Villainess is being pampered by her beast husbands
Chapter 123 --123.

Chapter 123: Chapter-123.

Where his arms swung too wide.

Where his center of gravity shifted too far forward.

Where his legs locked before a charge.

Where his weight made him too slow to pivot.

Kaya saw it all.

The places where he’d fall apart—not if, when—she stepped in.

So when she did finally move, it wasn’t out of impulse.

It was execution.

But the thing was—

Even if Kaya had memorized all the bull’s weaknesses, exploiting them wasn’t as easy as it looked.

She was agile, sharp, and tactical—but still human.

And somewhere deep inside her, irritation brewed—not at them, but at herself.

Why did I jump into this?

Why do I always jump into this?

She barely had a second to think when it happened.

Movement in the corner of her eye—

Another one.

One of the bull’s teammates, previously just a looming presence at the edge of the crowd, suddenly broke rank and rushed at her.

Normally, laying a hand on a female here was a taboo—unspoken but powerful. Anyone who did so would be marked a lowlife, someone shunned from trade, alliances, and even basic community resources.

In this world, if you were branded a lowlife, you were as good as invisible.

But now?

Kaya had thrown the first punch. She’d shown strength—too much of it. She’d humiliated their boss.

And so, they twisted that opening like cowards looking for excuses.

They wanted a reason to strike back.

And she had accidentally given it to them.

The second bull rushed forward—leaner, faster than the first.

Kaya sidestepped his charge, ducked under his sweeping arm, then flipped away, barely dodging a heavy kick that shattered the ground where she had just been standing.

Two... three seconds. That’s all she had to react.

Then another joined. And another.

In seconds, Kaya found herself surrounded.

Four of them now.

Closing in.

Her chest rose and fell, breath sharp and steady. She turned slightly, tracking each one of them as they circled her like wolves around a cornered deer.

Except she wasn’t prey.

And she wasn’t done yet.

Kaya took a breath.

Just one.

A calm inhale as the world slowed down for her.

Four bull beastmen circled her like predators—snorting, fists clenched, eyes full of vengeance. Each one larger than her, built like a wall of muscle.

But she wasn’t thinking about size.

She was thinking about space.

About timing.

About rhythm.

The biggest mistake they made?

They surrounded her too tightly.

With a sudden pivot, Kaya dropped low—one hand pressing to the ground for support as she swept her leg in a full arc. Her kick connected with the ankle of the one nearest her right.

Crack.

He buckled.

The moment his knee hit the dirt, Kaya snapped up, using her body weight to launch herself toward the one directly behind him. She hit him with an elbow to the ribs—hard.

He stumbled back, gasping for air.

Before he could recover, she spun and grabbed the downed bull’s arm, using him like a springboard to leap upward.

Now mid-air, her foot connected with the jaw of the one closing in from her left.

Three down. One still moving.

But she landed awkwardly. Her feet slipped slightly from the dust kicked up by the fight.

The last one—quicker than she expected—lunged at her.

His arm reached for her neck.

Too close.

Kaya twisted, shoulder hitting his chest, letting his momentum push them both backward. At the last second, she grabbed his horn and flipped him over her shoulder.

He hit the ground with a thud, the air knocked out of his lungs.

Dust swirled in the air. The crowd gaped. Silence fell again.

Kaya stood in the center, panting, fists up—but steady.

Four massive bodies around her, either groaning or unconscious.

Her lips curled into a sharp, defiant smile.

She hadn’t just broken their formation—she’d dismantled it like she’d choreographed it.

And then, just to twist the knife, she straightened up, rolled her shoulders, and said coolly,

"Next?"

The crowd murmured. Whispers stirred like wind through dry leaves, but not a single soul dared step forward.

Kaya stood in the middle of it all—blood on her knuckles, sweat dripping down her temple, chest rising with sharp breaths.

But behind that strong posture...

She was pretending.

Every joint ached. Her arms trembled ever so slightly. Her legs felt like they were made of stone.

She’d taken hits—subtle, quick ones that no one else may have noticed—but she felt them. And deep down, she knew—if just one more person had joined that circle, she would’ve crumbled.

Her lungs burned as she took in a shaky breath, chest heavy.

But no one moved. No one dared.

So she lifted her chin, pushed down the fire in her muscles, and walked toward the first bull—the ringleader.

He was still slumped against the tree, horns partly cracked, dirt clinging to his jaw. His chest heaved from pain and shock, eyes unfocused.

Kaya stood over him, shadow long under the waning sun. She pointed over her shoulder with her thumb—at the bound beastmen behind her.

"I’m taking them," she said, voice steady despite the storm in her bones. "As a bet. I trust... you’ve got no problem with that."

She expected resistance. A growl. A glare. Maybe even one final snarl of pride or a stubborn curse spat through gritted teeth.

But no.

The bull blinked.

And then, to her utter disbelief—his face turned red.

Not red with rage.

Red like a boy who just saw his crush punch out five people and ride off on a motorcycle.

His mouth opened a little. Not in protest, but in awe.

Kaya blinked.

Oh no.

Did this brute just fall in love?

Veer, watching from the sidelines with dust still clinging to his shoulders, snorted. Loudly. He looked between the bull and Kaya, then dragged a hand down his face like he couldn’t believe what he was witnessing.

He murmured under his breath, "Damn it... one more rival."

With that, he turned his head away, jaw tight.