Beast Gacha System: All Mine-Chapter 228: A Turn Off

What even was this woman?

Sienna’s mind had stopped functioning, overwhelmed, crushed under the weight of impossibility after impossibility.

Cecilia knew. She knew everything. That Sienna had drugged her own brother. That she had planned to trap him, to claim him, to make him hers. She had even lured her here, using herself as bait, and was now collecting proof.

Proof to show Arkai.

Proof that would destroy everything.

But that wasn’t even the worst part. The worst part was the strength. This impossible, incomprehensible strength that had frozen an entire cemetery, that had stopped time itself, that had rendered Sienna’s magic completely useless. She must’ve done some unimaginable things to be able to get this strong.

Not even her mother, Ines, was this strong.

This was... demonic!

This woman... Cecilia Araceli must be such an evil person. Such an evil, evil person.

She knew everything, yet she had still gotten trapped in that room. Was that part of her plan too? Had she wanted to be there? Had she wanted to—

She was also the girl Senior Arzhen hated so badly. The one who had sicced her boyfriend, Oathran, on him. Beating him up into a pulp. Sienna didn’t even know if Arzhen was okay now, if he was recovering, if he would ever be the same.

And just now, she had casually mentioned her other boyfriend. That dangerous, delinquent Eastiel Edengold. As if he were nothing more than a convenient wallet.

She already had two boyfriends. She used them as lackeys, as resources, as tools. Why did she need to take Arkai too?

Such greed. Such evil.

Yes. This was it. This was what they called a Villainess.

She had stolen Sienna’s precious moment. Her first moment with her brother. The night that should have been hers. The night she had planned for years, dreamed of, ached for. This woman had taken it. How could she have Arkai’s very first time? It was supposed to be hers!

And she did it all with that smile. That warm, eerily calm, beautiful smile. The smile of a holy woman, of a saint, of someone who looked like she belonged in temples and stained glass. But underneath, underneath, she was cold. Calculating. Precise.

Demonic.

She had ruined everything. Her love, plans, destiny. All of it. And she had done it in a way that was so much more shrewd, so much more evil, than anything Sienna could have imagined.

She didn’t understand. She would never understand how much Sienna loved Arkai. How deep that love went. How long she had waited, how much she had sacrificed, how many nights she had lain awake imagining a future where he was hers.

Never.

"Sienna."

The voice cut through her spiraling thoughts.

Cecilia’s narrowed eyes looked down on her.

"Why do you do all this?"

Sienna’s eyes faltered.

"Do you know what kind of trauma and lifelong damage you’ll inflict upon your brother?"

Cecilia’s voice was cold now. Icy. The warmth had drained away entirely, leaving something harder beneath.

"Do you know how much you’ll ruin your brother with your actions?"

Cecilia remembered.

The man in the dark bathroom. Soaking in a full tub of cold water, his body pale as death, his pulse barely there.

The crimson eyes that had opened in the darkness... not Arkai’s eyes, not the man she knew, but something else. Something broken. The creature, darker than darkness, that had loomed over her, that had pinned her, that had been born from the very trauma Cecilia was now describing.

Sienna didn’t know. Couldn’t know. Hadn’t seen. Or not sane enough to see—

But Cecilia had.

And she would never forget.

"What do you know about him?" Sienna seethed, the words forcing themselves through her frozen lips. She pushed against the telekinetic hold, managing to yell, "You’re nothing to him! You don’t know Arkai!"

Cecilia’s expression didn’t change. If anything, it softened. A gentle, almost pitying warmth settling over her features.

"Careful."

She reached out, her fingers tracing along Sienna’s frozen cheek with a tenderness that was somehow more terrifying than violence.

"Do you not realize how much of your body is in my control right now?"

She leaned closer, her lips brushing against Sienna’s ear as she whispered.

"Your muscle. Your bones."

A pause.

"Your organs."

Sienna’s eyes widened in complete horror.

What—

"I can make your lungs stop contracting. I can make your heart stop beating." Cecilia’s voice was soft. "Even better. I can make your blood stop circulating."

She pulled away slowly.

Evil.

This evil, evil, evil demon—!

"And what if I know more about him than you think?" Cecilia asked, her head tilting slightly. "What if I tell you that what you’re doing will destroy his life? That it will break him, long, long after you have no choice but to stop?"

She stepped back, her gaze never leaving Sienna’s face.

"You will be torturing him long after you can no longer do more damage personally. Because the damage you did will ripple outward and cause even more damage in the future."

What was this woman saying? What nonsense!

"The damage caused because the sister he thought he had... was actually someone who obsessively tried to ruin him. His reputation. His family. His best friend."

His son.

But that son wasn’t here in this world. At least not yet.

Cecilia’s voice was cold now. Hard.

In the real world, Sienna might have had "no choice." Her heat was uncontrolled. "No suppressant", nothing "they had tried", could manage it.

But in this world, Sienna had chosen.

She chose to drug him. She chose to lock him up. She chose to create a situation where he couldn’t run, couldn’t escape, couldn’t do anything but succumb.

"Who are you... to decide that?" Sienna’s voice cracked, desperate. "Everyone loves me. Father loves me. Mother loves me." Her eyes blazed with frantic certainty. "And Brother... he loves me most. Everything will be just as perfect as it is. Nothing will be ruined! Everything will work out!"

Cecilia looked at her for a long moment.

"How are you so sure?" 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

She shook her head slowly, a sad smile touching her lips.

"No, in the first place, how did you know your brother would fuck you, trapped in that room?"

Sienna’s eyes widened.

"Rather than fucking you, his beloved sister, he’d rather ruin his reputation. Destroy the wall. Flee. Collapse from heat with his cock hard in the middle of a bustling hall." Cecilia’s voice was gentle, almost wondering. "Do you know him at all?"

Again, the light in Sienna’s eyes faltered. Uncertainty crept in at the edges.

But—but she had designed the locked room especially so he couldn’t—so he couldn’t—

Could it be... he could have gotten out at any moment? But he didn’t... because it would cause the Dawnoros to lose face...?

"Alright." Cecilia’s voice pulled her back. "Let’s say he truly couldn’t get out. Let’s say you two were actually trapped in a locked room with absolutely no way out."

She leaned forward, her eyes boring into Sienna’s.

"What makes you think he wouldn’t rather die of brain damage than fuck you?"

Sienna exploded.

"THAT’S JUST BECAUSE I’M HIS SISTE—!"

"If I was his sister, he’d fuck me."

Cecilia said.

Arkai’s footsteps halted at the edge of the cemetery.

He had just arrived. Had climbed the hill, crossed into that strange, otherworldly domain, and walked straight into this.

But Cecilia didn’t stop.

"If I was his sister, even if we didn’t get trapped in an impossible situation with drugs... he’d still fuck me." Her voice was calm, certain, absolute. "On a random Tuesday. Just because I walked ’different’."

Arkai’s eyes faltered.

His face paled.

Then reddened, a deep, burning shame that spread from his cheeks to his ears to the very tips of his fingers.

"It’s not because you’re his sister, Sienna." Cecilia said. "It’s because you didn’t turn him on."

"At all."