Beast Gacha System: All Mine-Chapter 246: Her Raw Version **

Arkai was one hundred percent sure Cecilia Araceli was someone specifically designed to seduce him.

She had to be. Blessed by some mischievous god who found mortal suffering amusing, perhaps. Built to make him lose his mind, piece by piece, word by word.

To get trapped with him in that room instead of Sienna? Someone as smart as her? That was no coincidence. It couldn’t be.

To not be afraid of a man drugged to attack any woman trapped with him? To instead seduce him, to make him cum imagining them having sex, even though they were nothing but colleagues, closer to strangers, beforehand?

The familiarity. The certainty. The way she could read him like a book, knew exactly how he would react, knew that he would go along with every word, touch, demand...

It would be believable if she had put a hex on him. Some spell that made him unable to refuse her no matter what. The audacity of her words, of how true they were—

Now, with his cock nudging against her entrance, freed from his pants...

It might be completely over for him.

This woman had to be an agent. He was the target. The Dawnoro family was doomed. That must be it. She wanted their power, their influence, their everything. Because he would put it all at her feet. He would look up at her hoping for praise, like a dog—

"Finally..."

Her voice cut through his thoughts.

"Arkai Dawnoro’s cherry is mine~"

His brain short-circuited.

Finally?!

Finally?!

Cecilia’s smile was like a fox’s. A seductress, finally getting what she had been hunting. The expression was triumphant, satisfied, hungry.

In the real world, she hadn’t been Arkai’s first. That man had lived for a hundred years before they met, and he had been far more experienced than even the four-hundred-year-old Dragon Lord.

But here, in this world, Virgin Arkai Dawnoro was hers.

And she could finally have all three.

"Wait—"

Arkai’s hands caught her hips, breathless, desperate. His mind grasped for something, anything, to slow this down, to make sense of what was happening.

"Your boyfriend—Eastiel Edengold... or was it Oathran Alicei—"

Cecilia smiled down at him.

"Is this your first time meeting a slut, Mr. Dawnoro?"

A slut.

She called herself a slut.

He was about to fuck a slut, not someone else’s girlfriend...?

But why—

Why did both possibilities excite him?!

Cecilia Araceli. Either two other men’s girlfriend. Or the school’s most talented slut. Both options were there, both possibilities real, and he was about to give her his v-card either way.

Oh Dawnoro Ancestors.

The Dawnoro Family was going to fall into this woman’s hands.

And the seed of its future generations was about to be spilled into her womb—

"Good God—"

THRUST.

White.

Arkai’s vision swam.

The feeling, this feeling of tightness, of wetness, of warmth, was like nothing he had ever experienced.

"Aaaaaahhh—"

Arkai let go of her hips, letting them fall down, letting gravity and instinct take over. To part her walls apart, to fill her to the brink. This impossibly succulent feeling wrapping around him, squeezing, milking—

"Cecilia..." The name escaped him. "Why... why... why me... mmmm tell me... why me...?"

His voice was ragged, begging.

She didn’t lack for good men. Eastiel Edengold, despite how dangerous the rumors painted him, was still a better man than Arzhen Vasiliev. His parents were even better rulers than August.

And though he didn’t know whoever Oathran Alicei was, the Headmaster had already said they had been through a lot together.

So why—

Why had she chosen to have sex with him?

"Do you hate it...?" Cecilia’s voice was soft, curious. "That I have other men...?"

Arkai’s mind seized.

He wanted to say yes. Wanted to scream it. Yes, I hate it. Yes, I want you to be mine alone. But goddamn it—

The thought that she fucks other men made his dick harder.

So which was it? Did he hate it? Did he like it?

Why... why did anything and everything about her, good or bad, wrong or right, make him... make him...

"Cumming..."

The word escaped him, broken.

Cecilia blinked down at him, genuinely surprised. "But we just put it in...?"

"MMHHH! FUCK!"

SPLURT! SPLURT! SPLURT!

Inside—

Arkai’s mind crumbled to dust.

He had just come inside a s—

"Sssshhh..." Cecilia whispered. "So warm inside... mmm... Brother’s cum..."

Fuck—

This woman—

"Hehe..."

Arkai’s eyes snapped open.

That giggle.

Ha—!

This slut!

"Do you like fucking another man’s girlfriend, Mr. Dawnoro?" Her whisper was honey laced with poison. "Do you like a cheating bitch?"

Something in Arkai snapped.

He slammed his cock deeper inside her.

THRUST!

"Aaah!" Cecilia gasped, her hand flying to brace against the carriage’s ceiling. Her other hand clamped over her mouth, muffling the sound.

The coachman would hear them.

If he hadn’t already.

Cecilia knew this was her being impulsive.

She was taking advantage of the fact that this man could barely function around her, his rationality drowned in hormones, his control shattered by everything that was her. She knew she shouldn’t have done something that would make him regret it later.

But to think that Rinne wouldn’t ever have the chance to be born here...

If Arkai knew, if the real Arkai, the one in the real world, could see this moment, he would also be sad. He would grieve with her.

And thus, she desperately needed someone to hold. Someone to embrace. Anything to soothe the grief for the child who might never have the chance to be born at all. For his own sake. For everyone else’s sake.

This was wrong.

This was very, very wrong.

But—

"Mr. Dawnoro..." Her voice was small now. Nothing like the confident seductress of moments ago. "I was sad..."

She shifted against him, the movement sending sparks through both their bodies.

"But now that your cock is inside me, I don’t feel too bad anymore..."

Her eyes met his. Wet.

"So... make me feel even better...?"

Arkai couldn’t believe this woman.

One moment she was a slut, the next a bitch, the next a goddess, the next a child in need of comfort. She was everything and nothing, all at once, and he couldn’t stop wanting her.

But the way she spoke now, the way she whispered those pleas, those needs—

How could he refuse?

He would fuck her.

He would fuck her until she was not sad anymore.