Taming the Beast World with a Frying Pan-Chapter 215: Confessions of a Guilty Sinner

Altair touched down onto the wooden floor of the tree hut with barely a sound, his landing as graceful as a feather on a still pond. He set Ren gently on her feet before folding his massive golden wings.

Ren took a shaky breath, her knees still trembling slightly from the adrenaline of the drop, and turned to look inside the Fox’s den.

It was a disaster zone.

Vex might have been a brilliant shaman and a cunning trickster, but he was an absolute slob of a housekeeper. The nest was a chaotic explosion of dried herbs, scattered animal bones, molted fur, half-empty gourds, and random shiny trinkets strewn across the wooden floor.

Altair looked around, his flawless face remaining completely stoic, save for a very slight, disapproving frown pulling at the corners of his lips.

"It is messy," Altair noted, his low voice rumbling in the quiet canopy.

Ren’s eyes lit up. She smiled, nodding enthusiastically as she turned to the glorious bird. "It is! You could help me clean it, then!"

As she said it, her brain rapidly calculated the perfection of this situation. She realized she could knock off all three of her pending quests in one single night. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

’First,’ Ren thought gleefully, ’Cleaning will be so much faster if Altair helps me, and I can finally get my five liters of cooking oil from the System. Second, while we’re sweeping this pigsty, I’ll definitely be able to find that hairpin I got from Syris. And third, I can tell Altair he can just stay in this tree hut!’

It was brilliant. The hut was incredibly high up in the canopy, completely hidden by the dense leaves, and smelled entirely like a fox—it was the perfect cover. It should be high enough to hide him from whatever bounty hunters were constantly after him.

Altair didn’t respond to her suggestion with words. He merely looked at her, gave a single, imperceptible nod, and quietly started picking up random gourds and tossing discarded bones into a neat pile.

Because the interior of the hut was a bit cramped for a man of his size, Altair’s magnificent golden wings shimmered and seamlessly disappeared into his broad back, giving him more space to move around.

Ren forgot about the broom she was supposed to be looking for. She just stood there, staring at him.

She remembered what he looked like earlier today—a broken, bloody, half-dead bird that Viper had found. She had been so terrified he was going to die. But now? There was absolutely no evidence of him ever being hurt on his flawless skin. Even his silky, golden-blonde hair looked perfect, falling effortlessly around his sharp jawline without a single strand out of place.

And, because he was currently lacking any form of clothing, Ren found herself shamelessly ogling him.

Every time he bent over to pick up a bundle of dried herbs, or reached up to clear a shelf, his impressive manhood swung freely with the movement. It was heavy, thick, and completely unobstructed. Ren couldn’t help her eyes from constantly wandering downward, her heart beating a little faster as a deep heat reddened her cheeks.

’He’s your friend,’ Ren scolded herself, unable to look away from the pendulum. ’Stop staring at his...thing.’

Altair, who was currently stacking a pile of pelts, suddenly spoke without looking at her.

"You mate a lot with your mates," he stated in a low, even voice.

Ren choked on her own saliva.

Her face got even redder—if that was even scientifically possible—as the horrifying realization crashed into her. He really had been watching her the whole time. He hadn’t just watched the argument; he had watched the bushes. He had watched the tree. He had watched the entire, depraved, double-teaming spectacle with crystal-clear eagle vision.

To distract herself from dying of absolute mortification, Ren frantically dropped to her knees and started picking up random things too, organizing the mess the best she could with jerky, panicked movements.

"My... my husbands are insatiable!" Ren blurted out to the floorboards, her voice pitching up an octave.

Since Altair already knew everything, Ren figured there was no point in keeping secrets. The dam broke, and she began to spill everything to the quiet eagle.

She told him about the tense standoff. She told him that Syris and Kael had actually come to an agreement to share her. She explained the custody arrangement—that she would be staying with Syris at the swamp for three nights starting tomorrow, and the rest of the time in the forest.

"And..." Ren sighed, sitting back on her heels with a handful of fox-fur. "I lied to Kael to make it happen. I told him the Moon Goddess ordered me to take multiple mates to cure Feral Madness."

Altair paused his cleaning, looking over his shoulder at her. He quietly listened, his silver eyes fixed on her distressed face.

"I feel so guilty," Ren admitted, her shoulders slumping. "He’s so sweet, and he believed me so completely. I hate lying to him."

Ren let out a long breath. She actually felt incredibly relieved. There was finally someone in this crazy, chaotic world she didn’t have to lie to, someone she could just speak to about her bizarre problems without fearing they would start a war over it. She kind of wished Altair actually spoke more, but his silent, non-judgmental presence was deeply comforting.

Taking his silence as an invitation to continue, Ren babbled on. She talked about the pig escaping, Viper catching the giant elk, the horrific chameleon lizard attack, and her ultimate decision to plummet from the tree just to get his attention.

For however long, Ren aired out her entire day while they organized the Fox’s den.

When she was finally done, wiping the dust from her hands, she looked up at Altair.

He was standing in the center of the semi-clean room, looking down at her. He had processed her entire, chaotic monologue, and he only had a single thing to say.

"Since your mates are sharing now, and are friends," Altair said in his smooth, deep voice, "I want to be your mate too."

Ren blushed furiously, waving her hands in the air.

"Altair, wait, no—Kael and Syris aren’t friends at all!" Ren corrected him frantically. "Far, far from it! They literally tolerate each other for my sake, they still want to kill each—"

"I saw them mating with their mouth," Altair interrupted smoothly, completely ignoring the geopolitical complexities of her harem. "And I want to try it."

His expression was dead serious as he stared at her.