Transmigrated into a reversed world
Chapter 154 - 154: When does a prey ask the predator to eat

Cyra motioned for Viktor to sit beside her, and he moved quickly, fearing she might change her mind.

"Mistress~," Viktor called out in an infatuated tone; he moved closer to her, so close that Cyra could feel his skin on hers.

She didn't stop him, curious about his next move. Tonight, she was in a good mood.

"Mistress, don't you want to drink...my blood..." Viktor eyes watered seductively, saying his words in an ambiguous tone.

He leaned closer, tilting his pale neck into her line of sight.

Viktor's heart raced as her hot breath grazed his skin. His hands gripped her thighs instinctively.

"When does a prey ask the predator to eat...mm..?" Her fingers traced his artery, sending shivers down Viktor's spine.

Her fingers left his neck and lifted his chin, "Don't be presumptions...I'll take it when I want to." Her sultry, commanding tone and firm grip on his chin pushed him to the edge.

He drooled internally, his eyes shining with depraved light. Cyra noticed he was getting pleasure from this; she dropped her hands, took her empty bottle, and left nonchalantly.

The longer she stayed, the more he drew out her sadistic side. She licked her fingers slightly, reminiscing the sensation of his throbbing veins.

Zane finished his dinner, running his tongue over his teeth to check for anything stuck. A strange sensation lingered.

Finding nothing, he clicked on his bracelet, scrolling idly until a video caught his eye.

A splash of paint spread across a white canvas, and he watched, mesmerized, as the artist's brush brought the image to life. With every stroke, Zane felt his mind open to a flood of inspiration.

When the video finished, he played it again, one watch didn't feel satisfying. When the video ended, one thought consumed him: he wanted to paint.

He searched for the painter's name and saved all the videos for later.

His heart raced with excitement- he couldn't wait to draw like that.

"What's making your heart beat so fast? Excitement... Hmm?" Cyra's words whispered into his ears, startling him. He didn't know when she got here; Cyra straightened her back and looked at his startled expression, finally aware of his surroundings; she mused on what kept him so engrossed and distracted.

Zane quickly dragged her to the seat, feeling happy to share his newfound interest with her,

"Seeing this painting, he drew a few strokes making the picture come alive and here...."

Cyra's eyes soften, seeing him happily sharing everything about the painting with eyes bringing strong interest and excitement.

She filled a cup of water, pushing it towards him; he paused and drank some sips and vividly explained the rest of the video he watched.

Cyra listened patiently, noticing a rare brightness in his expression- one she hadn't seen even when she introduced him to new technology.

"I can employ a teacher for you." Zane's eyes widened thinking that was possible, "Really? We can call a teacher to teach me?" Zane sounded surprised that painting could be taught; he thought it was the person's talent and couldn't be taught.

He hugged her with happiness, his eyes shining brightly that Cyra was tempted to employ a teacher that night for him.

"What colour paint should I buy, what of the canvas he used....what if I can't paint...what should I do?" Zane's expression changed from anxiousness to nervousness, making his calm face colourful.

Cyra cupped his face, forcing him to meet her gaze.

"Love, Look at me...you'll be fine and you haven't tried painting yet to know if you can't."

Her calm words reassured him a little; he inhaled deeply, exhaling all his worries. She is right he has to learn how to paint before he knows if he can or can't.

Cyra fiddled with his cheeks, moulding funny expressions; the softness was oddly soothing.

She secretly took a picture, but the clock drew his attention and he saw the picture of his cheeks stretched with his eyes squinting. He reached to delete the picture, but Cyra was faster.

"Woah...who is this beauty." Cyra's eyes were tinged in mischief, "No, that picture is ugly! Delete it!" Zane tried to grab her hands, but she was always a step away from his reach.

"No, it's beautiful, I will save it well...to admire it whenever I want." Cyra said as she made the screen bigger, "Mm..I have to take more...I can't believe it's only the picture I have of you." Zane who was about to creep on her, stopped and ran away immediately, not wanting to have ugly pictures of himself again on her photo grid.

She laughed as he fled, her grey eyes softening and a rare gentleness gracing her features. None was here to see such a beautiful sight.

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