Beast Gacha System: All Mine-Chapter 138: Human Anatomy **

Yes, they knew it was not real.

But why was she still a virgin?!

Pressed between the cold, rough stone of a support beam, the unforgiving wall, and the scorching heat of his body, Cecilia’s mind reeled. This ridiculous, fabricated high school scenario had somehow restored her hymen.

"Oh well," Eastiel smirked, his breath hot against her ear. "First come, first served, Elder Brothers..."

He had curled his fingers, wetting them thoroughly in his own mouth before slipping them in, exploring with a focus that made her toes curl.

She bit her lip so hard she tasted copper, a silent prayer to any listening deity that the sounds being wrung from her wouldn’t escape their shadowed alcove and echo down the deserted hall.

Cecilia was painfully aware of one of her feet, still clad in a loafer, sticking out past the edge of their hidden corner. The risk of being seen made her cling to him even tighter, her nails digging into the fabric of his uniform shirt.

That desperate, anxious clutch seemed to pour gasoline on the fire already burning in him.

"Fast or slow?" he asked, his voice a ragged whisper against her throat.

"Fast, please..." she gasped, the logic being that a swift, decisive act would be over before her nerves, or any passing staff, could truly register it.

"You’re not scared it’ll hurt...?" There was a genuine thread of concern woven through the hunger.

"I found out... it’s not the breach that’s the main problem..." she panted. "It’s the nerve... If I relax enough... it will just... slip in... easier..."

"Really...?" Eastiel murmured, a wave of relief softening his features for a moment. It made kind of sense. The membrane itself might remain, but the body could be coaxed, could yield without tearing. "But... I’m kinda... big. Even like this."

He glanced down briefly at the very human, yet still impressively substantial, cock straining against his trousers.

"I know..." Cecilia whimpered, a sob catching in her throat that was equal parts fear and want. "Mmmm... and it... it doesn’t look like yours..."

Eastiel moaned at that, the sound guttural.. "Yeah... it’s a human cock. You’ve never... tasted a human cock before, right...?"

"Mmm..." Cecilia shook her head. "It feels like cheati—"

"Feels like cheating?" he finished for her, his voice dropping to a dark murmur. "Yeah? Cheating on my beast cock?"

"Mm..." The helpless affirmation was swallowed by his mouth as he captured hers again, the kiss sealing it.

They were committing an act of infidelity against his other body in a world that didn’t exist.

"Mmh!"

She gasped as his slick fingers found the perfect angle, stroking ruthlessly over the bundle of nerves already screaming for release.

SQUIRT!

A hot, sudden gush of her own arousal soaked his hand.

"Fuck," Eastiel growled, a feral, pleased sound. He pulled his glistening fingers free. "It’s all over your keychains..."

With a deft, urgent motion, he unclasped the little cluster of pastel trinkets from his belt loop. They jingled softly in his grip. He didn’t hesitate. He dragged the soaked trinkets, glistening with her essence, right across the front of his own uniform shirt to clean them off, leaving a damp, transparent streak over his heart.

Crude. Yet so hot. Then, he shoved the keychains deep into the pocket of his jacket.

His hands returned to her, one gripping her hip with enough force to bruise, the other guiding himself. The blunt pressure was alien and immense.

Then... he pushed in.

"Ahh!"

The cry tore from her from the sheer fullness. It was too much. He was too much. The stretch was a white-hot brand. He paused, buried to the hilt, his own breath coming in ragged, shuddering gusts against her neck, his body trembling with the effort of holding still.

"Cecilia..." he breathed. He was sheathed inside a version of her that had no right to exist now, feeling a tight, impossible heat that was both familiar and terrifyingly new. The virgin cunt was stretched taut around him, clenching impossibly tight.

He began to move. A slow withdrawal that made her keen at the loss, followed by a deeper, more possessive thrust that stole the air from her lungs.

Each stroke was strong. Intense. The rough stone of the beam scraped against her back through the thin fabric of her blouse, a counterpoint to the exquisite friction within.

"Baby... you bleed a little bit..."

"I’m okay... it feels... good..."

Her forgotten foot, still awkwardly extended into the hallway, seemed a million miles away, her entire universe condensed to the point where their bodies joined.

"You’re taking it..." he rasped. "You’re taking all of it... my fake cock in this fake world..."

She could only moan, her forehead pressed to his shoulder, her own hands scrambling for purchase on his back, her earlier anxiety incinerated.

"It’s kinda... about to come out again..." she whimpered a wet sound against the column of his throat. The coiled tension in her belly was tightening anew, a spring wound impossibly tight by the relentless, smooth friction of him.

"What?" he asked, his voice gravelly with strain, his hips stilling for a fraction of a second.

"Mm... more—nghh!"

She couldn’t finish. Her body did it for her.

SQUIRT!

Another hot, gushing release, this one even more violent, soaking the both of them where they were joined. The sound was obscenely loud in the stone silence of the alcove.

Eastiel felt his knees actually buckle, triumph and arousal threatening to bring him to the ground. He braced an arm harder against the wall, holding them both up. "Baby..." he breathed, stunned, delirious. "Do you... do you like human cock that much...?"

"Mmmm... I like human cock...!" Cecilia answered, sobbing helplessly, honest. She did. It felt alien, but the smooth, thick slide of it, the lack of the familiar, textured ridges that usually drove her to a different kind of frenzy... this was a deep, full, aching pleasure that resonated in a place she didn’t know existed.

It was good. Not even Oathran’s cocks were this smooth...!

Eastiel felt a sharp, irrational spike of fury cut through the haze. Yes, he knew she was human. And logically, her body was surely more anatomically compatible with a human cock.

But was his own, the proud, textured, feline length that was as much a part of him as his mane, was it truly that inferior?

"Can I..." he began, the question spilling out in a burst of ludicrous hope, "Can I keep this cock outside of this world...?"

Cecilia let out a sound that was half laugh, half moan. She was just as helpless, just as bewildered by the discovery. She hadn’t known a human cock could feel this... snug.

"I think so...?" she whispered. With the high school human skins and all...?

"Really...?"

He didn’t wait. The fragile thread of his control snapped.

THRUST!

It was a deep drive that knocked her head back against the stone.

SLAP—SLAP—SLAP—

The rhythm began, hard and fast, the sound of their bodies meeting in the hidden space.

"Aaahh... aaa... aaah... aaaa..."

"Human cock feels that good, baby?" he pressed, needing to hear it again, needing the confirmation even as it stung a part of him.

"Mmm... so good, East..." she babbled, lost to everything but the feeling. "Your human cock... So... crazy good..."

"Fuck."

Eastiel closed his eyes tight, surrendering to the paradox. Somehow, without the distracting, pleasurable bumps and ridges of his true form, he could feel everything else clearer.

The silken, molten clutch of her inner walls, the way they fluttered and spasmed around him, the exact moment they began to rhythmically milk him.

He felt it all.

"Human cock indeed feels good..." he murmured, humbled. It wasn’t better or worse. It was just... different.

"It feels... crazy good, baby..."

DING!

[You’ve succeeded in the task: Make love with him!]

[Reward Rank 5]

- [5 Stars Artifact: Bully!Eastiel’s Metal Neck Cuffs]

+50% CritRate

DING!

[Unlock Rank 5 to gain this reward!]

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The fake world slowly dissolved around them.