Villainess is being pampered by her beast husbands

Chapter 469 --469

"I know what I’m about to say is really hurtful," he said quickly, words tumbling out in a rush, "but please forgive me. Your gun—I tried to open it one time."The world stopped.

Kaya’s hand went to her forehead. She pressed her palm against her face and just... stood there.

Breathing.

Trying not to scream.

’Damn it.’

DAMN IT.

Now she knew. Now she ’finally’ knew why her gun had been acting weird. Why the safety mechanism had felt off. Why certain parts hadn’t aligned properly.

Someone had touched her gun. Someone had ’tampered’ with it.

And she had literally beaten the sparrow scout up for it. Had accused him of going through her belongings. Had threatened him within an inch of his life.

And it had been this bastard the entire time.

’This. Bastard.’

She slowly lowered her hand from her face and looked at both of them.

Veer, who had apparently been ’poisoning’ her.

Cutie, who had apparently been ’breaking’ her equipment.

Both of them now wearing identical expressions of guilty terror, like children who’d just confessed to breaking an expensive vase.

Kaya took a deep breath.

Then another.

Her hands clenched into fists at her sides.

"You," she said, her voice dangerously quiet, pointing at Veer. "You have been feeding me ’bacon’. Knowing full well that I’m—" She cut herself off, too angry to even finish the sentence. "And ’you’—" She turned to Cutie, her finger jabbing in his direction. "You ’touched’ my gun. My ’weapon’. The thing that could mean the difference between life and death. And you just thought, what, you’d ’play’ with it?"

"I wasn’t playing!" Cutie protested weakly. "I was curious! I wanted to see how it worked!"

"’Curious’," Kaya repeated, her voice flat and deadly. "’Curious.’ You could have gotten me killed. You could have gotten ’all of us’ killed. Do you understand that? If that gun had misfired because you broke something—"

"I fixed it!" Cutie insisted. "I put it back together!"

"’Obviously not correctly!’"

"I didn’t know—"

"That’s exactly the ’problem’!"

Veer, meanwhile, had the audacity to look slightly defensive. "The bacon wasn’t ’poison’. It was just... flavor."

Kaya turned on him, her eyes blazing. "I have been ’vomiting’ because of you. My stomach has been in knots. I thought I was getting sick. I thought I’d picked up some disease from this godforsaken world. And it was just you being a ’bastard’!"

"How was I supposed to know you couldn’t handle bacon?" Veer shot back. "Everyone eats bacon!"

"Not everyone is designed to digest it the same way, you absolute ’moron’! Different bodies process different foods differently! This is basic—" She cut herself off again, too furious to continue.

For a long moment, the three of them just stood there in the dim cave passage, tension crackling in the air like static electricity.

Kaya’s chest was heaving. Her fists were clenched so tight her nails were digging into her palms. Every muscle in her body was coiled, ready to lunge.

Veer and Cutie both looked like they were preparing to run.

Then Kaya laughed.

It wasn’t a happy laugh. It wasn’t even a sane laugh. It was the laugh of someone who had reached the absolute limit of what they could handle and had simply... broken.

"We’re lost," she said, still laughing that slightly unhinged laugh. "We’re completely lost in a cave. We’re being hunted by God knows who. I’ve been ’poisoned’ by one of you and had my equipment ’sabotaged’ by the other. And we’re probably all going to die down here in the dark."

She looked at them both, her expression somewhere between murderous and hysterical.

"You know what? Fine. ’Fine.’ If we’re going to die down here, at least I’ll die knowing exactly whose fault it is."

"Kaya—" Veer started.

"Shut up," she snapped. "Both of you. Just... shut up. Don’t talk. Don’t confess anything else. Don’t breathe loudly. Just walk. In silence. Until we find a way out of this nightmare."

She turned and started walking again, her boots striking the stone floor with sharp, angry sounds.

Behind her, Veer and Cutie exchanged glances.

Then, wisely, they followed in complete silence.

Because Kaya had finally reached her limit.

And neither of them wanted to be the one who pushed her over the edge

They walked.

And walked.

And walked.

In complete, oppressive silence—at least, the kind of silence that Kaya had demanded. Neither Veer nor Cutie spoke. They didn’t even whisper to each other. They just followed behind her like chastised children, their footsteps echoing off the cave walls.

But it wasn’t truly silent.

Because Kaya could hear ’everything’.

The way Veer’s breathing was slightly labored, his injured shoulder clearly bothering him more than he wanted to admit. The soft scuff of Cutie’s feet against stone, the occasional rustle of his clothing. The drip of water somewhere in the distance. The faint whistle of air moving through unseen passages.

And her own thoughts, which were getting louder and more chaotic by the minute.

She was furious. Still furious. The anger sat hot and heavy in her chest, making it hard to breathe properly.

Bacon. ’Bacon’. Who the hell just added bacon to someone’s food without asking? What kind of idiotic—

And the gun. Her ’gun’. The one thing she had from her world, the one piece of equipment she actually understood, and Cutie had just... ’played’ with it. Like it was a toy. Like it was—

Kaya gritted her teeth and forced herself to focus on walking.

Left turn. Right turn. Another passage that looked exactly like the last twelve passages they’d walked through.

How big was this damned cave?

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## The Breaking Point (Again)

After what felt like another hour—though it was impossible to tell time down here—Kaya stopped walking.

She just... stopped.

Stood there in the middle of the passage, staring at the stone wall ahead of her.

Behind her, Veer and Cutie also stopped, careful to maintain distance.

"Kaya?" Cutie ventured after a moment, his voice very small.

She didn’t answer.

"Sweetheart?" Veer tried, more cautiously.

Still nothing.

Then, very quietly, Kaya said, "We’ve been here before."

Both beastmen tensed.

"What?" Cutie asked.

"This wall." Kaya pointed at the stone in front of her. "I recognize that crack. The one that looks like a lightning bolt. We passed this exact spot about an hour ago."

There was a beat of silence.

"Are you sure?" Veer asked carefully.

Kaya turned to look at him, her expression completely flat. "Am I sure? Am I ’sure’? Yes, Veer. I’m sure. Because I specifically remember thinking that crack looked like the scar on my commanding officer’s face, and I specifically remember having that thought ’one hour ago’."

She turned to face them fully, and both beastmen instinctively took a step back.

"We," Kaya said slowly, enunciating each word with careful precision, "have been walking in circles. For ’hours’. In a ’cave’. While being chased by people who want to kill us. After I’ve been ’poisoned’ and had my equipment ’sabotaged’. By the two people who are supposed to be ’helping’ me."

"Kaya—" Cutie started.

"No," she interrupted, holding up one hand. "No. I don’t want to hear it. I don’t want excuses. I don’t want explanations. I want—"

She stopped abruptly, closing her eyes and taking several deep breaths.