Villainess is being pampered by her beast husbands-Chapter 241 --.

Kaya frowned slightly, the question slipping from her lips before she could stop herself.

"How do you even know all this?"

Veer looked at her, then suddenly let out a short laugh. "pfft haha, honey, you’re joking, right?"

Kaya blinked, not amused.

He softened, leaned closer. "Look at me. I’m a vulture—I spend my life in the sky. Not just me, all of us. Do you know how often our eyes get irritated from wind, dust, sun? It happens all the time. That’s why our house always has water stored. The moment we come back from flying, we wash our faces. Always."

Something clicked in Kaya’s mind. The large bath she had seen in his room, always brimming with water, no matter how much she used... she’d never seen a pond or stream nearby to refill it, and yet it was always full. So this was the reason.

Veer gave a small shrug. "We have strong resistance, so it doesn’t happen often, but when it does—water helps. Cold cloth on the eyes helps. In winter, sometimes I even use warm compress instead. But now, since it’s summer, cold works better. And with this kheera, you’ll feel much better."

Kaya stared at the thick green vegetable in his hand, then muttered automatically, "It’s cucumber. Cucumber."

Veer chuckled. "Yeah, yeah. Kheera."

Kaya just sighed and shook her head, too tired to argue further.

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With the cucumber and the damp cloths, Kaya felt a little better. The burning eased, but her eyes still didn’t heal in just a day or two. The swelling slowly went down, yet every time she tried to open them for too long, pain lingered. Reading the diary was out of the question. Most of the time, she simply lay down with her eyes closed, slipping in and out of sleep.

Whenever she tried to get up and walk around despite the pain, Veer always stopped her. He would scold her lightly, "If you move around and make it worse, who’s supposed to take care of you then?" And if she argued or tried not to listen, he would just scoop her up without asking and say, "Fine, I’ll walk you myself." It left her with no choice but to give in.

Three days passed like that. Finally, the redness faded, and the pain eased enough for her to open her eyes again without wincing. But Kaya knew this hadn’t been a normal infection. It had dug deep, grown far worse than what she was used to. If not for the strange herb working inside her body, she was almost certain she might have gone blind.

And with that thought, a quiet realization settled in her chest—this place was far more dangerous for a human than she had ever imagined. One small mistake, even something as simple as an infection, could end a life here in the blink of an eye.

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The Next day..

Kaya had just stepped out of Veer’s house, strolling slowly under the dim light. Her eyes were still a little sore, half-open as she adjusted to the air outside. That’s when she caught a blur—something brown, round, and fast, shooting straight at her from the street.

Her body moved before her mind could catch up. Instinctively, she raised her leg and kicked hard. Thud! The thing smacked against her shin, ricocheted with surprising force, and went flying straight into the cave wall.

Crack! A thin fracture spread across the rock.

Kaya froze, instantly on guard, ready to beat down whatever beast dared to attack. But then—her eyes landed on the culprit.

"You!" she blurted, voice sharp.

Chirp... chirp... chirp...

"Hello... I... am... back..."

The tiny sparrow, its wing still bent, beak smushed from the impact, and ridiculous cartoonish feathers sticking up as it slid dramatically down the wall, looked up at her with watery eyes. Its pitiful chirps were broken, like a bad radio signal.

Kaya just stood there, dumbfounded, then let her posture drop. She scowled, her tone half-annoyed, half-relieved.

"What the hell are you doing here?!"

But the sparrow only twitched his broken wing, looking like he was about to faint again. Kaya was about to question him when she heard it—the heavy flutter of wings outside. Her chest tightened. She knew that sound.

The vultures were returning.

She snapped her gaze to the sparrow, who was still rolling around like a tragic hero. Her jaw clenched. "You little idiot..." Without another word, she scooped him up, tucked him under her arm, and bolted back inside the house.

If the vultures saw him, she was 100% certain they wouldn’t hesitate to chew him up alive.

Inside, Kaya shut the door firmly, tossed the sparrow onto the bed, and glared.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

The sparrow, who had been moments from death just seconds ago, suddenly perked up. He adjusted his wing, his tiny body shimmered—and in the next instant, he transformed into his human form.

Kaya blinked.

He sat there on her bed, looking pitiful as hell—dark circles under his eyes, bluish bruises around his waist, scratches everywhere. Kaya didn’t even need to ask. Her earlier kick had clearly done the job.

Suppressing the urge to roll her eyes, Kaya turned away, fetched a glass of water, and shoved it into his hands.

The sparrow stared at it, then at her. And suddenly he exploded.

"You—! You damn woman!"

Kaya blinked at him, deadpan. "...What?"

Faced with her flat expression, he clamped his mouth shut, bit his lip like a scolded child, then finally blurted in a wounded tone,

"How could you leave me alone there? How can you be so cruel?"

Kaya stared at him. The way he looked at her—it wasn’t like a warrior confronting his enemy. No. It was exactly like a maiden catching her husband sneaking off with another woman.

And somehow, she had been cast as the cheating husband.

Kaya just stared at him and said flatly,

"Excuse me?".

At that, the sparrow suddenly sprang up, wobbling on the bed like a furious little rooster.