Beast Gacha System: All Mine-Chapter 103: Lost Dignity

Despite his majestic appearance, the Oathran they had come to know was an easy-going man. A patient mountain. After they truly knew him, he seemed like a man who had no buttons to push, no triggers to pull. A being so settled in his own eternity that nothing could ruffle him.

But Cecilia knew she had deliberately found and pushed those buttons at least three times now.

The first was when she’d insisted she was a fake Saintess, a fraud. He’d snapped, saying if he said she was a Saintess, then she was. Her denial of her own worth was his line in the sand.

The second was after she’d slapped him for offering her to Arkai like a legacy to be managed after his death. That had disrespected her autonomy that it broke his noble facade.

And the third... was just now. Two syllables. Daddy.

Arkai, his arms locked around the struggling dragon, could feel the frantic, thunderous beat of Oathran’s heart against his own chest. A dark grin spread across the wolf’s face. "Elder Brother..." he murmured, his voice a low and provocative rumble near Oathran’s ear. "Did you... fuck her too? Your... daughter...?"

His hold shifted. One hand still gripped Oathran’s arm, but the other snaked around the dragon’s torso, palm splayed flat over the frantic rhythm of his heart. Quite a gesture that was both restraint and... something else entirely.

Nice assist, Arkai!

Cecilia threw a million mental thumbs-up his way before shrinking into Eastiel’s embrace, making herself small. She peeked out with wide, faux-innocent eyes. "Daddy... you’re scaring me..."

"You two—" Oathran snarled, the sound more beast than man, torn between fury and the maddening web they were weaving.

Oh, how exhilarating it was... teasing the unflappable, seeing the mountain tremble.

Come to think of it, Oathran’s control had frayed at the edges every time they were intimate, too.

When she’d asked him to mark her at the inn, deeper than Arzhen ever had. When she’d forced him to cum all over her face and hair instead of where he intended. When she’d asked them to ’put it in’ while grasping Arkai’s cock instead of his. And when she’d casually suggested all three of them ’put it all in’ at once...

No, if she really thought about it, the Dragon Lord was not unflappable at all.

[No, Cecilia...]

The System chimed in resignedly.

[It’s just that you possess a talent for making these men go mad...]

[We admire the essence of your soul!]

Shut up, System.

Meanwhile, Eastiel’s jaw hung slightly agape, his mind conflicted. This brand of roleplay... The primal part of him was undeniably stirred, but the part of him shaped by courtly manners and a lifetime of repressed longing didn’t know where to look or how to fit into this raw game.

"Cecilia..." he whispered.

She turned her face to him, her expression wickedly gleeful and apologetic. "Hubby..." she whispered back, her breath warm against his cheek. "I’m sorry, but I can’t stop..."

Can’t stop what?

"I can’t stop fucking my Daddy..."

Ah.

Aaaah.

The words ignited a fire in his veins. Seven long years of watching the love of his life bound to another man... years of biting his tongue, masking his heart with public criticism, all while she wore another’s scent.

And now, after finally having her within reach, she was bound to two other legendary males.

But he was never just another lover in a line. He was the one who should have been first. The one who loved her with a purity that bordered on obsession, long before bonds and mysterious power and dragons. He was the what if. The road not taken.

The second male lead.

He was everything she had always had. His devotion, his fury, his entire world. And she was the single thing he had ever truly wanted. She should have been his. Only his.

And in this twisted, exhilarating scene she was orchestrating... who was he now?

He was the cuck.

A dangerous spark cut through the confusion. His whisper turned low, a velvet-wrapped blade. "You love your Daddy’s cocks so much...?" he murmured, his lips grazing her ear. "More than your hubby’s?"

Oathran growled a protest into the charged air, "Brat—in heaven’s name, stop getting carried awa—"

Cecilia shook her head, sinfully confessing against Eastiel’s ear. "That’s not true... I love your cock too, Hubby... I do... It’s just... Uncle’s and Daddy’s cocks are too good to pass on..."

This strange, bitter ecstasy...

He finally had her. After years of longing and self-imposed distance, he was finally hers. She was his wife, his mate.

But she was still fucking other men.

And he liked it.

"Show me then," Eastiel demanded, his voice rough with need. "Show me how you fuck your Dad and your Uncle. Let me watch..."

Oathran finally wrenched himself free from Arkai’s hold. In one fluid motion, he hauled Cecilia out of Eastiel’s arms and against his own chest. She braced herself with a surprised, delighted squeal. "Da—"

He cut off the title with his mouth, kissing her deeply, swallowing the word and any protest she might have had.

"—mmmm—"

Arkai chuckled, a low, dark sound. He moved in behind Oathran, catching Cecilia’s free arm. He drew her hand to his lips, pressing a kiss to her palm, then trailed his mouth along her inner arm, finding the sensitive skin at the inside of her elbow with his teeth and tongue, pulling her closer to Oathran even as he claimed a part of her for himself.

Oathran grasped Cecilia by the waist, feeling the solid heat of Arkai’s body at his back.

Then he felt it. Arkai’s hand, sliding down past his own hip, fingers working to free him from the confines of his pants, liberating his twin draconian cocks. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

This is what my existence has been reduced to.

The mighty Dragon Lord, sovereign of the skies... now sandwiched between a heartless Saintess and the Black Wolf King, his most intimate self presented as a spectacle for a watching Golden Lion King.

Ahhh, where did my dignity go?

He could almost see it fluttering away into the vast starry sky above. It left him on the ground with nothing but heat, sensation, and the truth that he wouldn’t trade this mortal undoing for all the lonely eternity in the world.