Villainess is being pampered by her beast husbands
Chapter 41 --41

Chapter 41: Chapter-41

Kaya’s eyes nearly popped out. "Wha—?!"

He looked back at her with a calm smile. "Don’t worry. It’s not poisonous."

Kaya stared at him. Then at the snake. Then back at him.

She didn’t believe a single word.

The snake was pitch black, and its belly shimmered with a golden sheen. Its tongue flicked in and out, long and sharp like a blade, and those fangs—those gleaming, curved fangs—definitely weren’t decorative.

Nope. No way.

She didn’t know everything about this strange new world, but she did know snakes. And every snake she’d seen that looked like this back home? Deadly. Very much run-the-other-way deadly.

And this place? This world didn’t have hospitals. No antidotes. No emergency numbers to call. Just dirt, leaves, and probably a slow, painful death.

And even if the thing didn’t bite her, she wasn’t so sure about cooking it anymore either.

What if she roasted it and ended up turning into a zombie? Or worse, a goblin with scales and a tail?

She crossed her arms tightly, stepping back as Cutie casually inspected the creature like it was a pet cat.

"Nope," she muttered under her breath. "Not today, Satan. Not today."

Cutie stood up and walked over to Kaya, holding the snake out like he was offering her a bouquet of wildflowers.

"Here," he said simply, extending the wriggling creature toward her.

The snake lifted its head too, its beady eyes locking onto Kaya’s face... and then it tilted slightly, like it was trying to act cute. Like a puppy.

Kaya stared at it. Then at Cutie. Then back at the snake.

For a moment, she genuinely considered reaching out—just to poke it on the head and ask, "Do you seriously believe, with that pitch-black body, those slit pupils, and those venom-dripping fangs, you look like some golden retriever? Like you’re adorable or something?"

But no. She wasn’t going to waste her energy trying to explain logic to a snake—or to Cutie, for that matter.

Instead, she exhaled and turned to Cutie, gaze firm and voice sharper than a blade.

"You. Cut it into pieces. Very fine. Cook it well. And then," she paused for effect, "feed the first bite to the sparrow. If it survives, then we’ll eat it."

Cutie froze in place, snake still in hand.

Behind them, the sparrow—who’d been peacefully drying off in the sun—jerked its head toward her like someone had just smacked it with a wet cloth.

If birds could talk, the look on its face definitely said: This witch. This actual demon of a woman.

Poisonous, you said? Deadly, you said? And yet I’m your taste tester now?!

The sparrow fluffed its feathers indignantly, clearly muttering curses in bird language.

Cutie blinked, still processing. The snake flicked its tongue out, now apparently offended too.

Sure, maybe the snake wasn’t exactly a golden retriever—but did it really deserve to be served as lunch? The snake didn’t think so. The sparrow definitely didn’t.

Meanwhile, Kaya stood there, arms crossed, expression unchanging. She had no interest in negotiating with creatures who might randomly grow fangs, wings, or start talking tomorrow. She wasn’t taking chances.

And as far as she was concerned, a little taste test never hurt anyone.

Well—except the sparrow.

It hopped twice, glared at Cutie, and then turned back to Kaya with narrowed eyes.

The sparrow looked like it was calculating something—debating whether to attack the snake, bite Kaya, or simply fake its own death and fly off into the sunset.

But alas, it was still slightly damp and too fluffy to take off with dignity.

With a final disgruntled chirp, the sparrow dramatically flopped onto its side like it had been mortally wounded by betrayal alone. One eye still half-open, watching, judging.

"Feed me poison, she says. Me. A noble beast. Let’s all pretend I didn’t just save her life a hundred times this week."

Cutie scratched his head awkwardly.

"I think... he’s upset," he mumbled.

Kaya didn’t even blink. "Well, he better be alive enough to chew."

"Chri..chrippp...."

The sparrow let out a sound that was half-wheeze, half-scandalized gasp, flapping its wing over its face like an offended noblewoman.

"Ch... chripp... chripppppppp!!"

The sparrow’s cry echoed through the trees like a heartbroken warrior’s final wail.

(I... I am the pride of my tribe, and now you want to EAT me?!)

It looked at Kaya as if she had just burned its ancestral scrolls and danced on the ashes. Fluffing up dramatically, it staggered a few steps, flapping a single wing weakly like it was fainting from betrayal.

Cutie blinked. "He says he’s the pride of his tribe."

Kaya squinted. "Isn’t that a lie? Weren’t you guys, like... outcasts or something?"

The sparrow instantly froze mid-dramatic-fall, its eye twitching.

Busted.

It slowly sat up like a scam artist caught in a lie, cleared its throat with a quiet chirp, and started grooming a feather like nothing had happened.

Totally ignoring the fact that it just declared itself a tribal legend five seconds ago.

Kaya folded her arms, one brow raised. "Yeah. Thought so."

Cutie tried not to laugh, but the snake in his hand made a sound that might’ve been a hiss... or a snort.

The sparrow puffed up again, trying to regain some dignity, but there was no coming back from that.

(Pride of the tribe, huh? More like shame of the snacks.)

Cutie leaned in slowly, his voice dropping to a soft whisper, "How did you know they were outcasts?"

Kaya didn’t even blink. She looked him straight in the eye and replied flatly, "Just threw an arrow in the dark... and he caught it."

Cutie blinked.

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At last, with a little more pushing from Cutie, Kaya gave up the thought of cooking the snake. She didn’t say anything more, just let out a quiet sigh and walked off, starting to look around for a place to sleep.

She didn’t care anymore if the snake was magical, poisonous, or some spirit creature. She was tired. Her body was sore, her head slightly heavy, and her patience had already been used up long ago.