Villainess is being pampered by her beast husbands

Of course he wouldn’t say it. Not when it involved this. Not when it was that time of the month.

It was obvious now. The scent. That damned fragrance she couldn’t even smell but apparently had every beastman within range ready to drop dead—or drop something else.

It clicked. It finally clicked.

Kaya closed her eyes, massaged her temple with one hand, while the other hand still held her stomach.

Then, with calm that only barely masked her simmering wrath, she raised the hand holding the neem leaf and muttered, "I want you to bring me a bunch of this."

She didn’t even look at him.

Cutie nodded so fast his ears almost flapped, then vanished like a terrified rabbit in heat.

Kaya’s gaze swept back to the beastmen, her eyes narrowing ever so slightly, a flicker of anger tightening her jaw.

She knew—of course she knew—that beastmen had an acute sense of smell, far sharper than any human’s. She had read about it, heard about it, seen it firsthand. So yes, maybe they smelled the blood. Maybe they couldn’t help it.

But still.

Still.

Did they have to react like that? Like she was some walking calamity?