Valkyrie Flavor Tasting Guide

"Don't worry, this is the school clinic. You don't need to worry about dehydration. I'll take care of you."

Rita's cheeks were flushed red, almost as if they could bleed. The collar of her once-fitting white uniform was slightly open, revealing her delicate collarbone, and her breathing became somewhat rapid. Seeing this, Lost Rosemary suddenly turned around, took Lu Mo's hand, and held his palm tightly with her fingertips. She pulled him behind the screen in the corner of the school clinic. The beige curtain rustled softly, concealing their intertwined figures.

"Oh, right, don't forget this!" Lost Rosemary suddenly peeked out from behind the screen, displaying Lu Mo's undergarments with a triumphant air, her fingertips lightly twirling the hem, a mischievous glint in her eyes. With a flick of her wrist, the undergarments arced through the air, landing precisely on Rita's face. The edge of the fabric brushed against Rita's eyelashes, the soft touch causing her to blink involuntarily.

"The Taste of Lord Lu Mo"

With her face covered, Rita no longer needed to act like she was being threatened. She slightly twisted her head to let the cloth covering her face completely cover her cheeks, and began to greedily savor Lu Mo's taste.

"It still retains the warmth from this morning~"

Lost Rosemary then affectionately carried Lu Mo to the table and beckoned to him.

Would you like to give your sister a physical examination?

"Right now, your file should only contain our height and weight data, and maybe our bust, waist, and hip measurements."

Lost Rosemary displays a bunch of props, including vernier calipers and pressure scales.

"Don't you want to know just how heavy that basketball you're holding right now is!"

"It's definitely not a watermelon!"

Then, he leaned down slightly and placed a gentle kiss on Rosemary's cheek.

"If you want watermelon, it might take a little longer!" Rosemary felt the touch on her cheek, her body stiffened slightly, then returned to normal. Her voice carried a hint of helplessness, yet remained gentle, her gaze slightly lowered, as if she were recalling something.

Although I haven't encountered them in the Sea of ​​Quanta, Lost Rosemary does have information about those few people.

It will probably take some time before they win the revival match and appear in this timeline.

Those watermelon-sized ones will probably have to wait a while longer for Lu Mo to be able to taste them.

Or perhaps, Rosemary could use some medication on herself, and with its help, her body could grow to a level that would please Lu Mo. She imagined the ripples that might appear in Lu Mo's eyes when he looked at her, and the possibility that she could compete with some of the others.

They completely disregarded the potential impact of drug overdose on her health, potentially causing irreversible damage. As long as this goal was achieved, all risks were negligible.

But she quickly gave up. That S-rank Valkyrie, Lu Mo's white moonlight, didn't become Lu Mo's white moonlight because of her figure.

"Damn it... This was supposed to be a chance to enjoy myself, but because of this bitch..." Rita's nails dug deep into her palms, and her voice was squeezed out between her teeth.

Rosemary, who didn't need to act, made sounds even more appalling than her. The slight creaking of the metal bed frame, mixed with intermittent low moans, came from the other side of the wall, and Rita felt her temples throbbing.

Her wrists were rubbed red by the handcuffs, but she was completely unaware of it, only biting her lower lip tightly until she tasted blood.

Rosemary's voice was filled with undisguised joy and intimacy; each syllable was like a dull knife, slowly sawing at her nerves. The hands of the wall clock moved exceptionally slowly, each second hand accompanied by the faint rustling sounds coming from next door, grinding her reason into powder bit by bit.

But she could only listen to Lu Mo and Rosemary's intimate sounds while handcuffed here. It was truly—torture, absolutely unbearable torture!

I've never been so humiliated before!

Every soft laugh, every rustle of clothing, reminded her of her current predicament.

The pain in her wrist intertwined with the burning sensation in her heart, causing her to let out a suppressed whimper, which was quickly drowned out by the noise coming from next door. Time seemed to drag on endlessly in this double torment, as if every second was pushing her to the brink of collapse.

Chapter 145 In the basement, Rosemary was hung up for intimate moments.

It's hard to say whether it's good luck or bad luck—although Lu Mo's physical strength is not a concern, the intensity of Lu Mo's intimacy with Rosemary, which had already been intimate with Rita several times, was not to the point that Rita would be exhausted.

Fortunately, Rosemary didn't have to worry about becoming exhausted from excessive intimacy; unfortunately, such intensity left Rosemary feeling unsatisfied.

She seemed to only feel truly satisfied when they were intimate to the point of exhaustion, completely drained of energy. And Lu Mo, with his excellent physical condition, was perfectly capable of continuing the intimate rhythm with Lost Rosemary, fulfilling her latent expectations.

"It seems that Rosemary is indeed not as important as Rita in Lord Lu Mo's heart?!" Lost Rosemary said deliberately in a teasing tone, her words full of sarcasm, obviously wanting to see how Lu Mo would react.

The tone, clearly teasing, left Lu Mo somewhat amused and exasperated. He raised his hand, slightly annoyed, and gently patted the little upturned bottom of the dejected Rosemary, the gesture carrying both a hint of reproach and tenderness.

When her palm touched that soft texture, her fingertips unconsciously rubbed it gently twice, as if silently responding to her playfulness.

Lu Mo even felt that he might actually love Lost Rosemary more.

After all, when he was in love with Rosemary, he never stopped playing with her long hair.

Her long, flowing hair, with its unique charm, was as smooth as silk, and every time my fingertips ran through the strands, I could feel its delicate texture.

The scent of rosemary emanating from her hair was even more intoxicating to him. The faint fragrance lingered around his nose, making him unconsciously more involved when he was intimate with Rosemary, and he was completely immersed in this intimate atmosphere.

She emphasized the name "Rita" intentionally or unintentionally, both to remind Lu Mo of her identity and to subtly tease the Rita without the prefix. Her eyes were slightly upturned, and her tone carried a hint of barely perceptible smugness, as if silently declaring her unique position in Lu Mo's eyes and her confidence that she could please him more than the other Rita.

“Besides that, I have a little gift for you,” Rosemary said, walking down the steps with graceful and composed movements. Her fingers lightly touched the wall of the school clinic, her fingertips rhythmically tapping on the surface.

As she tapped, a slight mechanical turning sound came from inside the wall, as if some hidden mechanism was being activated. The bricks in the wall moved silently, revealing a hidden gap. Then, the entire wall slowly slid to one side, revealing the hidden space behind it.

"Could it be?" Lu Mo looked at the changes before him, a hint of understanding flashing in his eyes. His eyebrows unconsciously rose slightly, his tone carrying a touch of surprise and anticipation.

Kiana's preparations were so thorough? Was she worried that we wouldn't be able to freely express ourselves on campus?

As expected of Kiana. So knowledgeable—after all, she's the one in the harem who knows all sorts of fun and intrigue.

Just as Lu Mo had suspected, Kiana had meticulously built a secret base beneath St. Freya Academy. This base was hidden deep within the campus, unknown to anyone, seemingly a private space exclusively for them.

No, it should be said that it must be private property; no one else could possibly fulfill this requirement.

When the walls are fully opened, revealing the interior, a wide corridor stretches into the distance, with soft lighting installed on the walls on both sides illuminating the path ahead. The entire base is clearly meticulously designed, with every type of space included.

In this secret base, whether you want to experience the joy of being imprisoned in a dungeon or try other fun gameplay, you can easily achieve your goal.

The first floor is a dungeon, the second floor is a bar, and the third floor is an underground labyrinth that Kiana has completely built, which can be called a "paradise".

This place is like a paradise created specifically for their intimate interactions, full of endless possibilities, making Lu Mo even more excited about what's to come.

"There are many more good things!"

Lost Rosemary gently pried open the handcuffs with her fingertips, the metal ring snapping open with a "click." She casually placed the handcuffs on the bedside table, her gaze falling on Rita, who was handcuffed at the foot of the bed. Rita's silver-blue eyes churned with obvious resentment, her eyelashes still glistening with the sweat of passion, her lips slightly swollen, and her hair disheveled and plastered to her forehead—a far cry from her usual elegant head maid's demeanor.

Although Rita and Lu Mo were intimate many times, they were always restricted in their interactions and could never enjoy themselves as much as Rosemary did.

This left Rita with no way to resist Rosemary's victorious smile in front of her.

Rosemary looked at Rita's tense body, a smug smile playing on her lips. She reached out and brushed aside a stray strand of Rita's hair. Rita turned her face away, her wrists still adjusting to the release from restraint, and struggled unconsciously, which only deepened the smile in Rosemary's eyes.

"Those two bitches, Cocolia and Raven, even if they're redeeming themselves, it's still going too far," Rita cursed inwardly.

Although these two were indeed quite knowledgeable about drug research back then, those were all drugs related to Honkai. How come you two are so good at this kind of drug that helps couples get along?

If Cocolia and Raven knew, they would definitely roll their eyes at this old rival.

The medicine is of such high quality that it's our fault? Who am I supposed to talk to?

"Since we're here, we don't have to worry about being discovered. But if we're really talking about it, I'm afraid you'd rather be discovered, sir?"

After all, in St. Freya, if the people who saw Lu Mo being intimate with them weren't part of Lu Mo's harem, they would easily be conquered by Lu Mo and become members of his harem after seeing it.

“We can give it a try!” Lu Mo smiled and reached out, grabbing Rosemary’s wrist and pulling her closer to him. His palm was hot, tightly enveloping Rosemary’s wrist, his fingertips gently caressing the skin on the inside of her wrist.

“For example, in a little while!” Lu Mo’s voice was deep and slightly hoarse. These words made Rosemary’s body tense instantly, a tingling sensation rising from the base of her spine and spreading throughout her body. The scene from just now flashed through her mind again—Lu Mo’s kiss, his touch—making her feel hot all over.

She knew what Lu Mo meant by "in a while".

Having witnessed Lu Mo's intimacy with others, she knew very well that every time he spoke in such a commanding tone, it would be followed by even more intense intimacy.

As their intimacy deepened, Lu Mo gained a more profound understanding of her body, always finding ways to make her lose control. What new tricks will he use this time?

Rosemary looked at the light gleaming in Lu Mo's eyes, and her heart raced involuntarily. She knew that no matter what happened next, she would be swept away by this joy.

Rita watched all this from the sidelines, feeling both resentful and unable to suppress her anticipation, wondering what surprises Lu Mo would bring next.

She refused to believe that Lu Mo would abandon her the moment he saw Rosemary.

"So, next, it'll be time to handcuff you?" Lu Mo said as he walked toward the X-shaped execution rack in the center of the basement. His fingers lightly traced the leather restraints on the rack, and he turned to Lost Rosemary behind him, half-jokingly saying this.

“If this is what you wish for.” Lost Rosemary replied, her eyes lowered, her tone carrying undisguised obedience.

She walked slowly toward the execution rack, her white coat swaying gently with her steps, her hair falling over her shoulders, her gaze calmly fixed on the restraints on the rack, as if she were about to face not possible torture, but some kind of devout ritual, without any intention of resistance.

Execution? That was clearly the captain's way of showing him affection.

"Very good, very good, very good." Lu Mo's warm palm gently pressed against Rosemary's body, his fingertips able to feel the slight beating of her chest. Hearing a soft moan escape her throat, his smile deepened, a satisfied light shining in his eyes. His fingers lingered for a moment before slowly moving away.

Rita bit her lip, her hands unconsciously clenching the half-unbuttoned hem of her skirt.

"She's really getting a good deal and then acting innocent," Rita muttered to herself, her eyes darting between Rosemary and Lu Mo.

Can your situation be the same as mine? She couldn't help but recall the scene of being forced to take the drugs, and the discomfort caused by the drugs still hasn't subsided.

Right now, only by tightly hugging Lu Mo's arm and letting his scent fill her nostrils can she suppress the burning desire within her that makes her overthink, and only then can her body calm down a little.

However, Rita knew that now was not the time to argue with Rosemary. She took a deep breath, forcibly shifting her attention away from her discomfort, and refocused her gaze on the two people in front of her. She slowly loosened her grip, forcing herself to remain quiet.

If she can't satisfy Lu Mo, then it's meaningless for her to argue with Rosemary about who's better.

"But I prefer it this way!"

Before Lost Rosemary could react, Lu Mo had somehow picked up the iron chain in the basement and, to Rosemary's astonishment, locked her hands and dangled her in mid-air.

"Do you miss the feeling of being bullied by me, Rosemary?" Lu Mo's voice was somewhat mocking. He stood in front of Rosemary, his gaze sweeping over her suspended body from top to bottom, a meaningful smile playing on his lips.

Lu Mo reminded Lost Rosemary that the role she was now playing was that of his "adopted sister," who had become his pet's servant long ago.

The next thing to do is to act as if they are very familiar with Lu Mo's next manipulative tactics.

After all, this character had been manipulated by his master, Lu Mo, for several years.

She parted her lips slightly, revealing a flattering smile, and her body unconsciously leaned towards Lu Mo. Her wrists gently rotated in the handcuffs, producing a soft metallic clanging sound.

"As expected, my little brother is still so amazing." Rosemary's voice trembled slightly, and a blush rose on her face.

She looked at Lu Mo with a mixture of doting affection as an "adopted sister" and a feeling of being restrained, along with excitement.

Rosemary was both excited and nervous as she experienced being suspended for the first time. She could feel the chains gripping her wrists tightly, suspending her body in mid-air, her arms stretched to an unfamiliar angle, and a slight soreness spreading through her muscles.

The feeling of weightlessness made her heart race involuntarily, her throat tighten, and her fingers curled and opened, trying to adjust to this unusual position. Her gaze was fixed on Lu Mo, not missing a single, subtle movement from him.

She, who had never made a mistake before, had never been trapped like this before.

Now, however, she was bound by simple chains, completely losing her initiative. This contrast made her ears burn, and her fingertips unconsciously dug into her palms, feeling the slight stinging pain as a reminder of her current predicament.

Now, having willingly handed herself over to Lu Mo and being handcuffed and bullied by him like this, it was an incredibly novel experience for her. She could feel Lu Mo's gaze roaming over her, and the feeling of being watched sent a shiver down her spine.

As he breathed, an imaginary wind swept across her arms, causing her to tremble involuntarily and let out a soft plea.

How would Lu Mo bully her next? Countless possibilities flashed through Rosemary's mind, each one making her heart race.

She watched Lu Mo walk toward the cabinet to the side, her eyes following his movements closely, wondering what kind of "toy" he would take out.

She had witnessed Lu Mo's previous intimacy with other people, which involved being slapped a few times without feeling any pain.

Now that she's hanging up, Lu Mo might use a whip to make her "relive" her memories.

Given her physical condition, even the thickest whip would only leave a few marks on their bodies, without causing them enough excruciating pain.

Realizing this, Rosemary's face even turned bright red on its own, and her expression toward Lu Mo became grim.

Her earlobes were bright red, and the corners of her eyes were slightly moist. Her gaze held both anticipation and a hint of nervousness, as if she were waiting for the "punishment" that was about to come.

"Wow, that acting is amazing!"

Rita had just clicked her tongue at Rosemary's more natural acting, but then realized what was happening.

The story of Lost Rosemary may not have been staged at all.

Because Rita would also show this expression if she put herself in the shoes of Lost Rosemary.

"Master, it's time to reward your pet!" Rosemary, hanging up, made a heartfelt plea.

What appeared to outsiders as a humiliating development was actually filled with fervor beneath the dejected and bewildered expression of Rosemary.

Lu Mo subconsciously sensed that something was amiss.

I'm going to humiliate and bully you badly, isn't your expression a bit off?

However, Lu Mo quickly realized what was happening.

After all, Rosemary truly loved and was infatuated with him, so for her, whether it was acting or real, as long as it made him happy, she didn't care what she was done to him.

Chapter 146 The rider is delivering your harem to your door.

"huhu"

The breaths of Rita and Lost Rosemary mingled in the basement as they hung suspended in the air, the leather straps around their wrists making a soft, rustling sound with each slight sway. Lost Rosemary's long hair hung loosely, a few strands clinging to her sweaty forehead, while Rita's pale eyelashes still held traces of moisture, and the corners of her lips retained the delicate, luscious marks of their recent lovemaking.

The two women were no longer in the mood for confrontation. Their eyes, glazed over from the ordeal, held a lingering, burning pleasure. Both women gleamed with amusement as they recalled the pleasure Lu Mo had given them from head to toe using various tools. They clearly remembered Lu Mo gently brushing a feather brush dipped in medicine across their shoulders, dripping the warm liquid onto their necks, until the heat solidified into clumps. The tingling sensation that spread from their skin to their nerve endings still lingered throughout their bodies.

If Lu Mo suddenly turned into a villain and treated them this way, it might drive them completely insane.

But it was precisely Lu Mo's love, a blend of gentleness and fierceness, that made them so fascinated.

"Lord Lu Mo," Rita said softly, her voice slightly hoarse and delicate. She turned her wrist, making the straps creak, and a faint smile appeared on her lips.