Taming the Beast World with a Frying Pan-Chapter 216: Loincloth Learning Curve

Ren gulped. The sound was audibly loud in the quiet tree hut.

[System: DO IT!] The System’s voice exploded in her mind, sounding like a rabid cheerleader.

[System: Give the bird a lesson in the art of cunnilingus! Be the generous teacher he needs! It is your civic duty to the Beast World, Host! Spread your knowledge! And your legs!]

’Shut up!’ Ren mentally screamed, furiously dismissing the System’s perverseness.

She could not do this.

The last "lesson" she gave was a colossal mistake. She had completely lost her mind and went way too far. She was desperately trying to convince herself that she and Altair were just friends. They could still be platonic, completely non-sexual buddies.

It was too soon for them to be more than that. The dust with Syris and Kael had hardly settled!

But Altair was looking at her. His silver eyes were wide, needy, and filled with such pure, unadulterated curiosity. He wasn’t looking at her with the dark, primal lust that Kael or Syris possessed; he looked like an innocent, inquisitive student asking for help with his homework.

And heaven help her, there was something about that absolute innocence wrapped in the body of a sculpted, flawless adonis that turned her on so much.

Ren cleared her throat, her voice cracking slightly.

"We..." Ren stammered, frantically grabbing a random bone off the floor to give her hands something to do. "We should focus on finishing the cleaning first."

Altair didn’t move. He stood there, fully exposed, tilting his head slightly.

"Do friends mate?" Altair asked earnestly.

Ren almost dropped the bone.

"No!" Ren squeaked. "They’re not supposed to! Friends are... friends just clean! And eat! And talk! No mating!"

They continued to tidy up the Fox’s messy den in silence. Ren kept her eyes peeled for the hairpin. It was a beautiful thing, a gift from Syris that once belonged to his mother, carved from a single piece of iridescent black pearl. The top was exquisitely shaped like a coiled serpent with tiny emerald eyes.

She sifted through piles of dried grass and medicinal herbs, but her gaze kept traitorously wandering back to her avian companion.

Every now and then, she would glance at Altair. His stoic, flawless face didn’t betray a single emotion, but he looked very lost in thought as he organized the room.

Ren wondered what he was thinking about. Was he thinking about her rejection?

She had a burning question. She was incredibly curious to know if he knew that bounty hunters were actively hunting him down. But Ren didn’t want to ask that explicitly. She already knew he was guarded and didn’t like talking about himself.

So, instead, she opted for a more casual approach.

"So," Ren started, trying to sound nonchalant as she dusted a wooden shelf. "What attacked you earlier today?"

As Ren expected, he answered very vaguely, not even pausing his task of folding pelts. "A beastman."

Ren frowned. She decided to push a little further.

"Why did the beastman attack you?" she asked, leaning against the shelf.

"I don’t know," Altair replied smoothly.

Ren stared at his profile. His expression was completely blank. She couldn’t tell if he was lying to her or not. He was either the best liar in the Beast World, or he genuinely wandered through life oblivious to the massive target on his back.

Ren watched his face for a moment as he moved to the corner of the room. He began stacking loincloths, thick animal furs, and beautifully crafted female wear made of soft pelts into a neat pile against the wall.

"Altair," Ren asked softly. "Do you trust me?"

"Yes," Altair said immediately.

He didn’t hesitate. His silver eyes remained focused on his task, his hands smoothing out a large pelt, but the absolute certainty in his voice made Ren’s heart skip a beat.

Her gaze inadvertently drifted downward. Altair was still sporting a very healthy, very visible semi-erection that swung with his every movement.

"You..." Ren swallowed hard, pointing a trembling finger. "You should put one of those loincloths on."

Altair looked down at himself, then at the pile of clothing. He reached out and picked up a piece of leather. It was tiny. He held it against his waist; it barely covered a fraction of his modesty. He discarded it and picked up another one—this one was massive, clearly meant for a bear beastman, and swallowed his entire lower half.

Ren watched with a bright red face as he awkwardly held up different sizes, looking utterly perplexed by the concept of sizing.

"Oh, for heaven’s sake," Ren muttered.

She marched over to the pile and began searching through it herself. As she dug, her hands brushed against incredibly soft, well-made fur dresses. They were luxurious, warm, and offered actual coverage.

’I am definitely getting out of this skimpy leaf outfit and putting on one of these pretty dresses later,’ Ren thought, her eyes shining. ’In fact, I’m going to go through this whole pile and put the ones I like straight into my inventory. It’s going to be a while before I complete the quest that gives me that indestructible dress anyway.’

She finally pushed past the dresses and pulled out a sturdy, dark brown leather loincloth that looked like it would fit Altair perfectly.

"Here," Ren said, holding it out to him. "This one."

Altair took it.

Ren watched, expecting him to wrap the leather cords around his waist and tie them off like any normal beastman.

Instead, Altair looked at the loincloth. Then, he looked down at his own semi-erect manhood.

With absolute, innocent precision, Altair draped the loincloth directly over his cock, like a man hanging a damp towel over a coat rack.

Ren stopped breathing.

His manhood bobbed slightly under the new addition. The friction and the sudden weight of the leather caused him to react instantly. The ’coat rack’ began firming up and rising even more, proudly lifting the loincloth like a flag upon a mast.

Ren could’ve fainted. The amount of blood rushing to her face was enough to cause a localized stroke.

"THAT’S NOT HOW YOU WEAR IT!" Ren screamed, clapping her hands over her eyes.

[System: Host, you have to understand! Bird beastmen usually remain in their beast form. They rarely shift to their humanoid form unless absolutely necessary, so clothing and loincloths are not exactly a staple in their culture! He has no idea how clothes work!]

Ren peeked through her fingers.

[System: It looks like you’ll just have to help him dress himself. Oh, the tragedy~]

Through the gaps in her fingers, Ren watched as the rising angle of his erection caused the loincloth to slowly, comically slide right off. It hit the floorboards with a soft slap.

Altair stared down at the fallen leather. A deep frown formed on his perfect lips, and genuine puzzlement filled his silver eyes.

He bent down, picked it up, and moved to drape it right back over his throbbing erection.

"No!" Ren gasped, lunging forward.

She quickly snatched the leather from his grasp before he could re-rack the garment. Her face was practically glowing with heat, and her heart was hammering a frantic rhythm against her ribs.

She gripped the loincloth tightly in her hands.

"Turn around," Ren ordered.