Villainess is being pampered by her beast husbands-Chapter 415 --

Kaya’s gaze slid to the corner where the sparrow’s so‑called cousin lay curled up in his bird form, feathers ruffled, breathing slow.

She looked back at the sparrow. "Is he awake?" Her tone was flat. "Is he fine?"

The sparrow crossed his wings and nodded. "Yeah. He’s fine. Still got injuries, but he’s better."

Kaya’s eyes returned to the bird again, tracking the rise and fall of his tiny chest. Then she asked, still calm, "Then why hasn’t he transformed yet? Why isn’t he in your normal two‑legged form?"

The sparrow sighed like he’d been waiting for this.

"He can," he said, sounding annoyed. "He’s just injured. And..." His beak twisted. "...this bastard looks ugly like that."

Kaya paused.

She didn’t say anything. She just looked at him—an empty, slow stare with no expression at all. The kind of stare that made the air feel colder.

The sparrow swallowed, bit his lip, and mumbled something under his breath like he regretted existing.

Then he turned, hopped closer to his cousin, and—without warning—raised one foot.

Kaya’s eyebrow twitched.

The sparrow kicked his cousin.

Not hard enough to kill him. Hard enough to insult the soul.

"Transform," the sparrow hissed. "You’re embarrassing the entire bloodline."

Kaya blinked, half impressed, half horrified. This idiot was getting more and more out of hand. Raising his leg like that, actually kicking an injured bird like he was swatting dust off a shelf.

But the kick worked.

The cousin’s body jerked. Feathers shivered. Then the change rolled through him like a wave: bone stretching, wings shrinking, shape tightening and turning until the bird was gone and a boy was sitting there instead—lean and small, shoulders slumped, feet tucked close.

No matter how many times Kaya had seen beastmen shift, it still hit her like a slap of *unreal*. A small sparrow turning into a human‑looking teenager wasn’t something her brain could ever fully accept as "normal."

But the second the cousin finished transforming, Kaya understood why the sparrow had avoided it.

Damn.

The boy was... too beautiful.

Not "cute." Not "pretty." Beautiful in a way that looked unfair, like someone had carved him carefully and then decided to show off. Dark brown hair falling messily around his face. Warm brown skin. Straight nose. Soft pink lips that made him look like he’d never spoken an ugly word in his life. Brown eyes that were too big for his thin face, shining with pain and confusion.

And his height—still small, still sparrow‑small—made the whole thing worse. Like a model from one of those huge mall banners, except shrunk down and dropped into a cave with animal hide wrapped around him like clothes. The hide looked strange on him; the other sparrow wore normal cloth like he’d stolen it off a line. This one looked like he’d been dressed by someone who didn’t know what humans wore, only what kept skin warm.

He sat there like he didn’t know where to put his hands, shoulders curled inward, posture guarded.

Not aggressive. Not proud.

Pitiful.

The kind of pitiful that made people hesitate before hurting him.

Kaya stared for a long moment.

Then her eyes flicked to the sparrow.

"...So this," she said slowly, voice still flat, "is why you called him ugly."

The sparrow made a face. "Ugly in bird form," he corrected quickly, defensive. "In this form he’s—" He stopped himself, like praising his cousin tasted bad. "He’s annoying."

The cousin’s eyes lifted to Kaya for half a second, then dropped again. His fingers tightened around the hide at his chest, like he expected someone to rip it off him.

Kaya’s gaze stayed on him, assessing.

Veer muttered from somewhere behind, half to himself, "Great. Another problem with a pretty face."

Cutie didn’t say anything, but his eyes narrowed slightly—watching the cousin the same way he watched knives: quietly, carefully. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

Kaya exhaled once through her nose.

"Sit up," she told the cousin.

Not unkind. Not gentle either. Just an order.

The boy flinched, then obeyed, straightening a little even though it clearly hurt.

Kaya leaned forward on the table, elbows on her knees, looking him dead in the face.

"Now," she said, "tell the truth. "Who are you?".

Cousin hadn’t spoken since he transformed.

He sat on the chair like he wanted to disappear into the animal hide, shoulders curled in, fingers gripping the fabric at his chest. He kept his eyes down, breathing shallow, pretending the cave wasn’t full of people.

But it was.

And now every pair of eyes in it was on him.

Veer’s stare burned hot, like he was ready to lunge. Cutie’s gaze was quieter but colder, the kind that weighed you up and decided how fast you could be put down. Sparrow looked like he wanted to peck Liam’s face off. And Kaya—

Kaya’s eyes didn’t look angry.

They looked like a blade laid flat on a table.

Cousin’s throat bobbed. He trembled. Then, finally, his soft lips parted.

"My name is Liam," he said.

Kaya paused.

For a second it looked like her brain stopped moving, like it had hit a wall and needed to climb over it.

Sparrow snapped, louder, impatient. "His name is Liam."

Kaya’s eyes slid to Sparrow.

"Your name is Sparrow, right?" she asked slowly.

Sparrow nodded once.

Kaya blinked. Then repeated it, like she still couldn’t accept it. "So your name is... Sparrow. Sparrow."

Sparrow’s eyes dripped with *are you a fool?* but he didn’t say it out loud. He just nodded again, sharp, offended.

Kaya leaned back slightly, gaze drifting around the room.

Cutie. Veer. Sparrow.

And now Liam.

Her head throbbed with the stupidest kind of confusion. In her world, names at least matched cultures—Michael sounded like Michael, Tyler sounded like Tyler, Chinese names sounded Chinese. People didn’t just name a sparrow "Sparrow" and then have another sparrow named "Liam" like they were living in different continents in the same cave.

For a moment, it actually gave her a weird heartache. Like the world was messy in a way she couldn’t ever fully organize.

Then she shut it down.

Kaya inhaled slowly, controlling her face. Controlling her tone.