Taming the Beast World with a Frying Pan-Chapter 220: Beastmen Hungry for Knowledge**

Ren stood frozen, trapped between Kael and Altair. The air in the tree hut suddenly felt ten degrees hotter, thick with a heavy, suffocating tension that made her knees weak.

She looked at Kael.

She looked at Altair.

Both had no idea what they were asking for, only that they had seen Syris doing it.

Ren gulped. Her heart hammered wildly against her ribs.

’They want to use their mouths,’ Ren panicked. ’Both of them. On me.’

[System: DING! Emergency Quest Generated: ’Professor of Pleasure’. Objective: Teach these primitive beasts the sacred art of foreplay. Reward: Unimaginable physical satisfaction and a 5-star rating on RateMyProfessor.com.]

’I am going to die of cardiac arrest,’ Ren argued with the voice in her head.

[System: You are going to die a legend. Take control, Host! You are the Michelin-star chef here. Show them how to prep the ingredients before throwing them in the oven!]

Ren took a deep, shaky breath. The System was right. If she just let two incredibly strong, inexperienced predators dive between her legs with zero instruction, it would be a disaster.

If they were going to do this, she had to be the one steering the ship.

Ren squared her shoulders. She pushed past her overwhelming nervousness and looked the two beastmen dead in the eye.

"Okay," Ren said, her voice trembling only slightly. "But if we do this, we do it my way. I am in charge."

Kael raised a brow.

"Follow me," Ren ordered.

She walked away from the wall, her hips swaying, and moved to the center of the hut. She stopped right at the edge of the incredibly soft, circular pelt nest Altair had just built.

She turned to face them. With trembling fingers, she reached up and untied the vine holding her leafy top together. The leaves fell away, exposing her full, heavy breasts to the cool night air. Next, she reached for her waist, undoing the skirt.

The leaves drifted to the wooden floorboards, leaving Ren completely, beautifully naked in the moonlight.

Kael let out a ragged, guttural groan. His hands curled into fists at his sides. Altair’s silver eyes dilated until the pupils nearly swallowed the irises, his gaze tracking every inch of her pale, shivering skin.

Ren lowered herself into the nest. The pelts were like a cloud, contouring perfectly to her back. She spread her hair out over the furs and looked up at her two eager students.

"Rule number one," Ren announced, trying to sound like a strict teacher despite her breathless nervousness. "No mating. No putting it in. Tonight is strictly about foreplay."

"Foreplay?" Kael asked, his brow furrowing in confusion.

In the Beast World, mating was a straightforward, aggressive affair.

"It means touching, tasting, and teasing," Ren explained, her face flushing a deep crimson. "It means making me feel good before the main event. Now, sit."

She patted the furs on either side of her.

Kael immediately dropped to his knees on her right. Altair knelt on her left, his movements fluid and silent.

"Give me your hands," Ren commanded.

She reached out, taking Kael’s hand in her right hand, and Altair’s in her left. She guided them both down, placing Kael’s hand on her right breast and Altair’s on her left.

"You start with the upper body," Ren instructed, her voice dropping to a whisper as the heat of their hands seared into her skin. "You massage. Gently."

Kael, operating on raw tiger instinct, immediately squeezed. Hard.

"Ah! Gentle, Kael!" Ren gasped, swatting his knuckles. "I am not a lump of dough! Imagine you are holding a very ripe, very delicate peach!"

Kael grumbled, but he loosened his grip. He began to knead the soft flesh with a slow, heavy rhythm, his thumb brushing over her hardening nipple. A shiver shot down Ren’s spine.

Altair, on the other hand, was a quick learner. His long, elegant fingers curled around her breast with perfect precision. He didn’t squeeze; he caressed. He followed the curve of her breast, his thumb circling the areola with a maddeningly light touch.

Ren let out a soft, involuntary moan, her back arching slightly off the pelts.

Kael heard the sound. His golden eyes snapped to Altair, a flash of intense competitive jealousy crossing his face. If the bird could make her moan with a light touch, the Tiger could do it better.

Kael adjusted his grip, leaning down to replace his hand with his mouth, sucking her right nipple directly between his lips.

"Oh, God," Ren cried out, her fingers tangling in Kael’s damp white hair. He sucked hard, pulling the sensitive peak into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it.

Altair watched Kael’s technique with intense focus. Copying the Tiger, Altair lowered his face to her left breast. He opened his mouth and laved the peak with broad, warm strokes of his tongue, occasionally grazing the swollen bud with his teeth.

Ren’s mind began to melt. The dual sensation was absolute sensory overload.

"Good," Ren panted, her thighs clamping together involuntarily as a deep ache bloomed between her legs. "Very good. Now... lower."

The two beastmen lifted their heads. Their eyes burning with lust.

"Share," Ren whispered, spreading her legs wide on the pelts, offering herself completely to them. "One of you stay up here. The other goes down there. Then you switch."

Kael and Altair exchanged a look. It was a silent conversation between predators. Altair gave a slight nod and moved downward, while Kael shifted his weight over her upper body, his hands pinning her wrists to the furs above her head.

"I will mate with my mouth first," Altair murmured.

He settled himself between her spread thighs. Ren’s heart hammered so hard she thought it would burst.

Altair parted her swollen, soaking wet folds with his thumbs.

He lowered his head and took his first taste.

"AH!" Ren screamed.

Altair’s tongue was incredible. It was incredibly warm, broad, and possessed a terrifyingly dexterous muscle control. He dragged the flat of his tongue right up her slit, capturing her sensitive pearl and sucking it gently into his mouth.

"Yes," Ren sobbed, her hips bucking upward off the furs. "Altair, yes, right there!"

Up top, Kael wasn’t about to be ignored. The Tiger growled, a deep vibration that shook Ren’s chest, and captured her lips in a bruising, demanding kiss. He thrust his tongue into her mouth. Kael’s heavy body pressed her into the pelts, his hands releasing her wrists to roam wildly over her stomach, her ribs, and her hips.

Ren was trapped in a vortex of pure ecstasy. Every nerve ending in her body was firing at once. She couldn’t breathe, she couldn’t think, she could only feel.

"I’m—I’m close," Ren whimpered into Kael’s mouth, her legs trembling violently.

Altair felt her inner thigh muscles tighten. He hollowed his cheeks and sucked her clitoris hard, swirling his tongue in a tight, relentless circle.

Ren shattered.

Her first orgasm ripped through her with the force of a hurricane. She cried out loudly, her body bowing off the nest, her inner walls spasming and gushing sweet juices directly into Altair’s mouth. Kael swallowed her screams, grinding his own straining, loincloth-covered erection against her thigh.

Ren collapsed back into the furs, her chest heaving, her vision swimming with stars.

[System: A+! Valedictorian! Teacher of the Year! I am weeping digital tears of joy!]

But the lesson wasn’t over.

Altair pulled back, his flawless face slick and shining with her essence. He looked incredibly proud of himself, a rare, genuine smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

"My turn," Kael growled.

He swapped places with the Eagle in a blur of motion.

Kael dove between her legs. He was a starving beast at a banquet.

He buried his face in her wetness, lapping at her folds with deep, greedy strokes of his raspy tongue. The slightly rough texture of his tongue sent completely different, agonizingly sharp shocks of pleasure straight to her core.

"Kael!" Ren gasped, her hands flying down to tangle in his damp white hair. "Ah! Too rough—wait, no, don’t stop!"

Altair, now positioned over her chest, observed her reaction carefully. He lowered his head and focused on her neck, trailing open-mouthed kisses along her collarbone before latching onto her breast again, lightly biting the peak and pulling.

Ren sobbed. It was too much.

She lasted barely five minutes before the second orgasm hit her. It was heavier, deeper, and completely incapacitating. Her toes curled, her thighs clamped around Kael’s head, and she screamed his name to the night air.

When the aftershocks finally subsided, leaving her limbs feeling like melted butter, Ren lay motionless on the pelts. She was a blushing, panting, utterly wrecked mess.

Kael and Altair crawled up to either side of her face. Both of their lips were glistening, their chests heaving, and their respective erections were visibly straining against their leather loincloths.

They looked down at their paralyzed, blissed-out mate with matching expressions of deep, primal satisfaction.