Taming the Beast World with a Frying Pan-Chapter 103: The Fox’s Trap

Ren froze. Her brain short-circuited. Her face flushed a shade of red that rivaled the vibrant berries in her inventory.

She hadn’t expected him to actually do it.

She was standing in a daze, her mind reeling from the assault on her senses, when the blue holographic screen flickered into existence right next to Vex’s closed eyelid.

[System Alert: Fox Shaman Arousal Detected. Hardness Level: Diamond Cutter. WARNING: The Fox is ready to breed. Poking hazard imminent.]

The lewd notification snapped Ren back to reality faster than a bucket of ice water.

She snarled against his lips. ’Oh, hell no.’

She clamped her teeth down on his bottom lip, biting hard. She tasted the metallic tang of copper instantly. She wanted him to recoil. She wanted him to yelp.

Instead, a low, guttural moan vibrated in Vex’s throat.

It wasn’t a sound of pain. It was a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure. He leaned into the bite, deepening the kiss as if her aggression was the best foreplay he’d ever experienced.

Ren’s eyes widened. ’You masochistic fox!’ she screamed internally.

[System Advice: He likes the pain. He won’t stop until you participate. Kiss him back or prepare to be suffocated by lust.]

Ren struggled, but it was useless. Her arms were pinned high above her head by one of his large hands, his grip iron-clad but not bruising. His other hand was clamped firmly on her waist, welding her hips to his, pinning her against the rough bark of the oak tree. He was standing between her legs, too close for her to knee him again without hitting herself.

She was trapped.

She had no choice but to listen to the System, who seemed far too excited about her current dilemma.

Ren conceded. With a mental sigh of defeat, she stopped fighting. She softened her lips.

And she kissed him back.

Instantly, the dynamic shifted. Vex groaned against her mouth, his tongue sweeping inside to tangle with hers.

Ren’s face grew even hotter as she felt the hard ridge of his arousal press firmly against her stomach. It was undeniable. It was massive.

’Why?!’ Ren wailed in her thoughts. ’Why is every single man in this world a walking hormone factory? They are all either horny, hungry, or both, all the time!’

But as the kiss went on, Ren’s internal complaints began to quiet down.

Vex was... good. Really good.

Kael kissed like a storm—rough, wild, and consuming. Syris kissed like an alien deity—cool, strange, with the tantalizing flicker of a forked tongue.

But Vex? Vex kissed like an artist.

He was deliberate. He was skilled. He knew exactly how much pressure to apply, exactly how to tilt his head to deepen the angle. It was a masterclass in seduction.

Ren felt a swarm of butterflies erupt in her stomach. Her knees turned to jelly, her legs threatening to give out beneath her.

’Get a grip, Ren!’ she cursed herself. ’You are comparing him to your husbands! You are a married woman! What are you doing?!’

If she really wanted to break free, she probably could have now. Vex had sensed her compliance and released her wrists. His hand slid down to cup her chin, his thumb caressing her jawline, while his other hand kept her anchored to him.

His tongue moved against hers like a gentle massage, hitting all the right nerve endings.

"Mmm..."

The sound escaped Ren’s throat before she could stop it. A soft, breathless moan.

Vex smirked against her lips.

Ren hated that she was enjoying it so much. She told herself firmly, ’I am only kissing him back so he will stop. This is tactical. This is survival.’

But her body was a traitor. Her arms, now free, didn’t push him away. They wound around his neck, her fingers tangling in the messy orange hair at the nape of his neck as he feverishly devoured her mouth.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of breath-stealing heat, Vex pulled away.

A thin, glistening string of saliva, mixed with a drop of crimson blood from his bitten lip, connected their mouths before breaking.

Both of their chests were heaving, sucking in the forest air.

Ren’s face was flushed a deep scarlet. She glared at the fox, her eyes narrowing. She wanted to slap him. She wanted to scream.

’Oh god, I hate him.’

But the butterflies were still fluttering violently in her stomach under his lustful, amused gaze. Her lips tingled, swollen and sensitive.

Ren wondered if she had always been this insatiable. She already had two husbands—two Kings!—yet here she was, her body responding to a sly fox in the middle of the woods, begging to be touched.

’It’s the air,’ she decided irrationally. ’It’s something in the air of this strange world. It makes me a slut.’

Vex didn’t back away. He kept his hand on her waist, burning a brand through her clothes. His other hand tipped her chin up, forcing her to look into those brilliant, cunning orange eyes.

His voice was a low, raspy purr.

"How about I take you against this tree?"

Ren’s eyes widened.

[System Update: Lust Levels: Off the Charts. The Fox Shaman is clearly a man of many talents. Maybe he isn’t just a skilled kisser. Perhaps you should find out what else that tongue can do? Establish a harem route? Yes?]

Ren’s face matched the color of her hair.

’Shut up!’

She silenced the System with a mental slap. Then, she raised her hand and delivered a physical one.

SLAP.

The sound cracked through the clearing. She hit Vex across the face, hard enough to turn his cheek.

She glared at him, her chest rising and falling with indignation.

"I’m a married woman, you asshole!" she shouted.

Vex blinked, taken aback by the strike. He touched his stinging cheek with his tongue, tasting the blood on his lip.

But he didn’t get angry.

Slowly, he turned his face back to her. The amusement in his eyes had darkened into something smoky and intense.

He leaned down, bringing his lips right to the shell of her ear. His hot breath sent shivers racing down her spine.

"Then who are you so wet for?" he whispered, his voice dripping with sin. "The sleeping tiger? Or the brooding snake?"

Ren’s heart skipped a beat at the question, her breath hitching in her throat. She couldn’t deny it. Her body was betraying her loyalty.

Vex chuckled darkly.

"Or is it the beastman of your deepest, darkest desires..."

He paused, his lips grazing her earlobe before adding,

"Me."