Valkyrie Flavor Tasting Guide

"A solution...?" Shigure Kira asked instinctively.

“Hmm,” Beatrice nodded, and then she did something that left Shigure Kira and Cheng Lixue speechless.

She released her hand from Lu Mo's body, and slowly, with an almost reverent posture, knelt down before the little "deity" who was looking down at them with amusement. Then, she gently and unreservedly pressed her forehead against the cool floor.

It was a flawless perfection, filled with utmost obedience and reverence—

——Tsuchiaza.

“Like this,” she said, maintaining the shameful posture, her voice still steady and gentle, as if stating some commonplace truth, “as long as you face him and make this gesture, that uncontrollable urge to submit will become… much more docile.”

“Because,” her voice carried a seductive undertone that only Lu Mo could understand, “when your body has completely surrendered to him, then those extra emotions naturally… have nowhere to go.”

Looking at Beatrice's posture of submission without the slightest reluctance, even one could say it was willing, and at her figure prostrate on the ground like the most humble believer.

Before Shiyu Qiluo could even think about the logic and rationality of these words, her body had already reacted most honestly before her reason.

She, too, slowly knelt down before that tiny "deity".

It was as if this was her innate and most fitting destiny.

At the very moment that Shigure Kira's knees touched the cold, hard floor, another figure followed suit without hesitation and knelt down.

It was Cheng Lixue.

Compared to Shiyu Qiluo's surrender, which still carried a hint of confusion and impulsiveness, Cheng Lixue's movements appeared much more... methodical, full of a soldier's absolute obedience and discipline. Her back was ramrod straight, her arms were pressed tightly against her sides, and the angle at which her forehead touched the floor was as precise as if it had been measured a thousand times.

Her posture was more humble than Beatrice's and more devout than Shigure Kira's. It was as if she were not engaging in a playful "role-playing" game, but rather carrying out a supreme and unquestionable "command."

It was as if they were surrendering their bodies, wills, and even souls completely and without reservation to the "master" sitting on the throne before them.

Only Lu Mo knew that her extreme, even somewhat excessive, reaction was not solely due to Yu Duchen's hypnosis.

More importantly, deep within her subconscious, his other identity exerted an absolute suppressive influence—

—Her, "Master-in-law".

Chapter 191 Theresa also joins the freebie package

(Chapter 1 has now been approved)

Lu Mo gazed with satisfaction at the breathtakingly beautiful scene before him, a scene capable of driving any man mad. Three powerful and beautiful Valkyries, at this moment, were like the most humble worshippers, bowing at his feet. This unparalleled sense of conquest, stemming from absolute control, made every cell in his body seem to be excitedly shouting and cheering.

"very good……"

He slowly slid off Beatrice's lap, looking down at his three "captives" who were now completely his, like a king.

At this moment, his body could further enhance his sense of conquest, making the submission of the three men even more obvious.

Just as he was about to speak and give them his first, mischievous "instruction"—

A clear, vibrant voice, belonging to a young girl, suddenly rang out from outside the living room door. Immediately following was a knock at the door.

It's Theresa.

Upon hearing this voice, the three people kneeling on the ground instantly froze.

Shi Yu Qiluo and Cheng Lixue's faces were instantly flushed with panic and shame. They instinctively tried to get up, but their bodies seemed frozen in place. Their minds were in complete chaos—they knew how shameful and humiliating their current position was, yet because of Yu Duchen's ingrained notion that "this is common sense," they couldn't understand why they felt such terror.

Beatrice's reaction, however, was much calmer. But her slightly furrowed brows also betrayed her inner unease.

"Shh..."

Lu Mo remained completely calm. He raised a finger to his lips, making a shushing gesture towards the three of them, and his playful smile deepened.

He did not immediately break the hypnosis, but pointed to the ornate mahogany table in the center of the living room, which was covered with a heavy, floor-length tablecloth.

"Hide under the table and hide." He whispered the new "instruction," "Don't make any noise and don't let her find you. Sister Leah doesn't need to."

Although they didn't understand why he did it, the other two women's bodies responded more readily than their reason. Like two frightened deer, they scrambled across the floor, their movements clumsy yet incredibly swift, and slipped into the small, dark space that concealed everything.

Lu Mo, after confirming that they had all hidden themselves, slowly walked to the door and opened the heavy oak door.

“Sister Theresa,” his face regained its innocent smile, “you’re here.”

"Hmph, some people acknowledge this sister, while others don't!" Theresa entered the room, her cheeks puffed out in anger, hands on her hips. She strode to the center of the living room, glancing at the empty guest seats as she complained, "Lia, really! Such a fun afternoon tea party, and you didn't even invite me! Do you think I'm less important than those two?"

While it's not that I'm excluding the two team members, Theresa is definitely closer to them than they are, so not including her is indeed a bit much.

Of course, even though Theresa is Lu Mo's wife, he really didn't think of her at this moment because of her figure.

Her words, like pebbles, struck precisely into the hearts of the two "outsiders" under the table, stirring up ripples.

Beatrice, whose name was called, had already regained her calm and elegant demeanor. She had somehow returned to her seat in the main seat, holding a cup of steaming black tea, with an impeccable, apologetic, and gentle smile on her face.

She gently put down the teacup and playfully stuck out her tongue at her "older sister".

"I'm sorry, Sasha. I was planning to invite you to spend some time alone with them after they left." Her voice was as soft and sweet as freshly baked cotton candy, making it impossible to feel any resentment. "Who knew you'd come so quickly?"

She glanced at the few plates of delicate pastries on the table that had already been lightly touched, and figured that the two "guests" must have left in a hurry because of some urgent matter.

She didn't pursue the matter further, but simply snorted, temporarily forgiving her sister who always "favored" outsiders. Then, she casually sat down in the guest seat next to Beatrice.

She reached out her small hand, picked up the exquisite silver teapot on the table, and poured herself a cup of equally fragrant black tea. The crisp sound of the tea pouring into the cup was particularly clear in the quiet and spacious living room.

And this sound also became a kind of signal.

After confirming that the "crisis" had been temporarily averted, Shi Yu Qiluo and Cheng Lixue, who were hiding under the table, finally relaxed their nerves, which had been taut with extreme tension and fear.

Then, their bodies belatedly began to react in the most real and intense way to everything they had just experienced.

An indescribable feeling, a mixture of relief at surviving a disaster and... a strange restlessness arising from the extreme shame and stimulation, overwhelmed all their reason in an instant, like a flood breaking through a dam.

They subconsciously raised their heads, and their two pairs of eyes, filled with confusion and longing, simultaneously peered through the layers of thick tablecloth, fixed intently, with an almost pleading tone, on the "culprit" sitting right in front of them with a playful expression.

Their lips parted unconsciously, as if they wanted to say something, to beg, to ask, but because of the inappropriate setting, they could not utter a sound.

They could only send the same, unmistakably clear message to the man who had manipulated them, with their most fervent and direct gazes—

—Come quickly…

—Come quickly… to “comfort” us…

—Now, immediately, right away…

Facing the two pairs of burning eyes under the table, filled with longing and pleading, a wicked smile appeared on Lu Mo's face.

He did not immediately fulfill their "wishes".

He simply slid off the chair slowly and deliberately, with an almost cruel elegance, and then, as if he had accidentally dropped something, slightly lifted the tablecloth, allowing the two people in the small space to breathe some fresh air, thus igniting their further hopes.

His gaze met those two pairs of watery eyes that were staring intently at him in mid-air. He could clearly see how the longing in their eyes grew increasingly intense and frantic under his gaze.

But he still didn't rush to make a move.

He simply extended a finger, the tip of which had a feather-like, gentle touch. He first touched Shigure Kira's slightly parted lips, then followed the contours of her delicate chin downwards, finally resting on her swan-like, graceful, and fragile neck.

Then, he did the same thing to Cheng Lixue with another finger.

His movements were like teasing two completely tamed, hungry puppies, full of undisguised playfulness and control.

Their bodies trembled violently at the same time, as if struck by an electric current.

However, because Theresa was outside, they dared not make any unnecessary noise or take any drastic actions.

They could only look helplessly and yearningly at the man in front of them, who was enjoying their disheveled appearance, with eyes that were completely soaked with tears and grievances.

Lu Mo took in their conflicted and struggling expressions, which showed a mixture of desire and fear.

At this moment, the sense of satisfaction he felt, stemming from conquest and control, reached an unprecedented peak.

Chapter 192 Theresa on the Table, Snow Wolf Squad Under the Table

Lu Mo was enjoying this extreme, immoral experience.

Above him, Theresa's oblivious, clear, and melodious laughter, accompanied by the soft clinking of porcelain, continuously reached his ears.

"Lia, your tea and snacks are delicious, much better than the ones at the Destiny Dining Hall! Can you teach me how to make them sometime?"

Aside from the academy route, "Lia's" cooking skills are absolutely top-notch. However, the famous scenes created by her mother-in-law's love-struck mind have damaged her reputation for cooking and taste.

"And also, let me tell you, I recently discovered a super fun new game..."

But beneath the tablecloth, in this small and dimly lit world, a completely different scene unfolds.

Two powerful and proud A-rank Valkyries, like the most lowly prisoners, were forced to kneel in this cramped space, suppressing their urge to be intimate with Lu Mo.

Body temperature, breathing. Although covered by the tablecloth, the two women managed to suppress their trembling impulses caused by their longing for Lu Mo, and they suppressed the airflow that Lu Mo could clearly feel their husbands' emotions without even lifting the tablecloth.

The feeling of letting the two suffer in hell while he could arbitrarily control their lives and deaths made Lu Mo feel his soul trembling with excitement.

His fingers continued to slowly caress those two stunningly beautiful faces.

Every time my fingertips ran through their hair, every time I kneaded their cheeks, I was met with a cacophony of sounds from them, like the mournful cries of young animals.

In order to avoid arousing Theresa's suspicion by discovering their presence, the two of them could only try their best to make sounds similar to those of small animals outdoors, so that Theresa would think that small animals in the forest were howling.

The longer time passed, the less their voices sounded like theirs.

Lu Mo had pushed her reason to the brink of collapse.

And just as he was about to further and completely strip them of their last, pitiful sanity—

"oops."

Suddenly, Theresa let out a soft, annoyed cry from above. Immediately afterward, a warm liquid, carrying the aroma of black tea, dripped down through the seam of the tablecloth, landing right on the back of Lu Mo's "mischievous" hand.

He subconsciously looked up and saw Theresa's small face, which looked a little flustered because she had knocked over her teacup, peeking over from the edge of the table.

"Um... I'm so sorry, Xiao Mo," she said with a hint of apology, "I accidentally... spilled the tea. Are you... not burned?"

Her voice was normal. Her expression was normal too.

However, Lu Mo saw in the depths of her jewel-like eyes a flame, just like that of Shi Yu Qiluo and Cheng Lixue, filled with an unusual heat and longing.

It looks like...

The "seasoning" has finally worked on this little guy—no, I should say that Theresa, this little BBA, has been wanting this for a long time.

A sense of understanding flashed through Lu Mo's mind.

“I’m fine,” he looked up and gave Theresa an innocent smile. “It’s just a little bit.”

Was this an accident, or did Theresa do it on purpose?

It's hard to guess.

However, it cannot be denied that the fact that Theresa's mistake caused the two people under the table to make noises that they shouldn't have made did not expose them.

It completely crushed Theresa's already fragile sanity, which was eroded by the drug's effects.

She could no longer suppress the wild, beast-like urge surging within her.

Almost instinctively, she reached out and grabbed the collar of the "little rascal" who was smiling "innocently" at her, then pulled him out of that narrow, secret-filled dark world without a word.

"elder sister……?"

Lu Mo feigned a startled and bewildered expression.

Theresa, however, did not give him any further "performance" opportunities.

If we don't fight for it, we won't get to eat meat!

Theresa completely relaxed her resistance to the "drug's effects" and pretended to lose control as she ran towards Lu Mo.

Honestly, if she were herself before becoming a bishop—no, preferably before the "main storyline begins," she wouldn't have so many reservations.

And so, above the table, Theresa, pretending to be out of control, made the bowls, plates, spoons, knives, and forks clink together with a crisp sound.

This also allowed these sounds to be clearly heard in the small space under the table.

In such a confined space, the atmosphere can easily become strange, and the obstruction of sound and sight makes it easy for them to have wild fantasies.

Shi Yu Qiluo and Cheng Lixue remained in the same posture that indicated Lu Mo's submission, trapped in this isolated "cage".

They couldn't see what was happening up there, but Theresa's voice was still clearly audible.

Both of them had a general idea of ​​what was going on, but the instructions in their minds did not give them permission to come out.

In the script, they are unable to move because they are controlled by Lu Mo, and Theresa is still rational, so they cannot arouse her suspicion.

Of course, this is just one perspective. In reality, even if the two of them appeared directly in front of Theresa, there would be no difference in her current situation.

In reality, they were simply curious about what Theresa and Lu Mo looked like now—they knew about the relationship between Theresa and Lu Mo, which only made them more curious.

Just how far have things progressed between them? After all, the relationship between Theresa and Lu Mo is a little hard to imagine.

Two people who had never formally experienced it were very curious.