Valkyrie Flavor Tasting Guide

"What's Lilia's opinion?" Lu Mo's gaze shifted from Rosalia to Lilia on the other side.

The two sisters have always been very in sync, but he still chose to confirm the thoughts of the little girl who always had a droopy tail before making an important decision—even though he knew the answer would most likely be the same as her sister's.

After all, Lu Mo still cherished them. If they really didn't want to dance such an embarrassing dance, he wouldn't force them.

"If the captain likes it, Lilia will dance!"

Lilia's voice trailed off, as if she had just been woken from a nap, and she spoke lazily. Her tail, which should have been hanging down behind her, was unusually swaying frequently, creating a stark contrast with the indifferent expression on her face.

Although her tone was indifferent, a hint of barely perceptible expectation flashed in her eyes—this was probably the clumsy way a quiet girl would try to make a move.

"In that case... let's get ready to begin!" Lu Mo put the two Ritas down while waiting for the two little ones to learn to dance.

It doesn't need to be exactly the same, just have a general feel for it.

"Does Lord Lu Mo want to see these two little rascals dance?"

Lost Rosemary was actually more familiar with the Vodka Twins... after all, those two little guys had caused quite a bit of trouble in front of her back in the day.

"If we're going to watch a song and dance performance, we need a comfortable chair, right?"

Lost Rosemary propped herself up on one hand, pressing her breasts against the ground in a seductive pose as she lay down.

Lost Rosemary braced herself with one hand on the ground, first kneeling down, then slowly tilting her body to the side, lying down in a seductive pose, her breasts pressed into the carpet, leaving shallow marks. She deliberately wiggled her legs, the bells on her ankles making a crisp sound, her eyes fixed on Lu Mo, full of allure.

“You can use me as a footrest; it will make your view more comfortable.” As Lost Rosemary spoke, her fingertips unconsciously traced patterns on the carpet, her eyelashes fluttered, and the corners of her eyes were still slightly red. As she spoke, she swayed her hips, as if showing off her supple body.

"Hmph, how can a mere footrest make an adult comfortable?" Rita snorted coldly upon hearing this. She took a step forward, crossed her arms, and looked Lost Rosemary up and down with disdain in her eyes.

“You can sit right on me; I can hold my own much longer than this lady who’s only good for stepping on.” Rita finished speaking, then knelt down on both knees, straightened her back, and placed her hands on either side of her, striking a pose that made it seem as if she could make anyone sit down at any moment. She held her head high, her face full of confidence, as if declaring her superiority to Lost Rosemary.

"Are you two so engrossed in these little tricks that you've forgotten the important matter...?" Lu Mo frowned, his tone clearly showing his displeasure. He looked at the two still arguing with each other, feeling helpless, and gently tapped the armrest of his chair.

"Am I spoiling them too much and messing with their brains?" Lu Mo muttered to himself, thinking that these two were usually quite well-behaved, so why did they start acting up at times like this, forgetting even their duties?

What about your duties as maids? Shouldn't you be serving me? Why are you acting like I'm your furniture? Lu Mo found it increasingly amusing; the two of them were both infuriating and hilarious.

"Yes!" Upon hearing Lu Mo's reprimand, the two women finally reacted and hurriedly scrambled to their feet. Lost and confused, she frantically straightened her slightly disheveled skirt, while Rita quickly retied her hair. Both of them seemed somewhat at a loss.

"Lord Lu Mo, please have some tea." Rita walked quickly to the tea table, steadily picked up the teacup with both hands, and carefully presented it to Lu Mo, even turning the handle of the cup so that it would be easier for him to hold.

"Captain, would you like some fruit?" Not to be outdone, Lost Rosemary picked up the fruit from the plate, stuck it on a small fork, and handed it to Lu Mo with a fawning smile on her face.

Lu Mo was glad he didn't smoke, otherwise these two might have directly offered their palms for him to extinguish his cigarette. Looking at their eagerness now, he couldn't help but recall the various daring things they had done before, thinking to himself, these two really are capable of anything.

"Here you go!" Kiana took out a water gun and handed it to Lu Mo.

"What's this?" Lu Mo curiously played with the water gun Kiana had given him—nothing special about it.

"It's for getting those two little ones dirty!" Kiana said with a mysterious smile.

"Take a closer look at what's inside," Kiana gestured for Lu Mo to carefully examine the differences in the water gun.

"This is a specially made synthetic liquid of mine, and it has a very high degree of accuracy in terms of odor reproduction."

Kiana's smile was very intriguing, even to the point of being lewd.

"After all, you probably couldn't reach this level on your own, could you?" Kiana looked at Lu Mo with a strange expression.

Kiana's synthesized replicas indeed exceeded the limits that Lu Mo's body could produce.

"Want to try it? Those two little guys got all sticky and slimy from this stuff."

"What kind of underground idol development is this..." Lu Mo was slightly speechless.

However, there's nothing wrong with saying that.

There are both underground and idol groups now. How can an idol in a basement not be considered an underground idol?

It's not surprising that there's a storyline involving underground idols.

After all, these two little guys were very welcoming of his "under-the-table" approach.

Chapter 149 A Forced Assault: Touching Shadows and Playing with the Law of Thunder (Part 1)

"You bad guy!" The dance ended quickly, and no matter what pose Rosalia and Lilia struck, they couldn't escape being covered in a sticky mess by Lu Mo—the viscous liquid from the water gun made their movements extremely difficult. The liquid clung to their clothes and skin like glue, and when Rosalia looked at Lu Mo, her eyes were filled with obvious annoyance, her lips slightly downturned, and her face was full of dissatisfaction.

No matter how they stretched their limbs, they could clearly feel the sticky synthetic liquid taking effect on their bodies. When they raised their arms, the liquid on their skin pulled at their skin, creating an uncomfortable resistance; when they bent over, the liquid on their clothes clung tightly to their bodies, making every movement feel extremely awkward, and they would occasionally show expressions of disgust on their faces.

But at the same time, I know helplessly that I will eventually become addicted to this feeling.

"That's a bit much." Kiana looked at the scene before her and realized that she had underestimated Lu Mo's "operations".

Kiana had originally planned to spray this wet, sticky synthetic liquid several times towards Rosalia and Lilia's genitals. She thought to herself that if it hit certain spots on them, the visual effect would be absolutely stunning.

Just as she expected, Rosalia and Lilia looked utterly disheveled. Their hair was covered in a sticky liquid, clinging together in strands; their clothes were also soaked in the same liquid, clinging tightly to their bodies, with some areas still dripping with residual liquid, looking as if they had been "bullied" by Lu Mo.

Given their status as idols, this scene in a private performance specially prepared for Lu Mo felt like "Lu Mo, the big boss, was sexually harassing them, forcing them to wear specially made girl group outfits and subjecting them to humiliation." The once glamorous idols were now covered in sticky residue, creating a stark contrast.

Imagine the immense satisfaction it must be for two idols to sing and dance on a high stage under the spotlight, bearing such "traces"!

Especially since they clearly disliked the sticky and uncomfortable feeling, but because it was a performance, they had to force themselves to continue making various movements. The way they were unwilling yet had to compromise was quite amusing.

But what did Lu Mo do?

It was very simple. He sprayed all the synthetic liquid from both water guns onto Rosalia and then repeated the process.

Lilia's body was also covered with the marks of his abuse, and it could even be said that the stickiness on Lilia's body was more obvious!

Four times the amount—that's truly an anime-level quantity—although Lu Mo could indeed achieve the same level if he used his powers.

Rosalia, kneeling before him and Lu Mo with a flushed face, looked truly wretched—Lu Mo had poured synthetic slime over her from head to toe. She knelt on the ground, her body trembling slightly, her face flushed, whether from anger or something else, it was unclear. The synthetic slime dripped from her head, slowly covering her entire body.

Her entire body was covered in synthetic slime, and even her pink hair was stuck together. Every time she rubbed it, it formed a ball of fluffy hair covered in the slime. Her once fluffy pink hair was now stuck to her head like it was glued on, and every time she rubbed it, she could create a ball of fluffy hair covered in the slime, which looked rather comical.

Rosalia's face was completely obscured by the sludge. The synthetic slime streamed down her cheeks, covering her eyes, nose, and mouth. Only her mouth could be seen moving, as if she were saying something, but the content was incomprehensible.

Lilia wasn't in much better shape, but unlike Rosalia, she had already started unbuttoning her costume to change out of it, which was covered in slime, to make herself feel better. Lilia was also covered in synthetic slime, and the costume clung tightly to her body, making her very uncomfortable. Instead of kneeling like Rosalia, she started unbuttoning her costume directly.

Unlike Rosalia, who was still bothered by this, Lilia had figured out "what she wanted" much earlier.

So, instead of going backstage to change clothes, Lilia took off her meager costume in front of Lu Mo. The costume already had very little fabric, and now, with the synthetic slime clinging to it, it clung to her body, practically inseparable. Lilia didn't shy away from it; right in front of Lu Mo, she grabbed the costume with one hand and quickly unbuttoned it with the other.

During this process, Lilia showed Lu Mo how much she had grown over the years—and Lu Mo's gaze did indeed pass over Rosalia and land on Lilia. As each button was undone, Lilia's body was gradually revealed, and compared to before, she had indeed changed quite a bit. Lu Mo's gaze shifted from Rosalia, who was kneeling on the ground, to Lilia, who was changing her clothes.

Her size was just right, ensuring a balanced diet in Lu Mo's harem—medium-sized growth was sufficient. Lilia's development was perfect; she wasn't too plump, nor too thin. In Lu Mo's "harem," this physique was considered a good balance, making her seem very suitable.

"I think I should continue to study the power of time."

Kiana has always felt that apart from her research on timelines inspired by that woman, the time powers she currently uses from the End are more like "controlling everything".

"Do you have any other ideas?" Lu Mo put down his tools, turned to look at Kiana, and showed an interested expression. He knew Kiana always had some novel ideas, especially when it came to using her powers.

"After all, look at Rosalia now, doesn't she look like she's been through a lot?" Kiana pointed at Rosalia, a teasing smile playing on her lips. Her tone was relaxed, tinged with a hint of smug satisfaction after a prank, completely oblivious to how angry Himeko-sensei would be if she heard this.

Kiana's description was indeed accurate. Rosalia was completely covered in a layer of white, sticky slime, which clung to her body and matted her hair, making her look utterly disheveled. From a distance, it did indeed appear as if she were being "pampered" by a group of Lu Mos, even though in reality only Lu Mo was performing the actions.

But as Kiana looked at the scene, a thought suddenly popped into her mind: what if she could use her powers to make "more than one" Lu Mo exist here? As she thought about it, her eyes gradually became focused, as if she was seriously considering this possibility.

Chapter 150 A Forced Assault: Touching Shadows and Playing with the Herrscher of Thunder (Part 2)

"If it were really possible to split time, wouldn't that mean you could stay with everyone without having to create clones? No, wait..." Kiana tilted her head, her fingers unconsciously rubbing the hem of her clothes, a thoughtful look in her eyes.

Kiana's original plan was for Lu Mo to live one day as if it were ten. She meticulously planned it out, for example, having a date with her from 8 a.m. to 5 p.m., then sending Lu Mo back to 8 a.m. to find Theresa, and then the others. The more she thought about it, the more feasible the plan seemed, and her eyes lit up.

But then she thought again, this approach was pointless—it would be better to explore other directions. She pouted, a hint of disgust on her face, as uninteresting as the color of Class Monitor Fu Hua's underwear. Besides, she knew in her heart that this wasn't good for Lu Mo, and she would feel sorry for him. Although it was his duty to spend time with them, his wives, it shouldn't be an obligation. Thinking of this, her eyes softened, filled with concern for Lu Mo.

Since that's the case, we need to change our approach. Kiana immediately made a decision: "I'm sorry, Mei." She said softly, her tone tinged with apology.

As Kiana activated her thoughts, this new ability actually kicked in. A slight ripple appeared in the air, and three familiar figures instantly materialized there.

"This is... Captain? How did I get here?" The first to emerge was Mei from her St. Freya Academy days, wearing the Shadow Dancer outfit. She looked around, her eyes filled with a hint of confusion and surprise.

"Kiana... You're alright! We... We're going home!" This is Mei in her Dawn Strike form, but Dawn Strike's lines gave Lu Mo a bit of PTSD.

I almost thought I had pulled in Mei from a world-ending crisis—that would be a horror story.

"I... I shouldn't be here." It was clearly Mei Rai, who was currently in World Serpent. She stood there, her voice low, her eyes filled with confusion.

"Hehehehe!" It's been a long time since we've seen these forms! Kiana and Lu Mo immediately grinned lewdly. They exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with excitement and anticipation.

Unfortunately, Mei isn't here, and we're also missing one of the Herrscher of Origin forms.

Mei has already had her fun, but that was the mature Mei of today. These young, innocent Meis before us, whom we haven't yet had the chance to be intimate with, inevitably evoke a sense of nostalgia.

Kiana's smile almost stretched to her ears. Lu Mo immediately understood and nudged her back, his Adam's apple bobbing as he let out a low laugh. The two exchanged a bright look—a look that only they could understand, a look of complete liberation of their own thoughts.

Mei, clutching her sleeve, took a half-step back; Mei, in Dawn Strike, unconsciously reached for the non-existent scabbard at her waist, her earlobes turning a deep red.

Kiana stared at the slender ankles peeking out from under Yingwu Mei's dress, her fingers unconsciously rubbing together; Lu Mo stared at Lei Lu's lower back, wishing he could reach his hand inside from behind.

Their smiles grew increasingly crooked, and their eyes became increasingly glazed, making them look exactly like two greedy cats staring at a cream cake.

"Want to come?"

Kiana's voice carried a hint of eager excitement, with a slight upward inflection at the end. Her fingers gently rubbed against her palm, and her gaze was fixed on the three Mei summoned by her power, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

“One cough! (Let’s go!)” Lu Mo responded immediately, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. He rubbed his hands together in front of him, as if he couldn’t wait to start a fun game.

Kiana wore a mischievous smile as she gently placed one hand on Herrscher of Thunder's shoulder. The seemingly gentle pressure rendered Herrscher of Thunder completely immobile, forcing her to obediently remain seated in the chair.

"I'll touch it, I'll touch it, I'll touch it! Meow, hahaha! Mei, you can't escape!!!" Kiana's fingers twirled lightly on the Herrscher of Thunder's horn, the sensation from her fingertips making her laugh even harder, her eyes curving into crescent shapes, her face full of childlike mischief.

The Herrscher of Thunder stared blankly at the Herrscher of the End before her. In her memory, Kiana should have been in a rather melancholic mood, but the Kiana before her had reverted to her old self, completely resembling the troublesome "female psychopath" from back then.

"Want to come?"

Kiana's voice carried a hint of eager excitement, with a slight upward inflection at the end. Her fingers gently rubbed against her palm, and her gaze was fixed on the three Mei summoned by her power, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

“One cough! (Let’s go!)” Lu Mo responded immediately, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. He rubbed his hands together in front of him, as if he couldn’t wait to start a fun game.

The three Mei summoned were completely on the defensive. The Herrscher of Thunder instinctively wanted to resist Lu Mo, her body tensing slightly as she prepared to channel her lightning elemental power. However, when her gaze met Kiana's final form, all her strength seemed to vanish instantly. Kiana wore a mischievous smile, one hand gently pressing on the Herrscher of Thunder's shoulder. The seemingly gentle pressure rendered the Herrscher of Thunder completely immobile, forcing her to obediently remain seated in the chair.

"I'll touch it, I'll touch it, I'll touch it! Meow, hahaha! Mei, you can't escape!!!" Kiana's fingers twirled lightly on the Herrscher of Thunder's horn, the sensation from her fingertips making her laugh even harder, her eyes curving into crescent shapes, her face full of childlike mischief.

The Herrscher of Thunder stared blankly at the Herrscher of the End before her. In her memory, Kiana had been in a low mood lately, but the Kiana before her showed no signs of low mood at all; she was exactly the same "female psychopath" who had caused so much trouble back then.

"Anyway, Mei is mine now, Kiana."

Lu Mo looked at Kiana with a mischievous grin.

Anyway, the Mei figures in front of me were all "cut out" from points in the past.

It probably won't matter what I do.

"I understand! I'm sorry, Mei!"

Kiana herself didn't know which power she was using, but she destroyed all of Mei's armor, leaving only three naked little Meis in front of her!

"Captain, what are you doing?"

Mei instinctively sensed something was wrong at any point in time, but unfortunately, Lu Mo, who only wanted to have some fun, had no intention of showing any mercy to her.

"Guess?" Kiana naturally became an accomplice as well.

Bullying these three "former Meis" won't make her feel the slightest bit guilty, like she's saying, "Sorry, Mei, I was forced to do it."

Chapter 151 A Close Encounter with Shadows, Touching, and Forcefully Kissing the Law of Thunder (Part 2)

"I never expected Lu Mo to be so perverted." Kiana chuckled softly, her fingertips touching her lower lip, her eyes slightly raised as she looked at Lu Mo, who was leaning back in his chair.

The three Meis huddled in the corner of the room, their eyes red like ripe cherries, large tears streaming down their cheeks, their eyes filled with emptiness and despair after their collapse.

They huddled together, their bodies limp, their fingers unconsciously clutching the hem of their clothes, their bodies still trembling slightly, clearly not yet recovered from the "torture" they had just endured.

It looks wrong; it's clear that someone was genuinely humiliated.

Looking at Lu Mo again, there were several conspicuous red marks on his neck, stretching from his collarbone to behind his ears, as if he had been scratched hard. There were also faint traces of blood on the surface of his skin. These were the marks left by Mei and the others when they struggled, as if silently telling the story of the "battle" that had just taken place.

Including Mei from the present era, these three "time slices" of Mei from different timelines have set a record for the number of times "Mei" has been "loved" by Lu Mo, a record that no one can break in the short term.

When Lu Mo shows affection to them now, he completely loses the gentleness he usually shows to Mei. He acts swiftly and ruthlessly, showing no mercy whatsoever.

"What a beast! The captain is such a beast!" Rosalia muttered under her breath. They weren't at an age where they didn't understand anything.

It has to be said that Rosalia was absolutely right. These three Meis, "created" by Kiana on the spot, were truly thoroughly tormented. They were covered in marks of being "bullied," their hair was a messy tangled mess, and they looked incredibly disheveled, completely lacking their usual neatness and elegance.

However, they didn't realize that while Mei was mentally collapsing, she and her friends were also "poisoned." Both their bodies and minds were affected—they were almost driven to the brink of collapse by Lu Mo, yet the unprecedentedly intense interaction felt like a needle pricking their nerves, making them unable to resist paying attention and caring, and even giving rise to some slightly indescribable strange feelings amidst their breakdown.

What Lu Mo did to them was truly devastating—the Lu Mo who used to speak gently and with a smile, whose eyes were full of concern, was now like a different person, his actions no longer gentle and soft, but rather somewhat reckless.

"Don't talk about me, Kiana, don't you also like this feeling?" Lu Mo said as he roughly ruffled Kiana's long silver hair, his hands moving back and forth through the smooth strands. The originally neat hair quickly became messy, with a few strands sticking up and falling on her forehead.

"Don't talk about me, you were playing pretty hard too!" Kiana said, but she didn't really dodge. She just tilted her head slightly and let Lu Mo do his thing in her hair. Her tone was a mix of helplessness and indulgence.

Mei of St. Freya was tightly hugged from behind by Kiana, unable to move, and could only stand upright and let Lu Mo torment her.

Lu Mo's movements were not gentle, and Mei could feel waves of pain in her legs. However, she couldn't break free from Kiana's grip and could only bite her lip. Her eyes gradually welled up with tears, but she couldn't tell if it was from pain or some other emotion.