Villainess is being pampered by her beast husbands-Chapter 393 --

Kaya pushed herself up, joints stiff, and rolled her shoulders once. The bandage Cutie had tied sat snug around her palm, a little too clean for everything else on her.

Veer was still a dark heap of feathers at the edge of the ledge, looking like someone had dropped a whole vulture rug and forgotten to pick it up.

"We need him up," she said quietly.

Cutie followed her gaze, then nodded. His hair was a mess, scar on his scalp just a thin line now, but his eyes were clear and soft as always. He got to his feet more slowly than she had, but with less wince in it.

Kaya walked over first.

Kaya bent down, knees pulling tight in protest, and reached out toward Veer’s shoulder. Up close he really looked dead—huge vulture body folded awkward, beak tucked down, wings half open like he’d just fallen there and never bothered to fix himself. His feathers stirred a little with every breath, that was all.

She lifted her bandaged hand, ready to shake him awake.

"Veer," she started, voice low so it wouldn’t bite. "Wake—"

"Um, you are already tired," a gentle voice cut in right beside her ear, "so let me."

Kaya almost jerked. She hadn’t even heard him walk up.

Cutie was suddenly there on her right, like he’d grown out of the rock. Soft eyes, soft mouth, the same harmless little smile he always wore when he was pretending he wasn’t dangerous at all. He looked... sweet. Polite. Like he’d come to offer Veer a blanket, not wake him.

Kaya blinked at him. "You should be resting," she said. "You just got your head split open."

"I slept enough," he answered, tone warm, careful. "Your body hurts more than mine now. Let me do this much."

She opened her mouth to push back—say she didn’t need help, that he should sit his cute, half‑dead self back down—but then she met his eyes properly. There was that strange mix there again: worry on the surface, something sharper running under it. A little shine of annoyance when he looked at Veer taking up the whole ledge with his wings.

Kaya sighed through her nose.

"...Fine," she muttered, straightening. "Don’t break him. We still need his wings."

"I won’t," Cutie said softly.

She stepped back a few paces, turning away to check the small weight in her pocket. Her hand slid over the sparrow bundle, thumb pressing lightly to feel the faint, tiny breathing. Still alive. Good.

Behind her, Cutie moved closer to Veer.

If Kaya had glanced back right then, she would have seen the change: the way his shoulders rolled a bit looser, the tiny tilt at the corner of his mouth; how his eyes lost some of that worried shine and picked up something bright and almost playful instead. His soft voice and sweet smile didn’t match the sharper glint in his gaze, the classic mismatch between gentle tone and sly intent that shows up in people’s body language when they’re hiding their true feeling.[1]

He stopped right in front of Veer’s chest.

"Veer," he said, still in that warm, careful tone. "Good morning. You worked very hard. Thank you for carrying us."

Veer didn’t move. Not even a feather twitched.

"And," Cutie added, voice just as gentle, "if you continue to sleep, we’ll all die here. That would be a little embarrassing for you, right?"

On the last word, Kaya’s hand left her pocket for a second so she could adjust her shirt. Her back turned fully.

The softness dropped from Cutie’s face like someone had wiped it off.

In one smooth motion, he lifted his leg and drove his heel straight into Veer’s stomach. It wasn’t a full‑force beastman blow—he kept enough control not to cave ribs in—but it was hard enough that any normal human would have folded on the spot and spat blood.

His foot sank into feather, then solid muscle.

For half a heartbeat there was nothing.

Then the world jumped.

SLAM.

Kaya’s head snapped up at the sound—heavy body hitting rock, claws scraping, a wing smacking stone. Her fingers tightened around the sparrow bundle.

She whipped around.

The spot where Veer had been lying was empty. Instead, there was a long smear of disturbed feathers and drag marks leading to the edge of the shelf, and Veer himself was half‑rolled onto the lower part of the ledge, legs tangled, wings flared in pure shock.

"Ugh—!" he groaned, voice raw. "Who the hell—"

He cut off when his head snapped up and his eyes found them.

His gaze went straight past Kaya, locked onto Cutie standing there perfectly straight on the rock above him, hands now folded politely in front of him like he hadn’t just tried to kick a vulture’s soul out through his beak. Only the tiny spark burning in Cutie’s eyes gave him away—satisfaction, sharp and thin, like he’d been wanting to do that for a while.

Veer’s own eyes burned with fire. Real heat flickered there for a second, ember‑bright, like his gift wanted out just from pure anger.

"Keh—" Veer spat, struggling up. "Which bastard—"

Cutie leaned over a little, that same soft smile back on his face, honey poured back over the steel.

"Ah. Sorry," he said gently. "Did that hurt? You were sleeping so deeply, I was afraid you might never wake up. I only meant to... help."

Kaya stared between them, mouth slightly open.

"...Cutie," she said slowly. "What did you do?"

Cutie turned his head toward her, expression all innocence.

"I-i..did not..", his voice tremble. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

Veer’s feathers were still puffed up seeing this, eyes blazing, when he finally managed to get both claws under himself.

"You kicked me," he accused, stabbing a wingtip in Cutie’s direction. "Don’t even try to deny it."

Cutie blinked, that soft, polite expression sliding back over his face like a curtain.

"I didn’t do anything," he said calmly. "I was about to touch you and you suddenly rolled down."