Taming the Beast World with a Frying Pan-Chapter 178: Sex Ed. 101*

"You could..." Ren trailed off, her voice dropping to a whisper that was barely audible over the rain. "You could just... handle it yourself."

Altair tilted his head, his handsome face the picture of innocent confusion. "Handle it? How do I handle it? Do I hit it?"

"No! Do not hit it!" Ren shrieked, horrified. "That is the opposite of what we want!"

She took a deep breath. Her face was already burning, but she had committed to this "friends" narrative, and apparently, friends taught friends how to navigate their own anatomy.

"You... okay, look," Ren stammered, her hands hovering awkwardly in the air. "You grab it. Gently! And you... stimulate it. With friction. Up and down. Like... like churning butter! But faster. And with less dairy."

Altair stared at her blankly.

Ren groaned. Words were failing her.

"Like this!" Ren exclaimed, abandoning all dignity.

She made a circle with her hand and moved it up and down in the air, mimicking the motion with a speed and vigor that would have made a mime proud.

"You just... jerk it," she explained, her face radiating heat like a stovetop element. "Until the... uh... the pressure goes away."

Ren paused, looking at his confused expression. A realization dawned on her.

’Did no one in the Beast World masturbate?’ she wondered wildly. ’Is self-service not a thing here? Do they just walk around like pressurized kegs until they find a mate? No wonder they are all so horny all the time! They are ticking time bombs of testosterone!’

Altair was watching her hand gestures with the intense focus of a student in a bomb defusal class. He looked from her hand to his lap.

"I see," he said seriously. "Up and down."

He looked away from her, his expression grave, and wrapped his large hand around his erection.

Ren gulped.

’I am only looking to ensure he does it properly,’ she lied to herself. ’Safety first. OSHA regulations. Don’t want him to rip it off.’

"Warning," Ren squeaked. "Do not grip too tightly. It’s not a weapon handle."

"Mm," Altair hummed in response.

He slowly began to move his hand. Up. Down.

It was tentative at first, but then he seemed to find a rhythm. A bead of clear fluid leaked from the tip.

"Ah..." Altair released a quiet, surprised moan.

Ren’s breath hitched in her throat. She clamped her thighs together hard, feeling a sudden, treacherous pool of heat gathering in her lower regions.

She looked at his face. His eyes were closed. His head was tipped back slightly. He looked like he was in a state of quiet, holy ecstasy. His broad, muscular chest heaved with every stroke.

"Does it..." Ren stuttered, her voice cracking. "Does it feel good?"

Altair opened his silver eyes. They were hazy, unfocused. He looked right at her.

"Yes," he breathed.

Ren felt a slick wetness bloom between her legs.

’NOPE,’ Ren’s brain screamed. ’Abort mission! Friends shouldn’t watch friends masturbate! That is Rule #1 of the Friendship Handbook!’

She spun around so fast she almost gave herself whiplash, presenting her back to him.

"Good! Great! Keep going!" Ren yelled at the wall.

She closed her eyes, trying to focus on the sound of the rain. She tried to meditate. She tried to list the ingredients for a béchamel sauce.

’Butter. Flour. Milk. Nutmeg...’

Stroke. Gasp. Stroke.

Her ears, the traitors, were hunting for the sounds. They bypassed the thundering rain and locked onto the quiet, rhythmic sounds of Altair discovering the joy of solo play.

’This was a bad idea,’ Ren thought frantically. ’This was a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad idea.’

But it was too late for regrets.

Altair picked up the pace. His breathing grew heavier, ragged. His moans became less quiet—low, guttural sounds that vibrated through the small hollow and straight into Ren’s spine.

Ren inadvertently began rubbing her thighs together. The friction was the only thing keeping her sane. Her mind, unbidden, began conjuring high-definition images of what was happening behind her.

’Why?!’ Ren complained to the universe. ’I’m not even from this world! I’m a human! Why is Mating Season affecting me?’

[System: Ding!]

[Quest Complete: Kingdom Building - The Age of Enlightenment.] [Achievement Unlocked: You have introduced the concept of ’Masturbation’ to the Beast World. You are a pioneer of self-care.] [Reward: 25 XP.]

Ren’s face turned the color of a ripe tomato.

’Why is that a quest?!’ she screamed internally. ’Kingdom Building?! I just taught a bird how to wank!’

She was only slightly less in debt now, but the shame outweighed the 25 XP. She had almost forgotten about the 1,000+ weird survival quests the System had dumped on her after the update, but she was too distracted to remind herself of them right now.

Her own arousal was becoming unbearable. It was a physical ache, a heaviness that demanded attention.

She kept her fists clenched tightly at her sides, digging her nails into her palms.

[System: Many friends masturbate together, Host. It’s a bonding experience. Like playing Mario Kart, but messier. Just do it. Relieve the pressure.]

’Shut up!’ Ren hissed. ’I am maintaining the boundary! The boundary is sacred!’

But her body was practically begging. Behind her, Altair was moving faster. His moans were mingling with quick, sharp intakes of breath.

"Ren," Altair called out.

Ren jumped like she had been tased.

"Y-yes?" she stuttered.

"I need to look at you," Altair groaned, his voice strained. "So I can finish."

Ren’s brain short-circuited.

’He needs to look at me? To finish?’

Logic fought with libido.

’Friends do weird stuff for friends,’ Ren reasoned weakly. ’Like... checking teeth for spinach. Or popping back pimples. This is...just like that.’

Ren turned around slowly. She kept her legs clamped shut, trying to hide the trembling in her knees.

But Eagles have the best eyes in the animal kingdom. They could spot a field mouse from a mile away.

There was nothing she could hide from Altair’s piercing gaze.

His eyes swept over her. He saw the flush on her chest. He saw the way her legs were twisted together. He saw the glaze in her eyes.

"You should do it too," Altair suggested, his voice rough.

Ren froze.

"Friends cannot!" Ren blurted out. "Do not! Should not! That is a double negative of nope!"

’We are already so far over the line we can’t even see the line anymore,’ she thought hysterically. ’The line is a dot to us!’

Altair paused. His hand stopped moving, though he didn’t let go. He looked at her with concern.

"Should I stop?" he asked earnestly. "So you can handle yourself?"

Ren looked at him. He was willing to stop right at the precipice just to let her go first? He was too nice.

Her face was crimson. She shook her head frantically.

"No! Don’t stop!" Ren squeaked. "Just... finish quickly! And we do not look at each other for the rest of the night! We act like this never happened! We bury this memory deep in the vault!"

Altair hummed. He began moving his hand again.

"I will look at you as much as possible now, then," he said simply.

He kept his silver eyes locked on her face. He just stared at her, devouring every reaction she had.

Ren felt exposed. She wondered what kind of image he was painting in his head. Was he imagining them having sex? Was he just memorizing her face?

She dug her fingernails into her palms, trying to distract her arousal with pain. But even the pain felt good. The air in the hollow was thick enough to chew.

Ren held Altair’s gaze. She couldn’t look away.

She saw every microscopic twist of his face from pleasure. She saw the way his pupils dilated. She saw the way he parted his pink lips with every ragged breath.

To Ren, watching him like this—being the sole focus of his pleasure—was even more intimate than sex. It was raw. It was vulnerable.

Ren was fighting a losing battle with her self-control.

Then, Altair stiffened.

His eyes were still fixed on her face, holding her gaze like an anchor.

He barely made a sound—just a sharp intake of breath and a shudder that racked his entire body.

But the slight flush on his cheeks and the way his chest heaved were evidence enough that he had thoroughly enjoyed the lesson.