Beast Gacha System: All Mine

Chapter 418: Embarrassing Uncles

"Một hai ba bốn hai ba một—"

"Hình như anh nói anh say rồi—"

As the bass boomed through the apartment’s speaker system, the three men in front of her transformed—instantaneously.

The moment the beat dropped, they ceased to be her boyfriends, housemates, and the fathers of her unborn child. They became the personifications of heartbeats.

Three grown men moving in snappy, hard, perfectly synchronized motions, their bodies creating rigid, geometric yet beautiful lines that shifted with every change of pose. Their expressions were serious. Focused. They clearly had practiced this!

"Một hai ba bốn hai ba một—"

"Hình như anh nói anh yêu em rồi—"

Immediately, their movements shifted. Their legs began to pump in place, a rapid, uniform step, as though they were running in place. Their arms swung in perfect synchronization. Their heads turned at the exact same angle. Cecilia’s mouth fell open.

"Đừng nói chi i i i i~ Mình uống đi i i i i~"

"Hit it!"

Oathran and Eastiel flipped their long hair, white and gold, cascading in opposite directions, as the beat dropped. They struck a pose, their hands landing on Arkai’s muscular body in the center.

And then, they began feeling him. Their hands moved over his shoulders, his chest, his arms, in overlapping waves of slow and fast motion, every touch hitting precisely on the beat.

Arkai, for his part, stood in the center like a statue of a Greek god, his expression stoic and smoldering, as though being groped by his two brothers in the middle of a dance routine was a perfectly normal Tuesday evening—

"GASP!" Cecilia’s hands flew to her face. What else could she do? What other response was appropriate when confronted with this spectacle? "Where did you—WHY do you learn such a bold dance move?!"

The three men broke formation just long enough to laugh before snapping back into position. "It is a long story—"

"Alright, transition—remix!"

Eastiel hit a button on the remote, and the song shifted seamlessly into its next section.

"Tay em đang run run nhưng anh thì cứ rót đi," Arkai sang alongside the female vocalist, his voice surprisingly smooth, and the three of them dropped into a slow-motion body roll that made Cecilia’s brain short-circuit. "Anh mà không nể em là khi mà anh không hết ly."

"Uống thêm vài ly vì đời chẳng mấy khi vui," Oathran picked up the lyric, and the body rolls continued, slower now, more deliberate. "Nốc thêm vài chai vì anh em chẳng mấy khi gặp lại—"

Their movements were becoming too... hot. Cecilia’s face was on fire.

"Nơi đây đang xoay xoay thế gian đang xoay vòng," Eastiel sang, his golden eyes locking onto hers with smoldering intensity. "Anh đang ở nơi đâu biết anh có thay lòng—"

"Đừng nói chi i i i i~ Mình uống đi i i i i~"

"AH!" Cecilia squealed as they spun and launched into more snappy, perfectly synchronized dance moves. "KYAH!"

"Một hai ba bốn hai ba một—"

"Hình như anh nói anh say rồi—"

"Oh my God!" Cecilia covered her eyes with her fingers, but her fingers were loose, and she was absolutely still watching. "AaAaH!"

The three men began teasing each other in their movements, glances, gestures, playful energy of brothers who had done this routine a hundred times and knew exactly how to make each other crack. The beat built. The tension mounted.

"Một hai ba bốn hai ba một—"

"Hình như anh nói anh yêu em rồi—"

Then the beat hit.

"AAHH!"

The three men started moving their hips, right, left, right, left, in motions that could only be described as devastatingly feminine and sexy.

"AHAHAHAH—" Her composure shattered entirely. She burst into loud, incredulous laughter.

Then they laughed too spun in perfect synchronization, and showed her the back of their shaking butts—

"KYAA—" Cecilia lost her breath completely. She clutched her chest. She was going to die. This was how she died. Death by boyfriend dance routine.

But she could not possibly stay that way. She roared, "WHO DID YOU LEARN THIS DANCE FOR????? TELL ME!"

"BWHAHWAHAHAHAH—"

The three men finally collapsed into genuine laughter, though their hips kept moving. "Look at our hard work—"

"WHYYYY?!" Cecilia burst into laughter once more, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"So—" Eastiel gasped between giggles, fumbling for the remote to turn the volume down. "—we have this nephew."

"I have a brother-in-arms. Roarke." Arkai was still breathing hard, his chest heaving, his eyes bright with mirth. "If you noticed, the guest room you occupy now was his. He recently moved away after his house finally finished getting built. He is finally able to live with his son."

"Yeah. And his son, Rinne, is ten years old now." Oathran’s pale eyes were warm and fond. "Every year since his sixth birthday, the three of us have been working hard to embarrass him at his birthday party in front of his friends. This is our latest choreography."

"THAT IS CRUEL—" Cecilia shrieked, but then, just as quickly wheezed into another tea kettle laugh. "—no, actually, you three are the best uncles ever, if that was the case, because half of what you did there was cool, and the end—"

She passed away. Her soul ascended to the ceiling and looked down at her own shaking, cackling body.

"Oh, you should have seen his face." Eastiel’s grin was wide and wicked. "Wait, let’s make sure you two meet soon."

"I’d love to!" Cecilia’s face lit up.

"We need to tell them you are pregnant first, though." Arkai said, his tone softened. "Rinne is a rough boy. He plays hard. We will need to warn him to be careful around you."

"But he’s also smart. So I think it will be fine." Oathran nodded, his expression reassuring.

Cecilia hesitated. But she was already in this world, and she needed to understand the shape of their family. "Okay. Wait. If I’m not too nosy... first, can I ask why this person, Roarke... couldn’t live with Rinne before...?"

The three men turned to her and the laughter faded.

"Well." Arkai said carefully. "So. My sister..."

What?

Cecilia’s heart clenched. Was the situation as awful as it was in the real world? Sienna. Rinne’s mother. The woman who had caused so much damage—

"My step-sister... She had Rinne with Roarke." Arkai’s jaw tightened, just slightly. "But she ended up confessing to cheating after his birth. And they separated. She refused to admit that Roarke was the father for a long time, until Roarke demanded a court-ordered paternity test, and..."

"It was a loooooong battle of custody, you see." Eastiel said. "Years, lawyers, the works."

So in this world, too...

Cecilia’s eyes dimmed.

That woman was always asking for a lesson in every universe.

"But everything ended well." Eastiel said, his tone brightened and the shadows lifted from his expression. "We were glad it ended the way it did. That woman can’t touch Rinne anymore since Roarke has full custody now. He is building a good life for them."

"That’s a relief." Cecilia smiled. "I will keep this in mind when you introduce me to them."

Just to be sure and absolutely certain, she would look into this world’s Sienna later. She would understand the threat.

And if push came to shove, she would get rid of her again.