Beast Gacha System: All Mine-Chapter 17: Morning After
That morning, the first thing Cecilia registered was the cool air on her bare skin, raising goosebumps. The space beside her in the bed was empty, the sheets holding only a fading warmth.
Oathran...
Cecilia’s whole arms flew up her face, covering her entire head. "Uuuhhh..."
She sat up, the soft linen pooling at her waist, and the memories flooded back. A hot blush swept from her chest to the tips of her ears.
The weight of him, the searing heat of his mouth, the way his voice, dark and rough, had wrapped around her name.
But one memory eclipsed all others. The sight of him slipping his fingers past his lips, coating them wet of his saliva, before plunging it deep inside her most intimate core. The feeling of him marking her there, planting his scent inside her with a claiming pressure... it had shattered her for a fifth time.
Her release...
It was too much. Too intense. Too... everything.
"Oh, God..."
Ah—
So... hot.
What he did was just—too sexy—
After that final release had wracked her body, he had frozen. His control had snapped. He’d practically fled, stumbling into the bathroom and locking the door with a sharp click.
She had lain there, boneless and trembling, listening to the ragged, rapid sounds from behind the door. The sharp intake of breath, a low, strained grunt of effort, and finally, the merciful rush of water that washed the evidence of his own desperate release away.
SLAP!
Cecilia slapped her face with both palms. "Faaah—!"
The Dragon Lord’s seed... down the drain...
"Aaaahhhh!" Cecilia shook her head, covering her ears.
After that, how could she get lulled by the sound and drift into sleep?
A new, thrilling thought occurred to her.
She wondered if it had worked.
If his scent, that ancient, powerful signature, now clung to her very essence. If other beasts, with their sharp senses, would catch the fragrance of storm and fire and sun that he had left inside her.
A deep claim that no superficial marking could ever hope to match.
"Oathran..." she whispered into the empty room.
Bad. This was so bad.
Hadn’t she sworn to herself she would sever their bond once she got a new heart?! It was a temporary arrangement! A means to survival!
It wasn’t good to catch feelings now!
A shameful part of her whispered that if the man had just... fucked her last night, if he’d been rough and selfish, she might not be falling so hard right now. The physical act could have been just that. An act. A transaction.
But why was he such a gentleman?
Why was he such a—such a dignified, honorable, maddeningly principled man?!
Unfair!
That Heavenly Elixir! She had to get it, and fast. She needed to roll before her resolve completely melted like a puddle of... of...
Fuuuu...
"System! How many Love Points do I have?" she demanded.
[Good morning, Cecilia!]
[Congratulations! You’ve completed daily interaction with Love Interest, Oathran Alicei!]
[Congratulations! You’ve obtained Hidden Achievement: Gentlemanly Devotion!]
[Met specific condition: He respects you so much he won’t touch you without your love!]
[Congratulations! You’ve obtained Hidden Achievement: Still Virgin!]
[Met specific condition: Have a sexy time with him without going all the way!]
[Congratulations! You’ve obtained Achievement: First Intimacy!]
[Met condition: Have a sexy time with him for the first time!]
DI-DI-DI-DING!
[Love interest affinity level up!]
[Lv. 2 —> Lv. 3]
[Lv. 3 —> Lv. 4]
[Lv. 4 —> Lv. 5]
[Lv. 5 —> Lv. 6]
[Claim rewards?]
[Yes/No]
...
...
...
Silence.
Cecilia stared at the transparent screens floating before her in disgust.
[...Cecilia...?]
The system prompted, its chipper tone now hesitant.
She let out a long, suffering sigh, collapsing back onto the bed. "This is mockery."
"Everything is just a game for you, huh?" She shook her head, pressing the heels of her hands against her eyes. "Just answer my questions."
[Yes!]
[You have 1108 of Oathran Alicei’s Love Points!]
"What?!" Cecilia flinched, bolting upright.
That much?! In just... one night? Yesterday, didn’t she only have around 270 points? The sheer, emotional intensity he must have been feeling to generate that...
She took a deep, steadying breath, forcing herself to calm down. Points were points. They were a means to an end.
"How many rolls would that be?" she asked, her voice clipped.
[Calculating...] 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦
[You have 221 rolls!]
"Huuuu... alright," she breathed out, mentally running the numbers. "So, because I already won my first 50/50, this round of rolling is not guaranteed to be his bond copy..."
She closed her eyes, sending a silent, desperate prayer into the void. She didn’t need his bond copy right now. She needed that elixir. Let it be the Heavenly Elixir out of all the possible five-star items.
"Ten rolls!"
DING!
DING!
DING!
Nothing. A cascade of three-star junk and one useless four star item.
"F—uuuhhh. Fine. Ten more rolls!"
DING!
DING!
More nothing. The universe was clearly testing her.
"Come on! Ten rolls!"
DING!
"Goddamnit!"
DING!
"AARGH!"
DING!
"Come on.This is hard pity... hard pity. Just ten more!"
DING!
"What?!"
There were still 9 pity left. Why did it have to go down to the absolute wire?! Was this karma for her insane luck on the very first ten-pull?
"Fine. Ten rolls," she muttered, her eyes sharpening to slits. This was it.
Come on. Come on. Come on. Please.
DI-DI-DING!
[Five stars Oathran Alicei!]
Cecilia’s eyes widened.
Huh...?
Did she just...win her second 50/50 in a row?
But before she could even process the implications—
DI-DI-DING!
[Five stars Skill Orb: Fellatio!]
Huh?! A double? In a single ten-pull?! Two five sta—wait.
Fella...
"WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SYSTEM?!"
Knock, knock—click—
"Good morning, Sainte—"
Oathran stood in the doorway, a tray of warm breakfast cradled in his intact arm, and froze. His gaze, warm and tentative a second before, landed on her, naked on the bed, the sheets pooled carelessly around her soft, lean waist.
DING!
[Resonating Bond Copy...]
[Rank 2: Sense Sharing, unlocked!]
Instantly, Cecilia was hit by a heavy, dizzying wave of arousal. But it wasn’t her own—
No.
It was his. Oathran’s. Right this very moment. A flash of sharp, visceral desire, so potent it stole her breath.
"Saintess... cover... yourself..." the man’s voice was strangled. He swiftly closed the door, then turned to face it, his broad back a solid wall blocking any view from the outside world.
"Mmm..." Cecilia fumbled, pulling the blanket up to her chin. But the sight of his tense back, the way his shoulders were locked... and that obvious bulge she saw between his legs. It made her swallow.
Swallow...?
[Adding five stars Skill Orb: Fellatio into your skill tree!]
[Processing...]
Another flood of forbidden knowledge poured into her brain.
GULP—
She’s fucked.
