Valkyrie Flavor Tasting Guide

Rita really knows how to pinpoint his weaknesses every time.

This won't do! How can I, the dignified captain of the Hyperion, be manipulated by a mere maid like you?!

"Don't blame me, Rita!"

At this moment, as the thumb gently pressed the switch, the frequency of Rita's vibration could be felt even through her suit pants. Rita on the podium suddenly paused, her knuckles clenching the lesson plan so tightly that her fingertips turned bluish-white.

The ultra-thin stockings she had specially chosen that morning were now being lifted by his fingertips. With a soft "rip," a tear snaked up from her ankle, revealing the delicate skin beneath. He could see Rita's calf muscles tense instantly, and her toes unconsciously curled up beneath her skirt.

The little toys Lu Mo gave her already forced Rita to grit her teeth and suppress her current happiness, and with Lu Mo teasing her like this, the blush on her face became impossible to hide.

"Well"

Rita's elbows resting on the podium caused her neckline to open slightly. She bit her lower lip and pressed herself down, subtly separating her knees by half an inch, making it easier for Lu Mo's hand, resting under the table, to touch the inside of her thigh. The edge of the torn stocking brushed against his palm, sending a slightly ticklish sensation through him, while the delicate muscles of her legs rose and fell gently with her breath.

"Just like the spacetime fracture technology that was most representative of the previous generation of Valkyrie armor, the current research direction for the new generation of Valkyrie armor, with Kiana's help, is miniaturization simulation..."

Rita continued her lecture while sitting on the podium, using body language to express her pleading with Lu Mo.

Stop now, her body simply can't take it anymore.

However, it was clear that Lu Mo would not allow Rita to have her way.

"call"

The spot where she was sitting instantly turned icy cold, as Rita had made direct contact with the chair under the podium.

Holding a small prop that Rita liked even more, Lu Mo made Rita experience an even worse situation.

"Hang in there until the end of get out of class, Rita!"

The props that Lu Mo took out could no longer be called "small".

There are still a full twenty minutes left before get out of class ends.

Rita's fear also rose at this moment.

This development is terrifying!

Lord Lu Mo is trying to kill me!!!

If this continues, I really might die on my way to class!

During the second half of the class, Rita completely became a walking corpse.

He mechanically repeated his lesson plan.

When Rita regained consciousness, she had forgotten how she left the classroom. She only found herself lying on a bed in the school infirmary, while Lu Mo lay on her chest, continuing to play with her.

"Captain~"

Rita hid her emotions well, and even switched to another form of address.

"Next time, could you please not bully Rita like that?"

"But Rita, your body isn't telling me that~"

Lu Mo sat on Rita's chest with a wicked grin on his face.

The human body is the easiest thing to betray.

This doesn't mean that Rita actually wanted it.

Rather, if someone really wants to do something to you, even if they are unwilling, their body will respond.

"Lu Mo...Sir"

Rita noticed that the sheets in the school clinic were in need of being changed, and a blush crept onto her face.

So, do you still want it now?

Lu Mo was confident that he could hold on for another whole day.

I can do it all day!

"Of course, I don't have any classes this afternoon!"

As for the classroom, other teachers announced that Kep (Lu Mo) had a special physical condition and excellent grades, and could apply for exemption from classes and courses.

Commonly known as special admissions students.

This is not difficult to understand.

It takes exceptional talent, one in ten thousand, to get into St. Freya.

The identity Lu Mo used in St. Freya was even more outrageous in its design.

A genius who completed the entire academic year's curriculum in just one week of school.

So when the teacher introduced "Kep" as his identity, the others accepted the fact that Lu Mo hadn't come to class.

"So...Miss Rita came to the infirmary specifically because she's not feeling well?"

Lu Mo continued the storyline as it had previously unfolded.

Seeing Lu Mo's change in expression, Rita also switched into character mode.

"Shut up!"

Rita, after being toyed with by Lu Mo for an entire class, is now forced to obey Lu Mo's threats and humiliatingly go to a secluded place to accept Lu Mo's further exploitation of her persona.

"Miss Rita is really stubborn."

Lu Mo patted Rita's cheek.

"But even if your lips are tough, they're still soft when you kiss them."

As he spoke, Lu Mo drew the curtain of the school clinic, freeing Rita from her restraint once again.

Poor Rita, her clothes that she just changed into are now sticky again.

Rita's voice was noticeably more engaged in the second performance compared to her first, more unrestrained one.

The resentment of being forcibly pushed down intensified considerably.

But Rita was actually much more excited than at noon—because the school clinic was Lost Rosemary's territory.

In a sense, Rita is...

"I'll come to your house, use your bed, and sleep with your husband!"

A sense of exhilaration at successfully taking away something lost from Rosemary made Rita revel in Lu Mo's current aggression towards her.

Completely unaware that a great calamity was about to befall them.

The school clinic at St. Freya Academy has a much weaker presence compared to those in ordinary schools.

After all, the Great Collapse is over, so there's very little chance of getting injured.

Surely you didn't hurt yourself playing video games?

Therefore, it's impossible for Lost Rosemary to have been away from her place for so long!

Chapter 144 Rita, handcuffed and watching herself with rosemary green

"Oh my, I never expected this! You actually dared to sneak into my territory to eat! You've got some nerve!" Lost Rosemary hooked her fingertips around the edge of the curtains and gently tugged, pulling the blackout curtains aside. She tilted her head, surveying the scene on the bed, a half-smile playing on her lips, her eyes slightly raised in amusement.

Lost Rosemary pulled back the curtains Lu Mo had drawn, giving him a playful look as he pressed down on Rita. The curtain fabric made a soft rustling sound as it slid through her hands, and sunlight streamed into the room, casting a hazy glow over the three of them.

"Oh, it's Miss Eileen. What's wrong? Are you jealous seeing Lord Lu Mo and me being so intimate?" Rita lay on the bed, her gray-silver hair spread out on the pillow, a faint smile playing on her lips. She looked up at the dejected Rosemary standing by the window, her eyes slightly upturned, her tone carrying a hint of nonchalant teasing. Her fingers lightly rested on Lu Mo's arm, her fingertips unconsciously tracing the fabric of his cuff.

"Hehe, why should I be jealous of someone who can't even get into the core competitive circle?" Lost Rosemary chuckled softly, her tone casual, her fingertips idly playing with the ends of her hair.

If we divide Lu Mo's harem into the intrinsic world and the quantum sea.

The core circle of the harem in this world naturally consists of the three starter families, Fu Hua.

The harem in the Sea of ​​Quanta naturally revolves around Rosemary, Stargazing, and the other two under the moon.

The phrase "lost rosemary" undoubtedly implies to Rita that the two are not on the same level.

She doesn't need to argue with her.

"Captain, I've brought you everything you requested. Would you like me to put it in everyone's food?" Rita turned to look at Lu Mo, a sly glint in her eyes.

She took a small glass bottle from her sleeve, filled with a clear liquid that shimmered slightly in the sunlight. Her fingers gently caressed the bottle as she awaited Lu Mo's response, her smile widening as if she could already imagine the amusing scene that might unfold.

The two people Kiana brought are now professionally in charge of the current pharmaceutical work.

Various "love potions" that are useful to Lu Mo have already been put into production.

"What a captain you are! Anyone who didn't know better would think the Hyperion came with the Quantum Sea!" Rita stared sharply at Rosemary, her tone laced with a hint of teasing and dissatisfaction.

The Hyperion of Destiny is the real deal! The harem in the Sea of ​​Quanta is merely a byproduct. Rita continued to retort without backing down, her expression serious and earnest, as if upholding some kind of dignity belonging to Destiny.

"Hehehehe," Rosemary chuckled softly, her voice carrying a hint of allure. She slowly placed her hand on Lu Mo's shoulder, her fingers gently guiding his movements so that he could more clearly feel the lines and contours of his body.

Beneath her white lab coat, her figure exuded a unique charm. The well-fitting white lab coat accentuated her graceful figure, conveying both professional rigor and feminine softness, making it impossible not to take a second look.

"Little brother Lu Mo has missed his sister so much!"

Lost Rosemary paid no heed to the fact that Lu Mo was still galloping on Rita's back, and chuckled as she stroked Lu Mo's chest.

Lost and confused, her fingertips were warm to the touch, and her brows and eyes were full of barely suppressed mischievous laughter. She leaned forward slightly, and the hem of her white coat swayed with the movement, creating tiny folds.

The character script that Lost Rosemary received was—

The stepsister who is the school doctor at St. Freya, who tames her beloved younger brother.

They provided Lu Mo with countless drugs to help him complete his mission.

Yes, all the drugs manufactured by those two people were handed over to Lu Mo by Lost Rosemary.

According to this character's script, although it is actually Rosemary's first time being intimate with Lu Mo, in the setting, Lu Mo and Lost Rosemary have already indulged in countless intimate moments behind their parents' backs.

This stepsister has long been willing to be her brother's pet.

Rosemary really liked this concept.

"Come... taste your sister's flavor, is it the same as before?" "Come... taste your sister's flavor, is it the same as before?" Lost Rosemary's fingertips deftly unbuttoned the white coat, tearing it open from top to bottom. When the fabric separated, it revealed a simple black camisole underneath, the shoulder strap leaving a light red mark below her collarbone.

Compared to Rita, who needed to create an opportunity for Lu Mo to force Rita, Rosemary's plan was much simpler.

"Sister~!?"

Lu Mo's call, tinged with a hint of coquetry, suddenly rang out in the room, the last syllable rising slightly like a spring breeze brushing past the eaves, carrying an undeniable intimacy. His eyelashes cast delicate shadows beneath his eyes, the corners of his lips unconsciously turned up, and a mischievousness and dependence lurked in his gaze as he looked at the lost and bewildered Rosemary. His fingertips unconsciously twisted the hem of his clothes, revealing a rare touch of childlike innocence.

Lu Mo's call of "sister" instantly captivated Lost Rosemary. Her pupils contracted slightly in an instant, the curve of her lips deepened unconsciously, and she seemed to be infused with a soft power, even her fingertips exuding a touch of tenderness.

When we were in the Sea of ​​Quanta, we didn't see Lu Mo acting cute at all!

"Open your mouth and taste how sweet the milk candy I made for you is."

She leaned down slightly and gently placed the candy to Lu Mo's lips. The warmth of her fingertips almost radiated through the candy wrapper. Her gaze was fixed on Lu Mo's lips, as if she were anticipating a sweet feast.

Lost Rosemary let Lu Mo savor the sweet taste while watching Rita, who was pinned down by Lu Mo, with great interest. A hint of amusement flashed in her eyes, and a teasing smile was hidden in the corner of her lips. Her fingers unconsciously caressed the hem of her skirt, as if she were enjoying an interesting drama.

"By the way, my brother's prey seems quite disobedient."

Before she could finish speaking, Lost Rosemary's fingertips had already touched the handcuffs in her pocket, the coolness of the metal seeping through her fingertips. Her gaze swept over Rita, watching the other's slight struggle, her smile widening, her tone laced with a hint of mockery, as if discussing the most mundane of everyday matters.

Lost Rosemary casually pulled out the handcuffs, feeling a pang of regret.

Having once used the identity of Eileen Adler, she was quite engrossed in her detective and phantom thief games with Lu Mo.

Eileen, who knew that Lu Mo liked to play with a variety of tastes, really liked this development.

"Eileen" inadvertently falls into a trap set by Captain Holmes.

As the mechanism was activated, metal robotic arms extended from all directions, their cold touch instantly wrapping around her limbs and firmly fixing her to the wall. Various oddly shaped instruments surrounded her, some emitting a soft hum, others flashing lights with unreadable meanings, as if announcing the detective's "victory."

She was bound by these strange machines and could not move. She could only watch Lu Mo approach step by step, but she felt no fear. Instead, she felt a surge of excitement.

She would gladly accept having her limbs cut off and being used as a tool by Lu Mo.

Those ideas about being bound and "reformed" were not painful to her. She imagined how unique the interaction between the two would be if she really became a "tool" in Lu Mo's hands. This almost obsessive thought gave her a strange sense of satisfaction in her trapped situation.

"She should be taught a good lesson."

The voice of Lost Rosemary carried an undeniable authority. Before she finished speaking, she swiftly handcuffed Rita's hands to the metal rings on the headboard. The crisp sound of the handcuffs closing echoed in the room. Rita's wrists were tightly bound, forcing her body into a slightly contorted position against the headboard. Her hair was disheveled, and a look of humiliation appeared on her face, yet a complex, almost imperceptible emotion lurked deep within her eyes.

The props were clearly prepared for himself, but he used them on Rita, the rival he could least accept—it didn't matter who he lost to, but he absolutely couldn't lose to himself.

"And this too, open your mouth obediently." Lost Rosemary held the transparent medicine bottle between her fingertips, gently stroking the bottle with her fingertips, a sly smile playing on her lips. She knelt beside the hospital bed, her other hand gently supporting Rita's nape, her fingertips gliding along her flaxen hair, and with an irresistible tenderness, brought the mouth of the medicine bottle close to Rita's slightly parted lips.

The medicine slowly flowed into Rita's mouth from the bottle, its bitter taste spreading across her tongue. Rita instinctively tried to turn her head away, but Lost Rosemary's other hand firmly pressed down on her shoulder, her knuckles turning a pale white from the pressure. "No, no, if this continues, I'll get undressed," she whispered, her voice slightly breathless, the end of her sentence broken by the medicine. Drops of liquid, still clinging to her eyelashes from her struggle, slid down her flushed cheeks.

This wasn't acting; she was genuinely afraid that her love rival would cause her trouble.