Villainess is being pampered by her beast husbands-Chapter 304 --

Veer threw back his head and laughed softly, golden eyes gleaming with amusement, while Cutie quickly ducked, cheeks faintly pink, and tiptoed toward the door like a nervous shadow.

Kaya huffed, muttering under her breath, What the hell is going on here?

After that, both of them slipped out of the room one by one. The door clicked shut softly behind them. Kaya stared at it for a long heartbeat, her face blank. Silence pressed in; she closed her eyes, straining to catch any hint of movement nearby. Nothing. They were gone.

She rose slowly, her body heavy, and turned her gaze to the flower pot in the corner. Inside, a small, dried-up plant sat in the soil—something she’d brought in from outside. Her hands trembled slightly as she crouched beside it.

Without a word, she slid two fingers into her throat. The first choke brought up a sour rush of bile. Then came the bluegh... bluegh... bluegh. She bent over the pot and vomited, her coughs tearing through the silence. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

"Cough... cough..." Her body convulsed, expelling the medicine and everything else she’d eaten. Tears welled up and spilled down her cheeks, her eyes burning red. Yet she pushed her fingers deeper, forcing herself again. Another wave—bluegh...

She stayed there, trembling, until nothing but heaves and coughs remained. Slowly, shakily, she reached for the soil she had set aside earlier and sprinkled it over the mess, burying it like a secret she didn’t want the world to see.

"Huff... huff..." Her breath came harsh and uneven as she sat down on the cold floor, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. When she finally lifted her head, her eyes were no longer warm or confused—they had turned completely cold.

Kaya slowly drew in a few deep breaths, her chest rising and falling as the air steadied her thoughts. She knew she needed to travel with Veer and Cutie if she wanted to survive. Yes — in this world, without knowledge of its lands, or without the protection of a beastman, she wouldn’t last long. She had already tried once... and failed.

If she couldn’t even reach Veer’s mother’s house alive on her own, then how could she face the wilderness filled with other beastmen?

But that didn’t mean she trusted them. Not for a second.

Drinking that medicine, playing along — it was all part of the act. A way to make them lower their guard. But from now on... nothing was entering her body unless she knew exactly what it was. Nothing.

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Outside, far from the small house, Veer suddenly staggered. A wet cough escaped his throat — cough, cough — followed by a splatter of blood on the ground. He dropped to his knees, his breathing shallow and uneven.

Cutie stood before him, arms crossed, eyes cold — utterly different from the gentle warmth he had shown Kaya earlier. His tone was detached, almost icy.

"Who told you to drink that poison?"

Veer lifted his head slowly, red eyes flickering under the dim light. A strained smile curved his lips. "Don’t you think Kaya would’ve swallowed that medicine without suspicion?"

Cutie tilted his head slightly, his voice low, unimpressed. "So you knew it was poison... and still drank it? Quite a plan you’ve got there."

Veer let out a harsh breath, his tone dripping with mockery. "At most, it’ll weaken me. But for her..." He smirked faintly, eyes glinting. "It would’ve clouded her memory — just a little. Tell me, Cutie... aren’t you even more ruthless than me?"

Cutie’s gaze darkened. He leaned closer, his voice cold enough to chill the night air. "And yet," he said softly, "you’re still helping me do it."

Veer’s hands curled into fists. He shoved himself upright, amber eyes hard as flint, and stalked toward Cutie. "Support you? Help you?" he snarled.

Before Cutie could answer, Veer’s hand shot out and closed around his throat. He yanked him clean off his feet, lifting him an inch or two into the air. "Listen, you damn rabbit," he hissed, voice low and lethal. "You told me this once — never say it again. Remember this: everything I do is for Kaya. If anything happens to her because of you, if she’s harmed in the slightest... I will kill you with my own hands. I’ll show you what vulture fury looks like."

Cutie’s face stayed eerily calm. With a single, controlled motion he slapped Veer’s grip away and dropped to the ground. He rose, dusting his sleeve, eyes colder than before. "Don’t worry," he said softly, dangerously steady. "For me, she matters more than you could ever imagine."

Then, without breaking stride, Cutie threw a small packet—leaves wrapped tight like a little bundle—at Veer. Veer snatched it out of the air. Cutie’s voice went flat and final. "Eat it. It’ll make you feel better. And don’t you dare tell her about this. Or you’ll see what happens." He paused, letting his meaning hang in the air, then turned and walked away.

Veer stood there, packet clenched in his fist.

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Time seemed to pass unnaturally fast. Maybe it was because she had little to do. Some days dragged with boring monotony, but others — like this one — carried a quiet, almost magnetic fascination. Kaya sat alone on a rough stone, watching the tribe move around her.

Stories about the monkey tribes had always sounded wild, terrifying. Monkeys were tight-knit, they said. Fall from a tree, and the troop would abandon you. Misstep, stray too far, and punishment could be brutal — even fatal. Runaways were never welcomed back.

Now, seeing it firsthand, the stories hit with bone-deep clarity. Not a single member of the tribe spoke to her. Some muttered under their breath, the words sharp and low. The air between them bristled with tension, anger barely restrained — the same fury a host might feel toward an uninvited intruder. She hadn’t expected it, yet here it was: real, palpable, and aimed squarely at her.

Her gaze shifted to the monkey children. They swung nimbly from branch to branch, snatching fruit with wild, precise movements.