Beast Gacha System: All Mine-Chapter 266: Headache

"TELEPORTATION?!"

All three exclaimed at once, their voices layering into a single, thunderous chorus of shock.

Yes. This was Cecilia’s exact same reaction back in Chapter 47. How nostalgic.

Oathran recovered first, his grey eyes narrowing in contemplation. He had known Sense Sharing wasn’t the full extent of their bond. He had suspected, when he learned the depths of Cecilia’s power, that there was more. But this—

"Not involving wormholes...?" He hummed, the sound thoughtful. Then he nodded, slow and deliberate. "Incredible. Incredible."

"Is that even scientifically possible?" Eastiel’s tail wagged listlessly behind him, completely involuntary, completely unconscious, completely betraying his academic excitement. "In the other reality we visited, there were teleportation gates. Could it be like that? But most definitions are loose—the warp kind of teleportation, or the jump kind..."

His muttering trailed off into theories, possibilities cascading through his mind faster than he could voice them.

Arkai’s tail was wagging excitedly, while his face remained completely solemn and serious. The contrast was devastating.

"Does it mean we’re using our own bodies as the ’gate’, so to speak?" He asked, his voice measured, analytical. "Summon... I could call you forth from anywhere in this world?"

"I presume you already had this ability long ago, yes, Saintess?" Oathran’s voice carried a note of worry beneath the curiosity. "But you’re only revealing it now?" He tilted his head. "May we know why?"

Cecilia nodded, appreciating his perceptiveness.

"It’s because, frankly, we hadn’t known each other well before." She met each of their eyes in turn. "I was trying to preserve boundaries. Privacy." A pause. "Not to mention, I wasn’t ready for the kind of chaos four different people would bring with this kind of power."

Until now, she hadn’t had a justifiable reason to reveal it. She hadn’t needed telepathy or summon. Even with Arkai’s recent rampage. In the end, she had managed without them.

It might even have been dangerous to use telepathy or summon in that situation. Too many misunderstandings. Too many unsafe conversations in the aftermath.

"...chaos?" Oathran tilted his head.

Beside him, Arkai and Eastiel mirrored the movement perfectly. Three powerful men, three confused expressions, three identical head-tilts.

Adorable.

"Alright." Cecilia smiled warily, bracing herself. "Let’s just try turning it on to give you some examples."

She took a breath.

"System, let’s try telepathy now. In three, two..."

[Eastiel: "Boobs."]

...

...

...

Cecilia blinked.

[Arkai: "Boobies."]

Her eye twitched.

[Oathran: *Cecilias_boobs.jpg*]

An image. He sent an image via mind. A very clear, very detailed, very recent vision.

Cecilia exploded in red.

The floating chat function hovered before her eyes, three messages, two voices and one detailed boobs image in her mind, three husbands’s minds finally released and united.

"I’M TURNING IT OFF!"

"WAIT SAINTESS, WE’RE SORRY!" Oathran’s voice cracked.

"NO! I DIDN’T MEAN TO—" Eastiel’s protest was cut short.

Arkai hid his reddening face with one hand and whispered, "...sorry."

Cecilia buried her face in her hands and groaned.

[Eastiel: Bad, bad, bad, bad, ba—]

The string of messages scrolled through the chat function, a desperate attempt to drown out his own inappropriate thoughts with sheer volume.

[Arkai: Sssshhh, control your thoughts.]

The admonishment was undercut by the fact that Arkai’s own mental voice was strained, fighting against the very chaos he was trying to police.

[Oathran: *Sad_beach.gif*]

A tiny animation of a lone figure standing on a beach, watching waves roll in, exuding existential melancholy.

[Oathran: Why are we such a creep...?]

The question was plaintive, genuine, the voice of a four-hundred-year-old dragon suddenly confronted with the realization that he and his brothers were, apparently, that kind of men.

Cecilia’s smile widened.

Her mind moved through the interface, testing its capabilities. So she could view messages through this separate chat function if she wanted to avoid mental clutter, but she could also choose for them to transfer directly into her consciousness? How convenient.

And embarrassing.

She wondered how her husbands perceived it. Did they see images in their minds? Hear voices? Was it like the default setting for her, since they didn’t have the System?

[Cecilia: husbands_dickpic1.jpg, husbands_dickpic2.jpg, husbands_dickpic3.jpg, husbands_dickpic4.jpg]

Oathran froze.

Arkai froze.

Eastiel froze.

Three powerful men, three warriors, three kings, reduced to statues by the sudden, unexpected appearance of their own anatomy rendered in perfect, humiliating detail.

What—what was this ultra high definition vision of their junks?!

"SAINTESS!"

"CECE! NO WAIT!"

"AAAAAHHH CECILIA!"

Their voices crashed through the mental connection in a chorus of pure mortification.

Cecilia’s smile was lopsided.

"Payback."

[Arkai: This is a taunt.]

His mental voice was flat, but beneath it was a current of something dangerous.

[Eastiel: Cecilia, you can’t taunt us and expect us to do nothing about it.]

The lion’s voice was practically purring with anticipation.

[Oathran: It’s been a while since we did it all together.]

The dragon’s comment was casual, almost offhand, but the weight behind it was unmistakable.

[Eastiel: That’s what I’m talking about.]

[Arkai: Dibs on her pussy.]

Cecilia choked.

[Eastiel: WHA—?! THEN DIBS ON HER AN—]

[Oathran: ...mouth. Mine.]

The dragon’s claim was quieter, yet absolute. Somehow more devastating for its simplicity.

Cecilia’s face was burning.

[Cecilia: Why not everyone at once...?]

[Arkai: Rubbing cocks with Eastiel’s spiky cock? No, thanks.]

[Oathran: Then rubbing cocks with mine is fine?]

[Eastiel: YOU JUST DON’T WANT TO HAVE PREMATURE EJACULATION THANKS TO MY SPIKY COCK!]

[Arkai: Bet, fine, let’s rub dicks you little shit. Let’s see who fucking cum first.]

[Oathran: Inside the Saintess’ pussy, right? You won’t just rawdog each other’s cocks, right? Cause that’s gay. Gay as fuck.]

Cecilia’s hand moved to her forehead.

A headache was forming. A massive one. This was the very reason why she didn’t tell them about this until now.

[Cecilia: I swallow East’s spiky cock all the time and it’s not bad. It’s actually not that spiky. What’s wrong with it?]

[Oathran: ...]

[Arkai: ...]

[Eastiel: ...]

Cecilia stared at the chat function, then at her three husbands.

[Cecilia: Alright, if you don’t like spiky cock rubbing yours, let’s make them smooth and snug like human’s.]

Huh...? Like hu—

"System." Cecilia sighed. "It’s time for the harem scenario."