K1ERA

There are times—far too many times—when you feel that uncontrollable urge to kill someone.

For Kaya, this… this was exactly that moment.

“Repeat what you just said?”

She’d seen hell on the battlefield—second-in-command of a military unit, dodging bullets, dragging traitors by the collar, and coming out alive with grit under her nails.

But nothing, absolutely nothing, prepared her for the sight of her spineless husband flirting with her own sister. Right in front of her.

“I could never marry a barbarian like you. The one I... I like is Meera—”

Blah blah. The same pitiful nonsense again.

You think—what could possibly be worse than this?

And then, right on cue, your idiotic sister chimes in, completely serious, “I just poisoned you.”

Wow.

BANG.

Before anyone could even react, Meera collapsed.

Dead.

Her so-called husband gasped like a fish dragged out of water.

“Y-you…”
He dropped to his knees, staring at Kaya like he was seeing a monster rise from the dark.

“You killed your sister?! How could y—?”

BANG.

Second bullet.
Same spot.

He dropped like a puppet with its strings cut.

Silence.

...

Just when Kaya thought her story had finally reached its bitter end, the universe—no, god himself—decided to throw in one last, ridiculous twist.

“Wife… wife, didn’t you say you were gonna eat me? Why’d you stop?”
A snake beast, ridiculously charming and glowing like some immortal fantasy, clung to her, eyes gleaming.

Another voice interrupted.

“Shut up! My wife wants to cuddle me now—”
A sparrow beastman leapt into her arms, like that made any sense.

“Hic… wife, don’t you want me anymore?”
A panda-like beastman sat beside her, huge, sniffly, and wronged like a child abandoned at a festival.

Sitting in the middle of all this, Kaya was absolutely dumbfounded.

‘When the hell did all of this even start?’

Villainess is being pampered by her beast husbands

Kaya let out a soft sigh and quietly accepted the bowl Cutie handed her— the so-called stew.

Cutie watched her carefully, and when she took it without complaint, he sighed in relief and smiled a little. He turned away and went over to hand the next bowl to Vayu, already more at ease.

Kaya looked down at the bowl, steam rising lazily from the surface. She braced herself, brought it to her lips, and took a sip.

Her mouth went still, lips tightening into a small, almost invisible line. Her jaw moved slightly, as if unsure whether to chew or just give up.

It was so sour. And the grassy aftertaste hit her like wet weeds soaked in vinegar.

She swallowed carefully, blinking once. Then again.

Her face didn't change much—but deep down, she questioned all her life choices in that moment.

What on earth did they put in this?

Still, she kept quiet. She took another small sip, slowly, calmly, like this was all perfectly normal.

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