Villainess is being pampered by her beast husbands-Chapter 313 --

But before he could move closer, Kaya acted faster. She swung her leg in a perfectly aimed kick, hitting him square in the stomach.

Veer doubled over, clutching his stomach, a low groan escaping his lips.

Kaya took a step back, wrinkling her nose in disgust. "Take that dirty hand away from me."

Kaya’s eyes landed on the meat in Veer’s hand. The moment they met, he quickly looked away and started eating like he hadn’t had a bite in days. With every chew, his face relaxed, a small look of satisfaction spreading across his features.

A tiny smile tugged at Kaya’s lips—so small most people wouldn’t notice. But Cutie, who had been watching her the whole time, saw it right away.

If anyone else had offered her that meat, she would’ve refused. She didn’t eat meat left overnight, no matter how well it was stored. But she had saved it for him. After all, vultures like Veer could probably eat anything, even something that had gone a bit off.

Now, watching him tear through it like some wild animal, Kaya felt a flicker of amusement—and even a little admiration. It wasn’t every day you saw someone so good-looking eating meat like it was completely normal.

She crossed her arms and tilted her head. So that’s why knives exist, she thought, dryly. To stop people like him from looking this good while breaking all the rules.

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The next morning, Kaya was packed and ready to leave. Excitement fluttered in her chest—there were more tribes to see, more things to learn. Even the monkey tribe, where she hadn’t spoken much, had impressed her. Their hands moved with amazing skill, sewing and stitching with almost magical precision. And their currency? Food, yes, but also rare magic stones Veer collected from high-level beasts. With the right stones, the monkeys would make anything you wanted.

Veer had even told her that her clothes weren’t made by his own tribe but by these little artisans. Kaya felt a small spark of hope—every tribe had given her something special, something valuable to remember. Except, of course, the rabbit tribe. She still couldn’t forget how frustrating they had been.

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Perched on Veer’s huge back in his vulture form, Kaya’s eyes fell to Cutie below. How is he going to carry him? Her stomach twisted.

Then, without warning, Veer swooped down. His sharp claws shot out and snatched Cutie into the air. Kaya’s heart jumped. She knew Veer didn’t like the little creature—but he was holding him so carefully, almost like he was fragile. Every nerve in her body screamed: Don’t let him get hurt.

Kaya’s eyes widened as she watched Cutie dangle, claws too close for comfort. Her pulse raced; she could almost feel how sharp even a small slip could be.

And yet, despite her worry, a small, teasing thought popped into her head: Well... a little scar might not even look bad.

Sparrow was sitting on Kaya’s arm, eyes closed, fast asleep. He had healed almost completely—maybe 99%—but he still wasn’t ready to take risks with this vulture. Veer could fly fast, much faster than him, so why bother? If you could get a free ride, you took it. That’s why, since early morning, Sparrow had been clinging to Kaya like a child refusing to let go.

Veer’s wings moved smoothly through the air. He wasn’t flying too fast or too slow—just the perfect pace. Kaya had told him to fly normally, knowing that even though he could go much faster, she wouldn’t be able to handle it. There were no reins, nothing to hold onto but his feathers, and if she lost balance even once, she’d fall. That thought alone was enough to make her cautious.

Still, the flight felt calm, almost peaceful. Maybe because Veer was flying so gently. Kaya barely felt any shaking at all. For the first time, she dared to look down.

What she saw made her breath catch. The land below looked like a painting—patches of green forest mixing with stretches of dry desert. The air seemed to change every few miles, as if the world couldn’t decide what season it wanted to be. Some places were full of life and color, while others looked lonely and silent, their sands glowing gold under the sunlight. It felt unreal, like flying over two different worlds at once.

They traveled for most of the day. Veer would land every few hours to rest, just as Kaya had asked. She didn’t want him to exhaust himself, and she needed the breaks too. After long hours of sitting and holding on, her legs always swelled a little. But each time they took off again, the sight below would remind her why the journey was worth it.

This time when they landed, there was no forest nearby—no caves either. They were right in the middle of the desert. There was nowhere to hide, nowhere that looked safe enough to stay.

If they wanted to reach a forest or a cave, they’d have to fly back at least ten kilometers. Kaya wasn’t going to agree to that. Why waste so much time going backward? And even then, she had already looked around earlier—there were trees, sure, but no real shelter.

She crouched down and ran her fingers through the sand. It was warm and fine, slipping through her hands like water. "It’s real sand," she murmured softly, as if she still couldn’t believe it.

The sky above stretched wide and clear, endless blue with the faint shimmer of heat. Around them were only a few dry bushes, some half-alive green patches, and the occasional cactus standing stubbornly in the sun. The whole place looked harsh but strangely calm.

Still, Kaya couldn’t shake off the unease growing inside her. The real problem was staying here for the night. Back in her world, she would have just built a small campfire, set up a tent, and rested under the stars. But here... things weren’t that simple.