Transmigrated into a reversed world
Chapter 180 - 180: Love, I enjoyed that

Twenty minutes ago, Cyra took Zane away and flashed to the mansion; Zane was murmuring incoherent words with a flushed face; before she could make sense of his words, he agilely slipped out of her grasp.

"Teach…teach…fight..my sword." Cyra could only understand the last part of Zane's slurred words.

"Love, you're drunk, you don't need your sword. Come let's get you freshened up and sober." Cyra tried to carry him gently into the house but Zane struggled and kept on asking for his sword.

Not wanting to risk injuring him by using too much strength, Cyra flashed inside and retrieved his sword, hoping that holding it would calm him.

She gave him the sword and was about to carry him inside when Zane unsheathed the sword.

"Teach…fight." Zane's mind was back in the desolate lands when he taught her how to fight, so he attacked after saying those words.

Cyra was unguarded and the sword tore open her chest, making a tear in between with sips of blood sliding down.

After a second, the wounds healed, and she dodged Zane's next attack, "Love, drop the sword, let's go in." Cyra spoke in a placating tone as she dodged his attacks, trying to creep at his back and carry him inside.

"Hicc…no… fight." Zane slurred, but his attacks were accurate, and he had no openings; Cyra had no choice but to continue dodging his attacks, trying to exhaust him.

Hours passed, and as Zane's mind cleared, his attacks grew fiercer. He wanted to test how much her strength had grown over a thousand years of his slumber.

Cyra noticed at some point, and she smiled attacking with her normal strength without her cursed strength. They exchanged blows with a playful intensity, neither giving the other room to breathe.

This was the scene Viktor and Kyle stumbled upon. They watched as the fight unfolded, surprised that even with Cyra's Vampire speed, Zane could still block her attacks.

Zane dodged to the side, and his sword held her at the throat while Cyra's hands were pointed at his chest. They drew back and attacked again with smiles on their bright eyes.

Kyle was astonished at Zane's fighting power, not knowing he was this strong.

While Viktor, who had experienced his powers first, wasn't surprised but was focused on Cyra's graceful moves.

Her fluttering red hair and her grey eyes that sparkled like pearls, he swallowed, feeling his throat was dry.

He wants her—wants to be her pet, to surrender to her control, to be treated as he deserves. His heart pounded with a desperate, depraved hunger.

They fought till dawn before Zane reluctantly stopped; he was not yet satisfied; it had been a long time since he had fought this kind of long battle.

Cyra looked up at the sky, taking a deep breath as a smile played on her lips. She ran a hand through her hair, the morning light catching the red strands.

Before they could fully take in her beauty, her expression shifted back to normal. She yawned, then stepped toward Zane, cupping his face as she scanned him for any injuries before disappearing.

"Love, I enjoyed that." Her whispers floated through the winds and entered his ears.

Making him smile. He stealthed his sword in place and looked to the side where Viktor and Kyle were standing. He nodded at them and walked inside.

Kyle's perception of Zane shifted. He had always seen him as a calm, socially awkward person who spoke more around those he trusted.

His heart sank, knowing In his heart he couldn't defeat Zane in a fight, no chance at all.

He felt pressure; ever since he came here, he had met a monster he couldn't win against. Now, another one had been added to the equation, and even with Viktor, he came to a draw.

He stood there for a moment, dazed, staring at his fingers. Then, his hand clenched into a fist. He had grown too comfortable, believing his strength was unmatched. The illusion was shattered—he needed to train harder.

Now, he found a sense of threat, and people who could kill him instantly were all around him. It's time to use that favour from Cyra.

After thinking it through, he felt relaxed in heart and mind, he walked calmly to the staff quarters.

Viktor flashed to his space; his innocent mask slipping the moment he was alone. He collapsed onto the couch, face flushed, eyes glassy with pleasure from experiencing a sub-state. He read about it not thinking it was possible, but

"Ahh! Mistress…" his whispered words held so much longing. He stood up with trembling legs and went to his secret room; opening the door, he touched the choker and whip and drooled, wishing it was being used on him at this moment.

With a deep sigh, he pulled himself together. His usual cheerful, innocent expression returned as he stepped out of his space, walking leisurely toward his room.