Chapter 5: Leg Fetish

Chapter 5: Foot Fetish

"Scram."

"I don't need an Omega."

"..."

Before the door could fully close, Yuan Shiyuan reached out, his knuckles pressing against the doorframe, forcing it back open.

"Dude, I'm an Alpha," he sighed helplessly. "My name is Yuan Shiyuan, I'm your roommate and new colleague."

Yuan Shiyuan? New colleague?

Bo Jin vaguely remembered something.

It was no wonder Bo Jin had mistaken Yuan Shiyuan for an Omega—his eyelashes were long, his face strikingly beautiful with a sharp, impactful allure. His exposed neck was slender, glistening with a thin sheen of sweat, yet it carried no unpleasant odor. Instead, there was a faint, fresh, clean scent.

...Could this really be an Alpha?

If he was an Alpha, then he definitely couldn’t stay.

"I'm in my rut," Bo Jin’s voice was hoarse. "Go to another dorm."

Another dorm? No way—where else would he find such a pure, straight Alpha?

Yuan Shiyuan didn’t leave. Instead, he took a step forward, the close distance making Bo Jin’s pupils dilate. A subtle, elusive fragrance drifted into his nostrils, strangely suppressing the restless agitation surging within him.

"I understand you’re in a special period and might be more irritable," Yuan Shiyuan said. "But I can help you."

"You help me?" Bo Jin asked. "You’re an Alpha—how can you help me?"

Yuan Shiyuan replied, "I can get you inhibitors."

Unfortunately, ordinary inhibitors were useless for Bo Jin. An Alpha in rut also absolutely couldn’t tolerate another Alpha being nearby.

An S-class Alpha’s rut was extremely terrifying. His rut was accompanied by Pheromone Mania, causing an overwhelming surge in pheromone levels and indiscriminate aggression toward other Alphas.

Yet, the Alpha before him seemed completely fine.

There were only two possibilities:

1. Yuan Shiyuan was an existence with a higher classification than an S-class Alpha.

2. Yuan Shiyuan was a Beta.

Bo Jin’s dark eyes, visible above the pure black metal muzzle, narrowed slightly. Certain that Yuan Shiyuan was indeed an Alpha, he took a step back.

"You can stay," he said. "But don’t regret it."

The room was thick with the overpowering scent of gunpowder. Yuan Shiyuan frowned—this must be Bo Jin’s pheromones. It was really intense. Perhaps because Bo Jin’s pheromones carried the scent of gunpowder, Yuan Shiyuan’s body also felt somewhat feverish.

Especially his scent gland.

Yuan Shiyuan didn’t think much of it. He casually pressed the ventilation button and sat in the chair opposite Bo Jin, watching as Bo Jin injected an inhibitor.

The moment the metal needle pierced the gland, Bo Jin grunted, veins standing out along his forehead and neck. He glanced up at Yuan Shiyuan, eyebrows furrowed, before taking out another silver vial and injecting it into his gland as well.

His breathing beneath the muzzle was hot and erratic. For a moment, his gaze seemed to drift, then gradually refocused.

Yuan Shiyuan looked curiously at the silver inhibitor. "What’s that?"

"Sexual Inhibitor."

"Ah."

From the name, it seemed to suppress sexual desire. Ruts usually heighten an Alpha’s mating instincts.

As an S-class Alpha himself, Yuan Shiyuan’s ruts were relatively mild.

He didn’t experience the irritable moods, indiscriminate aggression, or loss of pheromone control like other Alphas. At most, he felt a bit tired and would sleep it off.

It wasn’t until Bo Jin had injected the third dose and his condition gradually stabilized that Yuan Shiyuan spoke again.

"So, you threw my luggage out because you thought I was an Omega at first?"

"Your suitcase was too fragrant."

During the peak of his rut, Bo Jin couldn’t stand the scent of any other Alpha. He had detected an Alpha’s scent on the luggage, triggering his territorial instincts. Yet, paradoxically, he found the luggage strangely fragrant, more like an Omega’s personal belongings.

That’s why he had thrown it out.

Yuan Shiyuan nodded. "I thought you were bullying me."

"Only weaklings do things like that."

This guy’s straight Alpha energy was overwhelming—it felt like he was about to declare, "I am the master of my fate." Yuan Shiyuan said, "When I saw my luggage thrown out, I was really upset. I thought you hated me."

"...I don’t."

Yuan Shiyuan had been waiting for that. He tilted his head slightly, his eyes beneath his pink hair appearing innocent and soft. "My luggage is still outside. Can you help me bring it in?"

"Why don’t you just get it yourself?"

"You’re the one who threw it out."

His moist eyes looked up at Bo Jin pleadingly.

"Help me, okay?"

"..."

Bo Jin, with his severe straight Alpha mentality, hated anything pink or delicate. But looking at Yuan Shiyuan like this, he found it hard to dislike him. Even the pink hair he usually despised seemed pleasing when paired with that upward gaze.

...What was going on?

An Alpha, and an S-class Alpha at that, making such a pitiful expression.

Three seconds later, Bo Jin stood up with a grim expression and picked up the backpack by the door.

"Any other luggage?"

Bo Jin didn’t mean anything by it—grabbing one bag or several made no difference. Since he was already helping Yuan Shiyuan with the backpack, he might as well help with the rest.

Yuan Shiyuan didn’t have much. "That’s all."

As Yuan Shiyuan opened the backpack, a faint, elusive fragrance slowly spread, intertwining with the gunpowder scent of Bo Jin’s pheromones.

Bo Jin’s gland ached again. He gave himself another injection of inhibitor.

The special-effect inhibitor took effect quickly, and Bo Jin soon stabilized, but the intense, rich S-Class Alpha pheromones in the room remained.

Yuan Shiyuan finished organizing his luggage; his gland felt inexplicably warm and slightly itchy, perhaps due to sweating.

He took a shower, and when he stepped out, a faint scent carried on the steam.

Bo Jin looked up, his pupils constricting.

Yuan Shiyuan wasn't wearing clothes.

...No, he was, but it was practically the same.

Yuan Shiyuan was shirtless, with a towel casually draped over his neck.

His white shorts clung wetly to his legs, outlining the curve of his thighs. His pink hair plastered to his neck, water droplets tracing paths along his collarbone and shoulders... Not only was his hair pink, but all his exposed skin had a faint pink hue, as if flushed from the heat.

Bo Jin averted his gaze, unable to bear it any longer. "Can you put some clothes on?"

Yuan Shiyuan had forgotten to bring his clothes, but since they were both Alphas, he didn’t think it was a big deal—he preferred to do as he pleased.

"Huh." He looked up, confused, and tugged at his shorts. "I am wearing clothes."

That was the upside of living with a straight guy—he could even go naked without a care.

In all his years, Bo Jin had never encountered an Alpha like this. As he injected another inhibitor, he couldn’t help but wonder: What type of Alpha was he? Why was everything about him pink?

...

Zhuang He sent a group notification for a gathering.

On the large projection screen in front, Zhuang He analyzed the fan profile of the Scepter boy band. "Our goal is to attract Omega/Beta fan groups."

He switched to the next slide. "Shi Yuan, our newest and youngest member. His fan profile fits our requirements perfectly, with Omegas making up the majority... But strangely, Shi Yuan also has a significant number of big-spender Alpha fans."

This was extremely rare.

It was uncommon for Alphas to be avid fans, and even if they were, they tended to be free-loaders who didn’t spend money or contribute to data. But Yuan Shiyuan’s Alpha fans were exceptionally generous, a phenomenon rarely seen in the entire entertainment industry.

"Shi Yuan’s fans are highly loyal, but they’re also a bit unique."

Zhuang He opened Yuan Shiyuan’s SuperTopic, where the fanbase was called "Willing."

"Willing? I’m willing! I’d gladly be Princess Yuanyuan’s dog!"

"I drew a picture of Yuan Bao wearing a skirt~"

"Here I come, little beauty. (leering)"

"I really want to get my baby a few more husbands."

"Holy crap, is Ximi Entertainment crazy? They actually put my baby in the same dorm as those nepo babies [facepalm]. Are they openly throwing orgies? How much can my wife’s delicate body take? [facepalm][facepalm][facepalm]."

The last post was accidentally included. Xiao Huang quickly switched screens, but everyone had already caught a glimpse of the beginning.

Ying Mingche read the SuperTopic post in a singsong voice: "Such an adorable baby, Princess Yuanyuan..."

He tapped Yuan Shiyuan’s strawberry milk carton. "Your fans call you a princess, huh?"

Yuan Shiyuan, who was holding a carton of strawberry milk, let the straw slip from his mouth.

He looked dazed for a moment before lazily raising his eyelids. "Yeah, so what?"

"Princess Yuanyuan, have you found your Prince Charming?" Ying Mingche leaned in deliberately. "Should I throw my hat in the ring?"

"Stop, enough." Yuan Shiyuan pushed the Alpha’s face away. "I’m straight, thank you."

Bo Jin was baffled. "Aren’t you angry?"

An Alpha’s high self-esteem and territorial nature made it hard for them to accept such a nickname. Aside from his initial surprise, Yuan Shiyuan’s reaction was pretty chill, even indifferent.

After injecting several doses of Sexual Inhibitor and regular inhibitors, Bo Jin had barely made it through his rut cycle. Now, he was in a relatively stable state. Without his muzzle, his facial features stood out sharply—deep-set brow, red-dyed sideburns, the classic look of a mixed-race playboy.

"Angry about what?" Yuan Shiyuan glanced at him. "Fans can call me whatever they want. It won’t kill me."

"As long as they’re happy."

Bo Jin narrowed his eyes. "Even if they fantasize about you wearing a skirt?"

Yuan Shiyuan: "If the fans want me to wear one, I can wear one."

Bo Jin’s eye twitched. How could any Alpha be okay with wearing a skirt? This guy’s way of thinking was completely different from a normal Alpha’s!

If it was the fans’ wish, Yuan Shiyuan would actually do it. He was straight—would wearing a skirt suddenly turn him gay?

Wearing a skirt wasn’t a big deal. A straight guy had nothing to fear.

This was also the first time Yuan Shiyuan realized his fans were like this.

He was genuinely surprised.

But as long as the fans were happy, he didn’t mind.

What bad intentions could fans have? They just wanted to find him a few more husbands.

Although Yuan Shiyuan didn’t understand why his fans were so eager to find husbands for a straight guy like him.

Seeing how shocked the other Alphas were, Zhuang He didn’t have the heart to tell them that these were just the posts that could be shown publicly.

"You haven’t had group promotions in a long time, and now with a new member, the company has decided to arrange a group variety show in a livestream format."

"This format will not only help fans get to know you better and build camaraderie but also help shut down rumors of internal conflict within the team."

Were the rumors of internal conflict really just rumors?

Yuan Shiyuan wasn’t so sure.

Aside from Ying Mingche constantly pestering Yuan Shiyuan, the other four Alphas acted like territorial beasts, each staying in their own space, with even the simplest eye contact being rare.

Starry Night Entertainment scheduled the group variety show to start in the afternoon. After briefly explaining the process, Zhuang He gave them an hour to pack their luggage.

Yuan Shiyuan had very little luggage—a small pillow, a blanket, plus toiletries and pajamas. He was particular about his bed, but since he couldn’t bring his bed, he settled for bringing his pillow and blanket.

He also had a small stuffed animal, but would it be weird to bring it on the show?

After hesitating for a moment, Yuan Shiyuan decided not to pack it.

Bo Jin packed a bunch of inhibitors and Sexual Inhibitors into his suitcase. When he looked up, he saw Yuan Shiyuan crouching on the floor, stuffing his pillow into his luggage. As he moved, a slender, pale waist was briefly exposed. Pink strands fell forward, swaying gently with his movements.

Bo Jin glanced at the suitcase and raised an eyebrow. "Is that all you're bringing?"

"Yeah." Yuan Shiyuan answered distractedly. "The program team will probably provide the rest, right? I don’t need to bring anything extra."

The dorm was equipped with cameras, and the footage of them packing would be edited into the group variety show. Bo Jin glanced at the lens and suddenly recalled Yuan Shiyuan’s short, sheer sleep shorts—the Alpha’s long legs peeked through the fabric.

His milky-white skin seemed like it would bruise easily, his legs without a trace of fat, with elegantly sculpted ankles. Even his toes were plump and perfectly rounded.

As he pressed down on the suitcase, one knee was kneeling on the floor, showing a hint of bruising. The other leg was slightly bent, the skin chafed pink.

Yuan Shiyuan had beautiful legs.

Bo Jin, known for his chauvinistic straight-guy attitude, happened to have a mild leg fetish.

Just mild.

Bo Jin stared for a moment before pulling a brand-new blue-and-black checkered pajama set from the wardrobe and tossing it over.

"Wear this during the recording," he said, crossing his arms and leaning against the cabinet door, a phony gentlemanly smile on his lips. "I don’t want to see an Alpha’s legs."

The scene was captured by the camera, and to anyone watching, it seemed like a knife behind the smile. But Yuan Shiyuan was quite pleased—was he really so straight that he couldn’t even stand seeing another guy’s legs?

His straight-male vibe was just too pure.

The pajamas were from a well-known luxury brand, made of mulberry silk, priced at ¥19,700 for the set.

It was hard to stay angry at that price.

Yuan Shiyuan stuffed the pajamas into his suitcase and turned back with a smile. "Thanks, bro."

Though the smile was fleeting, it was unforgettable. Yuan Shiyuan’s skin was alabaster, his lips rosy, his pink hair illuminated by the sunlight from the window. When he smiled, he looked like a playful little pink fox, stunningly pretty.

Bo Jin’s fake smile froze on his face, followed by a look of disbelief. For a moment, he couldn’t tell whether Yuan Shiyuan hadn’t understood his sarcasm or just didn’t care.

His attitude had been so poor, yet Yuan Shiyuan still smiled at him?

Yuan Shiyuan was wrestling with the suitcase, which seemed stuck somewhere. Afraid of breaking it, he didn’t dare use too much force.

In Bo Jin’s eyes, Yuan Shiyuan’s brows were slightly furrowed, a light sweat beading on the tip of his nose, flushed pink.

With such slender arms and legs, struggling with a suitcase was hard. His skin reddened at the slightest touch—no wonder fans called him "Princess."

Bo Jin found it painful to watch. He walked over, pressed down on the suitcase with one hand, and muscled it shut.

Wouldn’t forcing it like this break it...? But Yuan Shiyuan still praised him, "Wow, you’re amazing."

Bo Jin: "..."

Bo Jin had never met an Alpha like this before—not only delicate and pretty but also easygoing and placid, like a pink marshmallow that could be shaped and squeezed however one pleased.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

Assistant Xiao Huang sneaked a peek. "Shi Yuan, come out for a moment."

In a small room, multiple cameras were trained on Yuan Shiyuan.

"Today, you have a hidden mission," a staff member said. "The dorm rooms arranged by the program team are all bunk beds, but there’s an attic upstairs that’s off-limits to others."

"If you successfully complete the mission, you’ll get to claim the single room in the attic all to yourself."

To make it more enticing, the program team showcased the attic from multiple angles.

The way to the attic was unique—a wooden ladder led up to it. The ceiling had two large skylights, one reflecting an ocean-blue sky, the other adorned with red flowers and green leaves. Outside the glass door was a small open-air garden, with a grill under an awning and a swing nearby wrapped in vines and hung with wind chimes.

When sunlight flooded in, the glass wind chimes swayed, bathing the entire attic in gold.

Yuan Shiyuan’s eyes lit up, and he played along with a gasp of amazement. "What a beautiful attic! What do I need to do to have it all to myself?"

The card outlined the show’s process and game rules. The first step was the roommate selection segment—members needed to contact their chosen roommate in advance, and both parties had to write each other’s names on their cards.

If the other person wrote someone else’s name, it meant the selection failed, and they would lose priority in choosing a dorm.

"Your mission is: get all the members to choose you, while you—choose no one."

Yuan Shiyuan glanced down at the rules and suddenly let out a soft laugh.

"Ah... that’s tough," he said, though his eyes sparkled with interest. "But it’s fun. If I win, the attic belongs to me, and I can do whatever I want with it, right?"

"Of course, as long as you succeed."

Yuan Shiyuan double-checked the rules before standing up. He tilted his head toward the camera, holding the thin mission card between his fingertips and pressing it against the tip of his nose.

His light pink hair swayed slightly as he curled his lips into a smile, his voice soft but firm:

"I’ll win."