Taming the Beast World with a Frying Pan

[Warning: Mature Content R-18+]Ren, a world-class chef with a low tolerance for idiots, didn't plan on dying. She definitely didn't plan on waking up in a jungle where the men have ears, tails, and absolutely zero concept of personal space.Welcome to the Beast World, where “courtship” usually involves a dead carcass at your feet and a very direct sniff of your behind.Ren’s goal? Survival. The Beastmen’s goal? Breeding.Armed only with a cast-iron skillet and a Gourmet Hunter System that trolls her as much as it helps, Ren realizes she has a unique problem. Her cooking is so good it cures the beasts' “Feral Madness.”The side effect? It makes them incredibly… frustrated.Now, she’s stuck with four apex predators who look at her like she’s the main course.Ren just wants to open a restaurant and introduce civilization to these savages. Unfortunately, they’re more interested in glazing her buns than the ones in the oven.Warning: Contains heavy comedy, shameless flirting, accidental flashing, and a slow burn that will leave you as thirsty as the male leads.-----Excerpt:“Put that down!” Ren shrieked, wielding her spatula like a sword.Kael, the massive White Tiger beastman, froze. He was currently naked, gloriously muscular, and holding her lace underwear between two sharp claws like it was a delicate flower.“This,” Kael grumbled, sniffing the fabric deeply, “smells like you. But why is it so small? It covers nothing. Is this a courting gift?”“It’s a thong, you over-sized house cat! Give it back!”“No,” Kael growled low in his throat, his golden eyes darkening with heat as he stepped closer, backing her into the kitchen counter. “If you want it back, you’ll have to take it from me. Preferably with your teeth.”[System Notification: The Target 'Kael' has entered Mating Heat. Recommended Action: Run... or appease the beast.]Ren looked at the system screen, then at the eight-pack abs in front of her. “I hate this world.”**Let's Connect:Instagram: dolly_.romaDiscord: DollyRoma#7887