Transmigrated into a reversed world
Chapter 179 - 179: Did you bathe in alcohol?

He emptied his cup, looking at Cyra's way; he turned and went to the dance floor, hooking a woman with a flirty brow; he felt a sense of confidence when he saw the woman's dumb response.

Unaware, he was sinking into a dark pit of seeking validation from women to feel seen and confident.

Zane looked at the drink Viktor passed to him and took a tentative sip. The sweet-sour flavour spread across his tongue, prompting him to take another, more eager sip.

Cyra watched with a relaxed expression. Listening to his heartbeat, she focused on that sound, blocking out the others.

She noticed he was on his fourth drink and wanted to remind him of the alcohol content but paused, assuming his immunity to drugs extended to alcohol—a mistake on her part.

As the night progressed, Zane's table corner was filled with empty cups; Zane's eyes were overly bright, "Love, are you okay? I think you have had enough." Cyra held the glass away from his hands, and Zane obediently let go with blinking eyes.

Viktor was slumped over against the table; his face was flushed red. Kyle, still focused on typing, glanced at him in disgust.

He was still holding onto one glass since the party started, and he made sure the drinks and dessert were never short in the party, obviously working while in the party.

He took a sip, and from the rim of his glass, he saw Cyra carrying the dazed Zane; before he could understand what was happening, she disappeared. His fingers tightened on the wine glass and returned to normal without a trace.

Viktor slumped over the table and frowned. Growing bored of the party, he stood to leave, only to notice Kyle standing at the same time.

He raised a brow at Kyle but was ignored. Kyle walked faster as if to escape Viktor's questioning gaze.

Viktor shrugged and stood, walking in an unstable step; he passed a secluded area, moving slowly towards where the car was parked, only for him to be dragged into the forest by a strong hand, and his mouth was covered by a pair of hands.

He allowed himself to be dragged away, more curious than afraid. At least he'd have some fun and relieve the boredom and unhappiness gnawing at him. Yes, he admits, when Cyra left without a second glance, it stung a little.

He struggled helplessly, and the woman felt a sick pleasure watching him struggle; she dragged him deeper into a deep forest, feeling it was secluded enough, she released him.

Viktor moved back with a tear-stained face, "W-what do you w-want from me?" Viktor stuttered when he saw the familiar woman, his watery eyes darted around for a chance to escape; his scared face had a delicate beauty to it, further heightening the woman's pleasure watching his helpless movement; this was always the best part of dealing with feisty men.

She licked her lips and moved closer to Viktor; she opened her mouth to say the lines prepared, anticipating his pleading and painful pleasure-filled gaze, only for her to be stopped by his series of actions.

Viktor pinched his nose and raised a hand to stop her.

"Dammit! I was trying hard to stay in character. Why did you have to reek of such a stench? Did you bathe in alcohol? I can't take it anymore." Viktor dropped his whole act, speaking angrily with his eyes watery from her smell and his nose pinched.

The woman thought her eyes were playing tricks on her; maybe the drinks she had, had started affecting her, and she was seeing things.

Before she could react, a sharp pain pierced her chest. She looked down, eyes widening at the dagger lodged in her heart. Blood bubbled up her throat. "Cough.. pfft…" It spilt down her front, soaking her clothes.

"Bang." The woman dropped to the ground with her eyes wide open, unable to believe she would die this way at the hands of a cute teenager.

Viktor brought out a liquid from his space and poured it on her body; the woman's body melted into liquid, which evaporated within minutes.

Satisfied with the chemical's effectiveness, he made a mental note to stock up. With his space, access wouldn't be an issue.

Reaching the car, hoping Kyle didn't leave him behind. Seeing the car, he felt relieved; he opened the car door and entered to meet Kyle's angry gaze; he didn't argue back, knowing he was the one in the wrong.

The car drove them to the mansion; reaching closer to the mansion, they heard the sounds of fighting and the clang of steel.

They jumped out of the car and rushed toward the commotion, only to find Cyra and Zane locked in a blurred, fierce fight.

They looked at each other bewildered, "what the hell is going on?" This question showed on their faces and they turned back to watch the fight.