Taming the Beast World with a Frying Pan-Chapter 179: From Chef to Professor
Altair held his hand up to the firelight, staring at the white, creamy, sticky mess that coated his palm with the fascination of a scientist discovering a new galaxy.
His chest was still heaving slightly, his breath slowly returning to a calm rhythm. He looked from his hand to Ren.
"It felt really good," Altair stated in his deep, serious voice. "But... something strange and warm came out. Is this normal? Did I break it?"
Ren blinked, sitting cross-ankle on the moss, clenching her thighs together for dear life. She tried her hardest to keep her eyes on his confused, innocent face and not the evidence on his hand.
"It’s normal," Ren managed to squeak, her face burning hotter than the campfire. "That is... semen."
"Semen," Altair repeated, testing the word on his tongue. He looked back at his hand with pure wonder. "Semen."
It was obvious to Ren that he had absolutely no idea what he was looking at.
Ren stared at him in disbelief.
’How?’ she thought. ’He asked to mate with me. He was very specific about the mating part. How does he not know what the end result of mating is?’
Then, a realization hit her like a wet fish.
’Wait. Does he not know because... he’s never done it?’
The thought made her heart do a weird little flutter-kick against her ribs.
"Altair," Ren asked slowly. "Have you... have you ever mated before?"
Altair shook his head without hesitation. "No. Golden Eagles can only have one mate in their lifetime. We do not give our bodies lightly."
He looked at her, his silver eyes piercing right through her soul. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞
"I did not find anyone I wanted to mate with," he said simply. "Until you."
Ren’s heart skipped a beat. Then it skipped another. This bird was really aiming to ruin her life with his accidental romance.
’He’s a virgin,’ Ren realized, feeling a sudden, intense wave of arousal that had absolutely no business being there. ’A giant, handsome, golden virgin. Why is that hot? That shouldn’t be hot. I am a pervert.’
[System: Ding! Alert! It is your responsibility to teach him, Host. Look at him. He is a blank canvas. Paint him with your knowledge. Teach him how to take care of a woman. As a friend, of course.]
’Why is it my responsibility?!’ Ren argued back mentally. ’I am not a sex-ed teacher! I am a chef! Ask me about knife skills, not life skills!’
Ren looked back at Altair.
He had lifted his hand to his face. He sniffed the thick liquid curiously. Then, his tongue started to peek out.
Ren’s eyes bulged.
"NO!" Ren shrieked, lunging forward to grab his wrist. "Do not taste that!"
Altair froze, his tongue half-out. "Why? It came from me. Is it poison?"
"No! It’s just... ew! No!" Ren sighed, releasing his wrist but keeping a watchful eye on him. "Okay. I see I have no choice. I have to guide this innocent bird before he traumatizes himself."
[System: Yes! That’s it! Corrupt the Golden Eagle Prince’s innocence! Lead him to the dark side!]
Ren froze.
’Prince?’
[System: ...Oops. Slip of the tongue. Ignore that. Pretend I said ’Guy’.]
’You said Prince,’ Ren narrowed her eyes. ’Is he a Prince? Is that why he’s so... well-bred?’
[System: I might tell you more if you teach him something. Quid pro quo, Host. I have my needs.]
’You are a pervert,’ Ren accused. ’I thought you were a Gourmet Hunter System, not a Porno Director!’
[System: Even AI have hobbies.]
Ren shook her head and looked back at Altair.
Thank God, he was no longer trying to taste it. But he was staring at it again. Intently. His pupils were constricting and dilating rapidly, focusing on the liquid with terrifying precision.
"It is moving," Altair whispered, sounding slightly horrified.
Ren’s eyes widened. ’Right. Eagle eyes. He has microscopic vision. He can literally see the swimmers.’
"Wash it off!" Ren commanded quickly, pointing to the entrance where the rain was still falling.
Altair scrambled up and marched to the entrance. He scrubbed his hand in the rain with a vigor that suggested he was deeply spooked by the realization that living things had just exited his body.
He came back, sitting down wet and shivering slightly.
"What were those?" Altair asked, his voice hushed. "Tiny... tadpoles."
"Okay, listen," Ren cleared her throat, adopting her best ’Professor Ren’ voice. "Those are sperm. They live inside the semen. When a male and a female mate, the male puts those... tadpoles... inside the female. And if one of them meets an egg inside her, it grows into a baby."
Altair listened with an intensity that was almost scary. He was filing every word away in his brain.
"So," Altair summarized slowly. "I put the tadpoles in you. And we get a baby."
"Theoretically, yes," Ren nodded. "But we are friends. So no tadpoles for me."
Altair frowned slightly, but he accepted the logic.
Then he looked at her again. His gaze drifted down to her lap, where her legs were pressed tightly together.
"Do you have semen too?" Altair asked curiously.
Ren choked on her own saliva.
"Ack—cough—no!" Ren wheezed. "Not exactly."
She bit her bottom lip. The wetness and heat between her thighs were still there, a nuisance that was making it very hard to think straight. She was still incredibly aroused from watching him, and the virgin revelation wasn’t helping.
A dirty, intrusive thought crossed her mind.
’I could show him,’ her brain whispered. ’Just... visually. For science. Educational purposes only.’
Ren’s face heated up.
’I mean, it’s the only diagram of a vagina I have on hand,’ she reasoned with herself, her logic becoming increasingly flimsy under the weight of her libido. ’We wouldn’t have sex. I would just... flash him. Real quick. Like a pop quiz.’
She looked at Altair. He was waiting for an answer, his beautiful face open and trusting.
Ren took a deep breath.
"I don’t have semen," Ren said, her voice dropping an octave. "But I have... something else."
She looked him in the eye.
"I will show you."
Altair blinked, leaning forward slightly.
Slowly, deliberately, Ren uncrossed her ankles.
She took a breath, holding his silver gaze, and slowly spread her legs.
