Villainess is being pampered by her beast husbands-Chapter 305 --

Some devoured their prize greedily; others tossed half-eaten morsels aside. Their bodies were human, but their minds... wild, instinctive, untamed.

A twig snapped nearby. Kaya froze, heart jolting. One of the children paused mid-swing, eyes narrowing at her, lips pressed tight. Every muscle in her body tensed. Fascination gave way to unease. She knew, without a doubt, that curiosity here came with consequences — one wrong move, and the tribe would make her regret it.

Strange, terrifying, fascinating — all at once.

Kaya spent most of her days like this, perched at a distance, watching the monkey tribe move through their routines. Compared to other tribes, they seemed... disciplined. Not in a human sense of work, but their actions carried purpose. A woman sat nearby, sewing hides with meticulous care. Kaya blinked, fascinated. How often did one see a monkey so patient, so focused on a single task?

She stayed back, cautious. The tribeswomen’s long, sharp nails could slice skin like knives. One scratch here could mean infection, illness, even death. Their eyes flicked toward her now and then, sharp and unforgiving, brimming with suspicion—or was it outright disgust? Kaya retreated, chest tight, her curiosity tempered by fear.

Days blurred. One passed into two, then three. Kaya felt herself growing stronger. Cutie came daily, bringing medicine she drank obediently, then purged. The routine was unpleasant, but effective. Her small collection of potted plants had grown to seven, each a token of stability in her confined room.

Yet tension lingered like a shadow. A twig snapped outside. She froze, heart thudding. One of the children had paused mid-leap, head cocked, eyes sharp on her. The tribe’s gaze wasn’t idle. It weighed her down, warning her that curiosity here came with consequences.

By the third day, even Cutie and Veer had grown impatient with the tribe.

That day, Cutie and Veer came to Kaya’s room to discuss leaving the monkey tribe. Veer’s steps thudded across the floor, amber eyes flicking toward her.

"I think we should leave," he said, voice clipped. "This tribe— has no sense of hospitality."

Kaya tilted her head, shrugging casually from the edge of the bed. "You barged into their tribe and expected a warm welcome? Really, Veer... that was your plan?" She let out a small laugh, more teasing than harsh. "News flash: it’s their mercy that they let us stay. If you’d done the same at my place... well, you’d probably still be on the floor, wondering what hit you."

Veer raised a hand, trying to look innocent. "Hold on. I didn’t show up empty-handed. I gave them plenty."

Kaya arched an eyebrow. "Oh? And what, pray tell, did you ’give’ them?"

Veer grinned, listing off his contributions like he was bragging to a crowd. "Fifty kilos of bananas, fifty kilos of apples, twenty kilos of oranges... herbs, dried fruits, preserves... enough to keep half the tribe fed for months, maybe a year."

Hearing that, Kaya froze, eyes wide. "What?" she whispered, then sprang from her bed. Her feet hit the floor with a soft thud as she whirled toward him. "So... you mean you gave all of this just to stay here? Like... paid for it?"

Veer’s lips curved into a casual, almost smug smile. "Of course. Do you really think they’d let us live here for free?"

Kaya’s mind scrambled. She had expected the tribe to demand something, yet not such a massive amount of resources. Her heart thumped as she tried to picture it: bananas, apples, oranges, herbs... enough to feed an entire tribe for months. No wonder the dark circles under his eyes were so pronounced. This wasn’t just arrogance or laziness — he’d been working tirelessly, managing supplies, negotiating deals, all while she rested here in relative safety.

Her gaze sharpened, brows furrowing. "And the other tribes? When we live there... do you do the same?"

Veer’s smile deepened, patient but teasing, as if he enjoyed her flustered curiosity. "Of course. Some get salt, some get work... whatever keeps them satisfied."

Kaya tilted her head, eyes narrowing. "Wait... but you stay with me all day. So when do you do all this?"

Veer’s lips twitched into a slight, knowing smile.

Her eyes went wide. "You mean... at night? You fly all night?"

He shrugged as if it were the most mundane thing in the world. "Well... what can I do?"

Kaya’s mind blanked for a heartbeat, then three, as if her brain couldn’t process it. He flew the entire night, spent the whole day with her, then flew again at night. Her stomach twisted, a mix of awe, disbelief, and a strange pang of worry. How much could one being move? How much could one being endure? And still... that smug little smile.

Suddenly, Kaya froze as a sharp flapping of wings echoed through the room. Veer and Cutie both paused too, ears and eyes alert at the familiar sound.

Veer let out a soft sigh, hushed a word of warning, then with a faint smile, strode toward the door and swung it open with a practiced flick.

A brown blur — a tiny, fur-covered whirlwind — shot straight inside, barreling toward Kaya. Cutie stepped forward instinctively, positioning himself between her and the intruder.

Without thinking, Kaya lifted her leg and delivered a swift, precise kick. SLAM! The brown furry body collided with the wall, the impact sending a small chunk of plaster crumbling onto the floor — a new hole forming right beside the one recently patched with dried grass.

"CH...IRP.."

A sharp, familiar chirp cut through the air. Kaya froze mid-breath, eyes wide, and slowly realized exactly what she had just struck.

Her leg still hovered in mid-air as she stared at the small creature. Damn it. Slowly, she lowered her foot and leaned closer.

The sparrow was a pitiful sight. Its wings were ruffled, sticking out at odd angles as if someone had poked them with a toothpick. It tried to stand, but wobbled uncontrollably, hopping awkwardly on its tiny legs in a shaky, unsteady dance.

Kaya couldn’t help but blink, caught between frustration and disbelief at the ridiculous, pathetic little creature before her.