Valkyrie Flavor Tasting Guide

What her sister can do, she can certainly do as well.

There's nothing strange about it!

Moreover, she wasn't a "lovebird," but rather...

Then, let's intervene a little more in Lu Mo's emotions to make him more proactive.

The world around me was like an oil painting soaked in water, its colors and outlines beginning to blur and flow. The echoes from the basement, which had been clearly audible just moments before, vanished instantly, replaced by a gentle breeze blowing past my ears and the unique scent of cherry blossoms mixed with dust filling the air.

Lu Mo, who was about to play another prank on Durandal, immediately realized what had happened.

I guess I got tricked by Kiana again.

He recognized this place—Chiba Academy. He also recognized the oppressive, suffocating atmosphere at this moment.

The students gathered in twos and threes, pointing and whispering in the same direction. Their faces were a mixture of fear, jealousy, and malice. Their undisguised malicious whispers buzzed like summer gnats, yet no one dared to get too close to the focus of their gaze.

Looking through that invisible barrier, Lu Mo saw her.

A solitary figure stood silently beneath the largest cherry blossom tree, wearing the all-too-familiar school uniform of Chiba Academy. He had expected to see Mei, the frail and helpless girl who had been bullied because her father was in prison and her family had fallen on hard times.

However, as he approached, his heart skipped a beat.

The figure beneath that school uniform was far taller and more mature than the girl in my memory. Her back was ramrod straight, like a drawn blade, and her calm aura seemed to form an invisible barrier, keeping out all malice. A gentle breeze blew, ruffling her signature pale purple hair tied at her side. Strands brushed against her cheek, revealing eyes that did not hold the confusion and sorrow of a young girl, but rather the calm and sharpness of a seasoned warrior.

It was her... Mei, the mature and powerful woman in the post-apocalyptic world.

Lu Mo paused for a moment, then regained his composure and continued walking towards her. As he drew closer, the surrounding chatter gradually subsided, and the students watched this unfamiliar man with astonished and uncertain eyes as he stepped into that area that no one dared to approach.

He stopped behind her, able to smell her unique, crisp fragrance, like the clear, refreshing scent of thunder after rain. He slowly raised his hand, his palm warm, and gently placed it on her shoulder.

Mei's body stiffened slightly for a fleeting moment, the muscles under her shoulder blades tensing instantly, but it was only for a moment. She didn't flinch or turn around, but simply stood there quietly, as if she had already anticipated his arrival.

After a long while, she slowly turned her head, her deep purple eyes looking up at her. The afternoon sunlight shattered into shimmering amethyst in her eyes. Her voice was low, with a touch of the magnetism unique to mature women, forming a stark contrast with her youthful school uniform.

"You came."

That wasn't a question, but a statement. Lu Mo could feel the warmth emanating from her shoulder slowly warming his palm. He smiled slightly, his fingers tracing the contours of her arm until they intertwined with her cool fingertips. He could feel that although her hand was soft, it contained an undeniable strength.

He used a little force to turn her entire body around so that she was facing him. The man lowered his head slightly and gently pressed his forehead against her smooth forehead, their noses almost touching, feeling their breaths mingling.

"I'm here, Mei."

Lu Mo's voice was gentle yet firm. Before he finished speaking, he tightened his arms, embracing the mature and powerful woman in his embrace without hesitation. His chest pressed against her back, and he could clearly feel her body stiffen slightly in surprise, as well as the regular and steady heartbeat transmitted through the thin fabric.

The embrace came so suddenly, yet so naturally. In this corner of the campus filled with hostility and alienation, the man's appearance was like a ray of sunlight cleaving through the clouds, burning away all the prying eyes.

He paid no attention to the whispering students around him, burying his face in her neck, which exuded a faint fragrance, and breathing in her unique, crisp scent.

Mei's body slowly relaxed after the initial stiffness. She did not struggle, but simply let Lu Mo hug her from behind. His warm breath brushed against her earlobe, bringing a slight shiver.

Her hand was enveloped in his broad palm, the warmth of which seemed to dispel all the coldness in the world. She turned her head slightly, the profile of her face appearing soft and beautiful in the sunlight, a strand of purple hair falling onto his cheek, tickling him.

He chuckled softly, released one hand, and ran his fingertips through her smooth, long hair, tucking a playful strand behind her ear, while his fingertips deliberately lingered on her soft earlobe for a moment.

He saw her earlobe turn a faint blush at a visible speed, like cherry blossom petals just beginning to bloom after the rain.

"They...are watching." Mei's voice lowered, carrying a hint of barely perceptible shyness, but the last syllable also contained a hint of indulgence that she herself was unaware of.

“Then let them watch,” Lu Mo’s voice was full of doting and indifference. He took her hand and led her to the thick trunk of the cherry blossom tree, where they sat down side by side. He gently pressed her head against his shoulder, while his other hand continued to intertwine with hers, playing with her slender yet strong fingers.

Even if someone takes us back to the past, it doesn't change the fact that you're my wife, does it?

"I'm so pathetic at this time... right?" Mei leaned on his shoulder, her voice a little muffled. She looked up at the sky above, covered by flowers, sunlight filtering through the petals and casting dappled shadows on her face.

She knew what she had gone through at this point in time—her father was wrongfully imprisoned, her family assets were frozen, and she went from being a proud daughter of heaven to someone everyone avoided overnight. Those once fawning faces had now become sources of malice.

"Yes, it's pitiful." Lu Mo gently stroked the back of her hand with his fingers, soothing her emotions. He turned his head slightly, his lips almost touching her hair, "That's why I can't just leave her like this."

“But you’ve come a little too early.” Mei’s gaze passed through the sea of ​​flowers and looked toward the teaching building. A self-deprecating smile appeared on her lips. “At this time, I didn’t know you, nor did I know Kiana and the others… I was all alone.”

“That’s why I’m needed,” Lu Mo said, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her closer to him, feeling the slenderness and suppleness of her waist. “Since we were both thrown here by that guy who likes to watch the show, we have to do something, don’t we?”

The two quickly figured out the situation—regardless of whose doing it was, they had temporarily returned to this specific point in time. However, not only did they retain their memories of the future, but Mei also had an enviable figure that she didn't have at this point in time—and the powers of the Herrscher of Thunder could be fully mobilized.

"What do you want to do?" Mei's voice was tinged with curiosity.

"Of course it's... bullying you." Lu Mo chuckled mischievously, arrogantly opening his arms as if to pick up Mei, a slight smile playing on his lips, as if he wanted to completely control Mei.

She instinctively tried to dodge, but he firmly restrained her movements, preventing her from moving.

He looked into her slightly angry purple eyes, but his fingertips took advantage of the situation and pinched Mei's chin, getting closer to his lover. His palm hovered over her soft shoulder, and he took the opportunity to push her against the wall.

"Stop messing around..." Mei protested instinctively, issuing a completely ineffective protest against Lu Mo's behavior.

This did not stop him at all; on the contrary, it was like a spark that ignited a fuse, making Lu Mo's smile even more intense and unrestrained.

Instead of backing down, he intensified his actions.

That warm hand began to move back and forth through the edge of her purple school uniform, watching her, despite her mature appearance, reveal the panic of being pinned against the wall.

Even without any physical contact, he could almost feel her trembling in response to every action he took.

With a mischievous grin, Lu Mo kept changing his movements, forcing Mei from the wall to a corner until his body completely blocked everyone's view.

"If I were with me at this moment..." Mei's voice carried a hint of anxiety. She twisted her body slightly, trying to avoid the burning gaze that was trying to ignite her reason.

But this weak struggle, held in the man's strong arms, seemed more like a coy invitation, making the atmosphere even more ambiguous.

Her cheeks were completely flushed, the vibrant color even more captivating than the cherry blossoms on the branches.

Mei instinctively wanted to keep Lu Mo away from this version of herself.

Lu Mo chuckled softly, burying his face deeper, his lips brushing against her earlobe, and whispered in a magnetic voice that only the two of them could hear, "Do you think anyone at Qianyu Academy can control you now that you have your current power? If you're unhappy, then make a complete scene right now."

His words, like warm breath, brushed against her ear, sending a shiver down her spine.

"Besides, don't you think it's actually more convenient for us to be deliberately ignored and kept at a distance by everyone?"

"Finally, will simply returning to this point in time make you weak again? Surely returning to this point in time won't make you forget Kiana completely?"

These words struck Mei's weak spot instantly. Her body trembled violently, and her last bit of resistance vanished.

She is now a completely different person.

Her panic stemmed from the fact that, under this familiar yet almost forgotten old clothing, being treated by him in this way, she felt a strange sense of anticipation.

What kind of experience would a time-space disorder bring to people? This is a question that probably no one has ever considered.

In the instant she lost her focus, his fingertips, burning hot, began to move downwards, drawing his body down to obscure her vision and gently disturb her increasingly turbulent heartbeat.

"Hmm..." Mei's gaze darted away, trying to ignore the impulse that had just arisen because of Lu Mo's words—to be very affectionate with Lu Mo in front of classmates she didn't know well.

No matter how much others reject her, it can't change one fact—the happiness she feels with Lu Mo.

Lu Mo could clearly feel the changes in the delicate body in his arms, from the initial stiff resistance to the tender embrace at this moment. He knew that the time was ripe.

“The view here is nice,” he said, looking up at the cherry blossoms and gazing at the rooftop of the tallest school building in the distance. “But I think the view from the rooftop is even better. What do you think, Mei?” His voice carried an undeniable gentleness as his finger lightly touched her exquisitely soft skin, a silent urging.

Mei shuddered, raising her purple eyes, now misty with tears, and stared blankly in the direction he pointed. The rooftop… it was the best view in the entire school, and also the easiest place to be seen.

Her heart began to race involuntarily, and a mixture of fear and anticipation spread through her.

"No...don't..." She shook her head instinctively, trying to shrink back, but he pulled her into his arms even tighter.

Even as an ordinary couple on a date from that perspective, she would feel somewhat... awkward. Moreover, the deep affection between Lu Mo and her before made her realize that the development between her and Lu Mo would definitely not be that simple.

"It's not up to you." Lu Mo's smile carried a hint of domineering as he decisively lifted Mei into his arms. The sudden feeling of weightlessness caused Mei to let out a short gasp, her hands instinctively wrapping around his neck.

The skirt of the sailor uniform drew a graceful arc in the air, and her long, slender legs, even when covered by clothing, could not conceal their captivating charm.

And so, under the gazes of countless people on campus, some astonished, some envious, Lu Mo carried the girl who was ostracized by everyone, and walked calmly and firmly toward the teaching building. He didn't care about those stares; he even enjoyed the wonderful, exhilarating feeling of openly displaying the world's most precious treasure to the public.

The iron gate leading to the rooftop was secured with an old, dusty lock, clearly neglected for a long time. But that didn't stop him. Holding Mei in his arms, he kicked the seemingly sturdy lock, and it snapped with a clang as it fell to the ground.

Pushing open the heavy iron gate, the afternoon sun poured down without reservation, and a gentle breeze ruffled the stray hairs on Mei's forehead. The whole world seemed to consist only of the two of them, quiet yet filled with a certain tension.

Lu Mo gently placed Mei on the railing at the edge of the rooftop, with her back to him and her legs swinging gently in the air. From this angle, they could overlook the entire Chiyu Academy, but at the same time, it also meant that any of their actions could be inadvertently seen by someone downstairs.

Mei's heart leaped into her throat. She subconsciously turned her head and looked at Lu Mo, whose eyes were full of smiles. An unprecedented sense of tension gripped her.

He certainly intended to do something to her—but rather than simply interacting with her at a different time, he wanted... something more interesting to develop.

"Judging from your expression, you seem quite frightened?" Lu Mo's fingertips gently traced her cheek, wiping away a trace of moisture from the corner of her eyes, but the amusement in his eyes remained undiminished. "You look rather pitiful right now, Miss Raiden."

He deliberately emphasized the words "young lady," his tone filled with undisguised sarcasm.

“You… have nothing left now, don’t you?” He leaned down, his nose almost touching hers. “No father, no property, no hypocritical friends. Now you’re just a pathetic wretch abandoned by the whole world, penniless.” Lu Mo was becoming increasingly adept at playing his part.

Although Mei had long since stopped caring about these words, they still pierced her heart mercilessly at this moment. Perhaps it was because of the atmosphere—her body trembled, her eyes instantly reddened, and humiliation and sorrow welled up in her heart, yet she was unable to refute them.

Seeing her on the verge of tears, Lu Mo's mischievousness grew even stronger. He grabbed her chin, forcing her to look up and meet his gaze.

"I will help you reclaim everything from the Raiden family, clear your father's name, and even... make those who bullied you kneel at your feet and beg for mercy."

Mei's pupils suddenly contracted, and she stared at him in disbelief.

"As long as... you're willing to become mine." A wicked smile curled at the corner of Lu Mo's lips. He leaned close to her ear and whispered words that sent chills down her spine.

"For example... how about giving me complete control over everything you own?"

"Domination...?"

Those two words, like icicles, pierced Mei's ears, causing her body to tremble uncontrollably. Her purple eyes widened as she stared in disbelief at the man before her, a man both familiar and strange.

His face still bore the gentle smile she cherished, but beneath that smile lurked a chilling, abyss-like aggression that made her heart pound.

An unprecedented emotion, a mixture of humiliation and strange excitement, quickly entwined her heart like vines, causing her to nod slowly, almost unconsciously, in a daze.

She knew it was just a role-playing game, a harmless pastime between them. However, when Lu Mo uttered those words, memories of her past—of isolation, helplessness, and bullying—uncontrollably flooded back. Those cold eyes, those malicious whispers, that despair of being abandoned by the whole world…

At that time, she desperately wanted to grasp at a straw, even if that straw required her to give up everything she had.

And now, that "straw" has actually appeared.

A powerful, mysterious man who could easily see through all her pretenses offered her a seemingly cruel yet incredibly tempting deal when she was penniless.

Mei's breathing quickened, and the blush on her cheeks was no longer just shyness, but a sickly flush. Looking into Lu Mo's unfathomable eyes, she felt as if she were seeing her own destiny reflected in them. She discovered that she wasn't...at all averse to it, and even...somewhat expectant.

This is probably what brought her to this era. The allure of this decadence is uniquely tempting to her.

They hoped to be "saved" by him in this way, even if the price was corruption.

I look forward to showing him all my weaknesses, helplessness, and humiliation without reservation when I play this "past self," only to have him tear me apart and then completely reshape me.

She slowly lowered her eyelids, her long eyelashes casting a trembling shadow beneath her eyes, and her voice became hoarse and broken, as if she were truly a desperate girl making her last struggle.

"Are you... are you telling the truth?" Her voice was soft, with a slight, almost imperceptible tremor. "You really... can help me?"

“Of course.” Lu Mo’s answer was simple and forceful. His fingers slid down her chin, gently stroked her slender neck, and finally stopped on the delicate scarf on her chest. “As long as you agree to my conditions, there is nothing in this world that I cannot do.”

His fingertips lightly hooked the edge of the scarf, as if grasping an invisible chain. "So, what's your answer?"

Mei didn't answer immediately. She raised her head and looked into Lu Mo's eyes again. Those eyes no longer held only mockery, but also a trace of emotion she couldn't understand, a burning emotion that almost melted her.

She suddenly understood.

What he wanted was never a simple verbal promise. What he wanted was her complete submission, her total possession, body and soul.

Mei's lips slowly curved into a poignant yet resolute smile.

Then, that poignant feeling unconsciously turned into sweetness.

"If... I agree to your request," her voice was still hoarse, but with a resigned calm, "what... would you do for me?"

"How did I treat you?" Lu Mo chuckled, then forcefully ripped off the scarf from her chest. The pale yellow scarf fluttered in his hand like a white flag of surrender.

He admired her slightly parted, glistening lips, which had become moist from this sudden action, and the emotions rising and falling with her rapid breathing beneath her open collar.

"That depends on your performance, my dear... Mei."

Her heartbeat was held in his palm, and her hands pounded wildly as if trying to break free and leap out of his chest.

"For example, right now, please me."

Upon hearing Lu Mo's words, Mei took the initiative to pull the scarf that Lu Mo had torn off and tied herself to the iron railing on the rooftop in a way that left everyone speechless.

Is it like this?

Mei revealed a smile that was half melancholy and half seductive. It was clear that Mei had become increasingly adept at managing her expressions these days—perfectly mastering the expression that Lu Mo wanted her to show at this moment.

There was resistance, there was pain.

There is resilience, but also longing.

She immediately makes you want to discover her hidden side.

Another side that makes people incredibly fascinated.