Transmigrated into a reversed world-Chapter 252: you know how crazy they both are!

Five days faded away in a haze. Three figures were sprawled on the bed, tangled in the sheets. The morning breeze played with the curtains, and birdsong drifted in through the open window, gentle and relaxed.

Viktor snuggled deeper into Cyra’s embrace, his fingers slipping into her clothes, glancing at her closed eyes, then he became bolder with his actions.

Zane lay on the far side of the bed, his brow twitching as the morning sunlight crept through the window and warmed his face.

Cyra’s eyelashes fluttered slightly at Viktor’s action, but she made no move to stop him, curious about what he would do next.

Viktor’s fingers caressed her stomach, moving upward toward her chest. He paused for a moment, and seeing she didn’t react, he shyly caressed her breasts, gently, but froze when he unexpectedly met her clear eyes.

Viktor let out a short cry and jerked his hands away, his face reddening in embarrassment at being caught red-handed.

“Umm... I—” he tried to explain, but fumbled over his words.

Cyra let out a lazy chuckle and gently flicked his forehead. “You didn’t have to hide. Since you’re mine, I’m also yours... just tell me when you want it~” she finished in a sultry, teasing tone, her fingers tracing softly over his forehead.

Viktor almost got a nosebleed from her words and the obvious invitation in her voice.

“You both should tone it down. I want to sleep.” Zane’s drowsy tone carried clear irritation. He groaned and pulled the bedcovers over his head to block their voices.

Cyra kept him awake all night; his waist ached, and hickeys covered every part of his body, showing how intense last night truly was.

“Sorry, love.” Cyra felt a pang of guilt as she pressed a kiss to his forehead under the bedcovers. She hoisted Viktor by the waist and left the room in long strides.

Viktor’s eyes flickered with envy at Zane’s figure, wishing he were the one making love to Cyra last night—their loud moans kept him awake all night, and he could only grit his teeth and block his ears with music.

It was only after everything was over that he crept into their bed and burrowed into Cyra’s arms, finally able to sleep.

“What are you thinking about?” Cyra’s fingers traced around his waistline, her tone laced with curiosity at his sudden quietness. “Or are you shy?” she teased, a soft smile curving her lips.

“Humph, you both were going at it all night, I couldn’t even sleep," Viktor pouted, jealousy clear in his voice.

Cyra’s eyes held laughter, but she didn’t let it out, or Viktor might get mad at her.

“I apologize for my forgetfulness. Next time, I’ll remember to ravish you after I’m done with Zane... you wouldn’t have to be jealous,” Cyra admitted in a serious tone, though a teasing glint flickered across her eyes.

Viktor bit her neck when he caught the teasing undertone in her voice, his face so red it looked like smoke might start rising from his head.

Cyra chuckled, patting his behind as she carried him into another room.

“Alright, I’ll satisfy tonight after we return home. Now, I want to sleep," Cyra muttered with a yawn, escaping her lips as she lay on the bed with him in her arms.

Viktor snorted and turned to the side in an attempt to ignore her—only for Cyra to roll him back and claim his lips in a deep, possessive kiss.

Viktor’s mind drifted into a daze. His hand slid around her neck, pulling her close as he responded with the same desire that matched her own.

Cyra’s tongue rolled around his before she caught his lower lip between hers. When they parted, a thin string of moisture still clung between their lips.

“Tonight,” Cyra promised, but circumstances prevented her from fulfilling that promise.

...

“Finally, she would be leaving tonight.” One of the family heads gathered and muttered, relieved.

Around the round table sat the other family heads, though Lilly, the vampire clan’s head, was noticeably absent.

Some clinked their wine glasses in celebration; the table was filled with assorted dishes; they were elated and celebrating Cyra’s departure.

Sigh... it will take some time before the beasts in the center area come out of their fear.” Another woman muttered, her tone filled with helpless regret. Still, a lingering fear thumped in her chest, imagining them taking the brunt of Cyra’s beatings instead of the beasts—she could only feel pity for the beasts and nothing else; her own life was more important.

Her words made some shiver and grip their glasses tightly in fear.

“We shouldn’t hunt those beasts and give them time to reproduce,” The blue-haired woman suggested, thinking it was what they could do for the beasts in gratitude for taking the fall for them.

Others nodded and quickly drank the wine in their glasses to soothe their fears.

“But who’s going to tell her about the attack on her island? It’s been two days already... we should let her know before she starts thinking we’re all in on it,” Julia remarked with a frown. The situation was tricky—if they didn’t handle it well, they could all end up in serious trouble.

Though they seem isolated from the world, they still know what is happening outside their island—since their spies are placed in all the Aristocrat families—and they were the first to learn about the attacks on Desire Island.

“Our spies brought back a report about the island. It was completely protected by her butler and guard... how did she train those two? They’re too strong,” a woman in glasses reported, her voice laced with awe and curiosity at how Cyra’s people could fend off waves of attacks without even disturbing the island’s peace.

“I think we should tell her, and mention our suspicions that the undead woman had a hand in it. That woman’s too troublesome to deal with, and Cyra might be able to end her once and for all,” the blue-haired man suggested, his selfish intent thinly veiled as he hoped to use Cyra to defeat their enemy.

Discussion echoed around the table, with some sharing ideas or discussing the possibilities of going along with the blue-haired woman’s plans.

“Alright, it’s settled. We’ll go along with Ivy’s plan and tell her about the undead woman—she definitely had a hand in this attack,” Julia announced. Everyone nodded in agreement before returning to their merry eating and drinking, though each of them was mentally bracing to face Cyra later.

...

The moons were displayed against the vast stretch of golden sands, extending beyond where their eyes could see.

The desert city flourished in this arid landscape, its streets bustling with nightlife and chatter from people whose faces were partially covered by transparent, glass-like masks. These masks protected against the dust while still showing the wearers’ features. Some were decorated with intricate designs, combining protection with aesthetic flair.

But inside the mansion, the women gathered were in foul moods over their numerous failures under the butler’s hand—they only wanted the crystal stream and nothing more.

“Send those twins to the island. I want that butler dead,” the leader ordered, ready to use her trump card against Kyle.

“We shouldn’t!’’

“No, it’s overkill; you know how crazy they both are!”

“We can wait for another city to wear him down before we deliver the final blow!”

Words of protest rippled through the room, but the woman stood firm in her decision.

“Enough! We can’t afford to wait for others to reap the bigger gains! We’re sending the twins, and that’s final. Meeting dismissed.” With that, the woman turned on her heel and left the room before anyone could respond.

The others exchanged glances, then sighed at the thought of dealing with those crazy women—those two were supernaturals, hiding from the supernatural island.