Chapter 61: Request (Part 1 + Part 2)

Chapter 61 Request (Part 1 + Part 2)

“How could it… feel this good?”

Yuan Shiyuan’s mind went completely blank, his senses overloaded, causing his pupils to dilate slightly. Time seemed to freeze in that second, his limbs utterly unresponsive.

Yet, to others, his reaction was quite intense.

His already fair skin was flushed with a faint, moist redness. Yuan Shiyuan leaned limply against the Alpha’s chest, panting from the prolonged kiss. His knees still trembled slightly, as if waiting for the lingering sensations to slowly fade.

The tip of his tongue, seemingly unable to retract, protruded slightly, glistening with moisture between his lips.

His soft, limp hand was tightly held by a large palm, their fingers interlaced. His fingertips tingled, a pleasure so intense that tears, saliva, and sweat seemed to flow from every pore, scattering across the game board and leaving shiny traces on the props.

The tip of his tongue, pressed against his teeth, was gently pushed back by slender, well-defined fingers. Yuan Shiyuan let out a soft “mm,” the wetness from his lips clinging to the departing fingertip, drawing a silver thread.

Pei Yanbing opened a mineral water bottle and carefully fed Yuan Shiyuan water, then meticulously wiped the moisture from the corners of his lips.

The significant size difference allowed Yuan Shiyuan to be completely enveloped in the Alpha’s embrace. Pei Yanbing seemed to relish the tender moment, carefully cleaning Yuan Shiyuan’s face with his hands as if washing a cat’s face.

Unfortunately, Yuan Shiyuan’s face was too wet, making it difficult to clean with hands alone. This only resulted in Pei Yanbing’s hands becoming drenched.

Pei Yanbing, who had a cleanliness obsession, wasn’t disgusted at all. Instead, he felt an unprecedented sense of satisfaction.

While feeling satisfied, he caught the lingering scent of another Alpha’s pheromones on Yuan Shiyuan. This stirred an increasingly intense, morbid desire and jealousy in him. He burned to cover it with his own pheromones, until Yuan Shiyuan was saturated, inside and out, with his scent…

Bao Jin and the others watched for a while before realizing something was off.

They had been busy working around them—first dragging Jiang Hang away, now cleaning up the surroundings. So why was Pei Yanbing holding Yuan Shiyuan and enjoying the moment?

What were they? Servants for Yuan Shiyuan and Pei Yanbing? Only useful when needed?

Especially when Pei Yanbing lowered his head to wipe Yuan Shiyuan’s lips, the meticulous and slow movement felt like a moment of intimacy no one else could penetrate, which was extremely irritating.

“I’ll take him back to the dorm.”

Just as Bao Jin reached out to carry Yuan Shiyuan away, Pei Yanbing, who had been quiet and expressionless, abruptly tightened his arm around Yuan Shiyuan’s waist.

His gaze, full of possessiveness, was all too familiar to Alphas.

Bao Jin stood still, narrowing his eyes slightly.

The two Alphas’ eyes met in a silent confrontation.

The atmosphere grew tense, and at that moment, Yuan Shiyuan let out a very soft whimper.

In truth, Yuan Shiyuan was mostly clear-headed by now, but it felt so comfortable that he continued leaning against the Alpha’s chest, letting him wipe the moisture from his face.

He was also wondering why this kiss felt better than the last one.

Although Pei Yanbing had pressed his hand against his gland this time, his gland had also been attended to last time.

Soon, Yuan Shiyuan reached a conclusion.

He had been “attacked” in more places this time.

When he kissed Pei Yanbing last time, his gland had been accidentally rubbed.

This time, while leaning back against the embrace, he was sitting in Pei Yanbing’s lap. With each deep kiss from the Alpha, he was kissed so forcefully he was thrown backward, his body inevitably swaying along.

Summer clothing was already thin, and through the light fabric, Yuan Shiyuan could clearly feel he was being “attacked.”

Although this wasn’t Pei Yanbing’s intention.

With this level of friction and impact, anyone would feel aroused. Yuan Shiyuan had also been an Alpha, so he understood.

It was just pitiable his little guy, not fully developed yet, being rubbed through the pants by the large orange segment.

Thankfully, thankfully, there were still pants in between.

Yuan Shiyuan’s thoughts wandered, and his brain finally fully regained function. His face felt too sticky, so he turned his head and rubbed his face against Pei Yanbing’s chest, using Pei Yanbing’s clothes as a tissue.

Tears and saliva were smeared onto the Alpha’s shirt, leaving dark wet stains.

Satisfied and cleaned up, he regained energy.

Yuan Shiyuan quickly pushed himself up using the Alpha’s shoulders, astonishingly lucid.

“What’s Jiang Hang’s situation? Is he okay?”

Without exaggeration, Jiang Hang had been like a zombie from an apocalyptic movie earlier, desperately gnawing at his lips and tongue. His thick tongue forcefully squeezed into the gap between his lips, tangling with his saliva, while the Alpha uncontrollably let his pheromones surge.

It was because the kiss was so long and deep that his mouth was now filled with the scent of Cabernet Sauvignon pheromone.

Ying Mingche said sourly, “You’re still concerned about him? Look what he did to you…”

Yuan Shiyuan impatiently interrupted, “Next time I’ll kiss you, okay?”

Ying Mingche’s tail would have wagged if he had one, his tone noticeably delighted: “Really?”

Yuan Shiyuan didn’t confirm or deny, turning his gaze to another person: “Can he still record the show normally?”

“He says he can.” Bao Jin looked at Yuan Shiyuan’s moist, swollen lips, his voice terrifyingly low. “He won’t die, anyway. No need to worry about him.”

If he can still participate in recording, then the issue isn’t too serious, right? Yuan Shiyuan finally felt relieved.

When he first differentiated, Jiang Hang must have smelled his pheromones, though they weren’t fully developed at the time. But Jiang Hang didn’t react strongly or show allergic symptoms, so Yuan Shiyuan let his guard down.

He hadn’t expected that the trace amounts of pheromones in saliva could cause such a strong reaction in Jiang Hang.

Jiang Hang’s loss of control was directly related to him. Fortunately, it wasn’t serious, otherwise he would have felt very guilty.

It seems he can’t easily engage in intimate contact like kissing with Jiang Hang in the future, Yuan Shiyuan thought.

“Alright. Brother Zhuang said we’re gathering at 2:30, right? I’ll go back to the dorm to shower first.”

“Please take care of cleaning up here.”

The Yuan Shiyuan who had just been kissed into a daze, only able to emit broken sobs and nasal sounds, was now a completely different person after becoming clear-headed.

If not for his still wet, flushed, and disheveled face, they would have thought the earlier scene was an illusion.

“Before you go, I need to say something.” Ying Mingche’s tone was resentful. “Do you know what I just discovered? The bandage on Jiang Hang’s neck fell off, and underneath was actually a hickey.”

“Do you know where this came from? I feel like it’s related to you.”

Bao Jin instinctively looked at Yuan Shiyuan.

Yuan Shiyuan averted his eyes, playing dead: “You ask me? Who should I ask? Why don’t you ask him directly.”

"Alright, that's all unimportant. Shi Yuan, you go shower first. We'll clean up the break room."

Hearing Ying Mingxi’s gentle voice, Yuan Shiyuan felt as if he had found a safe haven and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

In critical moments, Ying Mingxi was the one to rely on.

Yuan Shiyuan hurried back to the dormitory.

The moment the door closed, the Alphas’ expressions shifted, becoming dark and unreadable.

They continued injecting themselves with inhibitors.

Since earlier, they had been feeling feverish and restless. Fortunately, they carried inhibitors with them and had secretly administered a dose, avoiding losing control on the spot.

But who would have thought that someone else would lose control before them?

Bao Jin couldn’t help but mock himself—what a pervert he was, getting so aroused just from watching a friend being forcefully kissed by someone else.

However, his gaze slowly fell to the floor as he hesitated and said, "That capsule… can it really release that much fluid?"

"How could there be so much…"

As they cleaned up the messy floor, the air was filled with a sweet, cloying fragrance.

Pei Yanbing stared at the suspicious wet stain on his pants and, almost involuntarily, dipped his finger into it and brought it to his mouth.

The rich, sweet aroma traveled from his mouth to his brain, causing his back to straighten abruptly. He turned aside and took a deep, heavy breath.

His craving for touch was quickly awakened. Pei Yanbing stood up swiftly. "I’m going back for a bit."

"What’s going on?" Ying Mingche kicked a prop irritably, then picked it up and put it away. "Are we really their servants now? They had their fun, and we have to clean up their mess?"

Ying Mingxi didn’t seem to mind. "It’s a special situation—we should be understanding. Besides, the captain has an obsession with cleanliness, doesn’t he?"

Bao Jin was clearly displeased. With a cold expression, he wiped the wet stains on the floor with a tissue. The lingering, dense fragrance teased his senses, making his throat unconsciously swallow.

If he hadn’t injected multiple doses of inhibitors earlier, he might have lost control right then—perhaps even licking it in desperation...

"There’s even the scent of pheromones," Bao Jin murmured, sniffing the liquid on the tissue. "So realistic?"

Had this type of drug already advanced to such a level?

Ying Mingxi’s expression remained as gentle and non-threatening as always, but his gaze, fixed on the wet stains on the floor, slowly deepened with curiosity.

The other members didn’t think much of it because they had little experience with such drugs.

But Ying Mingxi came from an Alpha-Alpha household. His parents often used such drugs, and his father had even established a specialized medical laboratory for this purpose...

Despite sinking a fortune into it, his father never achieved the desired results. Synthetic products remained synthetic—no matter how expensive the materials used, they were still inferior imitations that could never pass as the real thing.

Such drugs could never produce such a natural, pleasant pheromone scent, nor could they evoke the strong soothing or seductive qualities of an Omega.

But an Alpha wouldn’t produce such abundant fluid like Yuan Shiyuan, nor would they emit a fragrance resembling an Omega’s. This phenomenon could easily be explained—when Yuan Shiyuan entered the lounge, he had inserted a capsule suppository right in front of them.

Ying Mingxi closed his eyes, inhaling the fragrance in the lounge with intoxication.

Though the air had been ventilated and cleaned, much of the scent had dissipated, yet he could still accurately detect the sweet Omega fragrance lingering around him, stirring the pheromones within him.

The scent was too delicious—far beyond what any drug could achieve.

Was it really… just because of the capsule?

-

There were still twenty minutes until the gathering time.

Yuan Shiyuan hurried back to the dormitory to shower and replenish his pheromone extract, but he noticed that the pheromone extract wasn’t as effective as before.

The heat deep in his abdomen showed no signs of subsiding, as if a small flame were burning there, causing his glands to tingle with a numb, itching sensation.

Yuan Shiyuan instinctively squeezed his knees together and rubbed his legs.

Though the feverish feeling didn’t affect his rationality, he still felt somewhat uneasy, along with a hidden… hunger.

A desperate hunger for S-class pheromones to be injected deep within him.

Was it because things had gotten too intense earlier?

Yuan Shiyuan recalled the sensation of Pei Yanbing’s advances through his pants and the sight of Ying Mingche in shorts… Though he hadn’t seen the actual scene, he could roughly imagine it.

Yuan Shiyuan pulled up a certain photo and immediately deleted it, coming to a conclusion.

No, it’s not possible.

It’s impossible to take it all.

He might not even make it past the beginning.

Better stick to the original plan and consider a Temporary Mark.

A Temporary Mark is the safest option.

Yuan Shiyuan had brought up the idea of "treating him as an Omega" earlier to test and observe the Alphas’ attitudes. Bao Jin was the most opposed to the idea of him being an Omega, while Ying Mingche was the most indifferent.

If Ying Mingche were more obedient and well-behaved, he might actually be a good choice—at the very least, he was a usable S-class. But Ying Mingche had such a big mouth—Yuan Shiyuan was really worried…

Originally, Yuan Shiyuan had prioritized Jiang Hang and Pei Yanbing, but after the recent incident of Jiang Hang losing control and forcefully kissing him, Jiang Hang was ruled out.

Pei Yanbing was the best candidate.

The heat deep in his abdomen continued to burn, followed by a wet, fluid sensation seeping through the fabric.

He froze for a moment, then turned to look in the mirror. The material of the disposable underwear was already thin, and now it was soaked through, becoming semi-transparent, revealing the pinkish skin beneath the fabric.

When the fabric pulled away from his skin, it left sticky, wet trails, silently clinging to his flesh.

"How… how is there so much fluid?"

Yuan Shiyuan looked bewildered as the sweet, cloying fragrance filled the room. He sniffed nervously and realized his pheromones had grown even stronger.

It was different from before.

His doctor had warned him about this—many of his Omega characteristics were still developing. Previously, when he was thought to be an Alpha, he had no pheromone scent not only because he wasn’t an Alpha but also because his pheromones hadn’t fully developed.

Development was a slow process, requiring constant stimulation and nourishment.

Not long ago, Yuan Shiyuan had been curious about his pheromone scent and deliberately released it to smell it. He thought it had already settled, but it seemed it could still change.

He lowered his head and sniffed again—it was quite fragrant…

Yuan Shiyuan wiped away the moisture on his body, making sure it had stopped flowing, before changing into a new pair of disposable underwear.

Then, as if covering his tracks, he tossed all the items into the black trash bag. To be safe, he wrapped them in several layers, afraid someone might discover his little secret.

Yuan Shiyuan packed a few more pairs of disposable underwear into his backpack. His lower abdomen was still hot, so he absentmindedly rubbed his belly but suddenly shuddered, nearly dropping the backpack.

What’s going on?

Is there a bomb planted in my stomach?

Yuan Shiyuan quickly picked up his phone and texted the doctor right away: "Doctor, my stomach has been feeling very hot and itchy lately, and scratching doesn’t help. Is this also because I’m developing?"

Doctor: "Yes."

Doctor: "Your reproductive cavity is developing."

Yuan Shiyuan: "??"

Doctor: "Also called the gestational sac. I told you before that your reproductive cavity is underdeveloped—very small and narrow. Maybe recently, with enough nutrients and pheromones, it’s growing faster, which is why you’re experiencing the warmth."

Yuan Shiyuan: "Oh my god! [Screaming]"

Doctor: "But relying solely on pheromones and nutrients, it’s hard for it to fully develop. The best way is to have someone forcefully open it for you."

Yuan Shiyuan: "...Thanks, but I don’t want it chiseled open."

Doctor: "What about those boyfriends of yours before?"

Yuan Shiyuan: "They’re friends."

Doctor: "Yeah, yeah, friends. Friends can help with that too—they can help chisel it open."

Yuan Shiyuan couldn’t help sending a voice message: "Can this thing be chiseled open randomly? Doctor, you’re quite open-minded."

The doctor’s voice message was clearly laughing: "So what? Good brothers would take a knife for each other—what’s wrong with checking the reproductive cavity?"

Yuan Shiyuan didn’t know how to respond. He typed and deleted in the chat box before finally saying: "Doctor, please don’t say that. I’m begging you, I really can’t accept an Alpha freely going in and out. [Praying hands emoji]"

Doctor: "Hahahaha, just teasing you."

Doctor: "But you should really consider it. S-class Alphas have strong hardware. With your five friends taking turns to help, it’ll be opened up quickly."

Yuan Shiyuan sent a "goodbye" emoji and quickly turned off his phone.

When he looked up again, his face beneath the pink hair was flushed, and even the tips of his ears were blood-red.

Fortunately, the warmth in his stomach was just because his reproductive cavity was developing, not a terminal illness.

Yuan Shiyuan had always been optimistic. Although growing a reproductive cavity in his stomach was a bit strange, it was still better than having an incurable disease.

Yuan Shiyuan went to the dumpster area, looked around to make sure no one was there, and quickly tossed the black trash bag into the bin.

He turned and walked toward the meeting point, spotting a familiar figure dressed in black ahead.

The person was dressed entirely in black, with silver ear studs glinting sharply in the sunlight. A band-aid was stuck on one side of his neck, and he was pacing anxiously, as if waiting for something.

Yuan Shiyuan turned to leave.

Jiang Hang spotted him first and walked over.

After multiple injections of high-concentration suppressants and other medications, Jiang Hang’s face was pale, but his lips were strikingly red.

Just like Yuan Shiyuan’s lips, abnormally red.

"Sorry, I just..." Jiang Hang’s voice was hoarse as he looked at Yuan Shiyuan’s damp, flushed face and swollen lips, his eyes filled with growing guilt.

"It’s fine," Yuan Shiyuan said, pretending to be relaxed. "Are you feeling better? Will it affect the recording?"

"It won’t," Jiang Hang said softly, as if weighing his words. "Just now... I’m sorry, I lost control."

Being forcibly kissed for over ten minutes, and now the other person was apologizing face to face!

Yuan Shiyuan was so embarrassed he didn’t know where to look. He gave a nervous laugh to lighten the mood. "At most, we just won’t practice kissing anymore."

"..."

"It was an accident, really."

Yuan Shiyuan: "Yeah, yeah."

Anyway, they wouldn’t be practicing anymore.

Even now, with his pheromones not fully developed, Yuan Shiyuan could drive Jiang Hang wild. Once he fully developed, wouldn’t Jiang Hang go completely insane?

If Jiang Hang was sent into heat by his pheromones and lost control even more than this time, pinning him to the ground—not just forcibly kissing him, but actually mating—wouldn’t that tear him apart?

He was already underdeveloped and pitifully small... No, no, absolutely not!

Jiang Hang’s silent gaze made Yuan Shiyuan increasingly uncomfortable. "Let’s hurry to the meeting point. We’re running late."

"Don’t overthink it. It’s fine, really. It was just practice. I won’t take it to heart."

"Besides, your kissing skills are just average. Really, it’s okay. I didn’t feel anything."

Jiang Hang’s expression stiffened abruptly. The guilt and self-reproach on his face were replaced by an indescribable complexity.

"I thought you enjoyed it," he paused, then said quietly, "You were panting the whole time..."

"Wait—"

Yuan Shiyuan made a stopping gesture, picked up his phone as if pretending to get a call, and walked off. "Brother Zhuang is calling me. Seems urgent. I’ll head over first."

"..."

Yuan Shiyuan turned to leave, but his wrist was suddenly grabbed.

"It was my first kiss, so I wasn’t very good," Jiang Hang’s fingertips were burning hot, his dark eyes swirling with stubborn intensity, though the tips of his ears were tinged with a bashful red. "I’ll practice properly in the future."

Yuan Shiyuan felt his scalp prickle under that gaze.

Jiang Hang’s current mix of guilt and determination was almost like saying he would take responsibility.

Yuan Shiyuan mumbled some excuses, pulled his hand back, and found an excuse to leave.

The production vehicle was nearby.

Just as Yuan Shiyuan was about to step forward, he spotted a tall figure under the shade of a tree ahead.

Dappled in the shifting shadows, Ying Mingxi wore a simple white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. The outfit looked especially refreshing in the sunlight.

When he saw Yuan Shiyuan, the corners of his lips curved into a gentle smile, and he walked over proactively.

"Shi Yuan."

"The car hasn't cooled down yet." Ying Mingxi and Yuan Shiyuan stood in the shade. "It's a bit stuffy. Should we wait a minute before getting in?"

Yuan Shiyuan didn't quite understand, he thought.

Even if the air conditioning in the car wasn't cool yet, wouldn't standing under the sun be even hotter?

Before Yuan Shiyuan could respond, his wrist was gently taken. Ying Mingxi's fingertips were slightly cool as they pressed against his skin, softly rubbing, like a friendly gesture.

Under Yuan Shiyuan's puzzled gaze, Ying Mingxi turned his hand over, and then, something was pressed into it.

Yuan Shiyuan hadn't gotten a good look at it before Ying Mingxi closed his hand around it.

"I picked this up earlier. I don't know if you still need it, but after thinking it over, I decided I should return it to its owner."

"Thank you, Brother Mingxi."

Yuan Shiyuan said without thinking. The object in his palm was small and hard—what could it be?

Had he lost something?

"It's nothing."

Ying Mingxi's larger hand closed around his smaller one. Ying Mingxi didn't let go; instead, he gently squeezed his fingertips. "If you really want to thank me, I hope that when you're in trouble, I'll be the first person you think of."

"Is that okay?"

Yuan Shiyuan blinked. "What kind of trouble?"

The car window rolled down, and Ying Mingche's annoyed voice interrupted their conversation. "It's so hot outside. Aren't you two getting in? What are you talking about?"

"Come inside, it's cooler in here."

But didn't he just say the air conditioning wasn't working well?

Yuan Shiyuan looked confused at Ying Mingxi, only to see him give another friendly smile. Then, he heard Ying Mingxi speak again, softly, in a pleading tone.

"If possible, please consider me first."

It wasn't until he was seated in the car that Yuan Shiyuan slowly uncurled his fingers, unnoticed by anyone else.

In his pinkish palm lay a white suppository, its edges slightly melted.

Yuan Shiyuan's pupils dilated.

It was the same suppository he'd pretended to use earlier in front of everyone but had actually slipped into his pocket.

Yuan Shiyuan froze. Instinctively, he glanced at the Alpha seated in front of him. As if sensing his gaze, Ying Mingxi turned his head slightly. The shifting light from outside the window cast a warm, harmless glow on Ying Mingxi's smiling face.

Yuan Shiyuan returned the smile.

But the moment he looked away, his smile vanished abruptly.

Yuan Shiyuan had kept the suppository hidden in his back pocket. But during a game earlier, he had to sit on Ying Mingxi's lap for ten minutes, followed by that chaotic kiss... Perhaps during one of those moments, the pill had accidentally fallen out, and Ying Mingxi, being observant, had picked it up, only returning it just now.

What he'd said earlier was definitely not spoken lightly.

Ying Mingxi had probably already figured out his secret.