Transmigrated into a reversed world
Chapter 91 - 91

He danced as he planted the seed into the soil, humming along with the song. He tapped out the layout of his design on a huge hologram screen, deciding where the seed should go.

Putting the same seed type in the planter and pressing it down into the soil in a single file, each hole a seed. He continued planting happily, feeling relaxed. If Kyle had seen him like this he would have broken down in anger and jealousy.

He didn't notice the passage of time and kept on working, dancing, and using the planter as a microphone, screaming his voice out.

The sky grew dark, and Cyra opened her eyes. She sat up and was about to get down from the bed when she heard a loud singing voice. She focused her ears, tracing the sound in the direction of the waterfall. Her eyes flashed with interest, and she flashed in that direction.

She blended into the shadow and saw one of her staff shaking his hips, singing beautifully, and planting seeds. Was this not her gardener?

Making her presence known, "Having fun, are we?" she said in a sultry tone.

Viktor didn't hear her at first but sensed someone staring at him. He paused his song, whipping his head in that direction only his boss's calm eyes.

"Hee..." He squeaked, his heart dropping. How could he be dancing in front of his boss? His job... He felt like crying at his bad luck.

Before he could blink, she was standing in front of him. He tensed up subconsciously, his mind on high alert, and his guard up.

Cyra felt the change in him, and her eyes flashed with a strange light. She held his chin, looking deep into his eyes.

He felt as though she could see through his soul, causing his guard to heighten to the max.

Cyra felt a block in his mind, she was unable to control him, instead of feeling surprised, her eyes flashed with Interest. She felt his throbbing veins in his throat and his beating heart in his chest, as his sweat slid down from his neck.

They stayed like this for a whole minute before Cyra freed his chin and sat on the edge of the fountain.

"What creature are you?" As soon as those words left her lips, Viktor's eyes flashed with murderous intent, but he hid it quickly.

"What are you talking about?" He asked innocently, his tone filled with ignorance. Had she not felt his intent earlier, she might have thought he was clueless.

Cyra tapped her fingers on her lips, looking at him knowingly. She smirked and stood up. Moving closer to him, she whispered into his ears, "Don't play dumb with me."

In an instant Viktor's hands changed into claws, slashing her throat open. It happened so fast, that Cyra held her throat as blood soaked her hands.

"Cough...pfft..how?" she muttered, her voice dripping with mock surprise.

"Just kidding...hmm. I've always wondered how it would feel to be killed physically... It was fun," she said those words with her tone tinged with regret.

Viktor eyes widened as he watched her blood crawl back into her throat, the wound healing as if nothing had happened.

"You'll have to pay me for the blood you spilled. Now, your hands." She pointed at his wrist and waited for him to stretch his hands.

Viktor stood there dumbly and said breathlessly, "Please don't fire me." His words almost made Cyra laugh, a normal person who had been shocked and terrified, but him.

Her face remained serene as motioned for his hand. Viktor couldn't read her expression, so he stretched his hand towards her.

Crya held his hand and brought out a paper towel form her space ring, wiping his wrist thoroughly.

Viktor watched her actions, feeling clueless but also seduced by her grace. He shivered as she brought her wrist to her lips, feeling her warm breath on his skin.

"Hm..." He felt a sharp small sting and felt his blood leave his body slowly, going down her throat.

He stood there in a trance, growing paler and weaker, he felt his legs weaken before he could fall, she wrapped her arms around his waist, holding him steady.

He looked at her as she freed his wrist, watching her lick her lips with her tongue as if savoring his taste and a weird sensation floated through his spine.

"Boy, I own you for ten years. Your blood suits my taste." Her seductively red lips curved to the side. Before he could blink, she had vanished.

He sat weakly on the ground, not caring about muddy soil. 'What a strange beautiful woman. At least he wouldn't be leaving here anytime soon.' He thought.

The stream, ocean water, and trees flashed through his mind and he became happy and comfortable about staying on the island.

If only his beast had been here, he would use its tail to facepalm. This idiot had sold his blood for ten years for free. His boss was freaking dangerous and they need to leave here as soon as possible.

But his hopeless master was busy dreaming about soaking in the stream later.