After Alpha Discovered Pheromone Hunger - Chapter 1
Chapter 1: Temptation — The Silken Dance of Saei
According to the customs of the country Sakura-Tsuru, when one achieves success in their career, it’s customary to gather at a linguan — a type of elegant entertainment house.
Pei Yu had just wrapped up a seminar and hurried to a well-known linguan.
He was still wearing his sharp, well-fitted suit, the collar of his shirt buttoned all the way up, and his dark tie meticulously tied — a stark contrast to the lavish and hedonistic atmosphere of the venue.
“Professor Pei, over here!”
His friend, Koichi Sawamura, spotted the tall figure by the entrance and stood to wave him over.
The rest of their project team had already started drinking. The table was cluttered with bottles of alcohol and various dishes.
Some had their arms around geisha dressed in traditional waso, noisily playing drinking games, their faces flushed red — completely shedding their image as serious researchers.
Though this wasn’t Pei Yu’s first time coming here to celebrate a project award, he still hadn’t gotten used to the atmosphere.
He sat on a soft cushion, opened a bottle of alcohol out of courtesy, and stared absentmindedly at the glass in his hand.
His glass was suddenly tapped. Koichi sat beside him, grinning.
“Professor Pei, tonight’s different from usual. The top performer of this linguan is dancing tonight. We had to reserve these seats a long time ago.”
Pei Yu lowered his eyes and took a sip of wine, speaking calmly, “A dance? Don’t all linguan geisha know how to dance?”
In the past, people had even booked private rooms to have geisha perform for them one-on-one.
“Aiya, just wait and see. Hachiru is nothing like the others.”
Pei Yu didn’t respond.
That name didn’t sound like it came from Sakura-Tsuru — more like it belonged to someone from his homeland, Shenzhou.
The lights in the hall dimmed, casting a spotlight on the corner of the stage.
A fusion-type Omega appeared, with a pair of fluffy pink fox ears, and a voluminous tail that arched upward, peeking from under a semi-transparent silken skirt, the tip just brushing his calves. With every step, the tail gently grazed his leg.
He wore a gossamer dance costume, the front carelessly draped to reveal sharp collarbones. His waist was shockingly slender, visible beneath the sheer fabric. A tiny silver bell tied around his waist jingled crisply with his movements.
The hall fell completely silent. All one could hear were his approaching footsteps — and the bell at his waist.
He didn’t walk quickly, but with deliberate steadiness.
His skirt was slit extremely high, almost bare, but a strip of inner white cloth wrapped his upper thighs tightly — as if teasing the audience.
A fox — a seductively dangerous fox straight out of folklore.
No one in the audience could look away from him.
Including Pei Yu.
As the music started, the seductive melody made one’s heart itch — like the voice of a heat-stricken Omega pleading for relief.
Most in the audience couldn’t understand the lyrics, but they still shifted uncomfortably under the song’s suggestive rhythm.
But Pei Yu could understand them.
Each word of this Shenzhou-language song spoke of hunger and longing — every single lyric too indecent for polite company.
And Pei Yu understood every word.
As a typical Alpha, his gaze burned as it lingered on Hachiru. Though he still held his wineglass calmly, his breathing had quickened.
Hachiru moved with the music, lips curved in a bewitching smile, radiant and alluring.
As he spun, his fox tail quivered, sometimes wrapping around his body before falling away, causing the already high-slit skirt to hike up further.
His legs were fully revealed — not overly muscular, but with balanced, elegant lines. His fair skin seemed so soft it might bruise with the lightest touch.
Rather than “beautiful,” the word “tempting” suited him far better.
As the music reached its climax, Hachiru lowered himself, kneeling gracefully on the stage, knees together, bowing low as he performed a smooth body wave.
His chest nearly touched the floor, his back arched deeply, tail lifted high, the sheer fabric clinging and stretching to outline a perfect curve.
He moved naturally — like a fox lazily stretching.
But to any observer, he seemed to be offering his body in full display, stretched out like prey, just waiting for someone to grab that tail and…
Predatory stares roamed over him — not appreciative, but objectifying, steeped in depraved fantasy.
Some leaned forward, clutching wineglasses, murmuring vile things as they gulped down expensive alcohol.
“How can someone lift their tail like that?”
“I want to see him cry…”
“Who could possibly resist a dance like that?!”
…
These voices, no matter how crude, surely reached Hachiru’s ears. Yet his smile remained unchanged.
He played with the silk on his body under those filthy gazes, teasingly lifting and dropping the sheer fabric in rhythm with the beat.
Though nothing private was truly exposed, the audience’s eyes had already stripped him bare.
Pei Yu took a sip of cold wine, trying to cool the mess of thoughts stirring inside him. He loosened his tie, unbuttoned the top of his shirt.
He couldn’t help feeling hot — an utterly human, physiological reaction that annoyed him greatly.
Not far from him, another Alpha male leaned back, openly ogling Hachiru while whistling, his words vulgar and his eyes disgusting.
And the fox on stage? He merely smiled and blew a kiss in return.
Too practiced, as if no insult could touch him. Maybe even fueled by it.
He appeared invincible.
A decadent, poisonous flower — like he was born for this.
That was the phrase that sprang to Pei Yu’s mind.
The stage lights were dim; sitting in the crowd, Pei Yu didn’t stand out.
He lowered his gaze to his drink, but his breath grew even more uneven.
He knew all too well: to Hachiru, he was no different from every other man here leering at him with impure desire.
They were all here to consume.
Hachiru stepped down from the stage, barefoot on a mirrored runway only one step above the audience.
The glossy floor reflected his every move, even the trembling fluff of his tail. His inner lining hid everything but left plenty to the imagination.
The runway was barely a step from the audience. His gauzy robes brushed against people as he walked by — so close he felt tangible, not unattainable.
A thing anyone could touch, possess for a night — if the price was right.
Nearby security kept a sharp eye on the frenzied crowd, scolding and stopping those who tried to leap at Hachiru.
But Hachiru’s expression never faltered. Even when people hurled crude comments at him, he just half-covered his mouth and giggled, leaning in to whisper something low into their ears.
Photos, caresses, drink after drink — he accepted all without protest.
He kept walking until he reached Pei Yu.
The fox’s perfume was light — a faint scent of roses — mixed with a drunken aroma that made it all the more intoxicating.
His eyes were rimmed red from drink, the area beneath them flushed pink, his face pale but with a healthy glow — a look ripe for misunderstanding.
He leaned in slightly, the sheer robe slipping off his shoulder, leaving only the inner layer that barely covered his toned chest.
“Would you like to have a drink together, guest?”
His voice was lovely, perfectly Shenzhou, with a trembling tail-end softened by just the right amount of drunken slur — seductive, not crude. Only he and Pei Yu could understand it.
No one could refuse such an invitation.
Pei Yu swallowed hard, grabbed a new wineglass from the table, poured half a glass of sparkling wine, and handed it over.
“Thank you.”
Hachiru placed his hand over Pei Yu’s, gently pulling it toward him as he downed the wine in one go.
Even after emptying the glass, he didn’t let go of Pei Yu’s hand.
Still holding it, he pressed the chilled glass to his flushed face, his slightly drunken eyes misty, his lips curled into a faint smile:
“That was delicious. Thank you.”
Pei Yu’s breath caught.
The moment Hachiru let go, Pei Yu quickly pulled his hand back.
His palm was cold — from the glass — but the back of his hand was warm, as if Hachiru’s heat had lingered there.
But Hachiru didn’t leave.
He raised a hand, forming half of a heart gesture, and asked in Shenzhou again:
“May I take a picture with you?”
The others didn’t understand the encrypted language, unaware that this geisha — who had always passively accepted requests — was now actively making them to a single guest.
Wearing his signature flawless smile, Hachiru never broke character.
Pei Yu had no reason to refuse such a simple request. He picked up his phone and mirrored the heart gesture, leaning in.
As he moved closer, Hachiru grabbed his hand and guided it to his neck, making Pei Yu hold his slender throat.
“Nn…”
Hachiru frowned slightly, as if in pain, his eyes naturally misting over with tears, his gaze reddened. Then he smiled and tilted his head, breathing hard as he leaned forward, his fox tail brushing behind him.
He let out a soft moan, enough to mislead, his throat moving under Pei Yu’s hand as he swallowed.
He looked utterly enraptured — from nothing but a gentle touch.
Pei Yu hadn’t used any force — just rested his hand there.
Hachiru had tightened Pei Yu’s grip himself.
The phone’s flash went off at the worst possible moment. Pei Yu had accidentally pressed the shutter in his daze, capturing multiple shots of the enchanting little fox.
Hachiru looked down, eyes glossy with tears, glimmering in the light. His lips parted slightly, breathing in soft gasps, his chest heaving.
He made no effort to hide his arousal — even exaggerated it — offering himself up as a vision to Pei Yu.
He spoke again, in perfect Shenzhou:
“Ah… thank you, guest.”