, Jiang Heng barely managed to suppress his nearly uncontrollable victory response.

He stared at Yuan Shiyuan in disbelief. “You’re just casually telling me something this important?”

Yuan Shiyuan met his gaze. “How is it casual? You’re important to me—not just some stranger.”

Jiang Heng’s heart skipped a beat.

A flicker of emotion stirred within him, and he pulled Yuan Shiyuan into a tight hug.

Yuan Shiyuan returned the gesture with brotherly affection, lightly bumping his fist against the Alpha’s back.

“Our memories are precious, and I’m so glad I met you,” Yuan Shiyuan said, returning the hug with force. “We’ll be best bros for life!”

Jiang Heng fell silent.

The faint spark of hope that had just ignited was crushed to dust by those three words: “best bros for life.”

Outside, the rain intensified, the heavy drops drumming against the glass window with a dull thud, each one striking Jiang Heng’s ashen heart like a death knell.

After a long moment, Jiang Heng finally found his voice, dry and strained. “So you were an Omega all along?”

“Not exactly,” Yuan Shiyuan explained, summarizing the situation. “The doctor said I should have differentiated into an Omega, but I initially pseudo-differentiated into an Alpha. My gender after the secondary differentiation is my true gender now—finally back on track.”

“But it’s okay. Aside from some underdeveloped Omega traits, there aren’t any other problems.”

Jiang Heng had originally believed Yuan Shiyuan had always been an Omega, and had only disguised himself as an Alpha to join Scepter for some reason.

Yuan Shiyuan glossed over the details, knowing he always downplayed bad news and only confessed trivial matters to spare his loved ones worry.

“Underdeveloped? Are you sure it’s nothing serious?” Jiang Heng gripped Yuan Shiyuan’s shoulders. “Really, no major complications?”

How could stunted development be so simple?

Seeing Jiang Heng’s skeptical and anxious expression, Yuan Shiyuan raised an eyebrow. “It’s nothing serious, really.”

“Male Alphas and Omegas look the same on the outside, except for hormones. Omegas just have a reproductive cavity that Alphas lack.” He patted Jiang Heng’s shoulder to reassure him. “The doctor said my overall physical development is excellent. It’s just that my gestational sac is a bit small…”

“But that’s unavoidable, considering I differentiated so late.”

Jiang Heng still seemed unconvinced. “Just the reproductive cavity? No other issues?”

Was Yuan Shiyuan supposed to tell him that his biggest problem right now was wanting multiple S-rank Alphas to help him through his heat period and inject their S-rank pheromones into him at negative distance?

“It’s true,” Yuan Shiyuan said helplessly. “Fine, if you don’t believe me, I’ll show you.”

Jiang Heng was still reeling from the earth-shattering revelation that Yuan Shiyuan was an Omega.

The next moment, the scene before him made his pupils contract sharply.

Yuan Shiyuan, his back turned, knelt on the soft cushion of the bay window in a completely unguarded posture, one hand propping himself up as he struggled to untie his pajama pants with the other, pulling them down to his ankles.

The plump flesh, usually pale from years without sunlight, was now marred with chaotic finger marks.

Directly facing Jiang Heng, completely exposed, with his knees spread slightly, was the flushed expanse of Xiao Xue.

Sweat trickled down her curves, pooling and gliding downward like a glistening stream…

Jiang Heng’s mind went blank, plunged into a long, buzzing silence.

It took him several long moments to process what Yuan Shiyuan was showing him.

“You see now?” Yuan Shiyuan tried to glance back, but the angle was too limited. Giving up, he buried his face in the pillow. This position was more comfortable anyway.

He explained earnestly, “I didn’t develop properly. The doctor even said I might need an S-rank Alpha to… you know, ‘open it up’… What a joke!”

“Did he even ask if an S-rank Alpha would be willing?” Yuan Shiyuan quipped, half-jokingly. But just then, he distinctly heard a gulp in the air.

He froze, belatedly realizing that the person he had been confiding in so candidly was none other than the S-rank Alpha the doctor had mentioned—the one with a 100% compatibility match.

Nervous, Yuan Shiyuan instinctively pressed his knees together and shrank back, his expression becoming somewhat strained. “Anyway, that’s pretty much it.”

As Yuan Shiyuan had mentioned earlier, male Alphas and Omegas have largely identical physical structures, but only Omegas possess a reproductive cavity.

To better accommodate Alphas, an Omega’s Xiao Xue typically develops alongside, its skin becoming softer and more elastic to prevent injury.

Typically, an Omega’s Xiao Xue would be petite and plump—a small, rounded “.”. But because Yuan Shiyuan’s differentiation had been so late, his development had been severely stunted, leaving him with a pitiable, tiny dot “.”.

Yuan Shiyuan’s hushed explanations buzzed in Jiang Heng’s ear, every word absorbed, yet no reaction surfaced.

His gaze remained fixed on the scene before him, blood rushing downward through his veins. Finally, unable to restrain himself, he leaned closer until only a finger’s breadth separated them, observing Yuan Shiyuan’s condition with intense scrutiny.

Perhaps sensing the Alpha’s gaze, Xiao Xue’s breathing quickened, her mouth opening and closing in a silent, helpless gasp. With no cover, clear droplets of sweat slid naturally downward, clinging precariously at the edge, poised to fall.

Unbeknownst to Yuan Shiyuan, Jiang Heng lay nearly prone beneath him, letting the sweat drip onto his face, the corners of his lips, and his neck.

Then, with almost obsessive reverence, he licked each drop clean.

“You’re an Omega now. How could you just show me that?”

The more Jiang Heng drank, the drier his throat became. Only when Yuan Shiyuan stirred did he swiftly rise, kneeling behind him. “This… this isn’t right.”

“What’s wrong with it?”

Yuan Shiyuan couldn’t care less about such formalities. Having lived as an Alpha for so many years, it was difficult for him to suddenly switch to an Omega’s mindset.

Besides, there wasn’t much difference between Alphas and Omegas anyway. He tilted his head, his tone tinged with the characteristic Alpha casualness and teasing, “Doesn’t that saying go, ‘What’s wrong with letting a bro get some action?'”

“You’re my best bro. What’s the big deal about showing you?”

Jiang Heng’s mind raced with chaotic thoughts, yet he felt relieved that it was him, not some other Alpha, by Yuan Shiyuan’s side. What might someone else have done? he dared not imagine.

His gaze seemed magnetically drawn, impossible to tear away. Finally, his fingers lightly brushed against the exposed flesh.

“Drooling from just a touch.”

“I was already drooling before,” Yuan Shiyuan admitted honestly, turning his head to study Jiang Heng’s rapt attention. Curious himself, he added, “Show me too. I can’t see from this angle.”

“How am I supposed to show you?”

“Take a picture.”

Yuan Shiyuan fished out his phone, unlocked it, and tossed it to Jiang Heng.

Jiang Heng caught it like a hot potato. Before he could even frame the shot, Yuan Shiyuan, with disarming nonchalance, grabbed his own chest with both hands and pulled it apart, as if to make it easier for Jiang Heng to take the photo.

Words couldn’t capture Jiang Heng’s shock. He snapped the picture quickly, but just as he was about to hand the phone back to Yuan Shiyuan, a burning sensation flared in his nostrils.

Fresh, hot blood gushed from his nose, trickling down Yuan Shiyuan’s plump, pearly-white flesh.

Yuan Shiyuan felt the blood on his hand and exploded, “Ew! You’re so gross!”

It was strange, really. Back when Yuan Shiyuan’s pigudrum had been taken, he hadn’t felt much of anything. Yet now, with Jiang Heng’s blood merely flowing nearby, he felt an unbearable discomfort.

“Sorry,” Jiang Heng said quickly, grabbing a tissue to wipe away the splattered blood.

Thankfully, Jiang Heng reacted swiftly; apart from the poor pigudrum, nothing else had been stained.

Jiang Heng’s wiping was meticulous. He cleaned not just the surface but also carefully stretched the skin taut, probing into every tiny crease to ensure not a trace of blood remained, as if determined to leave no trace behind.

“Ugh… d-don’t…” Yuan Shiyuan groaned softly, unable to suppress a faint hum. “Why does this… feel so strange?”

“Strange?” Jiang Heng’s voice was hoarse. “Why do I find it so… comforting?”

“What about you? Doesn’t it feel… off?”

“I… I don’t know… I can’t quite explain it…”

The rain grew heavier, blurring the window into a watery haze. Jiang Heng pried it open a crack, his tone grave. “Soaked through… so much water.”

Unable to resist, Jiang Heng caught a glistening drop of sweat on his tongue and pressed his lips against Yuan Shiyuan’s.

“Mmm?” Yuan Shiyuan’s lips parted slightly, caught completely off guard by the kiss. The Alpha’s tongue traced the seam between their lips, exploring every corner meticulously while simultaneously sucking away his saliva with noisy, incessant slurps that drowned out even the torrential rain raging outside.

Previously, Yuan Shiyuan’s kisses with other Alphas had always been either for practice or for exchanging pheromones—each with a legitimate reason.

While he could try to rationalize this as “practice” too, wasn’t it going a bit too far? Did Jiang Heng really need to make such a significant sacrifice?

After the initial shock, Yuan Shiyuan’s mind went blank. He bit his fingertip and gazed around at the familiar surroundings.

The cozy bedroom should have brought him a sense of security, yet he had brought an Alpha home.

It felt just like a teenager bringing his boyfriend home, sneaking around behind his family’s back like a bad boy doing something he shouldn’t.

Jiang Heng’s high nose bridge allowed him to fully reach Yuan Shiyuan’s face.

Each deep kiss sealed perfectly against his soft skin. Soon, the constant friction of the kisses reddened Jiang Heng’s nose bridge, causing a glistening sheen of moisture to rise before it was swiftly pulled back, sending tiny droplets of water flying.

“Do you hate it when I do this?” Jiang Heng asked, his voice muffled by the close contact. Yuan Shiyuan felt every vibration of his words, the warmth of his breath, with startling clarity.

“N-no… I don’t hate it… sniff…”

Yuan Shiyuan struggled to catch his breath, gasping between broken hums, “To the right… a bit more to the right.”

Jiang Heng obeyed, adjusting his angle as instructed, his tongue grinding relentlessly against Yuan Shiyuan’s mouth. “Do you like it?” he pressed.

“I… I like it…” Yuan Shiyuan whimpered, the words spilling out in a broken, tear-choked voice. “I like you…”

This confession sent the Alpha into a frenzy. His kisses grew more forceful, his tongue plunging deeper into Yuan Shiyuan’s mouth with unrestrained fervor. Copious saliva surged between their grinding mouths, splattering everywhere despite Jiang Heng’s attempts to swallow. The excess drool trickled down his chin, soaking the corner of the blanket almost through.

“Ah…!!”

In just a few minutes, Yuan Shiyuan was weeping uncontrollably, tears streaming down his face as he trembled.

He strained to lift his head, his vision blurred by tears. Through the rain-streaked glass window, he glimpsed the scenery outside.

Even knowing it was one-way glass, the phantom figures of passersby evoked a sense of exposure, of being laid bare under the open sky.

Every muscle in his body tensed with anxiety, yet the Alpha’s hand gently patted his back, neither too hard nor too soft.

“Little Yuan,” Jiang Heng said, his voice hoarse with a hint of amusement, “you bit my tongue.”

“Mmm… mmmph…”

The pillow beneath Yuan Shiyuan’s face was soaked with tears, leaving large damp patches. He struggled to crawl forward a little, trying to make the Alpha’s kiss less deep, but was dragged back by the waist and pinned firmly against the bed. The Alpha’s rough tongue plunged deep into his mouth, forcing him to burst into tears again, until he could no longer even maintain his kneeling position.

His body collapsed forward, his wet, flushed cheek pressed against the cold glass window, the soft flesh of his face distorted against the pane. A puff of warm breath exhaled from his parted lips formed a hazy white fog on the glass.

Through this foggy haze and the distorted rain-streaked window, Yuan Shiyuan glimpsed a familiar black umbrella below, down in the residential complex.

Just as he strained to get a clearer view, the Alpha behind him sensed his distraction and suddenly kissed him with renewed ferocity, instantly stripping away all his ability to think.

His heart rate surged again, driven upward against his will. Yuan Shiyuan sobbed and whimpered, unable to utter a single coherent word. Only broken cries and muffled nasal sounds escaped him.

The black umbrella was gradually being folded up. Yuan Shize shook off the rain and placed it in the umbrella stand by the door.

As usual, Yuan Shize unlocked the front door with his key. Two pairs of shoes lay in the entryway, but the living room was empty.

His smartwatch buzzed urgently again.

Yuan Shize stopped walking, frowning as he checked the data on his wrist.

Twenty minutes ago, his brother’s heart rate had been fluctuating slightly.

Over the past ten minutes, it had stopped dropping and instead began to spike continuously. At that very moment, the watch was vibrating repeatedly due to the excessively high heart rate, its glaring red alert signaling that it had long surpassed normal limits.

What’s happening?

Yuan Shize glanced at WeChat. Yuan Shiyuan hadn’t replied, likely busy.

Though puzzled, he didn’t dwell on it, instead heading directly toward his brother’s room with focused determination.

The moment the door swung open, a thick, overpowering wave of pheromones washed over him.

Yuan Shize froze in place.

The scene before him left his mind utterly blank, leaving him unable to react for a long moment.

A towering Alpha stood shirtless, holding Yuan Shiyuan in an utterly possessive embrace, burying his face in the other’s neck and kissing him deeply.

The stark contrast in their sizes and skin tones created an overwhelming visual impact. Yuan Shiyuan seemed pinned beneath the Alpha’s lips, unable to break free. His legs kicked and thrashed futilely, toes pointed in strained tension before relaxing in limp defeat. Each futile struggle only drew the Alpha’s kiss deeper.

Though he couldn’t make out the Alpha’s full face, from Yuan Shize’s vantage point, he could see Yuan Shiyuan’s every detail with painful clarity.

His cheeks were soaked with tears, his lips swollen and slightly parted from the intense kiss…

Yuan Shize could even clearly see how the Alpha’s face and hair were getting wet.

A scene straight out of a dream, but one of the protagonists was another Alpha.

Beep—

Beep-beep—!

The fitness tracker continued to vibrate frantically, incessantly warning that Yuan Shiyuan’s heart rate remained dangerously elevated.

Time seemed to freeze.

After an eternity, Yuan Shize snapped out of his daze, finally understanding what the fitness tracker’s persistent vibrations had meant all along.

He stared blankly at the buzzing tracker on his wrist, then back at the two figures ahead—Yuan Shiyuan and the Alpha, completely lost in their moment, oblivious to his arrival.

As if pulled by an invisible thread, Yuan Shize took a stiff half-step forward. At that moment, Yuan Shiyuan tilted his head, his hazy, tear-filled eyes locking onto his brother’s across the distance.

He opened his mouth, his throat so parched he couldn’t make a sound.

After a long pause, he finally managed a tentative, murmured whisper:

“…Brother?”