Villainess is being pampered by her beast husbands-Chapter 413 --

And Kaya... Kaya didn’t just not believe. The god in this world made her skin crawl.

The first time she went to check the last wedding preparations, Veer practically dragged her down to the tribe’s small shrine, nagging her to "just look once and say it’s fine." The "idol" waiting there was barely a shape: a cylindrical stone carved in two eye‑like hollows, nothing else. Other households had different stones—triangles, odd shapes—but always the same primitive "face."

It looked like someone had just grabbed any rock, poked two eyes in, and called it divine.

The moment Kaya’s gaze landed on it, something inside her snapped.

A hot, ugly rage surged up out of nowhere, so sharp she had to lock her jaw to keep from snarling. Her hand clenched into a fist on instinct. Nails dug into her palm deep enough to break skin, leaving bloody crescents. If not for the herbs still cycling through her system, the wound wouldn’t have sealed that fast.

Everything in her screamed ’do not bow’.

The others around her moved easily—practised little nods, habitual glances. To them it was normal. To her, the sight of that stone made her want to smash it, throw it off the mountain, grind it down to dust.

After that, the decision was easy.

They weren’t going to bow.

When Kaya managed to breathe again and stepped back from the idol, Veer looked at her, read the rage in her eyes, and just said, "If we’re going to marry each other, why do we need to bow to anyone else?"

So they didn’t.

They skipped the bow entirely.

The shock that rolled through the tribe—and beyond, once the story travelled down to the capital—was huge. In a place where people believed a marriage wasn’t truly complete without the beast god’s blessing, two idiots stood there and said, ’we’ll do it without you’.

Some called it blasphemy. Some called it stupidity. Some whispered it was romantic.

.

...

After stepping out of the shrine, Kaya and Veer wandered through the capital. Veer insisted on showing her every corner, every path, every place he had grown up in. Kaya had seen some of it before, but today... today it hit differently.

She paused.

No — she froze.

Right ahead, a group of vulture women sat together chatting, their laughter floating in the air like music. And Kaya stared. Hard.

They had rich brown hair, soft brown eyes, beautiful round pupils. Some had deep, warm skin; others were lighter — but none of that mattered.

Because God, they were stunning.

Kaya’s jaw almost dropped.

She slowly turned toward Veer, expression dead serious.

"Do you... have eye problems?"

Veer blinked, completely thrown off. "What?"

Kaya gestured toward the women with the seriousness of a saint delivering a divine message.

"These women exist... and you still fell for me? Something is definitely wrong with your eyes."

It wasn’t even a joke. Kaya genuinely could not believe what she was seeing.

Every time she looked at beastman females, she felt a dangerous, traitorous urge to turn into a lesbian on the spot.

These women were beautiful without makeup, without effort, without even trying. It was honestly unfair.

Back in her world, sure — beautiful women existed. But that wasn’t the point. She lived on battlefields. She was surrounded by disgusting men who didn’t bathe for days and women who were basically Kaya’s clones — too busy surviving to care about appearances.

But here?

Here the beastwomen looked like they had walked straight out of a goddess’s sketchbook.

Sensuous, glowing, elegant — everything.

Kaya stared again.

She couldn’t believe her eyes.

And more importantly, she couldn’t believe Veer’s eyes.

How did this man grow up surrounded by these beautiful creatures... and fall in love with her?

No, no, no. Something was definitely wrong in his head.

Or his eyesight.

Most likely his eyesight.

She even glanced up at him with suspicion, like she was debating dragging him to the healer again — this time for an eye examination.

Veer, completely unaware of the storm in her head, just stood there, confused and slightly offended.

Veer stepped right into her line of sight.

Big body, broad shoulders—blocking the ledge like a wall. The vulture women’s laughter and loose hair vanished behind him.

Kaya blinked, then frowned up at him. "Move."

"No." Veer pointed at his own chest like he was presenting evidence in court. "Listen. You are going to marry ’me’."

Kaya’s eyebrow lifted, unimpressed. "Congratulations."

Veer didn’t laugh. He didn’t even blink.

He jabbed a thumb over his shoulder toward the women she’d been staring at. "Not them." 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

Something ugly and ridiculous crawled into his head, and the more he tried to crush it, the bigger it got. His eyes flicked past Kaya—caught the women again—then snapped back.

"Wait," he said, voice going tight. He grabbed her shoulders, not hard, but firm enough to keep her from stepping around him. "You’re not thinking about marrying them, are you?"

Kaya paused.

Her gaze slid past him again like he wasn’t even there, straight to the ledge where the women sat, laughing like sunlight.

And then—like a curse—she actually went quiet. Not because she was agreeing. Just... thinking. As if her brain had taken the question seriously for half a second.

Veer felt his heart try to climb out through his throat.

His fingers tightened on her shoulders. "Hey. Hey." He gave her a small shake, panic turning his voice sharp. "You are going to marry me. Not them."

Kaya finally looked back at him, frowning as his grip jostled her. She lifted her hands and pushed his wrists down, more annoyed than anything.

"Are you an idiot?" she asked flatly. "Of course I’m marrying you."

Veer exhaled like he’d been held underwater.

Then he followed her eyes.

Even while saying it, Kaya’s gaze kept drifting—stupidly, helplessly—back toward the women. Not longing. Not romance. Just raw, honest awe, like her brain couldn’t stop admiring something beautiful.

Veer’s jaw clenched.

He wanted to choke Kaya.

No—he wanted to choke the universe.

No—he wanted to choke ’himself’ for having a brain that could get jealous of women.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" he muttered.

Kaya’s mouth twitched. "They’re pretty," she said, like that explained everything.

Veer glared at her. "So am I."

Kaya looked him up and down—slow, rude, completely calm. "Debatable."

Veer’s pride shattered on impact.