Villainess is being pampered by her beast husbands-Chapter 303 --.

The sparrow... She suddenly sat up, pressing a hand to her forehead as a flash of anger sparked in her eyes. That damn bird—where had it flown off to now?

On other side somewhere a few kilometers away from Monkey tribe.

"Huff. Huff. Huff. "

The sparrow struggled through the air, wings wobbling as fatigue clawed at him. His face was pale, eyes locked ahead. Damn it... where did that bastard go, leaving me behind?

Just two or three days ago, he could barely remember the exhaustion from so much flying. And now this. That vulture had swooped in, snatched Kaya, and vanished at a speed no sparrow could hope to match. Of course they’d do this, he muttered bitterly, claws tightening mid-air. Flying that fast, forgetting he was just a tiny little sparrow—how could he ever keep up?

By the time his wings threatened to tear, he had no choice but to land on a tree, chest heaving as he tried to steady his breathing. Kaya’s worried face from that day replayed in his mind, and the frustration of finding her gnawed at him even more.

He had asked every bird nearby, but most had only pointed vaguely toward the monkey tribe—and half had stolen his food while he searched. Unbelievable...

As he sat, taking a few deep, shaky breaths, a sudden chill ran down his spine. Slowly, he turned his head toward the source—and froze. There, perched on a branch behind him, a pigeon glared at him with sharp, unforgiving eyes.

The sparrow’s heart skipped a beat. He gulped, then bolted into the air, wings flapping frantically. But the pigeons didn’t let him go. They swooped after him, a blur of feathers and menace.

"Chirp! Chirp! Chirp! Why the hell are you following me now?!" he squawked, dodging and weaving in panic.

The pigeons circled, answering back in their harsh tones: "cooooooo ?cooooou!"

"You dare enter our territory? Pay us our tax!"

The sparrow’s stomach sank. He had barely any food left—hardly enough to fill himself—and now these bastards wanted to snatch it too? Panic surged through him as he pushed his wings harder, flying faster than he thought possible. What would I do if they take it all?

Here, on this side, the sparrow was barely clinging to life. On the other, in the Monkey Tribe, Kaya stared down at the bowl in front of her. A bowl of... something. Substance, she finally decided, because even she couldn’t figure out what to call it. Poison? Herbs? Something else entirely?

It was dark. Really dark. A deep, almost impenetrable green, like someone had thrown a thousand things into a blender and refused to tell her what they were. Algae, maybe, or some twisted mix of jungle leaves mashed into oblivion. Thick, heavy, and pungent, it smelled as though it had a grudge against her senses.

Kaya stared, unsure whether to pick it up or run screaming.

Cutie and Veer stood in front of her, arms crossed, their smiles unnervingly in sync.

"Drink it," they said together, voices blending into one command.

Kaya’s throat went dry. She gulped, glancing up at them, and forced a weak laugh. "Um... I’m feeling quite tired..." she murmured, letting her head drop as if she might fall asleep right there.

But before she could even lie back down, both Veer and Cutie’s hands clamped onto her shoulders.

"I said, drink it!" Veer’s voice was firm, and then he added softly, "Sweetheart." Cutie nodded gravely beside him.

Kaya stared at the dark, viscous substance as Veer brought the bowl closer to her lips. Her eyes went wide and she shook her head furiously.

"Damn it! Put it away from me! What the hell is this? Poison? Sewer water?"

Cutie flinched and snatched the bowl back slightly. "This... this is medicine. You need to take it. If not, you won’t feel better."

Kaya’s eyes narrowed. She pointed at the bowl. "This? If I take it, I’ll definitely not be fine! Anyway, I’m feeling much better already, so I don’t think I need to take medicine—or whatever that is."

Veer’s smile faded into something more serious. "But I think you really do need this. Just take it. If not, you’ll get sick again."

Kaya glared at him. "Don’t I already have my magical healing medicine? I’m fine. I don’t need this," she said, pointing at the dark green bowl. "I remember last time the mermaid said I could heal just by having it. I don’t need any outside medicine. So just take it away."

Veer looked at her calmly, arms still crossed. Cutie mirrored his expression, equally composed. Veer exhaled loudly, a sound that carried both frustration and amusement.

"Dammit... and here I thought I wasn’t going to have to do this," he muttered.

Kaya’s eyes narrowed. "Do what?" she asked, a mix of confusion and caution in her voice.

Before she could react further, Veer did something shocking—he drank the entire bowl of the medicine in one swift motion.

Kaya gasped, opening her mouth in disgust, but before she could protest, Veer pulled her close and kissed her, pressing the bowl to her lips and forcing the medicine into her mouth.

Kaya froze, shock and disgust twisting inside her. The bitter medicine slid down her throat, slimy and revolting, like she’d swallowed a live jellyfish. She tried to push Veer away, but his grip only tightened, hands clasping her waist as he deepened the kiss.

Her body stiffened, and she coughed violently, gagging against the taste and the sudden closeness. "Cough... cough... cough!" she gasped, wanting desperately to scrape that vile bitterness from her mouth. Yuck! Yuck! Every inch of her throat felt coated in that slick, disgusting layer.

Cutie, standing nearby, blinked, and a faint blush colored his face. He looked away quickly, clearly caught off guard.

Kaya finally pulled back, glaring at Veer with wide, furious eyes. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

As Veer finally released her, he licked his lips and gave her a shy, almost mischievous smile. "Sweetheart," he said, "no matter what you say, you really taste too sweet. I feel like... if this keeps up, I might get diabetes."

Kaya blinked, her mind stalling. What... what... what? She couldn’t even form words. How did this idiot know so many modern-world things? Was it some kind of language he’d picked up?

She looked at him, incredulous, and asked, "What... is diabetes? Do you even know what it is?"

Her hand rested on her waist, as if bracing herself for the absurdity of his answer.

Hearing her, Veer looked at Kaya and smiled. "Sweetheart," he said, his tone casual but proud, "I do live in this world, you know. And no matter how much of a playboy—or useless person—you think I am, I’m still... the young... Prince of Vultures."

Kaya’s frown deepened. "Forget all that nonsense. I’m asking you—how do you even know about diabetes?"

Veer’s smile didn’t falter. "You see... my grandfather—my father’s father—had this disease. A healer told us about it. In this disease, their blood... their body... can’t digest sugar properly. They have to exercise regularly, can’t control some of their bodily functions... and so on, and so on."

Kaya blinked at him, half impressed, half exasperated. Of all the things to know... why this?

Hearing that, Kaya’s memory clicked—she wasn’t the first. Maybe there were other doctors who had transmigrated here, too. That made sense. And anyway, she had heard before that the Vulture Tribe—and especially the one Veer belonged to—was one of the most powerful. Strong enough to hold its own, yet still able to align with others when needed.

Cutie softly spoke, "Umm..."

Kaya turned toward him. He was still lowering his head, fidgeting slightly, before he carefully pulled out a small packet wrapped in leaves.

"What is it?" Kaya asked, curious.

Cutie’s head dipped lower, his cheeks faintly pink. "You... you might have been feeling bitter in your mouth, right?" He slowly unwrapped the tiny bundle, revealing its contents.

Kaya leaned closer. Inside was a small dried fruit—perhaps apple, though she couldn’t be sure. It smelled sweet, a sharp contrast to the awful medicine she had just swallowed.

She picked it up and bit into it. The texture was slightly chewy, and the taste was pleasantly sweet. Relief washed over her. Finally... something good after that horrid medicine.

Veer watched Kaya nibble the dried fruit, his golden eyes narrowing in mock indignation. "Hey! I drank it too," he complained, his tone tinged with dramatic grievance. "It’s so bitter. My mouth... it’s bitter too!" He pointed at his lips like a small child demanding sympathy.

Kaya’s lips twitched into a sly, teasing smile. "Oh really? Then how about you drink some poison next time? That’ll make your mouth feel extra better," she shot back, her voice dripping with mock menace.

Veer blinked, then tilted his head, a mischievous sparkle lighting his eyes. In a deliberately flirty tone, he drawled, "speak if you want... I could."

Kaya’s patience snapped like a frayed rope. "Shut up! Out! All of you!" she barked, throwing her hands toward the doorway. "I just... want... to sleep!"