Transmigrated into a reversed world-Chapter 264: That’s the proper way to greet

In the room filled with tubes containing different women, the blue-haired woman at the far end stirred, her eyes opening.

She stared forward, dazed, her mind replaying memories of the cracked-faced woman.

Then her emotionless expression gradually showed signs of liveliness, and her face contorted with rage and hatred—clearly remembering how her old body died at Cyra’s hands.

She unplugged the wires connecting to her head and body as the liquid in the tube drained and the glass slide opened with a hiss.

She stepped out awkwardly from the tube, wobbling slightly as she tried to adjust to her new body.

“I want that woman to die a painful death, watch as all she holds dear gets destroyed in front of her.” The woman muttered in a creepy, dry voice, the faint beeping echoing ominously around her.

....

Back on the island, Mira successfully launched the first products, though they were sold at the island’s supermarket.

She needed to know the marginal profit and the popularity of goods among both town residents and outsiders before shipping them off the island.

Louis was already making the final adjustments to the juice, and it needed to be tasted before packaging.

The island settled into its daily routine; busy figures could be seen bustling around the town.

But one could feel the festive air around the west lane of the town—a paper figure of two beasts joined together was decorated around the house.

“Who’s the groom?” a curious woman asked, her eyes glimmering with curiosity and gossip.

“I heard he isn’t an employee of the island and came with one of the merchants bringing in goods to the island,” the woman beside her responded in a whisper before heading to the table where open dishes of food were placed.

She served herself and looked around the house, which was decorated with red paper cut into shapes of the newly married soul beasts.

The room was full of people mingling and drinking while waiting for the couple to arrive—soft music played in the background along with the clinking of wine glasses and murmurs.

“They are here! Congratulations!” A woman yelled, cheering as soon as she saw the couple coming out from inside.

Everyone cheered, congratulating them on their marriage, placing gifts on the table, or sending digital envelopes of money into the bride’s account.

The groom, whom everyone was curious about, smiled shyly at the crowd, but his eyes showed no sign of the joy or happiness that usually comes with getting married.

“Thank you, everyone, eat until you’re full and drink until you can’t walk properly! Drink!” the bride yelled enthusiastically, a wild smile spreading across her face as she held her third husband by the waist.

The crowd cheered, the wedding party grew rowdy, and the bride was pulled around to drink with others while the groom went back inside, but not before giving the bride a strange look; a creepy hunger flickered in his eyes before disappearing.

Meanwhile, the bride was unaware of this and partied hard—her only regret was not being able to invite the Island owner to her wedding celebration.

...

Back in the mansion, the sky had darkened a little, and Cyra stirred before opening her eyes.

She sat up, her hair falling loosely over her shoulders and back—her shorts riding up to her thighs, showing off her long, toned legs.

Sleep gradually cleared from her eyes. Yawning, she got out of bed and left the room, heading to her cool room for dinner.

“Evening, wife.” Zane greeted her with a quick kiss on her lips.

He was about to pull back when Cyra drew him closer and deepened the kiss.

She kissed him passionately, her tongue swirling around his as she sucked on his lower lip. Seconds passed, and she finally released him—causing Zane to pant for air.

“That’s the proper way to greet~” Cyra muttered hoarsely, her eyes drifting to his moist lips, and she grew tempted to do more.

An alarm sounded in his mind, and he swiftly backed away and sprinted up the stairs before Cyra could react—clearly fleeing.

Cyra chuckled softly at his cowardly behavior and kept walking to the kitchen—there, she found Viktor, who jumped into her arms.

“Mistress, good evening... I have missed you~” Viktor said coquettishly as she wrapped her arms around her neck, peppering her face with kisses.

Cyra grasped his waist to steady him, nearly overwhelmed by his enthusiasm.

She pushed him forward toward the cold room as he rambled about what he did earlier today, humming and adding a word or two to show she was following.

"Mistress... when are you going to brand me as yours? Hmm? I can’t wait that long.” Viktor licked her earlobe, sending electrifying tingles down her spine and almost causing her to lose her balance.

“Naughty.” Cyra spanked him twice for his action, and he moaned into her ear in response.

“I’ll get everything customized tomorrow... do you want to choose or be surprised?” Cyra asked as she opened the cold room with Viktor in her arms.

He hesitated for a moment, feeling torn between two options: he wanted to shop with her, but at the same time, he wanted to be surprised.

“Can I do both? Maybe choose the handcuffs or whips while you surprise me with the rest," Viktor said unashamedly, not embarrassed by the words leaving his lips.

Cyra walked to the last section, where the rear bloods were kept, and picked up two blood bags before responding.

“Alright. Let me have my dinner, and we’ll choose together... Um, I need to redesign a room for our playroom,” Cyra muttered the last part to herself and turned on her hologram screen as Viktor squealed and kissed her.

She carried Viktor out of the room, headed to the living room, and sat down with Viktor clinging to her.

His head rested on her thighs, and his eyes stayed on her hologram screen; Cyra planned to contact the interior designer.

Cyra drank blood from the blood bag and scrolled through her contact list.

She was about to make a call when she saw Kyle’s message. Opening it, she saw an invitation card hover on her screen and tapped it out of curiosity.

[You’re invited to Madam and Sir’s wedding celebration on the 29th of May. Scan the card for the location.]

Two beasts were displayed standing side by side, with red and gold ribbons connecting them.

Cyra was intrigued and then realized she hadn’t celebrated her wedding with Zane.

‘This is unacceptable.’ This thought flooded her mind, and she started planning a party. She wants everyone to know he belongs to her.

Viktor noticed her engrossed in the wedding invitation. “Do you want to throw on for Zane?” he asked, already knowing the answer before she spoke.

“Hmm, but you have to keep it a secret. I plan to surprise him. Now let’s shop for your kinks,” Cyra muttered, noticing Viktor’s envious gaze brighten with excitement at her words.

“Okay, I can’t wait.” Viktor pressed closer into her arms as she enlarged her hologram screen and looked for reputable sex stores.

They settled into a comfortable silence, Cyra sipping from her blood bag while Viktor blushed with misty eyes as he picked up a pair of handcuffs.

“Are you sure this is one?” Cyra asked, and seeing him hum in response, she saved the image to customize it later.

An hour passed, and Viktor could no longer hide his yawns. His eyelids grew heavy, but a contented smile spread across his face as he buried his face in her stomach and drifted off to sleep.

Cyra gently nudged his nose with a smile before taking him into a room closer to hers and leaving the mansion, heading straight to the wedding party—curious about how it was being celebrated.