Villainess is being pampered by her beast husbands-Chapter 90 --

The little lord jabbed a finger at Kaya, his voice taut with irritation. "You—" he began, teeth clenched. As he spoke, his lips curled back just enough to reveal slightly elongated canines—not quite fangs, but not entirely human either. Just sharp enough to make a point.

Kaya stared at him, unfazed. Her expression didn’t flicker, not even a blink.

Then, with an exaggerated huff, she spun around, grabbed Vayu by the arm, and yanked him forward. Her hand went to his jaw, tugging it down as she snapped, "Show him your teeth."

Without missing a beat, Vayu opened his mouth, flashing his own set of pronounced canines—far sharper, more defined than the little lord’s. They gleamed in the dim light.

The little lord’s bravado evaporated in an instant. He froze, eyes wide with confusion and disbelief.

"Huh?"

Kaya didn’t wait. She shoved Vayu lightly aside and stepped closer to the little lord, her voice cold and razor-edged.

"Listen, mister fish," she said, folding her arms. "If you’ve got real guts, then go fight those sharks instead of barking orders at us like some washed-up sea prince. And by the way—" her voice dipped as she coughed lightly, covering her mouth, "we aren’t your slaves."

She straightened and looked him dead in the eyes.

"So act like a normal hum—" she stopped mid-word, then corrected herself with a glare, "I mean, fish. A normal fish. And behave."

The little lord stiffened. Her words hit harder than a slap across the gills. He instinctively stepped back—just one shuffle at first, then another. And another.

Because believe it or not, he had heard the rumors.

Land females?

Brutes.

Beasts in pretty skins.

One of his friends once swore a land girl knocked out her suitor just because he sneezed too close. Said the poor soul drifted unconscious for hours, face purple, pride shattered. The little lord didn’t want to be the next fish tale told in whispers around coral reefs.

So he backed off, slowly, eyes flicking between Kaya and Vayu like he wasn’t sure which one might pounce first.

But his ego—it itched. It burned.

He couldn’t leave like this.

As he put more water between them, he jabbed a shaky finger in her direction, face flushed with humiliation. "J-just wait till tomorrow! You’ll be shark food by sundown!"

And with that, he spun and swam off with all the dramatic energy of someone who definitely practiced his exit lines in a mirror.

Kaya blinked once, expression blank.

Then she turned—and caught sight of the three fish left behind. Not merfolk. Just fish. Possibly staff. Possibly distant relatives of the little lord. Definitely spineless.

They floated awkwardly, trembling in place like seaweed in a current, eyes wide, mouths agape, barely blinking.

She looked at them. Then at herself. Then back at them. freewёbnoνel.com

"...Leave," she said, voice low and clipped, her gaze flat. "Before I really roast a fish right here in the water."

They vanished.

No, really—one second they were there, and the next, they were gone. A flurry of bubbles and panicked fins zipping off into the distance like their lives depended on it.

And maybe they did.

Of course, in their mad dash, they forgot the food tray.

Kaya’s eyes dropped to the offering, and her entire body recoiled.

"Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me."

The tray was a war crime. A crime against flavor. Against dignity.

There were limp, dripping strands of seaweed—except it didn’t even look like edible seaweed. No, this looked like it had been peeled off the underside of a rotting coral reef. Next to it sat a cluster of sea cucumbers, raw and pale and wrinkled like sun-starved slugs. One of them moved.

And the so-called meat?

Kaya squinted.

That was not fish.

It was snail. Uncooked. Gelatinous. Grey.

The texture alone made her gag. Just looking at it made her want to hurl the tray into the deepest trench in the ocean.

Kaya pushed the so-called "food" aside with the back of her hand, trying not to gag as the slimy snail meat slid off the plate and plopped onto the ground. Disgusting. She leaned back, settling herself on the damp cave floor with a long sigh, eyes flicking between Vayu and Cutie.

She purposely ignored the sparrow sulking near the edge.

Honestly, what was he even doing here? He didn’t speak, didn’t help, and honestly, Kaya wasn’t sure how he’d even kept up this far.

Dead weight with feathers. Whatever.

Now seated, Kaya exhaled again, this time more thoughtful. Vayu and Cutie exchanged glances, their expressions tight, curious. Something had been nagging at them—subtle, but strange.

From the moment they’d entered the ocean, something felt... off.

They could breathe.

They could speak underwater.

That alone should’ve been impossible. But here they were, lungs fine, voices intact, like they belonged to the sea. And Kaya—Kaya hadn’t even questioned it.

But they had noticed something else. Something Kaya, for once, hadn’t.

Even though she was the first to wake, there was a mark on her neck. Just faint enough to miss unless you were looking. Three parallel slashes—almost like claw marks—but precise, symmetrical. Not from an attack.

No... more like...

Gills.

It looked disturbingly similar to the gill slits on a fish.

And then there was the swimming.

Vayu finally broke the silence, narrowing his eyes thoughtfully. "You said you’re from the Chimpanzee Tribe, right?"

Kaya lifted her gaze, brows furrowed. "Yeah. So?"

He leaned forward slightly. "Do chimpanzees usually swim like that?"

Her mouth opened to retort—but stopped midway.

A pause.

Actually... did they?

She thought back. She thought she’d heard once that monkeys could swim. Some of them, at least. Right?

She frowned, lips pursing murmuring like whisper, "Well... humans can swim. So monkeys can probably swim too."

But even as she think that, the logic didn’t sit right.

Sure, swimming wasn’t impossible. But that level of swimming?

Effortless, fast, controlled.

She had swum side by side with the little lord—a literal merfolk—and kept up without even gasping for breath. No cramps, no fatigue, not even a burn in her muscles. And they’d been swimming for a long time.

Too long.

And the strangest part?

She wasn’t tired. At all.

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