Beastmen Are Crazy, So I Sell Them Therapy

Blanca Frostine wakes up one day and realizes she’s been transmigrated into the exact beast-world novel she used to read.

Great. Just great.

And of course, the world has a serious problem.

In this empire, beastmen suffer from something called Hysteria. When their emotions get too strong, they lose control and turn into violent monsters. When their emotions drop too low, they shrink back into helpless cubs.

There is a cure—but it’s complicated.

Special energy stones can calm them down, but only if they are carved into the exact shape of the beastman’s animal form. And the effect depends heavily on how good the carving is.

The more realistic the sculpture, the stronger the effect. The more detailed it is, the longer it lasts.

That’s where Blanca’s past life comes in.

Before transmigrating, she was a legendary sculptor. Famous, wealthy, and extremely picky about her work. Her sculptures were so lifelike people swore they were breathing. Clients waited months just to commission her. In the art world, she was known as “The Sculptress.”

So when she realizes she can do this job better than anyone in this world, she doesn’t think about romance or adventure.

She thinks about money.

Powerful beast husbands? Fated love? Brooding generals with emotional baggage?

Not interested.

“I’ll date later,” she says. “After I get rich.”

So she opens a shop.

A small, suspiciously simple store appears on the regional network, selling palm-sized sculptures carved with terrifying realism. Just looking at them is enough to calm raging beastmen.

The empire goes crazy overnight.

Orders flood in. Nobles panic. The military starts paying attention.

But the shop owner is… not what anyone expected.

Lazy. Sharp-tongued. Completely uninterested in customer service.

“No rush orders.”

“No refunds.”

“Stop messaging me at 3 a.m.”

“And stop flirting in the reviews.”

Even so, her products sell out instantly every time.

What Blanca doesn’t expect is that more and more powerful beastmen start showing up in her life. Each one claims they just need emotional treatment. Each one lingers a little longer than necessary. Each one keeps staring at her hands like they’re something dangerous.

In a world where beasts lose control to their emotions, Blanca Frostine becomes the only person who can calm them with a single carving.

And even though she keeps insisting she doesn’t care about love…

Love seems to have already made up its mind about her.

“Screw finding a husband,” she thinks, carving another masterpiece. “…Why are they all lining up anyway?”