Starting Out As The God of Beasts

The fat innkeeper’s face flashed from beet red to a dark, suffocating purple, his eyes bulging with a terrifying mixture of raw rage and consuming envy.

His fists clenched so tightly that his dirty fingernails bit into his greasy palms.

He took three cautious, trembling steps closer to the wooden paneling of Room 301, leaning his ear toward the door to catch every drop of the intoxicating sound.

It was merely a husband and his wives enjoying intimacy—a completely natural act behind closed doors—yet the innkeeper felt a violent, murderous hatred boiling inside his heart.

’Why him?!’ the innkeeper roared silently in his mind, his breath coming in ragged, raspy hitches.

Why does a pathetic, mundane ant get to enjoy two heavenly goddesses while I slave away in this filthy tavern?!

A dark, impulsive urge screamed at him to throw his weight against the door, burst into the room, slaughter the golden-haired merchant where he lay, and claim the two women on the spot.

Their sweet, melodic gasps alone were so intoxicating that they felt like a drug, melting his mind and driving him to the edge of sanity.

However, with a monumental effort of self-control, the innkeeper forced his lower lip between his yellowing teeth, suppressing his wild rage.

He took a slow, agonizing step backward.

He knew better than to commit a bloody murder inside his own establishment during broad daylight.

If he wanted to claim those divine women without ending up on the city watch’s execution block, he needed to maneuver through the legal channels—or wait for a higher power, like the Mayor, to pave the way.

Gasping for air, the fat man turned on his heel and rushed down the stairs, his heart pounding like a war drum.

Inside Room 301, the atmosphere was thick, warm, and heavy with a sweet, intoxicating musk.

Eurenia lay fast asleep in the center of the vast wooden bed, completely naked.

Her crimson wolf tail was curled loosely around her thigh, and a blissful, deeply satisfied smile was etched across her beautiful, flushed face as her chest rose and fell in a peaceful rhythm.

Beside her, Alisa sat upright against the carved headboard.

She had pulled the white silk duvet up to her chest, her cheeks burning with an intense, crimson flush that extended all the way to the tips of her hidden feline ears.

Her golden, feline eyes were fixed entirely on the figure standing before the open balcony window.

Roy stood completely naked, bathed in the soft, afternoon light filtering through the clouds.

His long golden hair fell loosely over his broad, muscular shoulders, and a lopsided, self-deprecating grin was painted across his handsome face.

’To think that I, the God of Beasts, couldn’t even resist temptation...’ Roy let out a long, quiet sigh, shaking his head in amused disbelief.

An hour prior, his plan had been entirely tactical.

He had informed his two Duchesses that they needed to fake an intimate scene—producing loud, provocative sounds to trigger the fat innkeeper or any eavesdropping sentries, thereby driving the surrounding human men into an unhinged frenzy of jealousy.

However, Roy had severely underestimated the depth of devotion and romantic desire burning inside Eurenia and Alisa.

To the two beastwomen, who were deeply, hopelessly in love with the Apostle of their God, this was not a mere tactical demonstration—it was the ultimate, long-awaited dream.

When they wrapped their soft arms around him, shedding their inhibitions, even a Divine Spirit like Roy could not withstand the raw, overwhelming temptation presented by two breathtaking seductresses.

The fake performance had instantly turned real.

The sheer intensity of the aftermath had completely exhausted Eurenia, forcing her into a deep, contented slumber.

The bedsheets were a tangled, wrinkled mess, while Alisa sat clutching the duvet, her slender legs still shivering uncontrollably beneath the covers.

Just recalling the absolute power behind Roy’s physique, his incredible endurance, and the overwhelming heat of his touch made Alisa’s core tremble with a sweet, lingering ache.

She bit her lower lip hard, stealing timid, breathless glances at his bare back.

”Well... it worked out in the end, didn’t it?” Roy murmured smoothly, turning his head slightly.

His golden-crimson eyes met Alisa’s.

The moment their eyes locked, Alisa let out a tiny, audible gasp and instantly snapped her head away, her face flushing an even deeper shade of red as she stared intently at the wooden floorboards.

Roy offered a gentle, knowing smile.

He wasn’t particularly surprised by her adorable, flustered behavior.

After all, he was simply that good.

In his previous life back on Earth, Roy had been a hardcore, introverted gamer—a total virgin who had never even held a girl’s hand, let alone smelled a woman’s perfume.

But in this world, backed by the supreme vitality of a divine entity, his physical stamina was limitless.

Every single thrust carried explosive, earth-shattering force, and the session had lasted for several uninterrupted hours as he took turns with both women.

He had thoroughly disvirgined both Duchesses on the spot, bestowing upon them a level of pleasure they didn’t know existed.

Yet, despite his cosmic power, Roy remained completely oblivious to the deep, genuine romantic feelings they harbored for him as a man.

To his analytical mind, he assumed their intense reactions were merely a natural physical response to his overwhelming divine vitality.

”Are you feeling alright, Alisa?” Roy asked softly, stepping closer to the bed.

He reached out his hand, gently caressing her sleek black hair.

Alisa leaned her head instinctively into his palm, her heart fluttering wildly against her ribs.

She desperately wanted him to lean down, to pull her into his broad chest, wrap his powerful arms around her, and hold her tight.

However, Roy’s divine perspective did not register the subtle, silent pleading in her golden eyes.

After a gentle stroke, he withdrew his hand.

A few minutes later, Roy retrieved his crisp black shirt from the chair, slipping it over his broad chest before pulling on his dark trousers and boots.

He smoothed down his long golden hair and turned toward the heavy oak door.

Seeing him reach for the brass handle, Alisa finally found her voice.

”Master... Master Jarden?” she called out softly, her voice carrying a slight, raspy tremble.

”Where are you heading?”

Roy paused at the threshold, looking back over his shoulder with a calm, serene smile.

”I am going out to explore the city for a short while,” Roy answered smoothly. ”I want to observe the streets firsthand and see just how far our little rumors have spread through the upper quarters.”

His eyes hardened slightly, carrying a firm, unyielding directive.

”Stay inside this room with Eurenia,” Roy instructed, his tone leaving no room for argument.

”Cultivate, rest, and do not step outside this door under any circumstances while I am away. The net has been cast... now we wait for the fish to bite.”

Alisa bowed her head, clutching the duvet tightly against her chest.

”Understood, Master Jarden. Safe travels.”

With a final, confident nod, Roy pulled the door open, stepped into the quiet hallway, and vanished into the shadows of Kaelos City.