Villainess is being pampered by her beast husbands-Chapter 204 --.

He glanced at Kaya, who was watching him with open anticipation. A smile tugged at his lips before he began.

Kaya had half-expected him to dodge the task entirely, but to her surprise, he started reading aloud:

"Thousands of years ago, there were fifteen disciples of the God of Beasts. Each disciple chose a tribe to lead. Some were stronger, some weaker, and some sharper than the rest. But among them was one exception—a girl.

"She did not belong to any tribe. Unlike the other beast disciples, who could transform into their beast forms, she could not. And yet, it was said she was far stronger than any beast woman alive.

"She led a tribe unlike any other—a haven that welcomed every abandoned beast woman. Those rejected by other tribes found shelter with her.

"To the rest of the beast women, she was both a savior and a threat. Her power had no known limit, and no one truly knew the extent of it."

Many Beastmen tried to claim her, but to no avail—the girl was like a mountain, unyielding and unmoved by flattery or force.

Even Beastgod himself tried to match her with many Beastmen, pairing her with warriors he believed were exceptional. But her heart remained untouched.

Until one day.

A single hybrid Beastman came along, and he loved her with a madness that defied reason. He waited for her. He did everything for her. If she told someone to climb the highest peak, he would be the first to run. If she ordered someone to walk into burning oil, he would leap without hesitation.

He followed her every step like a shadow, loyal to the core. Yet the girl never bent.

He waited, and waited—for years. Then she discovered his secret: he was one of the immortal Beastmen, a warrior who had trained beyond mortal limits.

Still, she did not fall for anyone.

But his unwavering dedication, the weight of his presence, and his endless patience slowly eroded her walls. For the first time, the girl’s heart swayed. She fell in love—and married him.

Their marriage, however, was against the Beastgod’s law.

Beastgod could not accept that his most brilliant disciple had chosen a man from the hybrid tribe—a man he deemed unworthy, a "no-good weakling" compared to her. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

He tried everything: reasoning with the girl, offering the man riches and power if he would leave her.

But they were fools in love—unyielding, inseparable, and deaf to the god’s command.

Beastgod’s patience finally shattered.

His voice, once calm like a mountain stream, now cracked like thunder across the sky. The heavens trembled at his roar, and every beast in the land bowed their heads in fear.

"If she will not bend... then I will break what holds her!"

That night, storms raged without warning. The winds tore through the forests, uprooting ancient trees. Rivers overflowed as though the earth itself was crying.

Beastgod descended in his true form—an endless shadow of fangs and fury—and stood before the couple. His golden eyes burned like molten suns as he pointed at the hybrid Beastman.

"You are not worthy of her blood. Not worthy of her name. And I will cleanse her of you."

The girl stood in front of her husband, her hair whipping wildly in the storm, and for the first time, she raised her weapon not for a hunt, not for a tribe—

—but against her god.

That day, when the God saw his own disciple raise a weapon against him, his fury knew no bounds. His voice tore through the heavens as he cursed her.

"From this moment, you shall lose it all—your immortality, your divine strength. You will fall from the skies and crawl among mortals."

And so it was. In one night, the girl descended from heaven to hell, stripped of every gift she had earned. The God never spoke to her again, turning his gaze away as if she had never existed.

She accepted her fate with a calm heart. She did not care. But the people around her did.

When the tribes learned she had been cast down, they saw their chance. Old grudges burned hot, and whispers of revenge spread like wildfire.

Time passed. She became pregnant. The girl and her husband lived quietly, joy blooming in their small home. But one day, an invitation came—from her fellow disciples. She went without suspicion.

That night, over dinner, the trap was sprung. Her vision blurred, her chest tightened, and blood spilled from her lips.

Betrayal came in the cruelest form—

The knife that pierced her heart was held by her most cherished tribesman, the child she had raised with her own hands.

She died that night.

But not alone.

With her final breath, she cursed them all:

"You will never touch immortality again. Every scrap of knowledge I gave you will vanish from this world. Every invention, every secret, every gift—erased."

When she exhaled her last breath, her curse swept across the land like a black wind, and the world forgot her.

Veer closed the diary and leaned back. "That’s it."

Kaya blinked out of her thoughts. "Huh?"

"That’s it," he repeated, tapping the cover. "It’s all that’s written."

She glanced around and only then noticed the warm orange light spilling through the windows—the evening had already settled in. She’d been so lost in the story she hadn’t even realized how much time had passed.

"Wow," she murmured, looking at the diary again. "So... you mean it’s true? Or just a story?"

Veer shrugged. "Who knows? First time I’ve read it too. I’m not sure." He leaned in across the table, his voice light but his eyes searching hers. "So, tell me, sweetheart—if it were you instead of that girl, what would you have done?"

Kaya met his gaze without flinching. "The same. But instead of just cursing them, I’d make sure their whole family rotted in hell."

His lips curved. "Well, thank God it wasn’t my sweetheart."

The smile stayed, but his tone shifted—low, quiet, and dangerous.

He reached across, his fingers brushing hers, his eyes never leaving her face.

"Because if it was you..." His thumb traced her knuckles slowly.

"...and someone dared to hurt you..." He leaned in, voice almost a whisper now.

"I wouldn’t just curse them."

A pause—then his eyes hardened to steel.

"I’d hunt every last one of those bastards down... and bury them myself."

A beat.

"Beast God included."