Beast Gacha System: All Mine-Chapter 118: Raising Bets **

One dip.

A promise was a promise, even when it was a torment to keep. Oathran had to pull out eventually. With a low, ragged groan that spoke of immense... reluctant willpower, he did.

He pulled out slowly, exquisitely, until the sudden, cool air of the room was a shocking contrast on his cock to the heat they’d shared.

Cecilia slumped back in the chair, a breathless chuckle escaping her. Her face was flushed a deep, beautiful red, her lips parted as she tried to catch her breath. "Suddenly so determined..." she managed, her voice a husky tease, "...to finish the game...?"

Oathran growled, frustration mounting. "Aaaahhh..." he sighed as his cock twitched violently with the abrupt loss of her tight, wet heat. He stumbled back a step, his hip knocking against the edge of his own magical construct, making the whole table shudder. "Deal," he commanded, his voice rough. "Deal the next hand."

The cards levitated, beginning their silent shuffle.

Cecilia clenched herself internally, a subtle, private pulse of sensation. And although Oathran couldn’t feel that particular clench, his keen draconic eyes didn’t miss the way her body seemed to flutter for him, a fleeting wink of pink in the space he’d just vacated. Holy cunt.

One moment he was buried in heaven, the next he was cast out into the cold.

How devastatingly unfair.

Oathran sank back into his seat, the carved wood groaning under his weight. He let out another sigh. The game had to offer stakes worthy of the interruption. No longer just a layer of cloth. "I’m betting," he declared, his eyes locking onto hers, "...whatever the Saintess wants to do to me next. As my ante."

Cecilia chuckled. She leaned forward, her eyes glinting. "Then, if I win... I want to put something on His Majesty’s juniors."

Oathran’s brow furrowed. Put something on? On him? His mind, still swimming with sensation, conjured an alarming image. She... wouldn’t try to pierce him, would she? A piercing? Some... adornment?

The thought was absurd, unsettling, and... inexplicably thrilling. No. He’d already placed his ante. A dragon’s word was immutable. And by offering the bet, she’d opened the door for him to name his own desire for her.

"And I," he said, his voice dropping softer, "want the Saintess... to dance for me."

The memory of Eastiel’s words telling them of her performance of the Iudex Memoria. The image it painted in Oathran’s mind, of her body moving with that flexibility, of her grace turned to a private spectacle just for him... it had taken root and refused to leave.

The magical table finished its silent work. Two cards slid smoothly across the felt, coming to rest before each of them.

Cecilia picked up her cards, her face perfectly flat. Not a flicker of emotion crossed her features. She was a closed book.

And so was he. Oathran lifted his own cards. The only hint of the storm within was the twitching, weeping cocks resting against his stomach and thigh.

Cecilia looked at her cards. It was another shitty deal. A mismatched seven of clubs and three of diamonds, the kind of hand that screamed defeat from the very first glance. The distance was too large.

She raised her face and offered a serene smile. "Fold?"

Oathran put his cards down flat on the table, his gaze never leaving hers. He gave a slow shake of his head. "Just check."

Challenges hung between them. I’ll see your nothing, and raise you my patience.

After she, too, placed her cards back down, the magical table hummed to life, beginning ’the flop’. Three cards slid from the deck and turned face-up on the felt.

Ace of diamonds, five of hearts, queen of hearts.

Ah...

The five and the queen were hearts, but her three and seven were useless here. The ace was a powerful high card, but it wasn’t hers. Yet. Oathran’s expression remained a placid lake.

"Check," Oathran said, his voice even. He was giving her rope.

Cecilia didn’t hesitate. She leaned forward, the movement causing her remaining layers of silk to whisper. "Raise," she interrupted, her smile turning sly. "I’ll dance on top of you."

Oathran’s composed mask cracked with a frown. Then, his eyes snapped shut as the image, her body moving against his, on his, hit him hard. "...Call," he breathed, the word strained. His competitive fire flared. "I will even let you pierce me."

Pierce?

Cecilia’s mind, which had been spinning a simple, sensual bluff, stuttered. She’d never actually thought of piercing him! But... ah... the idea of adorning that proud, rigid length with something delicate, like a hairpin inside his tiny little hole... his tip...?

Could her bluff work?

The table began the ’turn’, revealing the next community card.

Four of clubs.

Oh no.

This was dangerous.

The four. It connected with her three. And the five was already on the table. A minuscule twitch at the corner of her eyebrow, a fleeting tension she couldn’t wholly suppress.

He caught it. Of course he did.

"Raise." Oathran said.

Fuck. Cecilia cursed inwardly. What did he have? Had he paired the queen on the table? A full house? Or was he a predator who’d just seen his prey flinch, and was now moving in for the kill, reacting purely to her reaction?

"I’ll... let you add one more..." Oathran raised the bet.

"Your Majesty," she teased, "you know you don’t have to raise it like that, right? You can simply add a little bell on it..."

A little... bell...?

It short-circuited his mind for a moment. His gaze went distant, picturing it. "Deal," he nodded, slightly dazed. "A little bell."

"Call," Cecilia agreed quickly, before he could rethink. Then, she added her own sweetener. "I’ll tear down another layer of my clothes with the dance."

"That’s not enough," Oathran protested, his focus snapping back.

"Then, two layers. Your choices." She bargained.

"Alright."

The table arrived at the ’river’. The final card’s reveal would seal their fates.

Six of spades.

Cecilia’s blood sang. She kept her face calm, staring straight at Oathran, who was studying the new landscape of cards.

"Last bet," she announced, her voice steady.

"Check," he said, giving nothing away.

"Check," she echoed.

The moment of truth.

They revealed their hands simultaneously. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

And seeing his cards, her eyes faltered.