Pretending to Be an Alpha in an All-Alpha Boy Band - Chapter 94
Chapter 94: Hard Work
“You’re a mom already, at such a young age?” Bo Jin said playfully, a teasing tone in his voice as he slid the straw into Yuan Shiyuan’s drink and brought it to his lips.
He glanced sideways at the little boy earnestly gazing up at Yuan Shiyuan and thought, This little brat has good taste.
First, he finds himself a beautiful mom, and then he picks the perfect dad—me, of course. This kid’s got better taste than those online fans; he could see right away that Shiyuan and I were meant to be.
Yuan Shiyuan first bent down and pinched the little boy’s cheek. “How many times have I told you to call me ‘Big Brother’? If others hear you calling me ‘Mom,’ they’ll misunderstand your dad.”
Gu Weiyuan nodded vigorously like a chick pecking at grain, then asked cautiously, “Can I call you ‘Mom’ when we’re alone? That way, no one will hear.”
Bo Jin chuckled.
Yuan Shiyuan shot him a sharp glare. “What’s so funny?”
“What, I can’t laugh?” Bo Jin raised an eyebrow. “Now that you’re a mom, your temper’s gotten worse?”
This topic just won’t die, will it? Yuan Shiyuan thought, inexplicably annoyed.
He covered the boy’s ears with his hands. “Why don’t you mention he called you ‘Dad’ earlier?”
“Me? A dad? Who would I even have a kid with?” Bo Jin countered smoothly, leaning forward slightly to close the distance between them. “With you?”
Yuan Shiyuan, always generous with his banter, replied, “Alright, alright, I’ll give you triplets—one Alpha, one Beta, and one Omega child each. Is that enough?”
Bo Jin actually paused to consider it seriously. “Wouldn’t that be a bit much?”
He didn’t particularly like children. A person’s attention was limited, and he didn’t want any new entities potentially vying for Yuan Shiyuan’s attention.
“You’re really letting your imagination run wild?” Yuan Shiyuan laughed, tossing a small pillow at Bo Jin. “Dream on.”
Bo Jin caught the pillow effortlessly, the answer perfectly aligning with his wishes. “Then we won’t have any.”
Kids just cry all day and scream bloody murder. They’re a total nuisance.
Compared to raising a child, Bo Jin found raising Yuan Shiyuan far more interesting. Now that’s what I call entertaining.
Xiao Huang looked utterly horrified: ???
Had they reached the point where they could openly discuss having kids in public? What the hell happened?
How did Bo Jin suddenly pull off this hairpin turn, launch himself like a rocket, and advance so rapidly?
Xiao Huang, who usually enjoyed sampling every CP under the sun, had recently been devouring content featuring Yuan Shiyuan and anyone else. The forum had even seen a wealthy fan throwing extravagant sums at Big Shots who produced fan content, sparking a surge in creative enthusiasm.
Then, during the store closure event, someone had spotted Bo Jin taking Yuan Shiyuan shopping at the mall, personally tying his hair with a silk scarf, their natural intimacy palpable… It was enough to send countless fans tumbling headfirst into the CP pit.
The popularity of Yuan Shiyuan and Bo Jin’s CP forum had skyrocketed, finally escaping its perennial bottom-ranked status!
Even Xiao Huang, who had initially been skeptical, stumbled upon a niche forum dedicated to unusual appetites. He devoured its content with relish, obsessively obsessing until he was dizzy. He couldn’t help but exclaim, “This is the real deal!”
Online entertainment was one thing, but witnessing Bo Jin’s rapid progress firsthand was overwhelming.
Gu Weiyuan ate in silence, burying his head in his breakfast the entire time. He obediently let Yuan Shiyuan cover his ears, even nuzzling his little head against Yuan Shiyuan’s palm.
Yuan Shiyuan’s phone screen lit up.
“Brother Zhuang said he called CEO Yu,” he said. “CEO Yu already knows the child wandered off and will probably send someone to pick him up soon.”
Zhuang He was currently stuck in rush-hour traffic, unable to rush to the company to handle the situation personally. He had only managed to make a few calls in the meantime.
He also sent Yuan Shiyuan a photo of Yu Sijing’s business card, just in case.
Zhuang He: Shiyuan-ah, how’s your health been lately? No unusual symptoms, right?
Zhuang He: Did you run out of pheromone extract? If you did, I’ll think of a plausible excuse to trick those S-rank Alphas in our group into donating a few vials.
Yuan Shiyuan: “……”
He nearly choked on his saliva when he saw Zhuang He’s message, finding the situation both absurd and hilarious.
S-rank Alphas aren’t fools. Do you really think Zhuang He could trick them into letting you draw their blood for pheromone extraction?
Besides, pheromone extract doesn’t have much effect on Yuan Shiyuan anymore. He’s tasted fresh, potent S-rank pheromones, and now the extract holds no appeal.
Yuan Shiyuan: My body’s doing fine, and I still have plenty of pheromone extract.
Yuan Shiyuan: There’s no need for them to draw more blood. I have plenty for now. If I ever run out, I’ll just ask my Big Brothers to help me out. They can spare a little pheromone, right? [Cute and obedient emoji]
After much deliberation, Yuan Shiyuan decided not to reveal the true method of using S-rank pheromones to Zhuang He.
If he confessed the details, he was afraid Zhuang He would be shocked. After all, his boy group wasn’t exactly the most “proper” bunch…
Zhuang He: That’s good to hear!
Zhuang He: If you ever need anything, feel free to use your S-rank Big Brothers as much as you want! Don’t hold back! Go all out!
Yuan Shiyuan: Yes, yes, yes! I’ll make good use of them! [Saluting emoji]
Yuan Shiyuan scrolled back through their chat history and, just in case, saved Yu Sijing’s contact information Zhuang He had sent.
He dialed the number, but the first call went unanswered. On the second attempt, he was focused on organizing some tapes and didn’t realize the call had connected.
By the time Yuan Shiyuan realized, the screen already showed the call had been going on for over ten seconds.
Just as he was about to speak, an extremely cold and businesslike male voice came from the other end of the line: “Speak.”
“Hello, Little Gu is currently with me. You don’t need to worry. My manager has already called you…”
Before he could finish, a faint rustling sound came from the receiver, and the background noise abruptly fell silent.
It seemed Yu Sijing had deliberately moved to a secluded area with few people. His deep voice resumed, slow and deliberate.
“Very well. Thank you.”
Yu Sijing’s tone suddenly softened, as if he had transformed into a different person. “I’ve troubled you again… Little Gu is usually quite mischievous, but for some reason, he’s become especially clingy with you. Normally, he doesn’t let anyone near him.”
The Alpha paused briefly before introducing himself, each word deliberate: “I am Yu Sijing.”
Perhaps concerned that Yuan Shiyuan might think he was speaking to a secretary or assistant, Yu Sijing made sure to emphasize his identity.
“I know, CEO Yu,” Yuan Shiyuan replied. “I’ll have my assistant keep him company in the break room until your people come to pick him up. Is that alright? Also, earlier, he ate glutinous rice and soy milk… There shouldn’t be any allergens in those, right?”
“No,” Yu Sijing paused, then added, “You’re very observant. Thank you for looking after Little Gu. I’ll be there right away.”
Yu Sijing himself is coming?
“Alright,” Yuan Shiyuan replied, glancing at the time—nearly nine o’clock. “Then when you get to the company, just tell the receptionist you’re here to see Assistant Xiao Huang. I have class later, so I might not be able to answer calls.”
Yu Sijing acknowledged with a polite, formal thanks. Just as Yuan Shiyuan was about to hang up, the Alpha’s deep, courteous voice sounded again.
“This is my personal number,” Yu Sijing said. “If anything similar happens again, or for any other matter…”
“You can contact me directly.”
After the call ended, Yuan Shiyuan looked up and met Bo Jin’s thoughtful, probing gaze.
“Something’s up,” Bo Jin concluded.
With his extensive experience in catching cheaters, Bo Jin’s instincts were razor-sharp. When the call first connected, Yu Sijing’s tone had been distinctly cold, conveying the detached, businesslike manner characteristic of elite professionals, devoid of any personal warmth.
But the moment he heard Yuan Shiyuan’s voice, Yu Sijing’s demeanor transformed. His tone softened, and he even got up to move to a quiet, empty venue to speak with Yuan Shiyuan.
The sound of speaking while sitting versus standing is different.
“What’s wrong? I’ll ask the teacher for you later during class.”
Yuan Shiyuan glanced at the time again. He had arranged to meet the teacher at 9:30 for class, leaving him plenty of time—a full half-hour.
He briskly packed his things, then bent down and gently patted Gu Weiyuan’s head. “Why don’t you play with Brother Xiao Huang, okay? Big Brother has to go to class now.”
Gu Weiyuan clung to Yuan Shiyuan’s arm, his little face brimming with reluctance but also understanding. “Brother, can I play here by myself? I like playing alone.”
“Are you sure you don’t want anyone to keep you company?”
Yuan Shiyuan was surprised. He had assumed Gu Weiyuan was clingy by nature, but it seemed he only clung to him.
He crouched down, cupping the boy’s cheek in his palm. “How about having Brother Xiao Huang keep an eye on you while you play? I’d worry otherwise.”
The corners of Gu Weiyuan’s lips curled upward. Too young to hide his feelings, his face lit up with pure joy.
“Okay then,” he said obediently. “I’ll listen to Mama!”
He was just calling me Big Brother. Why did he switch to Mama all of a sudden?
Gu Weiyuan sat quietly on the sofa, engrossed in his iPad. Xiao Huang sat on the other side, giving Yuan Shiyuan a reassuring thumbs-up.
Yuan Shiyuan closed the glass door behind him, puzzled. “Why does he like being alone so much?”
Having worked with many children, Yuan Shiyuan knew that kids this age typically crave company and love playing with their peers in groups.
“Some children are just naturally drawn to their own space,” Bo Jin replied, casually taking Yuan Shiyuan’s backpack in a movement so fluid it seemed rehearsed countless times.
The two walked shoulder-to-shoulder down the empty corridor.
“True, every child is different, with their own desires,” Yuan Shiyuan mused, following the thread of the conversation. “When I was little, I desperately wanted my own little house.”
Desires often reflect hidden projections and offer glimpses into one’s upbringing. Bo Jin, due to his Pheromone Disorder, had lived alone since childhood, with even his caretakers hesitant to approach him. This had ingrained in him a habit of solitude and self-reliance.
Hearing Yuan Shiyuan’s casual remark, he instinctively wondered:
Why did Shiyuan feel that way as a child? Wanting his own little house?
Was it because he felt insecure?
Bo Jin couldn’t ask directly, so he rephrased his question: “With your current income, after the company’s cut, you could easily afford a nice apartment in A City.”
“That was just a childhood fantasy. Now I live with my family—it’s lively and I like it,” Yuan Shiyuan said, his eyes crinkling into crescents as he smiled. “When I was about to start high school, my parents worried I wouldn’t adjust to dorm life, or that I’d end up with some crazy roommate like you read about online. They even planned to buy a small apartment near the school.”
“But then a little accident happened, and the deal fell through.” He added with a hint of relief, “Thank goodness we didn’t buy it—the apartment market is terrible now.”
A little accident?
Bo Jin’s intuition told him this was no mere mishap.
He had his suspicions but decided to play along with Yuan Shiyuan’s topic. “Living on campus is more convenient anyway,” he said.
“Why didn’t you get your driver’s license over the summer?” he asked. “Have you already passed the test?”
“I was going to, but you know, that little accident happened,” Yuan Shiyuan shrugged. “Besides, it wouldn’t be much use. I don’t have any plans to buy a car yet.”
“Oh, I see.”
Bo Jin paused briefly. He turned his head, his sharp gaze piercing Yuan Shiyuan’s eyes. His tone shifted abruptly. “Why did you decide to become an artist?”
Bo Jin suddenly realized something crucial: Yuan Shiyuan had never initially intended to enter the entertainment industry or become a professional artist.
His early days at Ximi Entertainment had been more like a way to pass the time, trying out a different kind of job while earning some pocket money.
“At first, it was for the money,” Yuan Shiyuan admitted bluntly. “But later, I realized being an idol felt pretty good. So many strangers love me. I want to work hard and not disappoint their precious affection.”
“What about you? Why did you want to become an artist?” he asked curiously.
“I used to play rock in underground bands overseas, dabbling in everything. Then, like you, I wanted to do this properly, to prove something. When I returned home, Star Night was preparing the Scepter boy group,” Bo Jin said with a hint of self-mockery. “Brother Zhuang talked me into it. He painted a picture of my dreams coming true, of success visible to everyone. Caught up in the heat of the moment, I signed a twenty-year contract.”
“Looking back now, I see how utterly foolish I was.”
As if dreams come true so easily.
Yuan Shiyuan suddenly stopped walking, wrapping his soft arms around Bo Jin’s neck and pressing his lithe body against the Alpha’s back.
He stood on tiptoe, whispering in Bo Jin’s ear, “We’re already more than halfway there! So many people have already seen us!”
“In time, our dreams will surely come true,” he said each word deliberately, his voice clear and fervent. “There will definitely be such a day.”
“We’ll stand together at the highest peak, our dreams realized.”
Bo Jin froze, acutely aware of Yuan Shiyuan’s pleasant scent and the warm, even breaths that brushed against his ear as he spoke.
His blood seemed to boil instantly, then freeze solid the next moment.
He spun around, wrapping his arms around Yuan Shiyuan’s slender waist, pulling him into a tight embrace.
They clung to each other almost seamlessly, feeling each other’s heartbeats and body heat.
Bo Jin lowered his head, his sharp nose lightly grazing Yuan Shiyuan’s forehead.
“Mhm,” he murmured, turning away and absently twirling a strand of pink hair around his finger. “That day will definitely come.”
Yuan Shiyuan smiled in response, about to tilt his head back and reply when Bo Jin abruptly changed the subject, asking without warning, “Is it because you need money that you’ve been working so hard lately?”
As Yuan Shiyuan stared in dazed surprise, he heard Bo Jin ask softly, his voice laced with clear concern, “Have you always worked this hard?”
Bo Jin was astute. Through this casual conversation and deliberate probing, he had pieced together a rough understanding of the situation.
Despite his young age, Yuan Shiyuan had extensive work experience, not because he was particularly interested or wanted to try different jobs, but simply to make a living.
Perhaps Yuan Shiyuan’s family was facing some difficulties, which is why he secretly worked part-time, hoping to ease their financial burden.
To his fans, Yuan Shiyuan was the perfect idol; in the workplace, he was a diligent artist…
At home, he was naturally a considerate and obedient child to his family.
Yuan Shiyuan never felt he was working too hard.
Though he had encountered setbacks growing up, overall he had been very happy, and he was easily content.
His family loved him dearly, his friends cared for him deeply, and while he had encountered some unscrupulous bosses and difficult customers in his part-time jobs, he had also met many kind-hearted bosses who, knowing his family’s struggles, would advance his wages or secretly slip him red envelopes filled with cash.
Helping his family was only natural; he didn’t think it was worth mentioning—it was simply the way family members should support each other.
Now that he had joined Scepter, he had many fans who adored him, a relaxed and comfortable work environment, harmonious relationships with his colleagues, and most importantly, no incompetent bosses or stressful situations… He truly didn’t feel that his life was hard.
Just then, someone brought up the past, showing meticulous concern for Yuan Shiyuan’s history and worrying whether he had endured significant hardship.
A warm sense of being valued washed over Yuan Shiyuan. He returned the embrace, his cheek brushing against Bo Jin’s solid shoulder.
“No, it wasn’t hard,” he said casually. “I’m not as fragile as you think. Besides, there are countless people in this world who’ve endured far worse. What I went through was nothing…”
“The others don’t matter—I only care about you,” Bo Jin interrupted, his voice serious and resolute, a stark contrast to Yuan Shiyuan’s casual tone. “I don’t want you to suffer. I just want you to be happy.”
“I can’t change the past.”
“From now on, if you need anything, come to me directly. I’ll take care of it.”
Bo Jin possessed the blunt, straightforwardness characteristic of a straight-A type, never resorting to roundabout flattery.
Though his words could sometimes be startling and reeked of big-A chauvinism, they undeniably conveyed a profound sense of security.
Yuan Shiyuan tilted his head back and nuzzled Bo Jin’s jaw.
“Alright, I definitely won’t hold back with you,” he said. “Brother Bo Jin, you’re truly my best bro!”
Bo Jin noticed that when Yuan Shiyuan was in a good mood and expressing affection or joy, he seemed to have a particular fondness for nuzzling.
Bo Jin also liked Yuan Shiyuan treating him this way. He let Yuan Shiyuan nuzzle him, secretly enjoying it, yet feigned indifference, asking mildly, “Is that all it takes to satisfy you?”
He’s too easily pleased.
This made Bo Jin want to give Yuan Shiyuan even more, to make him a little greedier.
“Haven’t I been good to you? Who else would treat you like this, other than me?”
Yuan Shiyuan always had a way with words. But since Bo Jin was being so direct, he decided to cut to the chase: “So what did the doctor actually say? I don’t believe you sailed through your susceptible period unscathed.”
Bo Jin hadn’t expected the conversation to turn back to him.
“Don’t lie to me,” Yuan Shiyuan warned, his voice soft but firm. “I’ll know if you do. I hate being lied to most of all.”
“The doctor said it’s a bit serious,” Bo Jin finally admitted. “Medication only treats the symptoms of Pheromone Disorder, not the root cause. Because I’ve been taking such high doses recently, the side effects have become more pronounced.”
Seeing Yuan Shiyuan’s brow furrow slightly, he quickly reassured him, “It’s okay. They’re already developing new treatments.”
“But even the best medicine eventually loses its effectiveness, right?” Yuan Shiyuan pointed out, thinking of his own pheromone extract, which only provided temporary relief. To truly cure the disorder, something more was needed.
Yuan Shiyuan was right. During an Alpha’s susceptible period, they need massive amounts of Omega pheromones for calming relief. If Bo Jin had been willing to use high-compatibility Omega pheromones when his own were in disarray, perhaps the situation wouldn’t have deteriorated so severely.
But Bo Jin refused even synthetically produced Omega pheromones, relying instead on highly concentrated Inhibitors and Sexual Suppressant Agents to forcibly suppress his rampaging instincts.
Even the strongest medication will eventually fail.
Bo Jin continued to reassure Yuan Shiyuan, but this time he chose to lie: “It won’t happen. Trust me, my team is highly professional.”
“Alright,” Yuan Shiyuan replied.
Yuan Shiyuan knew that Bo Jin, with his staunch “big-A chauvinism,” preferred to handle everything himself and would never seek help from others.
After a moment’s thought, he offered, “If you ever need anything, you can come to me too. If I can help, I definitely will.”
Bo Jin chuckled, pinching Yuan Shiyuan’s chin and tilting his head up, scrutinizing the face beneath the pink hair. “You’re an Alpha. How could you possibly help me?”
Yuan Shiyuan raised an eyebrow. “I’d sacrifice myself for my bros. Isn’t that enough?”
Bo Jin froze, momentarily stunned.
A flicker of surprise and unease crossed Bo Jin’s usually stern face. His Adam’s apple bobbed momentarily, and he hesitated, then stopped mid-sentence. “You…”
Yuan Shiyuan couldn’t help but chuckle. “Just kidding! Even if I am an Alpha, there must be something I can do to help.”
Yuan Shiyuan was now a High Tier Omega, and his compatibility with Bo Jin was a perfect 100%. With such high compatibility, if Bo Jin’s susceptible period truly became severe, Yuan Shiyuan’s pheromones would undoubtedly have a potent calming effect.
Anything would be better than the cold, clinical medications synthesized in the lab.
The real problem was Bo Jin’s extreme aversion to Omegas.
When they first met, Bo Jin had mistaken Yuan Shiyuan for an Omega throwing himself at him and promptly tossed his luggage out the door, his attitude utterly hostile…
If Bo Jin knew Yuan Shiyuan was an Omega, he might never see him as a good buddy again.
He might even fly into a rage over the deception, drag Yuan Shiyuan to bed, and teach him a lesson in front of everyone.
“I appreciate the sentiment, but don’t be foolish,” Bo Jin leaned in, his expression grave. “If you ever actually encounter me during my susceptible period… don’t hesitate for a second. Just run.”
“Whatever I might have said or done back then…”
Yuan Shiyuan asked, puzzled, “What could you have done?”
“Who knows? An Alpha would do anything during mating season to secure a mate.”
The palm resting on Yuan Shiyuan’s back slowly slid down his spine, settling at the hollow of his waist.
Sensing Yuan Shiyuan’s sensitive flinch, the palm drifted forward to press against his slender abdomen.
“Even if I knew you were an Alpha, I wouldn’t let you go. No matter how you resisted, cried, or ran away, I’d drag you back until—”
Bo Jin pressed his index and middle fingers together, pressing down firmly but not too hard just below Yuan Shiyuan’s stomach.
“—the mating bond is successfully formed.”
Yuan Shiyuan, caught off guard by the sudden pressure on his mating cavity, instinctively squeezed his knees together, rubbing them back and forth.
His trembling arms draped over Bo Jin’s shoulders, and he let out a shaky breath.
Seeing Yuan Shiyuan’s intense reaction, Bo Jin chuckled and, after briefly withdrawing his hand, pressed it back down.
He deliberately ground his palm against Yuan Shiyuan’s abdomen through the thin fabric, rubbing in circles as if testing its texture.
“So sensitive,” Bo Jin chuckled softly. “Can’t even handle a light touch.”
The Alpha’s voice carried a distinct flirtatious undertone as his gentle caress slowed to a crawl. Yet precisely because of its light pressure, it sent a tingling, electric-like itch coursing through Yuan Shiyuan’s body.
If Yuan Shiyuan were still an Alpha, he wouldn’t have feared such gestures. But now he was an Omega! And his reproductive cavity was still developing…
By sheer coincidence, Bo Jin’s hand had landed precisely on Yuan Shiyuan’s underdeveloped gestational sac, which was currently working overtime to absorb nutrients.
A moist flush rapidly spread across Yuan Shiyuan’s face, the corners of his eyes blooming with a vivid crimson. He unconsciously licked his lips, coating their already full, rosy surface with a glistening sheen.
Bo Jin had initially intended only to tease Yuan Shiyuan, reminding him how terrifying his upcoming susceptible period would be, warning him against foolishly getting too close.
But Yuan Shiyuan’s reaction was so extreme—a mere touch to the stomach, yet his expression was as tempting as if his glands had been caressed…
The smile gradually faded from Bo Jin’s face.
He scooped Yuan Shiyuan into his arms and ducked into a nearby secluded corner.
Fortunately, they were near Pei Yanbing’s music room, a place free of surveillance cameras and rarely frequented by anyone.
“Mmm…”
Noticing Yuan Shiyuan seemed to enjoy having his stomach rubbed, Bo Jin indulged him, pressing his index and middle fingers together and massaging his lower abdomen through the T-shirt. To cover a wider area, he added his ring finger.
The three fingers massaged a larger area, providing more thorough relief.
Yuan Shiyuan leaned against the Alpha, his eyes slitting in comfort. He tilted his face upward, nuzzling haphazardly against Bo Jin’s throat and the side of his neck, oblivious to the silk scarf tied to the end of his braid sliding loose and falling to the ground.
Bo Jin couldn’t fathom why Yuan Shiyuan liked having his stomach rubbed, but seeing the change in him, his eyes wet and unfocused, filled Bo Jin with an unprecedented sense of satisfaction.
He remembered that exact expression on Yuan Shiyuan’s face.
It was the same expression Yuan Shiyuan had worn when Bo Jin had pinned him down while he was sound asleep.
The memory and the present moment overlapped perfectly, even the hand gestures were nearly identical. The only difference was that back then, his fingers had been pressing against Xiao Xue, while now they were massaging his lower abdomen.
“You really like this?”
As Bo Jin spoke, he observed Yuan Shiyuan’s expression. Yuan Shiyuan’s mouth hung open as he gasped for breath, saliva trickling from the corners of his lips, his eyes rolling slightly upward. Without betraying any change in demeanor, Bo Jin subtly increased the speed of his hand massaging Yuan Shiyuan’s lower abdomen.
“Mmm… hah, uh…”
Is it because my reproductive cavity isn’t fully developed? Why does even the gentlest massage feel so intensely pleasurable?
Yuan Shiyuan nestled into the Alpha’s broad embrace, his slender fingers clenching tightly onto the fabric of Bo Jin’s chest. He let out short cries, still answering between gasps.
“Li-like… it…”
His gland and lower abdomen were faintly heating up. Yuan Shiyuan could keenly sense a tiny opening deep within his abdomen.
Having absorbed sufficient nutrients, it seemed to have grown slightly. Sensing the presence of a high-quality Alpha nearby—one capable of providing S-rank pheromones—it was greedily contracting and expanding, craving the infusion of more S-rank pheromones…
No way…
In heat, now?! 709泗六三欺伞0
Didn’t I just feed it a ton of S-rank pheromone last time? Yuan Shiyuan thought in confusion. No, wait…
Earlier, fearing the overwhelming pleasure from a direct infusion of S-rank pheromones, he had only allowed Ying Mingxi to administer a small amount.
If Bo Jin kept pressing down like that, things would inevitably escalate. He might even force Bo Jin to lie still, forcibly extracting relief from the Alpha.
If that happened, they’d lose even the pretense of friendship.
Yuan Shiyuan couldn’t bring himself to hurt his best friend. With a shred of rationality intact, he forcefully pushed Bo Jin away, even as his lower abdomen throbbed faintly with lingering heat. He pulled out his phone in a clumsy attempt to cover his tracks.
“The captain just texted! He wants me in the music room to discuss the performance details!”
Pei Yanbing’s message couldn’t have come at a more opportune moment. Yuan Shiyuan turned and bolted, shouting over his shoulder, “Brother Bo Jin, I’m off to see the captain!”
The music room was right across the hall. Yuan Shiyuan’s feet flew, leaving Bo Jin standing alone.
Why is Yuan Shiyuan running off to Pei Yanbing now? Doesn’t he have class?
Bo Jin was about to chase after him when he suddenly noticed the fabric around his waist and below was slightly damp.
He initially assumed it was sweat, but a faint, sweet Omega scent wafted through the air, causing his pupils to contract sharply.
Omega… pheromones?
His manic frenzy seemed to calm, replaced by an unprecedented stillness, immediately followed by an even more frenzied agitation and craving.
Forcing down the urge, Bo Jin pulled out the high-concentration Inhibitor and Sexual Suppressant Agent he always carried.
This spot… it’s where Yuan Shiyuan was just sitting.
After leaving the Alpha, Yuan Shiyuan seemed much clearer-headed, though his gland and lower abdomen still burned with heat.
Perhaps sensing the absence of a high-quality Alpha nearby, he wasn’t as excited as before.
Dazed and disoriented, Yuan Shiyuan wandered around in circles until he accidentally stumbled upon Pei Yanbing’s music room.
Remembering Pei Yanbing’s message—I’m here, I’m here—he decided to drop in for a quick look.
“Captain?” Yuan Shiyuan called out, knocking on the door. The door opened automatically, revealing a gentle chime of wind chimes and the faint fragrance of Bluebell flowers.
Pei Yanbing rose and approached the door. As he caught a whiff of Yuan Shiyuan’s scent, he momentarily lost his composure.
“Are you here to discuss the performance details?” Yuan Shiyuan asked, puzzled. “But the performance isn’t for a while yet?”
Discussing it this early? And calling just me?
Pei Yanbing had little experience with lying. Awkward in social situations and terrible at making conversation, he hadn’t known how to reasonably invite Yuan Shiyuan to meet. After racking his brain, this excuse had been the best he could come up with.
“There are some things I wanted to tell you sooner rather than later,” Pei Yanbing said, hastily averting his gaze, afraid his ulterior motives might be discovered.
Yuan Shiyuan didn’t think much of it. “Oh,” he replied, his eyes drifting to the delicate vase on the windowsill.
Nourished by nutrient solution, the bouquet of Bluebells he had given Pei Yanbing remained in perfect condition, clearly meticulously cared for.
The casual gift I gave him… he’s been keeping it safe all this time.
Pei Yanbing sat across from Yuan Shiyuan and handed him a document. “Here are the details of our previous performance. You can use this as a reference.”
Yuan Shiyuan opened it and saw that it was even more detailed than the one Zhuang He had given him. Many sections had been personally compiled by Pei Yanbing.
“Thank you, Captain!” he exclaimed, delighted. “This is exactly what I needed!”
Just then, the burning sensation deep in his abdomen intensified.
Perhaps sensing the familiar Alpha who had once marked him, his body automatically categorized Pei Yanbing as an Alpha capable of providing S-rank pheromones, and his gland began to itch.
Yuan Shiyuan suddenly realized a portion of his pants was wet! He hadn’t noticed it earlier, only feeling the icy coolness when he sat down.
Thankfully, it’s a small amount and barely scented. Pei Yanbing probably hasn’t noticed… right?
“Captain, I have class soon. I should get going now… We can discuss the other details later, okay?”
Having sat down only briefly and sensing impending disaster, Yuan Shiyuan decided to flee immediately.
As he stood up, Pei Yanbing rose as well.
The moment Yuan Shiyuan turned around, he felt dizzy and nearly stumbled, almost falling. A hand swiftly gripped his arm to steady him.
The familiar scent of Bluebell fruit washed over him.
Pei Yanbing’s fingers trembled slightly as he struggled to maintain his composure. In a hoarse voice, he asked, “You… you’re an Omega?”