Villainess is being pampered by her beast husbands
Chapter 119 --119

Chapter 119: Chapter-119

To most, it might not mean much. Just another stone.

But Kaya knew better.

She’d seen something like it before.

On Master’s palm.

That last day—when he met her before disappearing—she had asked about the strange colored stones he carried. They shimmered with power, like frozen pieces of light.

He’d explained then, in his patient, tired voice:

"When a beast reaches a certain foundation of strength—not just brute force, but internal power—they can summon a crystal. The stone is part of them. White is the start of that strength. Above it comes yellow. Then green. Blue. And finally... purple. The rarest. The strongest."

She had never forgotten those words.

And now, looking at the glowing white stone in this fox’s hand...

She couldn’t believe what others said anymore.

"They’re weak. Only good-looking. Decorative."

Wasn’t that the rumor?

But this stone—it said something else.

It said he had capability.

Real capability.

Because if the White Foxes were truly so weak... then how did this young man summon such a stone at all?

Her gaze returned to his face.

And she knew—if he was letting her see this stone, then it meant something. It meant he was taking a gamble on her. It meant he trusted her. Completely.

But truthfully, she also understood they didn’t really have another choice.

Winter was closing in. The cold would come fast and hard, and if they didn’t act now, survival would become a question rather than a plan.

So, when he nodded in agreement, she didn’t question it. She simply raised her hand slowly, unsure if he would respond.

He looked at her—eyes flickering with confusion, maybe hesitation—but then he mirrored the gesture, lifting his hand halfway to meet hers.

They clasped hands. A firm, quiet handshake.

"Fine," Kaya said, her voice steady, yet something soft lingered beneath it. "The deal is done."

Once the tension eased, Kaya turned to the matter that had been weighing on her mind.

"I want to talk about the house," she said. "It needs to be stable... solid. Something we can actually live in, not just hide from the cold."

He listened without interrupting, then nodded thoughtfully.

"We can build it with stone and soil," he replied. "That kind will hold strong, even against the wind and snow."

Kaya gave a small nod. She didn’t know how to build a house. But they did.

And right now, that was enough for her to trust them back.

They agreed to meet at a certain place to discuss how to build the house. One problem—just one—was finally off the list.

Well, half of it, at least.

Why only half?

Because while they did know how to build houses, that didn’t change the fact that foxes—especially this group—were physically weaker. Kara had already confirmed this with Rean.

Yes, that was his name—Rean.

He told her that they had many people willing to help with the construction. But the issue was weight. His people couldn’t carry too much at once, which would naturally slow the entire process.

Rean also mentioned that other tribes could assist—stronger ones.

But Kaya shook her head at the thought. She wasn’t about to gamble with her survival by involving outsiders she couldn’t trust. She had already decided: she would only work with the white fox tribe.

Not even the full tribe—just a small faction. A fraction, actually. One that had been cast aside and forgotten by the rest.

And yes, most of them were older, but that came with experience. And experience, she reminded herself, was something strength alone couldn’t replace.

Because if she had chosen a tribe that was stronger, or dared to involve the entire fox tribe, there was a 99% chance they would betray her the moment an opportunity presented itself.

Take everything she had built—just like that.

So, she simply nodded and said, "I’ll take the long way around."

Rean didn’t argue. Why would he? He was already glad they’d even gotten this chance. No way he’d risk setting himself on fire by suggesting another tribe now.

Kaya walked deeper into the shop, her expression frozen. Her steps were slow, cautious, like her body hadn’t fully caught up with what her eyes were witnessing.

There—huddled together—were ten, maybe twelve beastmen.

Some trembled silently.

Others clung to each other, arms wrapped tightly as if their bodies were the only warmth left in a world that had long turned cold.

Hatred gleamed in a few of their eyes—fierce and desperate, like a fire trapped behind glass.

Towering near them was a bull-like beastman, thick-skinned and broad-shouldered, with two massive horns curling from his head. He looked like a creature born from stone and rage.

And then—

Crack!

The sound of a whip tore through the air.

The bull-man lashed it again, eyes wild.

"You damn goods! Just look at your filthy expressions! You’re scaring off the customers!" he bellowed, spittle flying from his mouth.

Then, without pause, his voice changed—smooth, almost performative.

"One crystal stone for three!" he barked. "Two crystal stones for seven! Take your pick!"

As if he was selling cloth.

As if they weren’t living, breathing beings.

As if they were things.

Kaya didn’t flinch. Not outwardly. But inside, something churned violently.

Because she had seen this before.

This wasn’t some twisted barbaric ritual of a primitive world. No, even in the modern, polished, educated world she came from—even in the heart of so-called democracies—she had seen the same ugliness.

Human trafficking. Slave trades behind closed doors. People bought and sold like property.

Dignity reduced to digits.

Hope, crushed beneath signatures and sealed deals.

She had worked in places where money spoke louder than justice. And she had watched people disappear into those shadows.

So, no—this wasn’t foreign to her.

But that didn’t mean it didn’t make her blood boil.

Suddenly, one of the beastmen trembled violently, a pained groan escaping his throat.

The sound was low, but it echoed like thunder in the silence of that strange, twisted shop.

"Yuck disgusting".

"Useless"