Chapter 286: I wish I could eat you instead

She slightly moved back, rubbing the tip of her ear as she shot him a pointed look.

“You know what a punishment means, right? You are not supposed to enjoy it. So... I have changed it into something else, or you won’t learn.” Cyra’s words made Viktor’s eyes widen in disbelief.

“What... you said you would punish—” Cyra cut him off before he could finish.

“Hmm, I’ll punish you, but the punishment has changed. I want you to learn, not reward you for your careless actions regarding your life.” Her tone was serious, showing that nothing he was going to say would change her mind.

“You’ll be staying in my space for two days to mine,” Cyra instructed. Upon seeing his mood lower, her heart softened, and she added, “Whatever gold you mine belongs solely to you.”

Viktor looked up sharply, his eyes crinkling into a bright smile. “Gold... Don’t worry, I promise to work hard and mine—no, reflect on my mistake.” Viktor quickly changed his tune when he felt her cold stare.

“Have dinner before you go in. I’ll send your meals and tools once you’re inside, and make sure to supervise the people inside. Make sure they are mining properly,” Cyra instructed, then rose to her feet, planning to put supplies in her space to make it comfortable for him to mine.

Viktor groaned. All the time he spent getting ready to be punished was a waste. At least he could mine out some fresh cash.

His head dipped as Cyra rubbed his head. “Don’t pout. When you’re done mining, I’ll reward you,” Cyra soothed when she noticed his disappointed expression. She was clearly biased toward him.

Kyle was enduring his punishment in full while he had it easy.

“Hmm. Okay, don’t renege on your promise, or I’ll be upset.” Viktor’s coquettish tone made Zane’s teeth ache.

“Go somewhere else, you two. I’m trying to eat,” Zane grumbled and chewed harshly as he glanced at them with a disgusted expression.

Cyra chuckled softly before sending Viktor into her space, leaving these short parting words.

“Don’t work too much.”

She and the annoyed Zane were left in the room. She rose to her feet and strode over. Before he could react, she stole a kiss from his oil-stained lips.

“Sorry for disturbing your meal, love,” Cyra muttered, her breath washing over his face and causing him to stiffen slightly.

He thought she would let go of his chin, but she deepened the kiss, and his grip on the spoon loosened as he got lost in the sensation.

Their kiss grew heated. Cyra had only planned to steal a kiss and tease him a bit, but the softness of his lips was too tempting, and she couldn’t help but indulge.

It was the sound of his spoon hitting the plate that snapped them awake. Cyra reluctantly released his lips. His oil-stained lips were now clean and glistening, swollen and red from her actions.

Zane greedily sucked in the air, his eyes moist and dazed from her actions. Seeing his cute expression, Cyra was tempted to take him to their room and ravish him.

He unconsciously shivered, and his dazed mind quickly cleared under her heated gaze.

“I’m hungry!” Zane yelled, fearing that if he wasn’t fast enough, they would do more than kiss, and then he would be stuck in bed for the day.

“Pity~ I wish I could eat you instead.” Cyra drawled, her voice laced with desire. She disappeared from the dining room, sensing that if she stayed any longer, she would lose control and have to face an angry Zane when her desire was sated.

Zane, on the other hand, patted his chest in relief. He loved his wife, but her sex drive was too much for him to handle.

He shivered when he thought of how his body ached whenever they were done, even fainting from overwhelming pleasure, and he sensed she still wasn’t satisfied.

“Fortunately, I was having dinner, or I wouldn’t have had an excuse to escape,” Zane murmured as he picked up his spoon.

Reaching for the sauce, he dripped it over the rice and took a bite, his eyes squinting in enjoyment as he got lost in the flavors exploding across his tongue.

Unfortunately, he was happy too soon. He wasn’t able to escape in the end and was thoroughly ravished by Cyra until he lost sensation in his body.

Hours passed. Zane panted like a fish out of water, his back covered in ambiguous red marks and bites, and his voice hoarse from screaming.

“T-Tired... Please let me sleep,” Zane cried out in a hoarse, weak voice before he lost consciousness.

Cyra felt a twinge of guilt and carried him to the bathroom to wash up before changing the wet sheets. She hugged him and closed her eyes to rest.

‘I hope he won’t be angry tomorrow. I couldn’t help it when he kept tempting me.’

These thoughts floated into her mind as she hugged him tighter, nuzzling his neck while breathing in his scent.

...

The forest came alive, birds and insects chirping as morning dew coated the tree leaves. The chef woke up to prepare breakfast for the staff, and the town was getting busy as shops opened and breakfast was being prepared.

Greed was listless at the thought of starting school today. He turned in his nest, groaning as he stared at the cave ceiling.

“Why! Why do I have to learn like humans?! I’m a soul beast, for God’s sake!” Greed cried out, punching the air to vent his frustration.

“My hamster doesn’t love me anymore... Woo-hoo! Why is he putting me through this torture? I need to steal and eat a cookie to soothe my wounded heart.”

He shot to his feet and jumped from the cliff, changing into his true form midair, his wings tearing through the air as he let out a bird call.

Without delay, he flew toward the mansion. When he got closer, he transformed into his human form and sneaked into the mansion.

He looked through the kitchen window and saw the chef’s bustling figure. Sniffing the air, he caught the smell of freshly baked bread and sausage frying, and his mouth watered.

Then his gaze fell on the chocolate and buttermilk biscuits spread out on the tray, and his eyes burst with fierce light, screaming, “Want!”

The woman felt a gaze from the window and turned but saw nothing except the swaying orange tree.

“Must have been my imagination,” she muttered and shrugged the feeling away as she began beating the eggs in the bowl.

Greed patted his thumping chest in relief. He was almost caught. The last time he was caught, his master seized his sweets portion for a month.

He waited patiently for his chance, and once the chef left the kitchen to get something, he smoothly climbed in through the window and dashed toward the tray.

Greed grabbed four pieces of biscuits, two of the same flavor, then rearranged the biscuits, closing the spots where the missing biscuits had been, and jumped out of the window, making his exit.

He didn’t bother stealing the food, knowing he would be served his later, but the biscuits wouldn’t reach his hands once they were served to Zane.

Once he was done wolfing down the biscuits, he walked into the mansion through the front door as if he had just arrived. The crumbs were wiped off the corners of his lips; he made sure not to leave any evidence behind.

He walked straight to the dining room, greeting the cleaning staff he passed while hoping his master would forget about enrolling him in school today.

“Young master, you came right on time. Breakfast’s ready.” The chef called out with a smile, gesturing for him to sit and eat.

“Thank you, Auntie,” Greed called out with an innocent smile as he pulled out the chair and sat.

His gaze fell on the stairs, waiting for his master to appear at any moment...but time passed without Zane’s figure appearing.