Villainess is being pampered by her beast husbands-Chapter 284 --.

And Kaya had seen wings—Veer’s wings. She remembered the one time she had touched them and had shuddered. They weren’t just limbs that moved; they were sensitive, almost sacred, for a bird.

The very thought of someone ripping them off, of cutting a living being apart piece by piece... it made her stomach turn. It was beyond any torture she had ever imagined.

And then her mind went to Veer—the idiot who swore on the Beast God from time to time. Just imagining it... what if someone found out he had lied? What would happen to him? The very thought made Kaya tremble slightly, a shiver of fear running down her spine.

Kaya looked at the old woman and asked carefully, "Grandma... if someone is really in a desperate situation... and, you know, if they lie and swear on the Beast God to save someone they love... would they still be punished so horribly?"

The old woman regarded Kaya with a serene, unwavering expression. "Child," she said gently, "no matter the reason, no matter the situation... if you dare to swear on the Beast God and then lie, you are finished. It doesn’t matter if your cause is noble, if you are in trouble, or if you did it for someone you love. You simply cannot break that oath."

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Kaya left the old panda’s place quietly. She didn’t have the heart to listen to any more of it. Now she stood by the pond, staring at the serene, reflective water, her mind a whirlwind of thoughts.

She had always thought this world was harsh, but still... it had its moments of beauty. Yet standing here, she felt the raw truth: this was a jungle-rule world, where the strong preyed on the weak. She had never imagined they could even kill their own kind.

Her eyes fell on her hand, and she clenched it, a bitter laugh escaping her lips. "What right do I even have to judge?" she murmured to herself. Humans killed humans without reason—it was the same thing, just different faces.

When dinner time came, Veer cooked as usual. Kaya peeled the bamboo shoots, her eyes sharp and dagger-like as they fixed on him. Veer, as if sensing it, kept his head low and looked around nervously, avoiding her gaze entirely.

When the food was served, the pandas dug in with such relish that Kaya couldn’t help but smile. It was almost too cute—the way they chattered and nibbled at their meal. She had the urge to reach out, to touch their fluffy ears and tails. But Veer’s warning echoed in her mind: never touch a beastman’s ears, tails, or wings. It’s disrespectful, even considered assault.

So Kaya held herself back, keeping her hands to her sides. She watched, amused and curious, even as her mind still churned with the dark thoughts from earlier.

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Instead of staying just two or three days, Kaya insisted that they stay a full week. She was determined to learn the craftsmanship from the panda tradesmen, and honestly, she was making impressive progress. She had always thought of herself as a quick learner, but even she hadn’t expected to pick up the skills this fast.

By now, she could weave a basket and even make a small mat. But her hands were paying the price. Though the magical herbs in her body healed the wounds quickly, the marks remained—her hands looked as if someone had slashed them with knives, the skin raw and battered from all the work.

There was, however, one big problem she couldn’t ignore. The pandas had a trick: they used their teeth to peel the bamboo just so, adjusting the thickness to their whim. Kaya, for all her effort, simply couldn’t do it that way. She needed a sharp knife—or something strong enough to cut and shape the bamboo. Pulling it by hand? Impossible.

So even though she was learning all the techniques, Kaya knew the hard truth: without the right tools, she couldn’t truly replicate their craft. Her hands might be bleeding and blistered, but her determination didn’t waver—she just had to find a way to bridge the gap between human strength and panda technique.

As a way to repay their help, Kaya realized that the pandas didn’t really have weapons. They fought with their hands, teeth, and whatever they could grab. So she decided to teach them how to make the wooden gun she had crafted earlier.

She did run into one problem: making bullets. Using her knife all the time dulled its edge, and eventually, she couldn’t make more. The pandas, however, didn’t have this limitation—they could chew and shape the bamboo with their hands and teeth. Kaya showed them the method, and the pandas were genuinely impressed. With all the bamboo and dirt at their disposal, they had more than enough resources to work with.

Once the weapons were ready, Kaya even taught them some basic shooting. She had to admit: beastmen were impressive, and these pandas were no exception. Most of the time, they appeared lazy—sleeping or eating—but when it came to work, especially with Kaya teaching, they could move and craft with astonishing speed and precision.

Kaya didn’t do it out of obligation or pity. She did it because, thanks to them, she had learned a lot about this world—its people, its ways, and its resources. Repaying the favor felt natural. And anyway, she couldn’t use the guns herself. She was already carrying her own gun and bullets, so even if the pandas had made these wooden weapons for her, there was no way she could carry them.

Instead of letting the tools go to waste, she taught the pandas—creatures who would rather sleep or eat than fight unnecessarily. Kaya knew from her time with the tribe that these pandas wouldn’t use the weapons on their own initiative. They would only fight if it was truly necessary.

The pandas were genuinely happy and, in return, gave Kaya a collection of trinkets and small gifts.