The Villainess Cannot Escape — Five Beast Husbands Chase Her Madly

Qiuqiu rolled over in his sleep, his fluffy tail gently brushing against Seville’s wrist with a soft, warm touch.

Seville snapped back to his senses, suppressing the discomfort in his throat. He reached out and gently tucked the beast-hide blanket around the little guy.

Moonlight streamed through the cracks of the hovel, landing on Su An’an’s scattered black hair like fragments of a fallen galaxy.

Seville subconsciously raised his hand,

but silently drew it back just before he could touch her.

The moonlight split his figure in two.

One half was bathed in its silver glow, so gentle it seemed almost unreal.

The other was steeped in darkness, achingly lonely.

The moment morning light pierced the clouds, a deafening roar exploded across the sky.

The void ripped open like violently torn silk, revealing a blinding slash of light.

Several pitch-black warships passed through the rift, casting enormous shadows on the dark earth below.

Su An’an’s eyelashes fluttered, and she slowly opened her eyes.

Seville was leaning over, gazing at her.

Morning light streamed through the cracks in the hovel, flowing like a river of stars through his long, silver-purple hair.

His amber pupils swirled with so many emotions, as if he were trying to carve every inch of her likeness into the depths of his soul.

"You..."

Su An’an had just started to speak when his cool fingertips gently pressed against her lips.

"It’s time to go."

Seville straightened up. All the softness in his eyes instantly froze over, and his tone was as cold as if it had been tempered in frost.

As he turned, his Wings brushed against her cheek, stirring a crisp, cool breeze.

"Unless you want to watch that pack of idiots tear the Gray Stone Tribe apart."

Before his words had faded, a thunderous cheer erupted outside the hovel.

"It’s the Divine Lady’s Beast Husbands! They’re so incredible!"

Su An’an got up and walked out of the hovel to see four figures flying out from the ships’ hatches.

Ying Jiuyao’s white tiger markings gleamed in the morning light.

Night Abyss’s black dragon wings billowed in the wind.

Fei Zhao’s nine fox tails were as flamboyant as red flags.

Lan Cangming’s ear fins trembled, shedding countless flecks of blue frost.

"Anan!"

Ying Jiuyao moved as fast as lightning, appearing before Su An’an in an instant.

The hands gripping Su An’an’s shoulders trembled, and his Gilded Beast Eyes churned with lingering fear.

"You’ve lost weight. You’re all bones."

Su An’an had just tilted her face up when she was pressed into a chest that smelled of Tequila.

The Big Cat’s heartbeat was so fast and heavy it made her eardrums ache.

His tiger tail wrapped tightly around her calf, the force nearly strong enough to leave a bruise.

"I’m sorry, I was too late!"

A familiar warmth enveloped her, and the tension in Su An’an’s back instantly melted away, as if all her strength had been drained.

She raised her arms to wrap around his broad back, the taut muscles beneath the fabric pressing painfully into her palms.

’He must have been searching for me day and night this past month.’

"You idiot!"

She muffled a laugh against the Big Cat’s neck, her warm breath turning the tips of his ears red. "As long as you’re here, you’re not late."

"But could you loosen your tail a bit? My leg’s gone numb."

The Big Cat stiffened and quickly unwrapped his tail.

But when he looked down, he met her smiling eyes, which reflected his own disheveled expression.

His silver hair was a mess, and he had dark circles under his eyes.

He turned his face away in embarrassment, but his tiger ears twitched honestly. "What are you laughing at?"

"I’m laughing at my Big Cat," Su An’an said, reaching up to ruffle his silver hair.

"You’ve turned into a scruffy kitten."

"Wait!"

The Big Cat’s brow furrowed. He suddenly lowered his head and sniffed hard at her neck, his tiger ears instantly bristling.

"What’s with this damn Swan scent?!"

"What do you think?"

Seville’s voice cut through the air like an Ice Blade.

He approached at a slow pace, carrying a sleeping Qiuqiu. His silver-purple hair whipped in the morning wind as his amber eyes swept coldly over the embracing pair.

His fully restored golden Wings glinted with a blinding edge in the sunlight, every feather radiating the pressure of a Level 4S.

Night Abyss’s dragon tail slammed onto the deck, and his scarlet, slitted pupils constricted.

"You evolved to 4S? So you and Anan..."

Seville nodded calmly, a flash of possessiveness flickering in his eyes as he looked at Su An’an.

"What?!"

Fei Zhao whipped around to face Su An’an, the tips of his tails held ramrod straight.

"Anan, is this true?"

Lan Cangming’s translucent ear fins flared slightly, his voice as low and hoarse as if it had been soaked in ice water.

"When did this happen?"

Su An’an’s ears twitched nervously. She had just opened her mouth to speak when Seville’s suddenly unfurled Wings enveloped half of her body.

The Swan Beastman looked down on the others, his tone terrifyingly calm.

"Do I need to report to you?"

Fei Zhao’s fox tails flared out, every strand of fiery red fur standing on end.

"We drew lots, and it was supposed to be my turn next! What right do you have to cut in line, you stinking Swan?!"

The corner of Seville’s mouth curled into a mocking arc. His golden Wings spread slightly, and the Level 4S pressure made the deck tremble.

"Who’s to blame if you’re useless?"

"Are you itching for a beating?!"

Fei Zhao’s Fox Fire erupted, and his nine tails lashed toward Seville like whips of flame.

Seville held Qiuqiu with one hand and, with the other, seized Fei Zhao’s throat in midair. His amber pupils were as cold as blades.

"Is that all you’ve got?"

"What’s so impressive about bullying a little fox?!"

Ying Jiuyao’s white tiger claws tore through the air, and a silvery-white current of electricity lunged at Seville like a thunder-serpent.

Seville’s golden Wings suddenly spread, just barely blocking the current, but Fei Zhao seized the opening.

A fiery red fox tail whipped viciously against his back like a steel lash, making a sickening, dull thud.

"Ugh!"

A trickle of golden blood escaped the corner of Seville’s mouth, but he quickly wiped it away.

Su An’an’s ears tensed instantly, her pupils contracting as she stared at him.

"That’s enough!" Seeing Ying Jiuyao and Fei Zhao about to advance again, Su An’an roared, but a sharp, stabbing pain suddenly shot through her abdomen.

She staggered, clutching her stomach, her face instantly turning pale.

Seville subconsciously started forward, but two other figures darted to her first.

"Deep breaths!" Night Abyss’s palm steadily supported the small of her back.

"Don’t move."

A faint blue light swirled at Lan Cangming’s fingertips as a cool, moist current of air enveloped her.

Ying Jiuyao and Fei Zhao supported her by the arms, one on each side.

Behind her, a tiger tail and fox tails intertwined into a net, weaving a tight, protective barrier.

Seville froze in place, a flicker of stinging pain in his eyes.

Su An’an slowly looked up as a warm ball of fur was suddenly thrust into her arms.

When she looked up again, Seville had already turned away.

His Wings were almost transparent in the sunlight, the edges even beginning to dissolve into fine specks of light, as if he might be blown away by the wind at any second.

"Where are you going?"

Su An’an’s voice trembled.

Seville’s steps faltered for a moment. His profile, caught in the light and shadow, was as sharp and cold as if carved from a blade. "To the Golden Feather Clan."

His Adam’s apple bobbed. In the end, he only uttered two words: "Personal matters."

Su An’an stared in the direction Seville had disappeared, where a few wisps of golden dust still lingered in the air, slowly dissipating in the wind.

"Don’t pay any attention to that stinking Swan!"

Ying Jiuyao tightened his embrace on Su An’an. "He’s always been this obnoxious."

"What gives him the right to just up and leave?!"

Fei Zhao’s Fox Fire burst into a shower of sparks, and his nine tails thrashed irritably against the deck.

"Anan, don’t be sad. Just wait until I drag him back..."

"Stop it!"

Su An’an sharply cut them off.

She took a deep breath to suppress her sorrow, then lifted her face and forced a nonchalant smile.

"I’m a little tired. I’m going to get some rest."