Free Web NovelChapter 8: 08: The Female’s Meat.
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Ayra stared at the blue screen before her. She guessed the system was finding more reasons to make her life even more difficult in this land.
She wiped her mouth clean as she stared at Commander Lynn. The wolf Beastman was standing before her, bare and naked. Ayra let her eyes wander through his body—from his erection, up to his abs and bulky chest, and finally to his face. She guessed this was someone the system had deemed fit for her mate, and now she was to start working towards winning him over completely.
The wolf Commander was still panting softly, sweat running down his chest while he calmed himself from the sizzling sensation he had just felt.
"I guess you enjoyed that, Mr. Commander," Ayra smiled, her fingers gently caressing his body. "Maybe my efforts were not in vain at all."
His eyes met hers, cold and emotionless. She couldn’t tell what he was thinking, but she could tell he was fascinated. His eyes dropped to his hand—the injuries were healed, and he could feel himself sane again.
He stared at Ayra again. He guessed this female really could heal him. Strangely.
Ayra smiled. "What? Still doubting? Want another round?" Ayra’s fingers lingered down the rob between his legs. They were still hard and alert. She guessed these Beastmen never get enough, considering how wild they were.
But Lynn picked up his loincloth and wore it around his waist. His eyes met Ayra as he said, "You have limited time. Come with me if you want to eat." He walked off.
Ayra smiled as she turned to face him. "It worked."
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The two walked out of the prison cave, with Ayra following closely behind. It was night, but Ayra couldn’t help but admire the beautiful setup of the atmosphere.
Campfires were set up at different spots, naturally illuminating the scenery. Beastmen gathered at different spots around the fire—some eating, some chatting and laughing, and some just doing their business.
Ayra observed some playing games before the trees, throwing weapons at the trunks to see which stuck first. Some elders sat around a fire at a distance, calmly discussing, while some younger ones ran around.
Ayra knew this wasn’t the whole beastmen population in this tribe. The Netherwild had a good number of wild beastmen, roughly around a hundred or so. But only about twenty could be seen here. From the memories of the past host, Ayra figured there were other habitations around too, and other beastmen were there. She guessed they had some jurisdiction or something, even though the anima species were mixed.
The beastmen nearby set their eyes on Ayra as Lynn brought her to sit close to the campfire. But she sat at a distance, far from the other beastmen.
"What’s she doing here? Isn’t she supposed to be in prison?" a zebra male questioned.
"I don’t know, but it seems the commander let her out," a tiger pointed out.
Their eyes followed Ayra, who sat down as Lynn went to get meat. He returned with raw meat and threw it close to her.
"Here. You didn’t seem pleased with the one brought to you. Make one that’s to your taste. I’m keeping to my word." He tilted his head. "But hurry up. You’ll soon be going back in."
The beastmen stared curiously.
Ayra sighed as she stared at the meat. "What’s..." She guessed this was how they had their meat. Some had it raw like that without much treatment, and some simply tossed it into the fire and brought it out to eat like that—similar to what they served here.
She couldn’t be ungrateful. At least she had to make the best of it while she was out.
"The F-rank female cook?" one laughed. "I’ve heard all she can do, but cooking is out of the question!"
Some of the men laughed as another pointed out, "You’re wasting your time and goodwill, Commander. This low-ranking female can’t prepare anything, so I’ve heard. Remember the last time she came here? She could only confidently steal our meal and shamelessly eat!"
"Exactly. Pathetic!" They all laughed.
But Ayra ignored them. While Commander Lynn sat down on a tree log at a distance, she observed the piece of meat before her.
Ayra shook her head as she picked it up, raw and bloody as it was, and asked, "Where’s the stream close by?"
"..."
"What’s she talking about?"
"Stream? What does she want to do?"
Commander Lynn’s eyes narrowed on her. "And what do you want to do with it?"
"Wash this, at least."
"..."
Everyone stared in confusion but ultimately laughed.
"Why would she do that? Wasting time when she won’t even prepare anything."
"Exactly."
Commander Lynn hesitated, staring at her for a while. Then he got up to his feet. "Follow me." Ayra guessed he’d follow her for fear that she might run away.
Ayra got to the river as the wolf stood at the side, watching with both arms folded. She began washing the meat as thoroughly as she could. And when she was done, she quickly searched the area and picked up some wild garlic, fragrant herbs, mountain pepper, and sour berries she recognized from the surrounding area—the same area where she had found herbs to treat the young wolf.
The beastmen stared at her in confusion as she crushed these ingredients together and rubbed them over the meat.
No one had words yet—they were confused. But some scoffed at the waste.
After she was done, she roasted it slowly over hot coals instead of directly in the flames, taking her time carefully to watch it cook.
As the fat melted and dripped onto the coals, a rich, mouthwatering aroma filled the air. The scent of roasted meat mixed with herbs spread throughout the tribe, and by the time the meat was fully roasted, the entire area smelled irresistible. It caught their noses as the beastmen sniffed continuously at the aroma before them.
Stunned, they all stared at each other and stared at the female before them. They couldn’t believe their eyes. freewebnσvel.cѳm
"Am I seeing things?"
"Did that female just make that scent...?"
"It seems like it..."
They were in disbelief at how fragrant the smell was. It caught their noses so powerfully that no one could resist. Even beastmen at a distance had stopped all they were doing and let their noses pick up the thrilling aroma that wafted through the air.
Slowly, the beastmen gathered closely to where she was and fixed their eyes on the golden-brown meat, swallowing repeatedly and wondering how the same meat they’d eaten all their lives could smell so different when prepared by her.
