Taming the Beast World with a Frying Pan-Chapter 114: Goldilocks Cock

Ren had expected a hole in the ground. A very nice hole, perhaps lined with soft moss and maybe a stolen shiny object or two, given Vex’s personality.

She was not expecting an architectural miracle.

Before her stood the largest tree she had ever seen in her life. It was a botanical titan, its trunk so wide that it would take twenty people holding hands to circle it. Its canopy scraped the stars, a massive umbrella of ancient green.

But it was what was in the tree that stole her breath.

Nestled among the colossal branches, integrated seamlessly into the living wood, was a magnificent, sprawling treehouse. It wasn’t just planks nailed together; it looked as if the tree had grown the structure itself to accommodate its resident.

Polished wooden platforms spiraled around the trunk, connected by swinging bridges made of thick ropes and woven vines. Entire rooms were built into the natural crooks of the branches, their walls made of smooth, sanded bark and large, overlapping leaves that acted as natural camouflage. Moonlight filtered through the canopy, bathing the entire structure in a silvery, ethereal glow, making the dew on the leaves sparkle like crushed diamonds.

It was a marvel of carpentry and nature, a hidden palace suspended between the earth and the sky. Ren could only imagine how striking it would look under the sun, a secret world of green and gold that looked like it belonged in a high-budget fantasy movie.

’Okay,’ Ren thought, her jaw practically unhinged. ’The fox has style. Serious style.’

She slid off Vex’s broad back, her legs shaking violently as they hit the solid ground. Her inner thighs were cramped from gripping his fur during the light-speed travel, and her knees buckled slightly. She grabbed a nearby low-hanging branch to steady herself, but her eyes never left the treehouse.

"Did... did you build this?" Ren asked, her voice filled with genuine awe.

Behind her, there was a soft whoosh of shifting energy.

"Nope," Vex responded, his voice dripping with thick, lazy sarcasm. "The tree just decided to grow a den one spring. Nature is wild, isn’t it?"

Ren bristled at the tone. The awe vanished, replaced by irritation. She turned around sharply, ready to wipe that smug grin off his muzzle with a biting retort.

"You don’t have to be such a—"

The words died in her throat. She swallowed them hard, nearly choking on her own saliva.

The giant fox was gone.

Standing there, bathed in the same unforgiving, revealing moonlight that illuminated his home, was Vex in his beastman form.

And he was gloriously, shamelessly naked.

Ren’s brain short-circuited.

He was sexy. There was no other word for it. Unlike Kael’s alluring and intimidating bulk or Syris’ lean, serpentine grace, Vex was built for agility and speed. He was sculpted from lean marble, every muscle defined and taut under pale skin. His shoulders were broad, tapering down to a narrow waist. His mess of vibrant orange hair fell artfully over his forehead, and behind him, his three magnificent, fluffy orange tails swished slowly, hypnotically in the night air.

Ren’s mouth went completely dry. She knew she should look away. She knew she was a taken woman. She knew how wrong it was.

But her eyes didn’t obey her brain. They had a mind of their own.

Slowly, inexorably, her gaze traveled south. Past his chiseled pectorals, over the ripple of his six-pack, and down to his abdomen.

And then, lower.

Ren froze. She looked like a total pervert, staring open-mouthed at his crotch.

He was... perfectly proportioned.

Kael had been terrifyingly thick, a monster of girth that threatened to split her in two. Syris had his unique twin swords, impossibly long and slender.

But Vex? Vex was somewhere in between. He wasn’t as thick as the Tiger, nor as long as the Snake. He was an aesthetic balance of both.

A hysterical thought popped into Ren’s overheated brain: ’It’s a Goldilocks cock. Not too big, not too long. Just right.’

It was the perfect median. The happy medium. The kind of geometry that didn’t immediately scream ’internal organ damage’, but still promised a very, very good time.

Heat exploded in her cheeks, burning hotter than the fire she had left behind. She furiously reprimanded herself. ’What is wrong with me?! Why am I reviewing them like I’m writing a Yelp review for genitals? Stop staring, you absolute degenerate!’

She wondered if the perverted System had finally managed to take control of a part of her brain.

Vex, of course, noticed. A fox notices everything.

A slow, seductive smirk spread across his handsome face as he saw exactly where her eyes were glued. His ears twitched with amusement.

"Enjoying the view, Little Rose?" he jeered softly, taking a step toward her. His voice dropped to a husky whisper. "Why don’t you take off that heavy coat so we can freely stare at each other? It only seems fair."

Ren gasped, snapping out of her trance. She whipped her head away so fast her neck cracked, staring intently at a patch of random moss on the ground.

"I was not staring!" she argued wildly, her voice shrill with embarrassment. Clutching the coat tightly around her neck, she stammered, "My... my eyes cross sometimes! When I’m tired! It’s a medical condition!"

"Uh-huh," Vex chuckled, the sound rich with disbelief.

Ren desperately needed to change the subject before she spontaneously combusted from shame. She looked everywhere but at him—the moss, the tree bark, a confused beetle crawling on a root—and blurted out the first thing that came to mind.

"Why... why is a fox living in a tree? You’re a canine, not a squirrel!"

The forest went silent for a beat.

Vex’s amusement shifted. The smirk remained, but his eyes grew thoughtful, perhaps even a little melancholic.

"A fair question," Vex murmured.

He tilted his head, looking at the small, shivering woman wrapped in his scent.

"Why is there a human in the Beast World?"