The moment Eastiel had materialized through the rift, already half-feral with need, Cecilia's bosom had started to glow. A soft pulse of light emanated from her chest, the telltale shimmer of her inventory activating.
From that glow emerged a small, metallic object that tumbled through the air in a perfect arc. Another Presence Concealing Ring, one of the five remaining from her disastrous-turned-fortuitous gacha pulling spree.
Arkai's hand snapped up and caught it mid-flight. He opened his mouth, probably to say something practical like, here, put this on before someone sees your straining cock from three territories away, when Eastiel bypassed the ring entirely and went straight for Cecilia's face.
The kiss was devastating, as narrated in the previous chapter.
