Villainess is being pampered by her beast husbands
Chapter 51: Chaoter-51 . Taller than cutie.

Chapter 51: Chaoter-51 . Taller than cutie.

Tall. Strange. Beautiful, even.

His hair was jet black and longer than Kaya’s, smooth and shiny in the sunlight. His skin was pale—not sick or weak—just clean, almost like paper. His eyes were dark and deep, and he had a small fang showing, but it looked more like a sharp canine than a snake’s tooth.

He was fully dressed too—not wild or bare like some beast. He wore a proper outfit. A robe. A kimono, maybe?

Kaya blinked hard, confused.

"Kimono?"

Kaya’s voice dropped into a deadpan whisper, her eyes blinking slowly like her brain needed a moment to reboot.

She stood frozen, trying to make sense of what she was seeing.

First, those so-called rabbit tribe people—who clearly didn’t believe in shirts, or cloth in general. Half of them looked like they wrestled with a curtain and lost. And now this?

This snake—or man, or whatever he was now—was standing there wrapped in layers of fine cloth like a walking festival. A full-length robe, sleeves longer than her patience, and fabric that shimmered faintly in the sunlight like he was born under a spotlight.

So well-dressed. So polished. So... intentional.

"...So, there’s no fabric shortage," Kaya muttered, stunned. "It’s just selective nudity."

She turned her head slowly, almost dramatically, toward Cutie.

Bare chest.

Bare arms.

Bare everything, except for the bit of cloth hanging like an afterthought.

And then back to the snake-man, who looked like he had robbed an entire textile market and still had leftovers.

Looking at the two of them standing together, Kaya couldn’t help but squint.

One—bare-chested, wild-haired, barely enough cloth to qualify as dressed—looked like he belonged to the Targen family, the kind that probably lived in caves, roared instead of talked, and wrestled animals for breakfast.

The other—draped in layers of silky fabric, hair flowing like river ink, posture calm and polished—looked like he had just walked out of some ancient, high-born Japanese family portrait.

Seriously. What was this lineup?

The absurdity of the contrast hit her all at once.

"This feels like a joke," she muttered under her breath.

Then the so-called snake-man cleared his throat—softly, politely, as if he hadn’t just terrified her moments ago.

"Ahem."

That was enough to snap her out of her daze. Her eyes sharpened. The blank expression fell into place like armor.

She took one step forward, raised her chin slightly, and stared at him like she was reading his soul.

"If your transformation is done," she said, voice quiet but laced with steel,

"would you mind explaining before I lose what’s left of my patience?"

Hearing her words did make the man look at her.

But this time... his eyes were different. Blank. Still. Like the embers of a fire that had long since died but left behind a quiet kind of heat—dangerous and cold.

"I..."

He paused, his voice low and strangely detached.

"My name is Vayu."

And then—nothing.

He didn’t blink. Didn’t move. Just stared at Kaya like he was studying her face, as if trying to memorize something he’d forgotten long ago. A quiet, still moment passed.

Kaya waited. One beat. Two. Her brows furrowed.

That was it?

She blinked and tilted her head slightly, voice cutting through the silence like a blade.

"That all?"

Her tone wasn’t surprised. Just... tired. As if she was constantly meeting people who gave her less than she deserved and thought silence was some kind of mystery.

On the outside, the snake—no, Vayu—looked calm. Cold, even. Like nothing in the world could bother him.

But inside?

He was trembling.

His chest felt tight, like fear had wrapped itself around his ribs and refused to let go.

Damn it... is this woman really going to kill me?

His eyes stayed steady on Kaya, but in his head, chaos was spiraling.

How the hell does she know I can transform?

Why would she even guess that? I was careful—wasn’t I? No one should’ve known, no one!

He wanted to step back. He wanted to run. Hide. But his feet wouldn’t move, and his pride wouldn’t let him look weak. So, he just stood there, quiet and still, like a statue carved out of fear.

I need to go home, he thought.

But then the bitter truth crept in.

I don’t even have a home.

And somehow, that hit harder than the knife she nearly swung at him.

At that moment, the man—no, the snake—realized something terrifying.

If this woman, this wind-like force, decided to kill him...

No one would even find his body.

But outside, he stayed calm. Cold.

He lowered his head a little and said softly, "Thank you for saving me. If it wasn’t for you, I might’ve ended up as food for the vultures."

He even gave a small bow.

But as he did, his body gave him away—his eyelids were shaking, and sweat rolled down his forehead.

Yes, she saved him...

But not to protect him.

She only did it because she wanted to cook him.

When he looked up again, his face was back to being calm and emotionless.

Kaya stared at him, confused.

Something didn’t add up.

He looked dangerous. Really dangerous. But for some reason, she didn’t feel afraid. Not even a little.

Instead... he felt familiar. Like something she’d seen before.

Like an old souvenir she used to keep.

It didn’t make sense.

Her mind told her he was a threat.

But her body didn’t believe it.

And deep down, she felt something strange—

I could punch this guy, she thought. And he wouldn’t even dodge.

She wasn’t sure why she felt that way.

And the funniest part?

This guy was taller than Cutie.

Not just a little. A lot.

Exactly two heads taller, in fact.

Kaya hadn’t noticed at first—she’d been standing a step behind when he bowed. But now that she really looked...

"Seriously?" she muttered under her breath, eyes narrowing.

Back in her world, in her team, she was the tallest. Strongest too. She used to poke the tops of her subordinates’ heads like it was nothing. Most of them barely reached her eye level. She was used to looking down—literally—on everyone.

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