Transmigrated into a reversed world
Chapter 87 - 87

On the tenth person's wrist, her tongue licked off the residue of blood on her lips, she finally savored it and the tasted like eating a meal without seasoning, it was not yet time to spice it up, to avoid suspicion, she would give them five months to adapt before it became her feeding ground.

She hopes her mansion staff won't disappoint her expectations. She walked back slowly to the Mansion, enjoying the night air, rustling of leaves, and full moons shining their light over the forest.

Strolling through an empty field, she thought back on her flowers. She disappeared in thin air.

Inside the space, Cyra went to a secluded place, the air was cold. The surrounding was filled with different species of flowers each a different color, blooming healthily. It was breathtakingly beautiful enough for you to feel unreal but filled with a sense of rejection subconsciously.

They were species never seen before, but to Cyra they are food. She removed the seeds of different flowers and placed them inside silk clothes.

She looked around her space and found no changes. She flashed back to the same place she disappeared from with a silk bundle in her hands. She dropped it off at a corner and sent a message to Viktor about its location.

She walked back into the house, her steps pausing as her ears pricked up at the sound of different heartbeat hiding in the shadows. Her eyes flashed with light, and she turned her head to the side in their direction before continuing walking into the mansion.

When she entered the people hiding in the dark felt their backs soaked with sweat, they felt she found their hiding place.

All of them were not aware of each other hiding in the dark but came to an anonymous agreement that they wouldn't attack this night.

They went back to their rooms feeling dread.

"They are impatient." These words flashed through her mind but she welcomes it anyway.

She didn't see Zane and followed the sound of his heartbeat to a room. Opening the door, she saw Zane on the treadmill, covered with sweat and shirtless.

She stopped in her tracks when she saw the thread of sweat gliding down from his neck to his chest. She swallowed hard, feeling desire building up in her.

Zane felt someone staring intensely at him and he looked up and saw his wife staring at him like a delicious meal she wanted to gobble up.

He pressed stop, and took a towel, hanging around his necks, and used it to wipe the sweat off his face.

"Are you hungry?" He asked thinking it, she wanted to feed on him. Cyra was tempted but restrained herself,

"I have feed already, but I don't mind a dessert." She said low sultry pitch- she moved towards him and wanted to hug him but she saw him frown. What happened?

Zane thought back on the pleasure he always felt when she fed on him and now a random stranger would enjoy such a feeling, his brows frowned harder and he pouted feeling dissatisfied and jealous.

"Did they feel pleasure when you feed from them?" his tone sounded wrong, she looked into his eyes and saw jealousy and anger.

She smiled mischievously and nodded in agreement, she saw Zane's face scrunched up, and he ignored her, walking to the door.

Almost reaching the door, he felt himself pulled back, he struggled against her body.

"Leave me alone... stupid woman!" Cyra's shoulders shook with suppressed laughter, she couldn't hold it in anymore and laughed into his back.

"Love, haha...sorry... hahaha." Her words were interrupted by her laughter, she felt free after laughing.

"Do you think, that everyone I feed from will experience pleasure, ha~ how naive?" She said in a calm tone.

Zane looked at her, trying to find any signs of her lying but saw her serious gaze. But he couldn't help but ask

"Why do I feel pleasure every time you feed from me?" His hand was held tightly by hers and she hugged him closely.

"It's because I made you feel that way, or do you want to feel pain, horror, fear, or hatred?" She listed everything, watching as his brows smoothened, his eyes regained their serenity, and his face relaxed.

"Hmph... You could have told me earlier but instead played with my emotions." After saying this, he untangled from her hands and went out the door.

Cyra chased after him, "Forgive me, love, I won't do it again." She followed him everywhere he went until he couldn't take her pestering. He turned back and saw her blinking innocently. Ha... He sighed,

"I have forgiven you...next time don't do that again." His tone was serious, she held his face and kissed him hard, releasing his lips,

"Love~ I will only give you pleasure." She whispered in his ears, her hot breath making his ears tingle.

His face flushed red when his mind thought back on her words. Clearing his throat, he quickly walked into the bathroom -to wash off his sweaty body.

Cyra smiled when she saw his escaping back, savoring the process of coaxing him, she went back to the workout room, moving to the wall, she pressed it in and a punching bag made from the hardest metal the seller could find. It was customized personally for her.

Cyra knocked on it, and the crisp tinging sound of metal echoed, she hoped it would hang on for her to vent off her excess energy.

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