Villainess is being pampered by her beast husbands-Chapter 105 --

Cutie’s heart dropped. His throat tightened as he stared down at her, the glow from his hand reflecting in her half-lidded eyes that were barely focusing on anything.

His healing wasn’t working.

Kaya’s face turned pale, her skin cold beneath Cutie’s trembling fingers.

She gritted her teeth, but not a sound escaped.

Still, her mind was raging.

Damn it.

Why?

Why this pain—so sharp, so cruel?

She didn’t have any illness. No condition. Nothing to explain it.

Then why did it feel like her body was being torn apart from the inside?

And the worst part—she couldn’t even scream.

Only think.

Maybe... maybe it would’ve been better if she were just dead.

Anything but this.

And then—finally—her body gave up.

Her eyes fluttered closed, and she sank. Deeper. Beyond the pain.

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Laughter.

Soft and familiar. Echoing in the stillness like a whisper from another time.

It wasn’t just sound. It was comfort.

That kind of laugh that wraps around your ribs and makes your chest warm. That kind of laugh that says you’re not alone.

Kaya didn’t know where she was.

She couldn’t even feel her own body. But she heard that laugh.

And it pulled something out of her.

Somewhere ahead, she saw the vague shape of a person—standing beneath a massive, ancient tree. The kind with thick, winding roots that hung from above like the arms of the earth itself.

Everything else was blurred.

But the laughter—that was clear.

She couldn’t see their face.

But something inside her whispered:

You know this person.

You’ve laughed with them before.

And in this strange, weightless dream, Kaya felt something she hadn’t felt in days—

Calm.

It was like a remedy.

Just hearing his laughter—warm, gentle, achingly familiar—made all the pain vanish. Completely.

The fire in her head, the stabbing in her chest, the churn in her stomach—it all melted away in that moment.

The figure under the ancient tree moved slightly, leaning back against one of the thick roots. Kaya still couldn’t see his face. Not his eyes. Not a single feature.

But somehow, just the way he stood... she could feel his gaze. The kind that sees you without needing to speak.

Then, he spoke—soft and slow.

"It’s okay. You’re fine."

Only a few words, but they felt like magic—like something ancient wrapped in kindness.

Then he said something else.

A name, maybe. Or a phrase. But it was too faint. Too blurred to grasp. Before she could reach for it—

The world shifted.

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Her eyes blinked open.

The sky above her had dimmed into deep purple-blue. The stars were faintly fading.

It was dawn.

The fire beside her was still burning low, and Cutie sat nearby, quietly feeding firewood into the flame with tired hands.

He looked exhausted. But alert.

The little sparrow perched on a stone not far off, his feathers ruffled and his gaze locked onto her, a hint of worry flickering behind his small black eyes.

Kaya slowly sat up.

A small ache tugged at her side, but nothing like before. The terrible pain—gone. It was as if it had never happened.

She should’ve felt relieved. Maybe even grateful.

But instead, something hollow nestled in her chest.

Not pain. Not anymore. But something dull and empty.

Like a longing.

Like she had left something behind. fгeewёbnoѵel_cσm

Or someone.

And even though her body had healed...

Her heart quietly whispered:

I miss something.

But I don’t know what.

"Are you okay? Is there anywhere you feel uncomfortable?"

Cutie’s voice was soft, his eyes filled with concern as he looked at her. Even his posture leaned slightly forward, as if ready to help at a moment’s notice.

But Kaya didn’t meet him with warmth.

She gave a small, stiff nod.

"We’re leaving today."

Her voice was flat. Final.

Then she stood up, dusted off her clothes with calm, methodical hands, and walked right past him—without another word.

Cutie blinked.

Froze.

She had never spoken to him like that before. Not with this strange, unreadable coolness. It was like a wall had been quietly built between them overnight.

Still, he didn’t argue.

He only gave a slow nod, even though confusion flickered in his expression.

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Outside the cave, Kaya’s face had already shifted.

Her features tightened—not with pain, but with focus.

At first, she had been unsure. Curious. Even open.

But not anymore.

Now, she was certain—something wasn’t right.

The more she thought about it, the more the pieces fit together.

Ever since she’d arrived in this world, her instincts had gone quiet. Too quiet. She’d been sleeping too well. Too deeply. The kind of peaceful sleep that didn’t feel like hers at all.

Her alertness—blunted. Like it had been carefully dulled.

And the pain... the pain had only grown. What once felt like a faint sting now struck her like a hammer, surging from two to nine with no warning.

Something was off.

This world. The rules of it.

And Cutie.

She didn’t trust him anymore.

Whatever he was hiding—whatever this world was hiding—she wasn’t going to fall for the soft smiles or the gentle tones.

Not now.

The healing medicine pulsed quietly inside her. She could feel it. And with it, came clarity.

If Kaya really wanted to, she could’ve broken away from Cutie and the others right now. Walked off. Burned the bridge behind her. She didn’t owe them anything.

But she wasn’t stupid.

Alone in this world, she’d be like a blindfolded mouse in a room full of snakes—no map, no allies, no second chances.

She didn’t even know what kind of creatures roamed the woods, what kind of tribes were watching from the shadows, or how the strange rules of this world twisted behind the curtain.

No. She couldn’t go yet.

She needed them. Or at least... she needed to pretend to need them.

There was a saying she used to hate, but now it tasted like strategy:

"Keep your enemies close."

So she did. With the calm of a soldier slipping into armor, she packed her things, adjusted her stance, and wore her silence like a second skin.

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