Valkyrie Flavor Tasting Guide

She was still smiling, discussing trivial, ordinary topics with her two "friends" beside her.

Even at the very end, when her body suddenly went limp and boneless due to Lu Mo's secret manipulation, displaying a rather unsightly and ugly state, the expression on her face remained unchanged.

It was as if her body and her expression were completely isolated.

Even when her body becomes more disheveled, she can still face it with a smile.

However, her once gentle and loving azure eyes suddenly lost all focus, becoming empty and hazy, like two purest sapphires covered in mist.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh, this is so wonderful!" Kiana, who was able to stay out of it, watched the changes happening to Beatrice from another perspective.

I was almost drowning.

The changes in Beatrice were so striking that she couldn't contain herself just by looking at them.

However, how should she make her entrance next? Even though she received another fatherly love from the captain, she didn't really intend to have a forbidden relationship with Lu Mo.

"Well then, I'll take my leave now." Shigure Kira ended the "chat" first, turned around and walked towards the other end of the street, her steps still as free and unrestrained as ever.

"I should go back too." Cheng Lixue nodded, said goodbye to the two, and then turned and left.

When Lu Mo emerged from that warm, safe haven embrace and looked up at Beatrice, he found her looking down at him, her expression still gentle.

"Where are we going next?" Her voice was a little hoarse, but her tone was as doting as ever.

She bent down and picked him up again.

However, as she turned and took her first step, her long and powerful legs suddenly lurched uncontrollably, causing her to stumble and nearly fall to the ground.

This is the domineering nature of Yu Duchen. Even if Lu Mo binds her legs and makes her jump forward in a deformed way, she will still think that she is walking normally.

Chapter 187 How could she, an S-class Valkyrie, betray her own team members to me?

The afterglow of the setting sun bathed the entire city in a warm golden-red hue. The number of pedestrians in the park gradually dwindled, and the air was filled with the fresh scent of grass and earth.

"It's still early, let's stroll around a bit longer, Sister Leah." Lu Mo's voice carried a childlike, irresistible, coquettish tone.

Beatrice looked down at the expectant little face in her arms, and naturally couldn't bring herself to refuse. She nodded, carried him deeper into the park, and finally stopped in front of a quiet lawn.

She took off her slippers, and barefoot, stepped onto the soft, slightly cool, and damp grass. Then, holding Lu Mo, she slowly sat down, leaning her body against an ancient banyan tree, her legs naturally stretched out.

"Lie down, you've had a long day, take a good rest." Her voice was as gentle as the evening breeze.

Lu Mo obediently rested his head on her soft and supple thighs, feeling the familiar, reassuring touch and warmth. He closed his eyes, as if he had already fallen asleep peacefully.

However, deep within the consciousness unnoticed by anyone, the power originating from the Herrscher within her body, a power capable of distorting reality, is like the invisible chisel in the hand of the most skilled sculptor, silently beginning to meticulously "remodel" the perfect "work of art" beneath her.

He didn't intend to make any drastic changes, nor did he want to destroy her unique, pure, and gentle aura. All he wanted to do was... add the finishing touches.

Sunlight filtered through the banyan tree's branches, casting dappled shadows on Beatrice. She sat quietly, her fingers unconsciously running through Lu Mo's soft hair, her gaze vacant as she stared at the distant horizon, savoring this rare tranquility.

She was unaware of the subtle yet profound changes taking place in her body.

It was a transformation that defies description.

If before she was like a bright, cool moon hanging high in the night sky, beautiful yet always carrying a sense of unattainable distance, then now she is like moonlight touched by the dust of the world, still pure and holy, but with an added allure and charm befitting a mature woman.

Her eyes and brows seemed to have become even more profound, their every glance holding countless untold stories. The corners of her lips curved slightly upward, forming a languid, alluring smile. Even her inherently compassionate demeanor seemed infused with a rich, mellow wine, becoming increasingly captivating, increasingly… mesmerizing.

She was still herself, yet she no longer seemed like the pure "saint".

In her, the sanctity of "motherhood" and the allure of "womanhood" began to blend together in an almost perfect way.

This change was something she herself was unaware of.

Until... Lu Mo opened his eyes again.

He slowly sat up from her lap, his childlike eyes now as deep and still as an ancient well. He didn't speak, but simply reached out his small hand and gently cupped her breathtakingly beautiful face.

Beatrice was slightly taken aback and looked at him with some confusion.

"very good"

Beatrice's physical age is 24, but under Lu Mo's actions, she temporarily possesses the mature charm of someone who is 36.

"Such an appearance should be enough to pique their curiosity."

Lu Mo continued to urge Yu Duchen on, continuing to pursue his forbidden ideas.

"Sister Leah..." His small hand grasped a strand of Beatrice's long, snow-white hair, held it to his nose, and gently sniffed it. A faint scent, his own, lingered in the pure strands after their intimate contact. "I really liked those two older sisters earlier."

"Oh?" A hint of pure curiosity flashed in Beatrice's eyes. She looked down at the small "child" in her arms without giving it much thought. "Are you talking about Kira and Ritsuki? They are indeed very good girls."

In her mind, her encounter with Cheng Lixue and Shiyu Qiluo was real. And Lu Mo's words at this moment were simply the purest affection and praise a child has for an older sister they feel a connection with.

"Mmm..." Lu Mo nodded, rubbing his face against her soft belly. Then, his voice carried a childlike stubbornness and longing, "I...I want them to be like Sister Leah, hugging me and kissing me..."

Beatrice couldn't help but chuckle at these possessive and innocent remarks, the sound echoing in the quiet park like the most beautiful melody.

"You little rascal, you're so greedy." She affectionately pinched his chubby cheek, her fingertips touching his warm and supple skin, her heart softening. She didn't take his words to heart at all, simply dismissing it as a child's innocent and possessive nature.

However, she was unaware that these seemingly innocent words were actually a meticulously crafted and irresistible "instruction" laid out by Lu Mo, as intricate as a spider web.

Under the silent erosion of Yu Duchen's invisible power, a thought began to grow uncontrollably in the deepest recesses of her mind, binding her reason like vines.

He... my children... my most precious treasures... he loves them...

He wants them...

I should... satisfy him...

Yes, I should grant him all his wishes, even if... it means letting him have those two girls.

But...they are all powerful Valkyries, my comrades and partners...how could I...how could I do such a thing to them?

Do not……

Nothing is impossible

Compared to making him happy, nothing else matters.

As long as... it can bring out that satisfied, dependent smile in him.

As long as he's happy... he can do anything.

Yes...no matter what...

Under deep hypnosis, what mindset would Beatrice have when she treats her teammates as gifts to be given to her "master" at will?

Her face still held that gentle, loving smile that belonged to a "mother," but deep within her azure eyes, a hint of madness, a fanaticism that disregarded all costs, gradually appeared.

She gently stroked Lu Mo's soft hair, again and again, her movements as delicate as if she were handling a rare piece of porcelain. Her voice was as soft as a dream, yet it possessed an undeniable, heart-stirring magic.

"Okay... my little darling..."

"As long as you want..."

“Sister…no, Mom…it is…” She unconsciously corrected herself, completely and willingly embracing the role she had been given. “I’ll go help you, and invite them all over…”

This is undoubtedly an extremely out-of-character development. The upright and kind-hearted saint Cecilia, who was even willing to sacrifice herself to protect the innocent, would now have the idea of ​​offering up her comrades as playthings because of a "child's" innocent wish.

But Lu Mo also had to admit that this was perhaps... the development that would excite and satisfy him the most.

He knew very well the significance the name "Cecilia" held in the hearts of Shi Yu Qiluo and Cheng Lixue. For the former, it was a light that illuminated her dark life, like a faith; for the latter, it was someone second only to her mentor, someone she would respect and protect with her life.

She betrayed the two people who respected and trusted her most, luring them step by step into a trap she had meticulously prepared for them, a trap filled with sweetness and depravity...

Lu Mo only briefly sketched that scene in his mind before feeling the blood in his body begin to boil uncontrollably.

He could imagine the incredible mix of shock, betrayal, humiliation, and disbelief that would appear on their faces when they were unknowingly brought before them by their most trusted "Sister Cecilia," and discovered the truth of everything.

"Sister Leah...is so kind..."

Lu Mo buried his little head deep into that warm and elastic softness again, letting out a satisfied sigh like a kitten. He reached out his little hands and hugged Beatrice's slender waist, rubbing his cheek against her flat stomach affectionately, as the most direct "thank you" to his perfect "mother" and "accomplice".

This intimate gesture, full of innocence and affection, was the most powerful catalyst for Beatrice at that moment.

"Mmm..." She felt her body instantly become even hotter, and an indescribable sensation, like an electric current, swept through her entire body from the place he touched.

The mutual touching with Lu Mo was like a signal that deepened her hypnotic state.

Her reason was being gradually and completely consumed by this dual pleasure, stemming from both immorality and maternal instinct.

She had even begun to uncontrollably conceive in her mind how to use the safest and least suspicious method to gradually draw those two unsuspecting "friends" into this "feast" of love and instinct woven by her and her "child".

Enjoying Beatrice's lap pillow, Lu Mo slowly climbed up from that warm, soft spot. His small body knelt on the grass, facing Beatrice, who was leaning against a tree trunk, her eyes still somewhat dazed. He stretched out his delicate white hands and gently placed them on her rounded yet supple shoulders. Then, with a skillful and earnest touch that seemed completely out of place for his childlike appearance, he began to massage her shoulders, which were slightly stiff from the earlier emotional shock.

Though his fingers were slender, the pressure was perfectly controlled. His fingertips pressed on the acupoints on her shoulders and neck, neither too light nor too heavy, effectively relieving muscle tension without causing her any pain. The warmth, a child's body temperature, seeped through her thin sweater and steadily flowed to her skin, like the gentlest current, slowly soothing the last, frantic palpitations deep within her heart.

These sincere and uninhibited displays of affection undoubtedly earned Beatrice's greater trust and affection.

In her mind, this was no longer a one-sided giving, but a two-way journey. Her "child," her most cherished treasure, was also responding to her love in its own clumsy yet sincere way.

The expression on her face softened further, and the last trace of the gentle smile that belonged to the "saint" in her azure eyes was completely melted away, leaving only an overflowing tenderness and indulgence of instinctive love.

She slowly opened her arms and once again embraced the small body in her warm and soft embrace.

The perception reshaped by Yu Duchen became more solid than ever before at this moment.

She completely and willingly succumbed to the role of "mother" that she was given, a role filled with taboos and transgressions, yet also incredibly sweet.

Lu Mo's movements were extremely focused; he concentrated all his attention on the soft, supple skin beneath his fingertips. His fingertips, knuckles, palms… he used every part of his body to feel its uniqueness.

Even under hypnosis, this "balanced" development has a unique flavor for him. Coupled with the purest warmth and care, this well-paced rhythm is undoubtedly what makes the development even more interesting.

After all, who wouldn't want to spend the rest of their life with such a flawless woman?

He looked up and met her deep blue eyes, which were completely softened by tenderness. Looking at the undisguised doting and love overflowing in her eyes, Lu Mo couldn't help but admire her inwardly: "Should I say that I am indeed her counterpart? This exquisite beauty... it's really hard not to be moved."

He knew that his thoughts were somewhat dangerous, yet he couldn't suppress them. Although he already possessed a vast harem that would make any man envious, if he were to give up the entire forest behind him for such a perfect and unique "tree"—to be honest, he wasn't incapable of doing it.

Of course, this was just a fleeting, possessive thought. His actual action would undoubtedly be to choose "I want them all" without hesitation. But this is enough to show just how fatally charming Beatrice was at that moment, a charm that could make anyone fall for her.

Therefore, it is only natural that Kiana is no match for her.

He withdrew his massaging hands, but didn't stop there. Those small hands, like butterflies with their own consciousness, slowly slid down along the graceful curves of her shoulders and neck, finally resting on her flat and warm abdomen. He gently rested his head on her shoulder, like a kitten seeking shelter, curling up in her reassuring embrace.

"Sister Leah..." His voice carried a hint of coquettish languor, and a defenseless dependence that he only showed in front of her, "Your body has a very special softness..."

This innocent praise was like the sweetest honey to Beatrice at that moment, instantly melting her heart.

Her head rested gently against hers, completely trusting her "child," and the tenderness of maternal love in her heart was almost overflowing. She didn't speak, but simply reached out a hand and gently placed it on the back of Lu Mo's hand, which was resting on her lower abdomen, completely enveloping and covering his small hand with her palm.

The setting sun cast its last rays through the branches of the banyan trees, casting a warm yet fragmented golden glow upon their intertwined forms. A gentle breeze carried the faint fragrance of unnamed flowers from a distant flowerbed. At that moment, the whole world seemed to become peaceful and beautiful.

Time seemed to stretch out infinitely at this moment.

Lu Mo closed his eyes, enjoying this rare tranquility that was filled with taboos and immorality, yet also incredibly warm and peaceful.

He knew that the game had completely fallen into his control.

This tranquil atmosphere did not last long.

As the last rays of the setting sun disappeared below the horizon, and the entire park was enveloped in a gentle twilight, the "child" who had been quietly nestled in her arms slowly opened its eyes once more.

This time, his dark eyes no longer held only innocent dependence, but a familiar, burning flame rekindled within them.

“Sister Leah…” His voice was still sweet, but it carried an undeniable commanding tone, “Let’s… continue our intimacy.”

Although Lu Mo thoroughly enjoyed the warm and peaceful atmosphere just now, the mature charm of Beatrice, which had become increasingly deadly after he personally "modified" her, made it impossible for him to resist the most primal impulses deep within his heart.

Beatrice's relaxed body, which had been lying on its side, suddenly and uncontrollably rolled over. Her hands, as if guided by invisible threads, pressed against the rough banyan tree trunk behind her, supporting her curvaceous and mature figure.

A blush lingered on her cheeks from the tenderness of the moment, and a doting smile still graced her lips. She slowly turned her head, gazing intently at the "child" before her with her shimmering, watery blue eyes, now completely captivated by passion.

“Okay,” her voice was husky and seductive, like the finest wine, “how would you like to be intimate?”

In a distorted perception, all of this seems perfectly logical.

After enjoying a moment of tenderness, the "child" started to misbehave again. And she, as his most doting "mother," naturally had to satisfy all his demands without reservation... no matter how "excessive" they were.

There was not a trace of shame or resistance in her heart, only an overflowing anticipation and longing for the upcoming, deeper level of intimacy.

Mo, on the other hand, watched with satisfaction as she completely surrendered, letting him do whatever he wanted.

And this is just the beginning.

In the days to come, he will let her experience more and more... enough to make her utterly, even to the point of her soul, tremble with ultimate pleasure.

Reasons for the route change

Because the teacher-student relationship can also trigger a deletion, the school drama had to be suspended.

Originally, I wanted to follow the classic alternate universe storyline of "X-Teacher 4" in terms of gameplay.

Incestuous relationships, parent-child relationships, and teacher-student relationships will all lead to the book being taken down. Several previous chapters were censored because Lu Mo, in his student form, called his wives "teachers" (facepalm). The original plan was to have teacher-student play during the day and harem interactions at night, then use spare time... Now, Kiana can only use Crimson King to fast-forward to the scene of debauchery.

Chapter 188 How could the drinks at a ladies' tea party possibly be tampered with?