Fat and Ugly Villainess Wins Back Her Five Beast Husband

AS she walked and talked with Lukan, they soon arrived at the wild kitchen.

"Lukan, I want to tell you about this cake—"

Before Sora could finish, Xaiver’s slightly gritted voice came from ahead.

"Kaelira."

She looked up at him. "What’s wrong?"

"I found the milk you wanted."

Xaiver’s gaze swept over Sora and Lukan walking side by side, and a sharp pang of jealousy struck his chest.

He had only been gone for a short while, yet she was already with Lukan.

Truly, this female was nothing but trouble.

Sora, however, didn’t notice the change in his expression. She merely glared at him.

"So what if you found it? You don’t need to shout so loudly. I can hear just fine."

Xaiver nearly exploded.

Sora really didn’t know what she was doing—or was she deliberately pretending not to?

If she had known how hard he had worked to obtain the milk, how many times he had struggled with the stubborn cow, and how close he had come to being kicked while squeezing it, would she still be standing there so casually, chatting and laughing with Lukan?

He should never have left.

No matter how delicious the food was, it couldn’t compare to the sight of his female being so close to another male.

His eyes slowly shifted toward Lukan.

Lukan didn’t avoid his gaze.

Their eyes met in midair.

Xaiver had always thought Lukan was gentle and mild-mannered, the kind of beastman who wouldn’t fight over anything.

But now, it seemed he had misjudged him.

Lukan’s expression remained warm and calm, but he didn’t retreat even half a step. There was a quiet determination hidden beneath those gentle eyes.

It was almost as if he were openly declaring that he wouldn’t back down.

Xaiver’s gaze sharpened.

So this seemingly harmless male wasn’t as simple as he appeared.

Lukan’s expression was still calm, but beneath the surface, his eyes held a trace of vigilance and scrutiny.

The scent lingering on Sora’s body belonged to Xaiver.

Although it wasn’t particularly strong, Lukan could still detect it.

Neither of them said anything.

Yet a silent competition had already begun.

Sora, completely oblivious to the silent confrontation taking place behind her, looked at the wild raspberries Lukan had brought for her.

Then she glanced at the clay pot of milk Xaiver had brought.

Her lips curved into a pleased smile.

Indeed, both were excellent.

System, have both of them arrived?

She quietly asked inside her mind.

The system immediately responded.

[Host Ryan is hiding nearby. You can begin your performance now.]

A faint smile appeared in Sora’s eyes.

She knew it.

Ryan might not have any particular interest in her, but he couldn’t resist something new.

Especially something he had never seen before.

The bread oven was the perfect bait.

Sora didn’t waste any more time.

She immediately began preparing the cake.

First, she separated the egg whites from the yolks.

Fortunately, she still had plenty of fresh wild chicken eggs stored in the wild kitchen, so there was no need to go outside and collect more.

She counted the eggs.

There were seven.

After cracking them, she took a clean, dry ceramic bowl and began mixing the egg yolks with the binding ingredients and corn flour.

Using her homemade chopsticks, she stirred carefully.

At first glance, the process seemed simple.

In reality, achieving the right consistency was much more difficult.

The ingredients had to be completely emulsified, without leaving any oily separation or unwanted foam.

After stirring for a while, Sora’s wrist began to ache.

She glanced toward Xaiver.

Then she handed him the bowl.

"Stir this until everything is completely blended. There shouldn’t be any foam left."

Xaiver looked at the bowl.

Then he glanced at Lukan.

He was just about to question why he should be doing all the work when Sora handed him another tool.

It was a sieve woven from willow branches.

"Use this to sift the flour. I need the finer flour."

Both men had been assigned tasks.

Sora wasn’t favoring either of them.

Therefore, Xaiver naturally had no objection.

He took the bowl and began stirring.

Hard.

Very hard.

His movements were almost violent, like a windmill spinning at full speed.

It was obvious that he was venting some of his frustration through the bowl.

Sora watched his hands moving rapidly and nodded in satisfaction.

Beastmen truly possessed extraordinary strength.

With only a few strokes, Xaiver had already mixed the egg yolks far more thoroughly than she could have managed herself.

Soon, there wasn’t even the slightest trace of oiliness left.

"That’s good."

Sora took the bowl back.

She added the sifted flour and began stirring in a zigzag motion until there were no dry particles remaining.

Once the mixture was ready, she moved on to the egg whites.

Since she didn’t have lemons, Sora used a wild fruit that resembled one.

She squeezed several drops into the separated egg whites before adding sugar in three portions.

Then came the hardest part.

Whipping the egg whites.

It looked easy.

It wasn’t.

The process required considerable strength and patience.

Sora glanced at Xaiver.

He had done an excellent job with the yolks.

Without hesitation, she handed the bowl to him again.

"Here. Whip this."

Xaiver stared at the egg whites.

Then at Sora.

Then back at the bowl.

He had a strange feeling that he had somehow become the designated laborer.

Still, he didn’t refuse.

He took the bowl and began whipping.

It quickly became clear that this task was even more exhausting than the previous one.

His arm moved rapidly, his strength pouring into every stroke.

Sora watched with satisfaction.

In her eyes, this obviously meant Xaiver was stronger than Lukan.

Otherwise, why would she give him the heavier task?

Thinking about it this way, Xaiver’s competitive spirit immediately burned hotter.

So that was how she saw him?

Stronger than Lukan?

A faint smugness flashed through his eyes.

He began stirring even faster.

Lukan, standing nearby, watched silently.

His expression remained gentle.

But his eyes narrowed slightly.

Neither man said a word.

Yet both understood exactly what the other was thinking.

And Sora?

She was completely unaware.

She was already focused on the cake.

After all, she still had one more important target to hook.

Ryan.

She had already laid down the bait.

Now she only needed to wait for him to bite.

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