Taming the Beast World with a Frying Pan-Chapter 109: I Say No To Fishy Kisses

The night stretched on, the fire crackling merrily, a stark contrast to the turbulent storm brewing inside Ren’s head. Syris and Viper had finished their raw fish buffet, a sound Ren was profoundly grateful had ceased. Now, Syris sat cross-legged, staring into the flames, a pensive look on his face. Viper was sitting nearby, polishing his bone dagger against a rock.

Ren picked at a loose thread on her skirt.

’Tell him the truth?’ she mused, glancing at Syris’ profile.

She imagined the conversation. ’Syris, you know how Kael just disappeared? Well, actually I ran into Vex. He’s the one who took him, but it was for his own good. And the fox kissed me. And now he’s going to help Kael, but I have to sneak out and meet him later. So, can you just... not be mad?’

The scenario played out in her mind like a disaster movie. Syris’ eyes would narrow. His scales would bristle. He would probably declare a war on all foxes, and then put Ren under house arrest for the rest of her life. The kissing part alone would be a death sentence for Vex.

’No,’ Ren concluded, shaking her head almost imperceptibly. ’The truth is a terrible idea. Too much potential for murder.’

Which left her with Plan A: Operation Tired Noodle.

She swallowed hard, her mouth suddenly dry. It was the only way. The System said so. And for once, she reluctantly agreed with its perverted logic. It was the safest, most effective path.

The thought of what she had to do made her blush. She had to seduce him.

Syris, as if sensing her internal conflict shifted. His amethyst eyes flickered to her, then slowly, deliberately, traveled down her body. He paused on her flushed cheeks, her parted lips, and then, unmistakably, on the slight tremble in her thighs.

He hadn’t mentioned her scent earlier, fortunately, or the fact that it seemed to be broadcasting her current state to the entire forest. But the way he looked at her now, there was no mistaking the raw, simmering lust in his gaze.

"The fire is warm," Syris murmured, his voice low and smoky. "But I could make you warmer, Ren."

He pushed himself up and moved toward her, his movements fluid and predatory. Ren’s heart hammered against her ribs.

He reached her, his large hands finding her waist, pulling her gently but firmly onto the soft grass where he had been sitting. He began to touch her body, his hands roaming over her curves with possessive familiarity.

Ren panicked, her eyes darting to the side.

"Wait!" she whispered frantically, pushing against his chest. "Syris, we can’t! Viper is right there! He’ll hear everything!"

Syris didn’t even look over his shoulder. He kept his intense gaze locked on Ren’s flushed face.

"Viper is already asleep," Syris stated calmly.

Hearing the King’s words, Viper stiffened. He immediately dropped his dagger, threw himself into a horizontal position on the ground, and squeezed his eyes shut.

Honk-shoo.

A loud, theatrical snore erupted from the guard before his head even hit the dirt.

Ren whipped her head around to look. Sure enough, Viper was slumped against the rock, limbs sprawled, snoring rhythmically.

’How did he fall asleep that fast?’ Ren wondered, baffled. ’He was just polishing a knife!’

Syris eased her back until she was lying down, hovering over her. His body was cool against hers.

His face descended, his eyes locked on her lips. He was about to kiss her.

"Stop!" Ren blurted out, dodging his mouth.

Syris paused, his brow furrowed in confusion. "Do you not wish to mate, Ren?" he asked, his voice laced with bewilderment and a hint of concern. "I can smell that you are ready."

Ren’s heart was doing acrobatics in her chest. She needed him tired. She needed him satisfied. But...

’He just ate a dozen raw fish,’ she thought, her stomach doing a queasy flip. ’Bloody, slimy fish. Directly into his mouth.’

She loved Syris. She really did. But the idea of his tongue in her mouth right now, after that... No. Just no. She’d throw up. And that would definitely ruin the mood.

She had to think fast.

"I do!" Ren squeaked, her voice a little higher than she intended. "I do want to mate, Syris. But... I want to try something else."

Syris’ confusion deepened, but his curiosity was piqued. In the Beast World, mating was largely a primal, wild affair. There was the occasional female grooming, but most sexual acts were straightforward penetrative intercourse.

"Something else?" he asked, intrigued. "Show me."

Ren took a deep breath. She reached out and, with a gentle push, managed to flip him over so he was lying on his back in the grass, looking up at her. He allowed it, his eyes still shining with anticipation.

Ren knelt beside him, her face burning. She bit her lip.

"I’m going to... I’m going to use my mouth," she explained shyly, nervously. "On your... on your pleasure part."

Syris blinked. His brow furrowed in thought. He was completely unfamiliar with the concept. But he trusted Ren implicitly. If she wanted to try something new, he was more than willing. The lust in his eyes intensified.

Ren swallowed, feeling the heat rise to her cheeks. She thought it was the best course of action. She simply wasn’t sure her body could survive another "many rounds" session with Syris if she truly needed to be alert and functional for her meeting with Vex. She only prayed this unfamiliar act would be enough to tire him out.

She glanced up at the sky. The moon was almost at its zenith. Time was ticking.

Ren took another breath, then looked at Syris. He was already looking at her, his eyes dark with a powerful mixture of anticipation and raw, uninhibited lust.

She took one last, nervous glance at Viper’s "sleeping" body.

Then, with a resolve she didn’t know she possessed, Ren reached out to untie the knot of Syris’ snakeskin robe.