Fat and Ugly Villainess Wins Back Her Five Beast Husband

After breakfast, everyone naturally fell into their usual routine.

As soon as the meal was over, the five beastmen stood up almost simultaneously and began cleaning without needing to be told. Ryan quietly gathered the empty bowls, Xavier carried the heavy clay pot back to the stove, Ace collected the chopsticks and wooden utensils, while Lucas rolled up his sleeves and fetched water to wash everything.

Damien looked around in confusion.

Before he could ask what was happening, Lukan walked over carrying a bundle wrapped in clean animal hide.

"Kaelira."

His gentle voice immediately drew her attention.

"The hides have all been processed."

"They’re soft enough now."

"You can finally make your clothes."

The moment Sora heard those words, her eyes sparkled.

"Really?"

Lukan nodded with a smile.

"I finished treating them this morning."

Sora hurried over excitedly.

Opening the bundle, she found several beautifully tanned animal hides neatly folded together. They were far softer than ordinary hides and no longer carried the unpleasant smell of fresh leather.

She couldn’t help stroking the smooth surface.

"So they’re finally done..."

For the first time in days, she genuinely relaxed.

Ever since arriving in this world, she had owned only two crude animal-skin skirts.

Every single day she worried about them.

What if one tore while she was working?

What if one became soaked and couldn’t dry in time?

What if she accidentally burned one while cooking?

If either skirt was ruined, she’d have nothing left to wear.

The thought of running around the tribe wrapped only in leaves made her scalp tingle.

Thankfully...

That nightmare was finally over.

"I can finally have new clothes."

Her relieved sigh made Lukan chuckle softly.

"I knew you’d be happy."

Meanwhile...

The other four beastmen had already started washing dishes at remarkable speed.

Splash.

Splash.

Wooden bowls disappeared into clean water one after another.

Seeing everyone so busy, Damien instinctively wanted to help.

However...

He quickly realized there wasn’t much left for him to do.

Ryan had already finished washing the cooking pot.

Ace was wiping the utensils dry.

Xavier stacked the bowls neatly.

Lucas scrubbed the stove until it practically shone.

Even Sora was busy examining the newly prepared hides.

Damien stood there awkwardly.

"..."

Lucas noticed him standing idle.

A mischievous smile slowly appeared on his face.

Since this newcomer had eaten breakfast...

He couldn’t simply enjoy free meals forever.

Lucas crooked a finger.

"Damien."

Damien immediately walked over obediently.

"Brother Lucas?"

Lucas pointed toward the large round table.

"Wipe it clean."

"Don’t miss a single spot."

Damien looked at the wooden tabletop before nodding seriously.

"Okay."

Lucas folded his arms.

"You don’t know our household rules yet."

"Everyone who eats here has to contribute."

"No freeloading."

"As one of Kaelira’s beast husbands, you should understand that."

Damien listened attentively.

Then he nodded with complete sincerity.

"I understand."

"I’ll clean it well."

His straightforward agreement actually surprised Lucas.

He had expected at least a little resistance.

Instead...

Damien picked up the clean hide cloth lying nearby and immediately began wiping the table with great care.

Every corner.

Every edge.

Even the table legs weren’t spared.

Lucas couldn’t help watching him.

Not bad...

Quite obedient.

Perhaps this fellow wasn’t as troublesome as he’d first imagined.

Just then...

Damien looked up.

Seeing Lucas still standing there, he smiled brilliantly, revealing a row of dazzling white teeth.

"Brother Lucas."

"Is there anything else that needs cleaning?"

Lucas’s smile instantly froze.

"..."

Brother?

What brother?

His entire body broke out in goosebumps.

"Who are you calling brother?"

"We’re not related."

"Don’t randomly recognize relatives."

Damien blinked innocently.

"But..."

"We’re all Kaelira’s beast husbands."

"You entered the family before me."

"So naturally you’re my older brother."

His tone was perfectly reasonable, as though stating an undeniable fact.

Lucas almost choked.

What kind of logic was that?

The five of them had lived together for years.

None of them had ever called each other "older brother."

Now this newcomer arrived for barely a day...

...and suddenly wanted to establish a family hierarchy?

Lucas rubbed both arms.

The goosebumps refused to disappear.

"No."

"I don’t casually accept younger brothers."

"So stop calling me that."

"What older brother?"

"What younger brother?"

"It sounds ridiculous."

Damien simply nodded obediently.

"Oh."

"Understood."

His response was so calm that Lucas couldn’t even continue lecturing him.

Damien lowered his head again and quietly resumed wiping the table.

However...

The faint smile lingering on his lips never disappeared.

Out of the corner of his eye, he quietly observed Sora chatting with Lukan nearby.

His black-like eyes narrowed ever so slightly.

No one noticed the thoughtful glimmer hidden beneath that harmless smile.

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Meanwhile...

Sora spread the treated animal hides across the table.

The leather had become wonderfully flexible.

Unfortunately...

Her enthusiasm quickly faded.

She stared blankly at the pile.

"..."

Making clothes...

That was another matter entirely.

Back in her previous life, she had lived in a highly industrialized world.

Whenever she needed clothes, she simply bought them.

If something didn’t fit...

A tailor altered it.

She had never sewn an entire outfit herself.

Not once.

The last time she’d picked up a bone needle was to make a simple menstrual belt.

That tiny project alone had nearly driven her blind.

The primitive bone needle was thick and awkward.

The animal sinew thread constantly tangled.

Even sewing a straight line had required endless patience.

Small pouches...

Simple cloth strips...

Those she could barely manage.

But an entire skirt?

Absolutely impossible.

She imagined herself trying to cut leather evenly.

The finished result would probably have one side longer than the other.

She might even end up wearing something resembling a crooked sack.

Sora immediately abandoned the idea.

Some things simply shouldn’t be forced.

She slowly lifted her head.

Her gaze naturally landed on Lukan.

Among everyone in the tribe...

Lukan possessed the finest sewing skills.

Even many females openly admitted his craftsmanship surpassed theirs.

Countless beastmen secretly asked him to repair clothing every year.

If anyone could make proper garments...

It was him.

Sora smiled somewhat embarrassedly.

"Lukan..."

"Hm?"

"Could I ask you for a favor?"

His clear eyes softened immediately.

"What is it?"

She rubbed the back of her neck.

"I..."

"I don’t really know how to make clothes."

"Could you help me sew a few animal-skin skirts?"

After saying it aloud, she suddenly felt slightly embarrassed.

Here she was...

A modern woman...

Completely defeated by primitive tailoring.

Lukan looked at her for several seconds.

Then...

He smiled.

The smile was warm enough to melt snow.

"I thought it was something difficult."

"If it’s only sewing..."

"I’d be happy to help."

Sora’s face immediately brightened.

"Really?"

"Of course."

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