Chapter 282: Our Butts Are Not The Same

Ren and Altair stood shivering in the damp grass of the garden. Ren had managed to tear down a few massive leaves from a nearby fern, and they were currently using them as makeshift towels. It was a completely pathetic endeavor; the thick, waxy surface of the plants stubbornly repelled moisture, struggling immensely to actually get the job done.

As she vigorously rubbed a leaf against her arms, Ren’s eyes kept wandering entirely on their own accord over to Altair.

The Golden Eagle Prince was drying off a few feet away, his broad back currently turned to her. Ren shamelessly devoured him with her eyes. Her gaze traveled hungrily down the very crown of his head, tracing the thick, wet locks of his long blonde hair that clung heavily to the upper half of his deeply muscled back. She followed the sharp, incredibly defined V-taper of his back muscles, all the way down to his perfectly sculpted, tight ass, and further down to his thick, strong thighs.

He was an absolute masterpiece of male anatomy.

Suddenly, Altair turned around.

Ren almost snapped her neck, instantly looking away. Her eyes darted wildly about the garden, frantically trying to find absolutely anything else to focus on as she quickly turned her back to him, her cheeks burning with a guilty flush.

By the time she was finally dry enough, the indestructible emerald silk dress magically reappeared, snapping flawlessly back onto her figure and instantly ceasing her violent shivers from the cold morning air.

Ren let out a massive sigh of relief. She turned back around to face Altair.

“Alright,” Ren said, clapping her hands together. “Let’s go find—”

She froze dead in her tracks.

Ren seriously wondered if she had simply gotten so incredibly used to the constant, unapologetic Beast World nudity that it genuinely hadn’t occurred to her until this exact second: Altair absolutely could not meet Syris while stark naked. Introducing her new, surprise third husband to the Snake King while letting it all hang out was absolutely not the first impression she wanted to make!

Plus…

Ren’s thought completely trailed off. Her eyes lowered, locking directly onto his groin.

…He was still very hard.

Ren just stared at his rigid erection for a long moment, her entire face reddening like a ripe tomato. ’Is it actually possible for a cock to be beautiful?’ she wondered. It was thick, perfectly shaped, and looked incredibly intimidating.

“Ren,” Altair’s smooth, melodic voice broke through her trance. He murmured softly, “You are staring.”

Ren cleared her throat, her gaze snapping up to the ceiling as she looked away. “I—I was just contemplating how we are going to cover that! You can’t just go in there naked like that!”

[System: Why not? There are still parts of the Beast World that haven’t even learned the basic concept of clothing yet. They all started there. Let the bird be free!]

Ren absolutely did not want to imagine an entire civilization of heavily endowed beastmen walking around completely naked. She rubbed her temples, realizing with profound horror that the Beast World had been an incredibly bad influence on her.

Not only was she rapidly becoming a nudist, but she was becoming more and more entirely comfortable with public nudity! Her mother back would be absolutely ashamed to know that her daughter had become such a shameless degenerate.

“We need clothes,” Ren muttered, looking around the overgrown garden. “Maybe one of these massive leaves could work.”

Ren was never really good at anything outside of a kitchen, but how hard could making a simple leaf loincloth really be? Altair wasn’t quite as bulky as Kael, but he wasn’t as slender as Syris either; his physique was perfectly somewhere in between. The leaf might end up being a bit tight, but it should definitely work.

Ren marched over to the thick brush. She gathered some sturdy green vines, a handful of sharp thorns to act as pins, and the absolute largest, widest leaf she could find. She marched back over to the naked bird.

“Lift your arms,” Ren instructed, her face burning red.

Altair obediently raised his arms, standing perfectly still.

Ren got to work.

Her original plan for a traditional, functional loincloth immediately fell apart because she couldn’t figure out the crotch, so she pivoted her design strategy. She was going to make a ’masculine skirt.’ She firmly decided that if the word ’male’ was put before the word ’skirt,’ it completely validated it as acceptable men’s wear.

She wrapped the massive green leaf around his waist. Dropping to her knees directly in front of him, Ren leaned in close, using her nimble fingers to tightly secure and adjust the sturdy vines holding the waist together.

She pulled the vine tight.

RIIIP!

The sudden, intense pressure of the makeshift waistband restricting his rigid erection was entirely too much for the poor leaf to handle. With a loud, tearing sound, Altair’s large cock violently sprung out, bursting straight through the center of the leaf like a breaching whale, and smacked Ren directly in the face.

“Yelp!”

Ren let out a high-pitched shriek. A furious blush crawled rapidly up her neck as she fell completely backward, landing hard on her butt in the dirt.

Altair looked down at her sprawled on the ground, his silver eyes wide with innocent alarm. “I didn’t do it on purpose.”

[System: HAHA! Oh my god! You just got cock-slapped!]

’Shut up!’ Ren screamed at the system. She scrambled frantically, scurrying up to her feet.

Altair looked down. “It is a lot more comfortable now,” he noted honestly.

“That’s because your penis is sticking out!” Ren groaned, aggressively pulling on her red hair in frustration.

Altair tore the ruined leaf skirt completely off, tossing it into the bushes.

Suddenly, a brilliant shimmer of golden light erupted behind him. Ren had to squint, almost certain she actually saw a holy halo glowing above his head. His large, majestic golden wings had materialized from his back.

Altair casually brought his massive wings forward, wrapping them securely around his torso and perfectly covering his entire front like a luxurious, feathered trench coat.

“I could just do this,” Altair suggested calmly.

It honestly wasn’t a terrible idea, except for one massive, glaring flaw.

“Altair,” Ren groaned, slapping a hand over her face. “Your back is completely exposed! Your ass would be showing!”

Altair tilted his head to the side in mild, genuine confusion. He honestly thought his penis showing was the main problem here.

“Your butt shows every single time you bend over,” Altair pointed out factually. “And sometimes when you walk fast.”

Ren gasped, instantly reaching back to instinctively cover her butt, frantically trying to pull the incredibly short slits of the emerald silk dress down some more. “It’s completely different for me!” she argued defensively. “I am a female!”

Altair couldn’t understand the logic at all. His brows furrowed. “Your butt does not look different from my butt. It is bigger and much softer, yes. But we both have butts.”

Ren bit her bottom lip, averting her gaze to a glowing blue mushroom on the wall. “Females… females use their butts to attract males,” she mumbled.

For a long moment, there was silence in the garden.

Then, Altair stared at her and genuinely asked, “Does the butt of males attract females?”

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