Taming the Beast World with a Frying Pan-Chapter 239: A Hungry Tiger is a Weak Tiger*

’Kael has a brother? A brother that looks exactly like him?’ Ren stared blankly at the massive white tiger beastman standing toe-to-toe with her husband. It hit her like a fifty-pound sack of flour that even after all this time, she didn’t really know anything about Kael. Or Syris. Or Altair. Why had she never been curious about their family trees until this exact moment?

But then again, between staying alive and desperately keeping Syris and Kael from ripping each other’s throats out, sitting down for a casual family history interview hadn’t exactly been a top priority.

Kael crossed his thick, scarred arms over his bare chest. A smug, deeply competitive smirk pulled at his lips as he looked down slightly at his younger sibling.

"Train hard, Kaelen," Kael rumbled, his voice vibrating with absolute confidence. "I won’t go easy on you like I did when we were cubs."

Ren watched the intense brotherly banter, trying her absolute hardest to keep a terribly naughty thought at bay. But the demon System dragged the repressed thought right to the surface.

[System: Host. Look at them. Imagine getting tag-teamed by two nearly identical beastmen! Twin sex is incredibly hot. ]

Ren’s face erupted in a violent, burning red blush. She tried to immediately banish the idea, but the ongoing Mating Season had her ovulating all the damn time. Her hormones were a runaway freight train crashing through every moral barricade she possessed.

Against her better judgment, her mind supplied a brutally vivid fantasy.

’They look so similar,’ her treacherous mind whispered.

She vividly imagined being sandwiched between them in a nest of soft furs. Kael’s massive, burly frame pressing her down into the pelts from behind, his impossibly thick, blunt cock pounding relentlessly into her tight, wet core with brutal, feral aggression.

Meanwhile, Kaelen—leaner, but just as hard and muscular—would kneel right in front of her, his longer white hair brushing her trembling thighs as his sleek, throbbing shaft slid deep into her mouth.

She imagined the dual friction, the simultaneous grunts of nearly identical, deep voices echoing in her ears, their raw tiger strength stretching her to the absolute breaking point in a perfectly synchronized assault. Kael’s rough hands would bruise her hips while Kaelen’s long, elegant fingers pinched her sensitive nipples to hard peaks.

Her inner walls clenched violently at the mere image. A fresh, heavy wave of slick moisture pooled rapidly between her thighs under her grey dress. She practically felt the phantom fullness of two beastmen claiming her at once.

’No, no, no!’ Ren internally screamed, squeezing her thighs tightly together to stop the throbbing ache. ’I can’t be attracted to Kael’s brother! Isn’t that wrong? Isn’t it kind of messed up?!’

Right at that exact moment, Kaelen shifted his stance, and his piercing golden eyes fell directly onto her. His gaze was raw, predatory, and burning with deep, unhidden curiosity.

’He cannot have his sister-in-law!’ Ren cried out in her thoughts, her heart hammering wildly against her ribs. ’What is wrong with the men in this world?!’

Sparing Ren’s sanity, Kaelen finally turned his attention back to the elder, who was practically vibrating with rage, his knobby fingers gripping his wooden walking stick tight enough to snap it.

Kaelen stood tall, his voice steady and unwavering. "I, Kaelen, exile myself from the White Tiger Clan."

A collective gasp rippled through the lingering crowd. Following his lead, the other muscular white tiger beastmen and females who had stubbornly stood their ground behind him echoed the sentiment, proudly stating their names and announcing their absolute self-exile.

The elder’s wrinkled face paled to the color of bleached bone. Kaelen was their absolute strongest warrior and undoubtedly their best hunter. The fractured clan would surely suffer starvation and ruin without him leading the hunting parties.

"Traitors!" the elder screamed, his voice cracking hysterically. "You are all traitors!"

Having lost all his authority and his best fighters, the elder finally spun around and marched off into the forest, followed by the remaining miserable, loyal traditionalists.

Ren released a long, heavy breath, her shoulders dropping in pure relief. ’I thought he would never leave.’

Kaelen walked up to Ren, finally giving her the chance to take a proper, unobstructed look at him in the morning light. The physical resemblance to Kael was utterly terrifying. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

They had the same sharp, aristocratic jawline and the same intense, glowing golden eyes. But Kaelen’s silky white hair was much longer, tied loosely at the nape of his neck, and his physique was distinctly different. Where Kael was built like a burly, impenetrable brick wall, Kaelen was lanky, lean, and possessed the sleek, wiry muscle of a speed-focused predator.

Still, the similarities were uncanny. He could easily impersonate Kael, steal his identity, and completely get away with it in dim lighting. He was also devastatingly, unfairly handsome. The sheer temptation rolling off him made Ren’s knees feel dangerously weak as he stared down at her.

Without warning, Kaelen dropped smoothly to one knee in the dirt right before her.

"I am Kaelen," he introduced himself, his voice a smooth, captivating baritone. "I was away on a long hunt in the northern mountains when you arrived at our village. I never got the chance to meet you. But I have heard many things."

His golden eyes swept over her flushed face, tracking the rapid pulse at the base of her throat.

"It is nice to finally meet the female that made my brother lose his mind, and now, even made him lose his Beast King status."

Ren swallowed hard. ’Does he hate me?’ she wondered, trying to analyze his tone. It was incredibly smooth, betraying absolutely no malice or anger, leaving her entirely unsure of his true feelings.

Ren took a deliberate step away from his kneeling form, establishing a firm, professional boundary.

"Do not bow to me," Ren instructed firmly, raising her chin. "There will be no bowing in this village."

Kaelen stood up with effortless grace. He towered over her, though slightly less intimidatingly than Kael. Ren’s cheeks heated up instantly as he just stood there, staring at her with those piercing, analytical eyes.

"I want to know more about you," Kaelen stated softly.

A massive, bronzed arm suddenly shot out like a steel barrier. Kael stepped forcefully between them, completely blocking Kaelen’s view of Ren. The former Beast King glared at his younger sibling, a low, warning growl vibrating deep in his chest.

"You can know anything you want," Kael rumbled defensively, flexing his enormous biceps, "once you defeat me."

Kaelen didn’t flinch. A slow, highly amused smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. He gracefully reached out past his brother, picking up one of the empty wooden bowls Ren had set near the cauldron.

"A hungry tiger is a weak tiger, big brother," Kaelen replied smoothly, holding the bowl out toward the bubbling elk stew.