The Villainess Redeems Herself, The Beast Husbands are in a Daily Love Battle-Chapter 47: Held Too Tight

She kicked forcefully, trying to break free, but the other held her too tightly.

She finally spoke, her voice sharp and cutting.

"If it weren’t for your parents kneeling and begging me to take you in, I wouldn’t even bother looking at such a lowly male. You dare refuse me? What do you think you are?"

She squatted down, pinching his chin with her fingers, forcing him to lift his head, "Don’t want to serve me? Fine, then go to the underground pleasure den and serve other females. I heard the guests there especially like you pretty males, capable of serving over ten a night."

She crouched, her movements crisp and decisive.

Fingertips cold but forceful, tinged with disdain and mockery.

"Oh, and maybe there’s even some perverted males who’d like a crippled one like you."

His eyes shook violently, and he let out a muffled whimper from his throat.

But his mouth was covered, unable to utter a single word.

"Take him away!"

She withdrew her hand, stood up, her tone calm.

The Beast Husband beside her immediately stepped forward.

Tall and imposing, his movements mechanical and cold.

One hand gripped the man’s arm, while the other firmly covered his mouth.

He struggled desperately, his feet scraping against the ground with an ear-piercing sound, his knees bruising the stone slabs leaving shallow traces of blood.

Yet the struggle was futile, he was forcibly dragged away, around the corner, disappearing completely from view.

The surrounding crowd remained silent.

Some glanced briefly, then returned to their business.

It’s not uncommon for one to be beaten to death if they dare harm a female here.

That’s the rule, unquestioned and unenforced beyond that.

Caleb Shaw stood still, his body swaying slightly.

His fingers twitched, his feet felt rooted to the spot, wanting to rush up to stop them but forcibly held back.

He knew he wasn’t qualified.

He was neither the master nor the enforcer, not even someone worth speaking to.

He turned his head towards Selene Kane beside him.

Caleb Shaw let out a bitter laugh, his voice so low it was nearly inaudible.

He could barely protect himself, let alone others.

Selene Kane kept her gaze on the direction the people had left, until their figures completely disappeared.

Her face was slightly pale, her lips tightly pressed.

Caleb noticed her anomaly, feeling a flicker of hope, perhaps she still had a shred of conscience.

As long as she showed any sign of hesitation.

He could act immediately, even if it was just a slim chance, it was worth trying.

"Oh, so it can be done this way."

She squinted, her mouth slightly upturned.

"Beast Husband can be sold? We’re going to strike it rich!"

Caleb Shaw opened his mouth, but ultimately said nothing.

He lowered his eyes in silence, feeling a cold chill in his heart.

He should have known better, expecting conscience from a female like her was delusional.

Selene Kane was already plotting.

No one would likely want Caleb Shaw, with his poor health and ordinary spiritual power, he wouldn’t fetch a good price.

Once the money ran out, she’d just sell Henry Sheridan for cash.

That face, with its distinct contours and proper features, no matter how unlikable the personality, there were always buyers.

At least it would fetch a decent sum.

"Heh heh."

Just as she was feeling pleased, a sharp pain suddenly struck the back of her head.

"Enough with the laughing already."

She muttered under her breath, raising a hand to rub her neck.

An icy prompt sounded in her mind.

"Your task is to bear children, stop engaging in shady dealings."

Caleb Shaw secretly observed her expression.

Her reaction just now was too strange.

She flipped moods quickly, her laughter abruptly, now randomly shocked by something.

He wondered if she might have actually been zapped stupid.

"Female Master, are we heading home now?"

Selene Kane turned, blinking at him.

A gentle smile instantly appeared on her face, lips curling, eyes soft, as if she had become a different person.

"No rush, the main task isn’t done yet."

She spoke softly, her tone light.

She was indeed an orphan, raised in the slums.

Every day she struggled to survive with all her might.

S-level was a badge of honor.

But at the bottom, it wouldn’t even trade for a hot meal.

No matter how great the potential, when a person dies, everything is lost.

Before she was assigned a Beast Husband, during the hardest times, it was the neighbors who helped her.

A bowl of porridge, a piece of dry biscuit, a handful of old clothes, were life-saving favors.

Back then, her original self was tangled in emotional drama, ungrateful to anyone, let alone thinking of repayment.

Now that she was here, inheriting this body and its past.

Debts owed must be repaid.

The ones who had helped her, she wouldn’t forget any of them.

Besides, after marriage, she almost never left home, always surrounded by the Beast Husband’s arrangements, constantly pushed to bear an heir.

Those people revolved around her, talking endlessly about the children.

They asked why there wasn’t any progress yet, if there was a problem with her health.

She just kept her head down silently, knowing the real reason within herself. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

She had been medicated, suppressing her reproductive function.

The medicine needed to be re-administered monthly, handled by designated personnel for check and injection.

She couldn’t resist, with no one to help her.

There were only 2 possibilities.

Either someone didn’t want her to bear children, or someone wanted complete control over her destiny.

Back in the slums, she was always poisoned by someone, or targeted by the legendary Princess driven by love turned to hate.

The poisoner constantly sent people to cause trouble, using various petty excuses to bother her.

The never-seen Princess, reportedly had issued an order, forbidding anyone from taking her in.

She didn’t know how she offended these people, but the hostility was always apparent.

She had to come back someday.

This was not for reminiscing the past, nor seeking a sense of belonging.

But for settling some accounts, face to face.

Some truths, only attainable by returning here.

The sports car stopped at the entrance of the slum, its gleaming body starkly mismatched with this shabby place.

The headlights were still on, illuminating the muddy road ahead and the crooked eaves.

The air around carried the smell of wet earth and rotting wood.

A group of small Beastmen gathered around, greedily watching but afraid to approach too closely, drooling incessantly.

They were eyeing the snack bags brought from the car, and the candy box in Selene Kane’s hand.

The elder Beastmen looked vigilant, standing in the distance, watching them closely.

They recognized the emblem on Caleb Shaw’s uniform, knowing he was personnel from the upper echelon military.

No one dared approach, simply whispering amongst themselves.

It had just rained, the dirt road was slippery and wet.

Puddles were filled with murky rainwater, reflecting the grey sky.

Some places had caved in, revealing loose stones and rotten wood underneath.

Caleb Shaw was the first to get off, the thick soles of his boots steadying him, not slipping at all.

His movements were sharp, he held the car door with one hand, the other cautiously scanning the surroundings.

Selene Kane was small, as she jumped down from the car, her foot slipped, nearly tumbling.

"Oh my god."

The young Beastmen had initially been somewhat afraid of Caleb Shaw.

But upon seeing Selene Kane, their eyes lit up, their excitement palpable.

"Sister Kane! You’re back!"