Villainess is being pampered by her beast husbands-Chapter 283 --

As Kaya lifted her head to yell at him, Veer suddenly turned to the side and shouted, "Yes, yes, coming, coming!"

Kaya followed his gaze... and saw nothing. Zero. Nada. She turned to ask, "Who—"

And then—Veer was gone. Completely. Vanished into thin air.

"What the hell... this damn vulture!" she muttered, glaring at the empty space. She had been tricked—again.

Slowly, she lifted her shirt—her favorite pink one, mind you—and her heart sank. Mud. Everywhere. And that wasn’t even the worst part. She turned slightly... and saw the back. It looked like someone had poured acid over it. She clutched her chest, wincing.

Hoping the damage wasn’t universal, she lifted her pants. Well, front and back were fine. But the legs... oh, the legs. Like her shirt, but even worse—like someone had beaten them with a sledgehammer. Both fronts gone. Completely.

Kaya stared, mouth half-open. "How... how can someone destroy clothes like this?"

Then it hit her. Veer. The guy who always acted like he did everything himself. The guy who never let her touch his laundry back at his tribe. Looking at this mess, she realized: this man has probably never washed a piece of clothing in his life.

Two possibilities:

One—he did this on purpose. Revenge. A twisted little prank just for her.

Two—he’s been lying the entire time, pretending to be this perfect, self-sufficient prince while someone else did all the dirty work. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

Kaya glared at the ruined clothes on the ground. She threw them down like a bomb, her voice sharp and full of mock rage: "You damn bird... I swear, I will kill you!"

Swearing was pretty much all Kaya could do—because, technically, she hadn’t even brought the clothes. They weren’t hers, they hadn’t cost her a single coin, and they certainly weren’t part of her report. Veer had given them to her, and he had destroyed them. So, really, what else could she say?

She still had five more shirts, so she wasn’t completely doomed, but that day, Veer made it his personal mission to avoid her like... well, like he had just eaten something gross and didn’t want to share it. Every time Kaya spotted him and opened her mouth to scold him, he bolted. Seeing her angry glare must have been enough to send him flying.

After all the chaos with Veer, Kaya finally met some Panda females. And what could she say? These pandas were total foodies. Unlike the capybara tribes, where she couldn’t even get a word in, these pandas were easy to charm—just bring them the softest, nicest bamboo, and suddenly they were chatting away with her. Of course, they offered Kaya some too, but she wasn’t about to chew it. Her teeth weren’t going to survive that. So she just held the bamboo in her hands and listened.

Through their conversation, Kaya learned there were many other tribes nearby. The herbivorous ones were friendly, welcoming even—but the carnivorous tribes? Now those were the problem. They attacked without warning. Veer could only stay here because he had sworn on the Beast God that he wouldn’t harm anyone.

That made Kaya ask the question that had been nagging at her for a long time: what happens if someone swears on the Beast God and then breaks that promise?

The Panda females looked genuinely shocked at first, but when they saw the sincerity in Kaya’s expression, they answered. "Swearing on the Beast God wasn’t just serious—it was an ultimate ultimatum. If someone dared break that oath, death would come with their words."

Kaya raised an eyebrow. "Does the Beast God... punish them himself?"

The pandas shook their heads. "No, it wasn’t like the Beast God showed up personally to fight oath-breakers. It was the tribes themselves. Any tribe that discovered someone had broken their word would deal with them, and the punishment was horrific—chopped alive, or even worse. The cruelty was so extreme that no one would dare imagine it lightly."

One of the older female pandas, looking to be in her sixties or seventies, fixed Kaya with a steady gaze. "Child," she said, "it seems your mother never told you the stories about the backlash of breaking an oath."

Kaya hesitated for a moment, then shook her head. "I’m an orphan... no one really told me much."

Seeing the flicker of hesitation in Kaya’s eyes, the old woman’s expression softened. She reached out and patted Kaya’s head gently. "Child, breaking the oath... we cannot even imagine the consequences. Let me tell you how it works."

"There were some who dared break their oath after taking it," she began. "Some from the Bird Tribe, some from other tribes. Once, a Bird Tribe member swore on the Beast God’s name that he would not harm a Fox Tribe child. Everyone believed him. But after a series of incidents kept happening, eventually, he was caught."

The old woman’s eyes darkened. "When it became clear that his oath was a lie, the punishment was... unimaginable. They poured til-chatta insects on him. And that’s not all—they ripped his wings off... alive."

Kaya’s eyes widened. "Without any medicine?" she asked, incredulous.

The old panda nodded solemnly. "Not only that. You might not know what til-chatta are, but... they are the most excruciating insects. When they bite, it feels like millions of ants are chewing you all at once. And while that agony rages, they tore his wings from his body and... then chopped his organs one by one."

A shiver ran down Kaya’s spine. The words painted a picture so horrifying she could barely breathe. Breaking an oath on the Beast God’s name was no joke—it was a literal death sentence of unimaginable torment.

Kaya had tortured countless terrorists and criminals to get what she wanted. Yet, even in the brutality of soldiers or enemy combatants, there was at least a shred of humanity. But chopping someone’s limbs and organs alive? That... was something else entirely. It was the most disgusting, inhuman thing she could imagine.