Beast Gacha System: All Mine-Chapter 104: Ruin **

Cecilia had been quietly negotiating with the System. The Sense Sharing during her secret tryst with Arkai had been a glaring vulnerability. She needed controlled privacy. She’d pushed for a way to toggle bond abilities on and off.

The System, however, would not give her a simple switch.

[Yes! We will update a choice for you to toggle bond-rank abilities with individual Love Interests!]

[But Cecilia, to maintain integrity and prevent systemic abuse, we must impose a new framework of Connection Rules!]

[Rules:]

[1. Primary Tether: You must maintain a live connection with at least one Love Interest at all times. Total isolation is not permitted.]

[2. Initiator’s Risk: You may sever a connection, but the targeted Love Interest has a ten-second window to express verbal or emotional protest. If they do, the severance fails.]

[3. Reconnection Clause: You cannot re-establish a severed connection unless the Love Interest consents.]

[4. Reciprocal Right: A Love Interest may suggest severing their connection to you. You then have ten seconds to protest. If you do not, the connection severs.]

Cecilia scanned the rules. They were designed to prevent her from emotionally ghosting them or turning their bonds into mere utilities. It was fair how they enforced mutual consent and emotional accountability.

Hmm.

But let’s make this truly equitable. And let’s close some loopholes.

"Let me suggest additional parameters," she commanded.

First, Cecilia proposed a Cool-Down Period. After a failed severance attempt, whether hers or theirs, the same connection could not be targeted for severance again for a full 24 hours. This could prevent spam-arguing someone into submission during a fight.

And second, Clarity of Protest. The ’protest’ had to be clear. A grunt didn’t count. It must be a definitive verbal ’no,’ ’stop,’ ’I protest,’ or a surge of targeted emotional distress registered by the System directly through the bond. No ambiguous sighs.

The System was silent for a moment, processing.

[...Noted. Analyzing for game balance...]

It finally replied.

[Suggestions logged. Updates pending integration. Your foresight is... admirable, Cecilia!]

After her taboo adventure with Arkai in the frozen garden, she had returned to the other two. Without a word, she’d simply reached out with her mind to the bonds with Oathran and Eastiel, asking to reconnect the shared senses she’d severed for privacy.

Both had accepted immediately, their mental presences flowing back into hers, no questions asked.

At the time, she’d assumed the new connection rules were a solved problem.

Until this notification bloomed in her vision.

[Love Interest Eastiel Edengold has queried: Is it possible to temporarily suspend Sense Sharing on his end to enhance the voyeuristic experience of the current scenario?]

This kinky motherf—

So, this man had learned how to weaponize—or rather, utilize it for pleasure too. This... what a specific, curated kind of deprivation.

He didn’t want to feel it through her senses. He just wanted to watch. This dirty, filthy bastard.

Was this the fantasy that had haunted him during those seven long years? Not just of stealing her away, but of being the silent, unseen witness in the shadows of her marriage to Arzhen?

The cuck...?

No. That wasn’t quite right. The past-Eastiel would have wanted to replace, to conquer. This... this was different. This was a choice.

Now that he had her, he was choosing to sometimes... just watch. To make his possession a spectator sport. To savor the sight of her belonging to others, because her ultimate return to him was guaranteed.

Quite a power move dressed in submission.

So, what to do?

If he wanted a show, she would give him a performance.

"System," she whispered internally. "Sever the Sense Sharing connection between me and Eastiel..."

[Severing Sense Sharing connection for Love Interest: Eastiel Edengold...]

A brief pulse.

[Eastiel has accepted! Connection severed.]

"So fucking eager..."

Eastiel felt the loss of connection like a phantom limb. It was a sudden, hollow chill in the space where her sensations had lived in his mind. The severance hit his brain with a delicious pain.

This aching void in his chest, this bitter sense of disconnection... it was the sweetest poison. It made him feel, just for a moment, like he was no longer truly hers. Just a man who should’ve held the right to claim her completely, now reduced to a mere witness. Watching her ravishment by others.

He let himself sink back onto the furs, positioning himself beneath the tangled, moving shadows of the other three. Freeing his own aching cock, he began to stroke in time with the rhythm he could only see, not feel.

In the name of all the cursed stars, he was damned. Absolutely condemned. And yet, he would beg on his knees for this particular hell. To watch.

Oathran deepened the kiss, swallowing Cecilia’s gasp, his arms banding around her waist to crush her against him. His eyes, glowing faintly in the dark, were wide open, taking in every detail.

The flush on her skin, the dark intensity in Eastiel’s watching gaze, the possessive set of Arkai’s jaw. He felt the distinct, silent snap of Eastiel’s connection vanishing, and he felt the answering thrill of devious amusement that vibrated through Cecilia’s smile against his mouth.

Hubby was watching Daddy and Uncle fuck his bride.

Blasphemous.

Arkai didn’t stop. His hand, slick and sure, reached around Oathran’s hip, grasping one of the dragon’s twin cocks. He guided it firmly, positioning the heated length where he knew Cecilia needed it most.

His other hand slid between her thighs from behind, his fingers finding her pussy, stirring the wet heat there.

"Ohhhh..."

Her sweet, sweet voice...

Lost in the mechanics of the scene, in the feel of her and the solid heat of Oathran against his front, he didn’t register his own unconscious, grinding thrust of his cock against the dragon’s lower back, seeking its own rough solace.

"Daddy’s cocks," Cecilia whispered against Oathran’s lips, her voice breathy, "nine kisses long each..."

Oathran’s eyes rolled back, a guttural sound torn from his throat as the words and the sensation overloaded every circuit. Nine kisses long...

The Dragon Lord, undone by a whispered measurement and the knowledge that his brother-in-arms was using him as a living toy for their shared wife—all under the avid, severed gaze of the lion who loved her most.

He pushed himself in a single stroke.