What's Wrong with This Alpha? - Extra 2

Chapter 103 – Extra 2: Crossdressing Only Happens Countless Times…

“I regret it! I really regret it!”

Duan Yi clung desperately to the backstage pillar, refusing to go to the dressing room.

Hao Shanshan pulled him from the front, while Jiang Wangshu pried his fingers off the pillar one by one.

Sheng Yunze stood aloof, arms crossed against the door in front of Duan Yi, watching with a smirk.

Duan Yi finally understood what it meant to “lift a stone and drop it on his own foot.” He glared at Sheng Yunze, who wore an almost-smiling expression, clearly mocking him internally.

But before his pleading eyes could reach Sheng Yunze, Hao Shanshan’s body blocked his view.

To be precise, it was blocked by a blue-and-white plaid skirt—a schoolgirl’s uniform skirt.

Duan Yi instantly started struggling again, “I won’t wear it! I won’t wear it! I won’t wear it!”

Hao Shanshan cackled, ordering Pingtou and Xiaobang to hold him down while preparing to remove his school pants.

Seeing this, Sheng Yunze finally couldn’t stay still.

He took three steps forward, grabbed Duan Yi by the collar, and pulled him toward himself.

Pingtou and Xiaobang instantly let go, swallowing hard as they saw Sheng Yunze’s displeased expression.

True enough. Though President Duan was a man…

He was also an Omega.

Of course, it wasn’t obvious where he resembled an Omega. When classmates hung out with him, they often forgot his secondary gender.

Most importantly, there was his relationship with Sheng Yunze. In broad daylight, stripping the Secretary Sheng’s wife’s pants—was that human?!

Hao Shanshan immediately shoved the blue-and-white plaid skirt into Sheng Yunze’s hands, then whispered to Duan Yi, “President Duan, look at how long you’ve endured humiliation and hardship, dancing in girl groups all this time. Wasn’t it all for this moment to see the Secretary Sheng in a skirt? Revolution’s at our doorstep—don’t give up now! Go for it!”

“Aaaaaah, fuck you—!” Duan Yi now regretted it—deeply regretted it.

Second High School’s anniversary celebration occupied a large sports stadium. Two days prior, they’d set up cameras and boom arms on-site, creating a concert-like atmosphere.

Duan Yi’s class uniforms arrived yesterday. He refused to wear it yesterday and during rehearsal earlier. Now with only half an hour left before the school anniversary performance, Hao Shanshan and the other girls finished applying makeup for their classmates and came to pester Duan Yi.

Sheng Yunze sneered, “Didn’t you suggest wearing them?”

He held two dresses. Duan Yi shamelessly eyed the shorter one—a style he himself requested, insisting Hao Shanshan make Sheng Yunze’s dress even shorter when ordering.

“I never said I’d wear it… Hey! Don’t pull me—I’ll change myself!”

At the changing room entrance, Duan Yi straightened up.

His gaze shifted to two wigs on a stool.

One had shoulder-length straight hair with curled ends, chestnut brown.

The other was a waist-length black straight cut. Duan Yi grabbed the black wig and shoved it onto Sheng Yunze’s head without hesitation. “Let’s see how you look in this!”

Sheng Yunze blocked him. “Don’t -“

Duan Yi laughed loudly, jumping onto Sheng Yunze and trying to put the wig on him. Sheng Yunze was annoyed by this, using one hand to block Duan Yi and the other to hold him back, so he wouldn’t fall to the ground.

“Put this on and show me!” Duan Yi excitedly suggested.

Sheng Yunze grabbed his dress and wig, then shoved Duan Yi into the changing room.

Duan Yi made an “Ow” sound, first covering his head, but failed to protect his lower body. Sheng Yunze immediately pulled down his school pants.

In mid-June, the weather was hot.

So Duan Yi wore thin school pants, with the belt loosely tied.

He never tanned in summer, his thighs as pale as peeled eggshells. Duan Yi immediately protested, turning over and kicking, “I’ll take them off myself!”

Was removing Duan Yi’s pants difficult for Sheng Yunze? It was as easy as drinking water or eating. Before Duan Yi could finish struggling, he was completely stripped.

As expected, he wore elementary school underwear. Sheng Yunze gave him a “T_T” look.

Caught red-handed, Duan Yi demanded, “What’s that look for?”

Sheng Yunze shrugged. “No particular expression.”

Duan Yi: =口=!

“You’re lying! You clearly just glanced at my underwear with a look of contempt. Why do you have such strong opinions about my underwear style?”

“I didn’t,” Sheng Yunze said. He looked genuinely innocent.

Every time Duan Yi saw Sheng Yunze pull this innocent act, he felt inexplicably annoyed.

He crouched down and picked up the skirt, staring at the skimpy garment that barely covered his thighs. “I don’t even know how to wear this skirt…”

Then he picked up a thin black four-cornered undergarment that looked like underwear but wasn’t quite. “What’s this?”

Duan Yi, who had never worn a skirt before, didn’t know that girls wear safety pants under super-short skirts to prevent accidental exposure.

But the school beauty (even though he was an Alpha) knew exactly what this thin garment was: safety pants.

Whenever Duan Yi didn’t understand something, he asked Sheng Yunze.

Swinging the safety pants in his hand, Duan Yi’s curiosity burned bright.

Sheng Yunze glanced at it nonchalantly. “Oh. Pants, huh? Maybe someone left them here.”

Duan Yi looked confused. “Why would they put them here?”

He held the safety pants up to his leg. “Do you think Hao Shanshan left these for us to wear?”

“No,” Sheng Yunze immediately replied. He flashed a mischievous grin and teased Duan Yi, “You’re already wearing a skirt. Why do you need pants? Have you ever seen a girl wear both a skirt and pants?”

“I don’t think so…” Duan Yi said, bewildered.

“Then put them down.” Sheng Yunze tossed the safety pants aside and declared with mock seriousness, “First, put on your skirt properly.”

Duan Yi’s face flushed red as he stared at the skirt, unsure how to wear it.

Sheng Yunze crouched down, removed Duan Yi’s shoes, then placed the skirt at his feet.

“Raise your leg,” he commanded.

Duan Yi obediently lifted one leg, then lost his balance and quickly grabbed onto Sheng Yunze for support.

Sheng Yunze pulled the skirt up and zipped it closed.

Duan Yi didn’t dare look at himself, his eyes closed. “Are you done yet?!”

Sheng Yunze didn’t answer.

After waiting a long time, Duan Yi finally opened his eyes.

He had thought wearing a skirt would be a disaster, but it actually looked pretty good.

There was a full-length mirror in the changing room. Duan Yi looked at himself—legs were legs, waist was waist—and said, “Wow, I look pretty.”

Then he carefully lifted his leg, feeling a breeze between his thighs.

“Hiss… It’s weird not having a crotch.”

Duan Yi looked good in the skirt.

First, his legs were white—a healthy white with a pinkish tint.

Second, his legs were shaped well—straight and not too fat. Only his thighs were a bit plump, but the skirt covered them.

The blue and white plaid skirt showed off his leg shape well. Duan Yi was amazed by his own beauty. “Whoa, with these legs, I could play for a year—”

He strutted two steps in front of the mirror, completely accepting his female outfit.

Feeling quite pleased with himself, Duan Yi turned to Sheng Yunze and said, “Look at me, I’m killing it, aren’t I? If I were a girl, with these legs of mine, I’d tell you even three more years of chasing wouldn’t catch me.”

Sheng Yunze stared at his skirt for a while, having said nothing from the start. Instead, there was a hint of scrutiny in his gaze.

It wasn’t much different from what he’d imagined. Duan Yi looked good in a skirt, of course. But he couldn’t wear safety pants—they’d hinder his ability to make small movements.

Duan Yi stood there, being smug and narcissistic, showing off so much he was practically glowing with beauty.

Showing off for a while wasn’t enough. Like a little bird, he prepared to fly out and let Jiang Wangshu and the others “appreciate” his “beauty points”.

Then Sheng Yunze grabbed him by the waist and pulled him back. “What are you doing?”

Duan Yi looked at him. “I’m going to show Jiang Wangshu and the others.”

Sheng Yunze pursed his lips, a sign he was in a bad mood. “No.”

Duan Yi’s skirt was really too short.

When he ran, you could directly see the scenery underneath.

Letting him run out like that?

In your dreams.

“I’m just checking if you’re dressed properly.” Sheng Yunze said, holding him firmly. Then he reached his hand under Duan Yi’s skirt.

His heart skipped a beat. He finally understood why some boys loved lifting girls’ skirts.

It was… really thrilling, in every sense.

Duan Yi’s legs were smooth and soft.

Holding them felt like grasping milk. Duan Yi instinctively squeezed his legs, trapping Sheng Yunze’s hand.

“What kind of skirt inspection is this?!” Duan Yi exclaimed, startled.

Sheng Yunze pinched his inner thigh and ordered from above, “Spread your legs.”

Ears burning, Duan Yi reluctantly parted them slightly.

Sheng Yunze withdrew his hand, lifting the skirt from Duan Yi’s thighs to waist.

Boned hands disappeared beneath the fabric. Duan Yi felt their position was now very inappropriate.

Facing the mirror, Sheng Yunze stood behind him, one arm around his waist, the other hand hidden under his skirt.

Duan Yi’s legs wobbled. He quickly put his hands behind him, bracing against Sheng Yunze’s body to stay upright.

At that moment, a crucial question flashed through Duan Yi’s mind.

Is that girl’s skirt only underwear underneath? No way…

Duan Yi’s gaze fell on the safety pant on the ground. In an instant, he understood everything, then got angry, “Sheng Yunze! You liar! You tricked me again!”

“Xiaoduan, why are you howling there again?” Jiang Wangshu turned to look at the changing room, just in time to see Duan Yi storming out, furious.

He wore his school uniform top, but his bottom half was a skirt. As soon as he came out, everyone’s eyes focused on his legs.

“I’ll go tell President Duan. Your legs look great…” Pingtou’s eyes lit up.

“Hey, where’s Secretary Sheng?” Jiang Wangshu asked. He also saw Duan Yi’s legs, but his reaction was different from the other boys.

Without thinking, he took off his school uniform and threw it to Duan Yi, just covering his legs.

Duan Yi sat down, spreading his legs wide apart.

Jiang Wangshu reminded him, “Duan Bao, girls shouldn’t sit like that in skirts.”

Seeing Duan Yi’s safety pant, he said in surprise, “I didn’t know boys now know how to protect themselves.”

Duan Yi bit his fingernail, “I’ve decided to break up with Sheng Yunze!”

“Save it. You two break up thirty times a month.” Jiang Wangshu fiddled with his skirt. He loved being a boy mom, wearing skirts without pressure. He twisted and turned to admire himself, but his leg hair wasn’t shaved, making it look very ugly.

Duan Yi, lacking confidence, said, “Well, we broke up this time… He lied to me.”

Jiang Wangshu retorted, “How many times has he lied to you? I thought you’d accepted your fate.”

Duan Yi protested, “Why are you siding against me? Can’t you say something nice about me—”

“Holy shit.” Jiang Wangshu’s cup dropped to the ground.

“Who said ‘holy shit’? Don’t change the subject—I’m telling you…” Duan Yi tried to turn Jiang Wangshu’s attention back, but seeing his shocked expression, followed his gaze instead. There stood Sheng Yunze, fully dressed in a skirt.

“…Holy shit.” Duan Yi echoed the same exclamation.

Sheng Yunze’s face remained cold. Though often observed, this was his first time being watched while wearing women’s clothing.

Unlike Duan Yi’s skirt, which made him look like an energetic high school girl—especially the mischievous type, clearly revealing his male identity—Sheng Yunze’s attire exuded an air of noble elegance. The skirt reached only to his thighs, paired with a white blouse, blue tie, and long hair cascading to his waist.

His eyes, sharp and beautiful, combined with his superior features, created a cold allure. He was the perfect embodiment of an icy beauty.

“Shit, shit—” Duan Yi suddenly snapped out of it, then stood up and circled around Sheng Yunze twice.

Sheng Yunze grabbed his school jacket and threw it at Duan Yi’s face, using annoyance to hide his actual embarrassment. “Done looking?”

Duan Yi stared at him blankly, then sighed. “I’m really a genius? How did I come up with this idea? This year’s Nobel Genius Award must be mine!”

Sheng Yunze sat down, legs crossed. Duan Yi immediately stuck to him and asked obediently, “Can I touch it?”

Sheng Yunze: …

Duan Yi made a “1” gesture. “Just one touch.”

Then looked at Sheng Yunze with an even more obedient expression. Sheng Yunze answered him with six more speechless dots: …

Duan Yi reached out and touched Sheng Yunze’s leg. It was cold.

And the beauty was truly beautiful—no leg hair at all.

Duan Yi stared at him like a lovesick fool from top to bottom, chuckled, then rested his chin and admired Sheng Yunze’s face.

He had thought his boyfriend’s short hair was already handsome enough, but long hair was even more beautiful. A true “school beauty” in every sense.

Sheng Yunze silently complained, “Do you really like girls that much?”

Duan Yi: “Nope.”

He was captivated by Sheng Yunze’s looks, “I like you, of course. If you were a girl, I’d like you even more!”

Sheng Yunze’s lips curled up, “Really?”

Duan Yi nodded, “Really!”

Sheng Yunze hooked a finger in a mysterious way. Like a puppy, Duan Yi obediently leaned in close.

Then this icy “beauty” with a cold, noble appearance hissed through clenched teeth into Duan Yi’s ear, “I’ll fuck you to death in a dress tonight.”

Duan Yi maintained a puppy-like expression that hadn’t fully disappeared: …Huh?

Author’s Note:

Xiaoduan: His fragile teenage heart shatters.

Raging internally: Damn it! A beautiful girl isn’t supposed to talk dirty!