Villainess is being pampered by her beast husbands-Chapter 282 --.

All he wanted was more time with her, uninterrupted, untroubled. And if letting her handle some of the work meant keeping that little bubble of peace alive, he would bite the bullet and do it.

.

.

.

.

When the food was finally served, Kaya’s eyes nearly popped out of her head. This wasn’t like any other tribe she had seen. They didn’t squat on the ground or sit on stones like most primitive setups. No, here they had proper dining tables—long wooden ones with chairs neatly lined on each side. Two tables had been set up: one for the men, one for the women.

And, unlike the old patriarchal tribes where men got all the meat and women were left with scraps, this was completely different. The women’s table was overflowing, even more bountiful than the men’s. Kaya’s jaw dropped. The amount of food laid out could easily feed 120 to 150 people, and yet there were barely forty here.

Kaya sat at the female table, Veer at the male, and her hands trembled—not with nervousness, not with anger, but with sheer disbelief. The spread was incredible: soups, boiled dishes, small bowls of wild berries. But the catch? It was all bamboo. Bamboo shoot soup, boiled bamboo shoots, and even bamboo spilling from the sides of bowls. Not a single piece of meat, no other fruits—just bamboo.

Kaya had heard that pandas’ diet was almost entirely bamboo, but seeing it like this was shocking. She glanced around as the women chewed their bamboo casually, then down at her own simple bowl of white soup and a few boiled bamboo shoots. Her mind could barely process it.

If someone had told Kaya to go herbivorous, she might have shrugged and accepted it. Vegan? Maybe even considered it. But bamboo? Bamboo as the main course? That was a whole new level of torture. It wasn’t that Kaya was picky—she wasn’t—but her teeth recoiled at the thought. She barely managed to nibble on two bamboo shoots, thanking the stars they were small. Even cut into soft, bite-sized pieces and cooked by Veer to perfection, it was still... wood. Literally.

She took a cautious sip of the soup and shivered, as if she’d bitten into a plank. Glancing at Veer, she saw the same grimace mirrored on his face. Relief washed over her—at least she wasn’t alone in this suffering.

Meanwhile, everyone else was devouring their bamboo as if it were the most delicious thing on earth. A few men even leaned back, sighing in satisfaction. "Wow... this is the tastiest bamboo I’ve ever eaten," one of them said.

Kaya’s jaw tightened, and she fought the urge to stand up and shout, "Tastiest? What kind of taste does this even have?"

By the end of the meal, both Kaya and Veer had barely touched anything. Bamboo or not, that was one feast they weren’t going to enjoy.

Anyway, when Kaya had stepped back to grab her clothes, thinking about washing them in the nearby pond—well, at least there was a pond, if not a river—she didn’t even make it halfway before Veer stopped her.

"Give it to me," he said, pointing at her clothes.

"What?" Kaya snapped, freezing on the spot.

"Give it to me," Veer repeated, a little sharper this time.

Kaya blinked at him, incredulous. "Are you crazy? Why the hell would I give my clothes to you?"

Veer’s teeth gritted ever so slightly, a faint smile tugging at his lips. His tone dropped, low and serious. "Kaya... don’t argue. Just give it to me."

Her patience snapped. "If you’ve gone mad, tell me right now, and I’ll fix it! Why the hell would I give you my clothes?"

After a few more tugs and shoves, Veer finally got her clothes. Kaya huffed, crossing her arms, glaring at him. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

Without a word, Veer pushed her gently back toward the bamboo hut. "Go clean the house," he said casually.

Kaya blinked at him, incredulous. "That... bamboo house?"

Veer just smiled, a little mischievously. "Yeah. Clean it. We’re gonna sleep there. Go."

Kaya shook her head in disbelief, muttering under her breath. She couldn’t wrap her mind around his logic at all.

Veer, holding her clothes on his side, made his way to the pond. As he approached, he noticed about a dozen pandas bathing, completely naked, some even scrubbing their clothes while fully exposed. Thank goodness he had stopped Kaya—otherwise, this idiotic woman would’ve been washing her clothes right there, in plain view. He shook his head, trying not to laugh, and moved to the side to start washing the clothes himself.

Just as he began, one of the panda men called out, teasingly, "Wow, you’re washing clothes, huh? Quite a diligent husband."

Veer looked up, flashing a charming smile. "Of course I am."

The truth? Veer didn’t have the faintest idea how to actually wash clothes. But, of course, he wasn’t about to admit that in front of an audience.

But really, how could he hide his incompetence in front of so many people? The panda tribe stared, wide-eyed, as Veer wrestled with Kaya’s clothes. He had grabbed a wooden log and was vigorously beating the shirt against a rock, water splashing everywhere.

Bam

Bam

Bam

Splash--

Thwak

Some pandas took a cautious step back, while others muttered among themselves, like they were witnessing some strange new ritual.

Half an hour later—yes, it took that long—Veer finally staggered back, dripping wet, hair plastered to his face, and clothes in hand. Kaya, who had just finished wiping the floor, looked at him as if she’d just seen a ghost.

"Are you done?" she asked, her voice tight with disbelief.

Veer raised a hand, water dripping off his fingers like a small waterfall. "I told you—I’d wash it." His grin was impossible to take seriously.

Kaya rushed to her clothes and froze. The shirt had a massive hole in the middle, as if it had been through a war. Her eyes practically shot daggers at him. "You... what the hell did you do?"