Taming the Beast World with a Frying Pan-Chapter 180: The Lessons Continue

Ren spread her legs, exposing her biology lesson to the firelight.

The cool air of the cave hit her wetness, sending a shiver straight up her spine. She bit her bottom lip hard, practically drawing blood, just to hold back a moan.

Altair didn’t blink. He leaned forward, his silver eyes narrowing with the intensity of an eagle spotting a mouse from three miles up. He stared between her legs so intently that Ren felt like she could spontaneously combust from sheer embarrassment.

"You are wet," Altair commented, his voice a low, observant rumble.

He tilted his head, analyzing the situation like a scientist looking at a Petri dish.

"The fluid is different," he noted, his face serious. "It is clear. There are no white tadpoles. And it smells... sweet."

Ren shuddered violently.

He wasn’t trying to be sexy. He wasn’t whispering sweet nothings. He was making dry, biological observations. But to Ren, his voice—that deep, smooth baritone—felt like a physical stroke against her clit.

’Oh my god,’ Ren thought, her hands gripping the moss beneath her. ’He’s not even trying. He’s literally just narrating my juices, and I am ready to explode. I am broken. My body is a traitor.’

She felt like she could come undone from his voice alone if he kept talking like that.

’Control, Ren. Control,’ she scolded herself. ’You are the teacher. He is the student. Do not jump the student.’

Ren cleared her throat loudly, forcing Altair’s curious gaze to snap back up to her flushed face.

They had been naked together the entire time, but she still felt ridiculously shy when those silver eyes locked onto hers.

"Yes," Ren managed to say, her voice trembling slightly. "That is... natural lubrication. When a female is aroused, the body prepares itself. It makes things... slippery."

She gestured vaguely to her nether regions, trying to keep it clinical.

"It’s like oil in a pan," Ren explained, falling back on kitchen metaphors. "To prevent sticking. And burning."

Altair nodded slowly, absorbing the information. He looked back down at her glistening thighs. Ren was practically dripping in front of her diligent student, and his absolute focus was turning her on even more.

’I need to go stand in the rain,’ Ren thought desperately. ’I need an ice bath. I need a cold shower and a priest.’

"I understand," Altair said. Then he frowned slightly. "But how does it work?"

"Excuse me?"

"In the Beast World," Altair explained, "bird beastmen typically mate in their beast form. We are rarely in this form."

He gestured to his body.

"How do we mate like this?" he asked, genuinely puzzled. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

Ren stared at him. She was taken aback. She really was going to have to teach him everything. From scratch.

’Okay, Ren. Biology 101. You can do this.’

She searched her fried brain for the best way to explain "Tab A goes into Slot B" without actually doing it.

She tried using her hands. She made a circle with her left hand and poked her right index finger through it.

"Like this," Ren said, moving her finger in and out.

Altair stared at her hands. He looked unconvinced. He was definitely taking it literally.

Ren sighed. "It’s a metaphor, Altair!"

She looked around for a better prop but found nothing. Finally, she just pointed.

She pointed a shaking finger at his semi-erect cock, which was currently resting against his thigh, looking very large and very interested in the conversation.

Then, she pointed to her own glistening entrance.

"You put that..." Ren whispered, "in here."

Altair hummed. He looked down at his cock. Then he looked at her opening. Then he looked back at his cock.

His face was deadly serious.

"It’s too big," Altair said, shaking his head. "It will not fit inside you. You are small."

Ren’s breathing hitched. She was panting now. This innocent bird had no idea what his words—too big to fit inside you—were doing to her psyche.

"It fits," Ren promised him, her voice breathless. "Trust me."

"How?" Altair challenged gently. "It is not possible."

"Because of this," Ren gasped.

She reached down. With a trembling hand, she touched herself. She coated her fingers in her own slick juices, letting him see the glistening moisture.

"The lube," Ren explained, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. "It stretches. It accommodates. The body... makes room."

She looked at his handsome face. He was watching her fingers with a hunger that made her toes curl.

’How much longer do I have to do this?’ Ren wondered, feeling like she was walking a tightrope over a volcano. ’Haven’t I taught enough? Can I graduate him now?’

[System: Look at the curiosity in his eyes, Host! He is a sponge! It’s time for a practical pop quiz! Students learn better when the learning is hands-on. Show him the stretch!]

’NO!’ Ren yelled mentally. ’I am NOT having sex with him! That is a line we definitely cannot cross! Friends do not stretch friends!’

"Ren," Altair’s voice cut through her internal panic.

She looked up. He was leaning closer.

"Will it feel good for you?" he asked softly. "If it fits?"

Ren’s breath hitched in her throat. The concern in his eyes was so pure, so sweet.

"Yes," she whispered hesitantly. "It would feel... very good."

’It would feel amazing,’ she added in her thoughts. ’It would feel earth-shattering. Being this aroused and not being able to do anything about it feels like actual torture.’

Altair noticed her squirming. He noticed the way her thighs trembled.

"Is your arousal making you uncomfortable?" he asked.

"Yes," Ren blurted out.

Then her eyes widened. "I mean, no! I’m fine! Completely fine! It’s not uncomfortable. I am just... cold! Yes, cold!"

She hugged herself, shivering for effect.

Altair didn’t hesitate.

He moved. In one fluid motion, he scooped her up into his arms.

"Whoa!" Ren gasped as the world tilted.

He carried her effortlessly to the back of the hollow, depositing her gently into the center of the soft, mossy nest.

"Are you warmer now?" he asked, looming over her.

Ren’s heart was beating so fast she felt like she might go into cardiac arrest.

"Y-yes," she stuttered.

Altair crawled into the nest with her. He didn’t lie down. He knelt between her spread legs, his broad shoulders blocking out the firelight.

He was so close now. Ren could feel the heat radiating off his skin like a furnace.

Her legs involuntarily spread a little wider, seeking that warmth.

Altair’s silver eyes fell between her legs yet again. He was much closer now. He could see everything. Every fold. Every glisten.

He reached his hand forward.