Villainess is being pampered by her beast husbands-Chapter 301 --

Hearing that, Kaya looked at him with sharp disdain. "Oh, so you mean I left months ago, and now you’ve come to find me? And you just happened to know exactly where I’d be, huh? Do you really think it’s reasonable that you were near Monkey tribe when I was sick? Veer also brought me here suddenly even i don’t know but you do . Does this make sense to you?"

Kaya didn’t bother beating around the bush.

Cutie opened his mouth to speak, but Veer interrupted again. "No. I was the one who sent him the message that we were coming here, and he didn’t know we’d be here. You were sick, and the Monkey Drive healer was the only one who could help you. That’s why I brought you here." 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

Kaya fixed him with a steady gaze. After a pause, she asked, "Oh... so you mean the healer who just told me that the one who healed me was Cutie?"

There was a moment of silence. Cutie looked down, as if his words were stuck, like his thread of courage had frayed. Finally, veer muttered, "Yeah... but you know, we thought Cutie is one of the good healers—a nice healer. He has healing power, and I thought he knew your condition. There was a high chance he could heal you... that’s why I brought him here."

He spoke in one breath, a rush of justification.

Kaya’s lips curved into a small, teasing smile. "Calm down. Why are you speaking so fast, like you’re scared or something? I was just asking—not accusing."

Her expression softened completely, and both Cutie and Veer reacted. Cutie slightly lowered his head, embarrassed. Veer still smiled cheerfully, but his eyes avoided hers.

Kaya studied them carefully. Now she was certain: Veer knows something. Cutie knows something. And she doesn’t.

Not only that— she had just made a bet in the dark. She hadn’t even spoken to the healer directly. She was testing, throwing an arrow in the dark—and it hit. The one who healed her had indeed been Cutie.

But that didn’t make sense. How could a normal healer—even Cutie, who could hardly be called one—have healed her? He had been abandoned by his own tribe, his skills limited to minor scratches and simple treatments.

Yet her condition now told her the truth: she had been near death. And somehow, this "normal" beastman had healed her.

Even the last time, the healer had warned her that the poison in her body was extremely dangerous.

And now... the impossible had happened.

Kaya’s lips curved into a soft, warm smile. "So... you’re traveling alone?"

Cutie nodded. "Yeah. I wanted to travel with this sparrow, but he suddenly went missing, and the others didn’t come along. So... here I am."

Kaya’s brow creased slightly. "Hmm... if I’m not mistaken, wasn’t there also a snake? The black snake? He didn’t come with you?"

Cutie hesitated, then replied quietly, "He went back to his tribe... he had some work to do there."

Kaya nodded thoughtfully. "I see..." She raised her hand in a gentle, unassuming gesture. "Handshake?"

Cutie glanced at her hand, then back at her, before slowly lifting his own to meet hers.

The moment their hands touched, Kaya’s eyes narrowed just slightly, her mind already analyzing. His palms were rough, marked with the small calluses of a hardworking man, the nails trimmed neatly. Yet... there was something off. His hands were astonishingly clean. Not a trace of dust. Not a single mark of dirt trapped under his nails.

Her mind replayed the image of him in rabbit form, scuttling on all fours, his palms brushing the earth with every step. Impossible. Even the most meticulous human, even Kaya herself, often had faint traces of dust beneath her nails, despite constant care. Yet here were hands that looked untouched by the world, immaculate in a way that shouldn’t exist.

She didn’t judge. She simply observed—and the more she did, the more a silent question grew in her chest. How could a beastman, whose life kept his hands in the dirt, possibly have hands this clean? Every detail of this contact whispered a secret, something beyond what she had imagined.

Suddenly, Veer, who had been watching closely, abruptly broke the handshake. His eyes darted to Cutie, a low growl rumbling in his throat. "Stay away from her."

Then he turned to Kaya, his expression shifting into a sadly pouty tone. "Sweetheart... you just woke up, and you haven’t even asked about my condition. Look," he said, pointing dramatically toward his chest. "You kicked so hard my heart feels like it’s going to flip!"

Kaya raised an eyebrow, her gaze sharp and full of disdain. "But... didn’t you just block it with your hand?"

Hearing that, Veer didn’t miss a beat. He threw himself to the ground with a loud, exaggerated cry. "Ouch! Ouch! Ouch—my hand!" he shouted, clutching both hands. "Both of my hands are broken!"

Kaya stared at him, her expression cool, tinged with disbelief. "You... just hit Cutie with the same hand you’re grabbing right now."

Veer froze, then looked around dramatically before standing up, his anger exaggerated but unmistakable. "You... you just don’t care about me, do you?"

"Of course," Kaya replied, her tone flat, without missing a beat.

Veer clutched his chest, feigning a hurt heart. "Sweetheart... you don’t need to be so direct!"

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After twenty minutes, Kaya, Veer, and Cutie were all sitting on the ground. A bright red handprint marked Veer’s cheek—a souvenir from their earlier scuffle.

Veer looked at both of them, his expression suddenly serious. "So... what’s the next plan?"

Kaya shot him an irritated glance. "I can’t fly or anything, so of course we’re going by foot."

Veer’s eyes widened. "What?"

Cutie raised a hand. "I support it... I can’t fly either."

Veer scowled at him. "Then... just die." He then turned back to Kaya, a sly grin forming. "Sweetheart, I could always carry you, like always."

Kaya tilted her head and pointed at Cutie. "And are you going to carry him too?"