Taming the Beast World with a Frying Pan-Chapter 210: Breeding Games of the Beast World

"Put me down!" Ren screeched, her face still burning with the heat of a thousand suns.

The two naked, bickering giants looked at each other, then at her. Reluctantly, they lowered her to the ground.

Ren’s legs wobbled like newborn gelatin as soon as her feet touched the grass. She had to grab a nearby sapling to keep from face-planting for the second time in ten minutes.

She took a deep breath, trying to summon some semblance of dignity.

"I am going to the waterhole," Ren announced, refusing to make eye contact with their swinging appendages. "To wash off. Alone."

She pointed a shaking finger at Kael.

"You," she commanded. "Help Viper with the elk. Gut it. Clean it. Do not let the flies get to it."

She pointed at Syris.

"And you. Gather more twigs and dried leaves. The fire needs to be big."

Before they could argue or start another fight, Ren turned on her heel and marched off toward the waterhole, her leaf skirt rustling indignantly.

When she reached the crystal-clear pool, she practically threw herself in.

"Oh, sweet H2O," Ren groaned as the cool water hit her heated skin.

She scrubbed furiously. She washed the sticky white fluids from her cheek, her neck, and her chest. She scrubbed her hand until it was red. She rinsed her mouth out repeatedly, trying to get the taste of Tiger and Snake out of her palate.

She waded deeper, washing away the slick evidence of her release from her thighs.

Ren stood there, water lapping at her waist, staring blankly at a dragonfly.

’I cannot believe that just happened,’ Ren thought, dazed. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

If her jaw didn’t hurt a little and if she couldn’t still feel the phantom sensation of Syris’ tongue, she would’ve been convinced she hallucinated the whole thing. Or it was another of her wild dreams.

It was insane.

And what surprised her even more was the aftermath.

’They weren’t angry,’ Ren realized. ’Kael wasn’t mad that Syris joined in. Syris wasn’t mad that I was... servicing Kael.’

[System: Welcome to Beast World Biology 101.]

The System’s voice chimed in, sounding remarkably like a bored professor.

[System: In this world, sharing a high-value female is common. If a female is special enough to attract multiple powerful mates, the males often pleasure her together. It is not just about cooperation; it is a competition. They are trying to see who can breed the female first. Who can make her scream louder. Who can leave more of their scent on her.]

Ren blinked.

’So... it’s a dick-measuring contest?’

[System: Precisely. Beastmen have massive egos. They aren’t "sharing" you, Host. They are competing for the Championship Title of "Best Lover".]

Ren groaned, covering her face with her wet hands. "Great. My sex life is now a ranked competitive sport."

[System: Your situation is unique because your husbands are Beast Kings. Typically, Kings do not share. They kill the competition. But Kael losing his status has shifted the dynamic a bit.]

Ren chewed on her lip. "So... threesomes are normal?"

[System: Polyamory is standard. When a mate is shared, group mating is expected. They view it as increasing the fertility odds. More seed equals higher probability of cubs. It is just practical biology, Host. Don’t overthink it.]

Ren understood. It made sense in a twisted, primal way. They weren’t just two husbands; they were two rivals trying to out-perform each other on the same playing field (her).

Her face flushed hot again.

’Does this mean... there will be more?’ Ren wondered, a guilty thrill shooting through her. ’I... I kind of enjoyed it.’

She felt dirty for admitting it. In her world, this was scandalous.

[System: Stop clutching your non-existent pearls. You enjoyed it because your body is wired for it now. Do not feel guilty. Abandon your human morals, Host. Let go. You didn’t have much dignity left to protect anyway.]

"Hey!" Ren splashed the water angrily. "I have dignity! I have plenty of dignity!"

She huffed, wading out of the water. She felt clean enough.

She sat down on a large, flat rock by the edge of the waterhole and took a deep breath.

"Food," she told herself. "Think about food."

She pulled up the System Shop interface.

[Shop Balance: 45,500 XP]

It was beautiful. A digital supermarket of endless possibilities.

’I have a massive elk,’ Ren mused, tapping her chin. ’But what to cook?’

’Option 1: Roasted Elk Haunch with Garlic Butter.’ ’Pros: Delicious, primal. Cons: Takes forever to roast evenly over an open fire, and the clan is hungry now.’

’Option 2: Elk Stir-Fry.’ ’Pros: Fast. Cons: I only have one wok. Cooking for that many tigers in one wok would take an eternity.’

’Option 3: A Stew.’ ’Pros: Volume. I can bulk it up with vegetables and broth. It’s comforting. It feeds a crowd.’

Ren smiled. She had volunteered at soup kitchens back in her world. She knew how to stretch a meal and make mass quantities taste like a five-star experience.

’Elk and Root Vegetable Stew,’ Ren decided. ’Rich, hearty, and thick.’

She started scrolling through the shop.

’I need a pot. A real big one.’

She found it. [Industrial Sized Cast Iron Cauldron - 50 Gallons]. It cost 500 XP.

’Ingredients,’ she listed.

Potatoes: 50lbs. Tigers need carbs.

Carrots: 20lbs. For sweetness.

Onions: 10lbs. The base of all flavor.

Garlic: 5lbs. Because vampires aren’t the problem here.

Beef Tallow: 10lbs. To fry the meat and add richness.

Tomato Paste: To deepen the broth.

Red Wine: A cheap box wine will do. The alcohol cooks off, leaving a rich acidity.

Thyme, Rosemary, Bay Leaves, Black Pepper, Salt.

Ren grinned. She was going to make a stew so good it would make grown tigers weep.

She stood up, twisting her damp red hair into a messy bun on top of her head and securing it with a vine she found on the ground.

She cracked her knuckles.

"Alright," Ren whispered. "Time to cook up a storm."