Apocalypse Villainess Transmigrates Into The Beastworld With Debt

"He is a disease, Hana. A pink, fuzzy disease. You shouldn’t have let him stay." Caspian declared irritably.

"He’s a resource," Hana said, splashing water onto her face to clear the lingering heat of the dragon’s breath. "And right now, I need resources more than I need your jealousy. Now get those berries and turn around. I’m coming out, and I’m still very much hungry."

Caspian grabbed the Peppercorn vines with a huff, his tail dragging behind him in the dirt as he marched back toward the camp.

Hana waited until the heavy thud of his footsteps faded before she stepped out of the water. Her skin tingled—partly from the cold, and partly from the strange, dual marks on her body that seemed to pulse.

Huff.

She looked at her hands. They were clean, but the world was still a mess.

"One million points," she whispered, pulling a large Salt-Leaf from a bush to wrap around her damp hair. "I’m going to need a lot more than spices to get through this."

Hana stepped out of the water, the cold air raising goosebumps on her skin. She didn’t have a towel, so she used a large, broad Salt-Leaf to whisk the moisture from her limbs before wrapping another around her hair.

She felt lighter, but the weight of the ’debt’ still sat at the back of her mind like a ticking clock.

Then, she decided to find something to cover up her breast since Caspian’s stare was quite annoying, and especially the way they kept bouncing. This body’s boobs were far bigger than the one of her original body, but it wasn’t heavy. They were light.

She wrapped her hands around them and gauged their weight. They were soft too, and pretty, pink nippled.

Well, she’ll have to cover up, but unlike Raiden who had found something to wrap around his waist, she could not find anything that would hold her boobs firmly so she just gave up the idea entirely.

It was more uncomfortable to have a patch of leaf wrapped around her breast when it wasn’t even doing the basics she needed to keep them firm and stop bouncing. Yes, it would cover her, but he didn’t really care and just decided to get to Caspain’s den to find something conducive there. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

As she walked back toward the campfire, the scene that met her was exactly what she expected: Chaos.

Caspian was standing over the massive, charred boar, hacking at it with his bare claws.

He was ripping off chunks of half-burnt, half-raw meat and tossing them onto a large leaf with a look of savage pride.

Raiden, meanwhile, was meticulously arranging his small, pale rabbit on a bed of ferns, looking as if he were preparing a five-star meal instead of a raw carcass.

"I told you," Caspian growled as Hana approached, his tail twitching. "The boar is the strength you need. The fox’s ’gift’ is nothing but bone and fur."

Raiden didn’t look up, his fingers delicately smoothing the rabbit’s fur-less skin after a meticulous skinning.

"Strength is useless if you can’t digest it, Fire King. My rabbit is tender. It won’t sit in her stomach like a hot stone."

They both snarled and glared.

Hana walked between them, her bare feet silent on the dirt. She grabbed the bundle of Peppercorn berries Caspian had dropped and the Salt-Leaves she had gathered.

"Move," she commanded.

Both beastmen froze. Hana knelt by the fire and pulled out her flint knife. With the precision of a woman who had spent years butchering mutated rats just to see another morning, she began to slice the boar. She ignored the charred exterior, cutting deep into the center where the meat was still red and succulent.

Caspian felt proud since it looked like Hana had chosen his game over Raiden, looking at the Fox with a superior mockery in his face.

"Raiden, the fire is too low. Build it up, but keep it to the side. Then I need you to take out the coals cause I need them," she ordered. "As for Caspian," she looked at the proud look on his face, then his bloody claws and she sighed. "Don’t cut the meat like that. Use your claws to slice thin strips—like this."

She showed him a thin slice of meat. Caspian stared at it, then at his own massive, destructive claws. He looked like a giant being asked to sew with a needle.

"Thin?" he muttered.

"Thin," Hana repeated. "Unless you want me to chew on it for three days."

He twisted his lips with a little contemplation and then decided to try it.

As they worked, Hana began to crush the Peppercorn berries between two flat stones. The spicy, pungent aroma filled the clearing, masking the smell of blood. She rubbed the Salt-Leaves over the meat, the crystals drawing out the moisture and prepping it for the heat.

Raiden watched her with a genuine curiosity. "You treat the flesh as if it were a puzzle, Great Female. My people simply... eat."

"Your people aren’t human," Hana said, skewering a strip of seasoned meat on a sharpened stick. "We don’t have strong stomachs like you do, so we have to be smarter."

She set the first skewer over the glowing coals. The fat began to sizzle, the smell of the spices hitting the heat and creating a mouth-watering aroma that made both Caspian and Raiden visibly salivate.

> [SKILL PROGRESS: Primitive Cooking Initialized]

> [Reward: +20 Karmic Points]

Hana ignored the tiny reward and was more focused on the sizzle.

"Hana," Caspian whispered, his voice low and hungry as he watched the meat turn a perfect, reddish brown. "It smells... like power."

"It smells like dinner," she corrected.

She handed the first skewer to Caspian, then the second to Raiden. "Eat. If you’re going to be my ’everything’ this is the least I can do for you," she said and for a moment, they were actually touched until she said, "I want to end up fainting from hunger because you don’t know how to use a fire properly. So learn well."

Nothing she did was without benefit.

Raiden took a bite, his green eyes widening as the spice hit his tongue. He let out a soft, purring moan. "Oh... I think I could follow you forever if this is the reward."

Caspian didn’t say anything. He just inhaled the meat and then swiped everything in his mouth in one go, his golden eyes glowing with a renewed, fierce devotion and he gave a thumbs up.

Was it because he was a dragon that he did not care for the hotness of the meat?

Someone who could breathe fire would definitely not have any issues eating hot food.

Hana nodded, and then ate her own portion, the heat of the food finally settling the hollow ache in her chest. She looked at the two of them—the dragon and the fox, both currently tamed by a piece of seasoned meat.

"Tomorrow," she said, her voice firm. "We head for the peaks. I want to see this ’den’ of yours, Caspian."

Maybe along the way, they can find more missions they did not involve having to save a dying beastman once again and forming a primal bond with them.

Anything else... she would take anything else gladly, as long as she didn’t have to put another strange cock in her pussy.