Valkyrie Flavor Tasting Guide

"Isn't this too bulky?"

She was wearing a maid outfit with an apron over it.

Kiana, dressed like this, seems to have very limited mobility in the kitchen.

"What are you thinking about?"

Knowing that Kiana was clearly implying something, Lu Mo gently lifted Kiana's bangs and chuckled softly.

"Let Mei wear those clothes for me."

You're far from having anything to play tricks on me.

"Humph~ bad guy!"

Kiana's tongue gently glided over her rose-colored lips, as if savoring the sweetness that Lu Mo had previously applied to them.

"Get the oil in the wok!"

Lu Mo gently tapped Kiana's head, "You don't want me to starve to death, do you?"

Heat oil in a wok, add vegetables, stir-fry, add water, and simmer.

As long as the steps are correct, Kiana's cooking is indeed not bad.

Her cooking skills aren't something that can be explained by cause and effect; as long as you guide her step by step, there's no problem in cooking delicious food.

Fine bubbles rose around the edge of the iron pot, bursting with a soft sound like withered leaves falling into a deep pool. Steam condensed into beads on the inside of the lid, the intermittent dripping sound cutting the twilight into creases of varying shades.

Kiana felt Lu Mo's body heat through her clothes, like the constant, gentle warmth emanating from pottery warmed by the spring sun. Her spatula, stirring the soup, suddenly stopped—the vibration of a bubble bursting at the bottom of the pot perfectly aligned with the curve of his arm encircling her waist.

Their elbows, which had been lightly touching, now pressed firmly together in an arc. Amidst the final crackling of the embers in the stove, his chin unconsciously brushed against the top of her fluffy hair. Floating oil droplets formed slowly swirling amber galaxies on the surface of the soup. Everything became noisy as the pot boiled.

"Kiana!"

"What's wrong, Captain! Oh no!"

A warm liquid touched his cheek, and Lu Mo's lips quickly swept over her fragrant, smooth skin.

Chapter 10 Your first kiss was with none other than Captain Kono!

"You haven't kissed Mei yet, have you?"

Lu Mo's tongue lightly brushed across his lips, the movement as composed as a swordsman polishing his beloved blade. A cunning glint flashed in his eyes: "Of course, I didn't either!"

He paused, his tone suddenly filled with an undeniable possessiveness, and declared, word by word:

"But just wait—Kiana Kaslana, your first kiss was with no one else."

The last syllable trembled in his deliberately prolonged breathy tone, like a nightingale startled, its wings slicing through the forest and water. "—It's me, Lu Mo da da da!" He even childishly added his own echo, making this domineering declaration a bit comical.

"Should I take this as the captain's challenge?" Kiana chuckled, amused by his words. Her slender fingertips traced along his shoulder, the gentle touch like moonlight flowing on harp strings. "A...pre-announcement of stealing my first kiss?"

Before she could finish speaking, Lu Mo suddenly grabbed her wriggling wrist, the warmth and strength of his palm carrying the chill of the night wind. The gauze curtains were whipped about by the sudden gust of wind, billowing behind him like a battle flag: "It's more like a declaration of the hunt."

He leaned down, his hair brushing against her slightly trembling throat, his warm breath sending a shiver down her spine.

"Someday—"

At the end of his words, his canine teeth gently nibbled at the side of her snow-white neck. Only when he heard that broken breath, like glass shattering on the ground, did he, satisfied, complete his declaration in a devilish whisper, almost pressed against her ear:

"—Your entire being will be my spoils."

"Tch~ Come on then, if you dare!"

Responding to Kiana's provocation were Lu Mo's eyes, which instantly turned somewhat bloodthirsty. His tongue, with its aggressive, moist heat, gently licked the spot where he had just marked with his teeth, as if savoring an appetizer.

This time, without the slightest hesitation, the sharp, interlocking canine teeth pierced Kiana's neck. She could clearly feel the cool, metallic texture piercing her skin, bringing a strange, pleasurable sensation mixed with stinging and tingling. Kiana had no intention of resisting; in fact… she actively moved her neck a few more inches closer to the source of the danger.

This gives one a contradictory and eerie feeling—as if, in the next instant, Lu Mo will completely bite off her neck, and the violent purple Honkai energy will explode with her death, completely engulfing this small kitchen, along with the entire world.

"Hmm~ Haha"

Feeling the itchy and stinging sensation of her neck being invaded, Kiana's body trembled involuntarily, and a soft moan of satisfaction escaped from deep within her throat. She was even... somewhat expectant.

Almost instantly, a crazy idea popped into my mind.

—Take a bite, Captain, take a bite.

This feeling was completely different from the past when she was hovering on the edge of life and death. At this moment, enveloped in a strong sense of love and security, she revealed a morbid longing for this potentially fatal limit when facing this intimate "life-or-death crisis".

When did I develop such a twisted hobby?

"Alright, it's ready to be taken out of the pot."

Although both of them felt an inexplicable impulse for a moment, they tacitly agreed to release each other at the last moment. Lu Mo's teeth slowly retreated from her neck, which was already marked with a beautiful red ring, leaving only a slight dampness.

This impulse was truly extraordinary.

Pulling and conquering, danger and depravity... In their minds, there was even a crazy image of Lu Mo pressing her down on the floor, using his knees to suppress her resisting limbs, and at the same time, using his equally powerful hands to fiercely choke her neck, completely possessing her under her suffocating, pleading gaze.

How could such a ridiculous thing be possible! Who could arbitrarily do anything to the Goddess of Earth, or even suffocate her?

"Smell~ It smells so good!" Kiana took a deep breath of the aroma wafting from the pot, as if to hide her uncontrollable heartbeat. "But if Mei made it, it would probably be sweeter."

Although the dishes were completely different in style, Kiana still subconsciously compared Lu Mo's cooking skills with Mei's.

“Then you’re making things difficult for me,” Lu Mo said helplessly, spreading his arms wide. “When it comes to cooking skills, I’m still far behind those three master chefs.”

Compared to Fu Hua, Mei, and Rita, any one of whom could be a Michelin-starred chef... his skills are indeed not up to par.

“But…” Kiana picked up a piece of golden scrambled egg and put it in her mouth, her tongue unconsciously pressing against the roof of her mouth. A sly glint flashed in her deep blue eyes. “It feels sweet even without sugar!”

"Anyway, even though today's dishes smell salty, they taste... well, they have a strange sweetness about them!"

"Probably because we made it ourselves." Neither of them offered any further explanation for the "sweetness."

It's all the same old formula. So why is it sweet? It's because this dish is infused with the overflowing love between the two of them.

Once something that everyone knows in their hearts is spoken aloud, its meaning completely changes.

All they had to do was, in this small, warm space, use the unintentional touch of their fingertips and the tacit exchange of their eyes to silently convey their feelings to each other.

Even for Mei, there aren't many opportunities to prepare dinner together with Kiana in a cramped kitchen, in this "old married couple" manner!

After all, once Mei arrives on the moon, she'll definitely want to be glued to Kiana every single second, so she wouldn't want to waste time cooking. But now, Kiana and I have plenty of time to spend together, indulging in this ambiguous and intimate time alone.

"Kiana... please cooperate with me."

A mischievous urge instantly seized Lu Mo. His broad hand, with an irresistible force, wrapped around Kiana's soft shoulders. His fingers, which had just been stirring dishes and still carried a hint of oil fumes, unhesitatingly left a faint, profane oil stain on her pure white, spotless fabric.

It was as if she wanted to completely defile her white dress, which symbolized purity.

"—Dear Mei-san, did you see that?"

A greasy, smug, and standard villainous smile appeared on Lu Mo's face. He grinned wickedly and pointed his phone's camera at himself and the soft, warm body in his arms.

"Now... I'm going to make a loving meal with your dearest Kiana!"

A typical blond-haired man shows off his victory in a video to the victim.

If things had gone according to plan, Mei, who was far away on the other side of the moon, would have seen this video and, while shedding tears of anguish, silently pulled out her katana and unleashed a Getsuga Tenshou at the air.

However, to be honest... if Kiana's previous judgment was true, then... both Kiana and him are blond.

"If you turn around and Mei chases you down with her katana, don't blame me for not warning you."

Although Kiana perfectly cooperated, displaying a pitiful expression of panic and genuine coercion, making their "performance" seem even more realistic, the thought of Mei's adorable "loser" reaction later made them both unable to suppress the almost bursting urge to burst into schadenfreude.

"No way," Lu Mo said with absolute confidence. "Mei is so gentle, she wouldn't dare to lay a hand on me."

Besides, this is just an appetizer. There are still many, many more "exclusive videos" to be made for my lovely wife, Mei.

If it were only this simple, it would be too unchallenging for her, wouldn't it?

"How about we do something even more outrageous in the kitchen?"

Kiana covered her lips, and her bright blue eyes, which should have been full of vitality, now revealed a hint of darkness, like a little devil, completely different from her usual image.

—Just kidding, it's true, it'll make you really happy.

Moreover, if Mei can't bear to hit the captain, she's even less likely to hit her.

In truth, doing so is actually the most correct choice.

First, gradually increase Mei's "threshold" so that you can play bigger and bigger in the future.

Kiana had already made up her mind. Now that she was certain that after becoming captain, she would definitely build a huge harem.

Then... how can it be called a "harem" if there are only one or two people? Of course... the more people, the better!

Let's drag Auntie, Bronya, and that stubborn but soft-hearted class monitor into this mess, and wreak havoc on them all. Not only will we wreak havoc, but we'll... get everyone involved!

Imagine, everyone in St. Freya lives under the same roof as the captain, and every day they can have intimate dates filled with "unexpected" and "surprising" moments...

That feeling...

Kiana only briefly sketched that image in her mind before feeling her body begin to react uncontrollably.

"In that case, are we still going to have dinner?"

Lu Mo let out a helpless chuckle and continued preparing dinner with this "little rascal" whose mind was full of "bad ideas".

"With Kiana to eat, Captain... don't you think that's enough?"

Kiana poured the chopped vegetables into the pot while looking back at him with a playful expression.

"So, in the end, will you eat me, or will I eat you..." Lu Mo shrugged, indicating that he didn't want to go hungry before enjoying the "main meal." "In the end, I'm afraid I'll be the one who starves to death first."

Although, Kiana is delicious.

But the more she ate, the hungrier she got.

Chapter 11 Will the maid be punished if she fails to feed the baby?

Dinner wasn't particularly lavish; it consisted of five simple home-style dishes for the two of them. This was only because they had prepared extra dishes to accommodate Kiana's enormous appetite.

When Lu Mo lives alone, he usually eats two vegetarian dishes and one meat dish, and one meat dish can last him three days. A luxurious four dishes and a soup like tonight is something he only indulges himself on special occasions.

Well, today counts too.

The evening breeze, carrying the coolness of the night, seeped in through the half-open window. The oil residue on the stove gleamed with an amber light in the twilight. In the air, the sweetness of green peppers and carrots mingled with the mellow aroma of rice vinegar, weaving an invisible ribbon that slowly swirled around the crystal chandelier in the living room.

"Hot food is definitely the best!" Kiana pressed the tip of her chopsticks to her lips, her teeth gently tapping the remaining sauce. She deliberately slowed her swallowing, but her slightly bright blue eyes betrayed her inner joy. The diamond-shaped bell peppers on the plate made a crisp sound as the chopsticks moved up and down, like glittering fragments of a melting ice river in spring.

Lu Mo rested his chin on one hand, watching the wisps of hair around her ear tremble gently as she chewed. He chuckled and traced a semi-circle on the edge of his porcelain bowl with a spoon: "Eat slowly, no one's going to take it from you."

Kiana's lips were adorned with a single grain of rice, glistening under the warm yellow light of the restaurant's ceiling, looking incredibly tempting.

Amidst the crisp clinking of the porcelain plate against the wooden table, the emerald green of the stir-fried vegetables visibly diminished. Lu Mo silently counted the third time her chopsticks reached for the sweet and sour lotus root slices, suddenly feeling grateful that he had drizzled two extra circles of honey earlier. Watching her lips, moistened by the sauce, move with each chew, he felt as if the rising smoke and warmth of the kitchen had condensed into a warm, sweet frost in his throat.

"Crack!"

A crisp sound shattered the silence hanging from the chandelier. Kiana hurriedly covered her mouth with her hand, her eyelashes fluttering like startled butterflies. Lu Mo's gaze swept across the table, landing on the half-eaten lotus root slice peeking through her fingers, and he finally couldn't help but chuckle. Just then, a night breeze lifted the gauze curtains, mingling the delicate fragrance of magnolias outside with the warm, steamy air inside.

A blush quickly crept onto the girl's ears, blending into the twilight like a camellia petal accidentally fallen on snow. In a huff, she placed the last piece of carrot from her bowl into Lu Mo's, the crisp sound of her chopsticks tapping against the porcelain bowl carrying a hint of barely perceptible annoyance. Lu Mo stared at the orange-red crescent-shaped piece in his bowl and suddenly felt a tingling itch on the back of his hand, which Kiana had accidentally touched while he was chopping vegetables in the kitchen.

"Captain, I..."

“I know what kind of person you are,” Lu Mo interrupted the apology she was about to say. “In fact, I’m delighted that Kiana can eat so much.”

Many so-called "big eaters" are often exaggerating their abilities. But anime girls never fake it. They eat as much as they can. However, where exactly their food goes after digestion remains one of the unsolved mysteries of the anime world.

Of course, Kiana is not included in this category, after all, Lu Mo has witnessed her growth firsthand.

Perhaps... it can continue to grow.

It seems that I'll need to contribute more to this "growth" from here on out. I wonder... what it will feel like to touch it then?

"The captain has a bad heart!"

Kiana gave a coquettish laugh, the elegant tone squeezed out between her teeth was so sweet it was almost cloying, like completely melted syrup, its pale and mellow color silently seeping into one's heart.

"You don't love me if I'm not bad." Lu Mo looked at her slightly pouting lips, but his smile grew even wider.

After eating about 50-60% of her fill, Kiana put down her chopsticks to make sure Lu Mo had enough food on each plate. She wasn't the naive little girl she used to be; since she was staying at the captain's house, she couldn't possibly eat him out of house and home.

"Hmm, Captain, now it's time for the promised maid service," she said, finishing her dishes and sitting back down at the table with a sly smile. "Be grateful for what you have."

Kiana used her chopsticks to pick up a piece of chili pepper that looked particularly vibrant under the oil, and carefully offered it to Lu Mo's lips.

"Come on, open your mouth! It's my turn to feed you!"

Kiana deliberately dragged out the last syllable, her fingertips lightly tapping the rim of the white porcelain bowl. The warm light in the room flowed like an amber stream through her hair. Her right hand, capable of precisely locking onto the core of a Honkai Beast, trembled almost imperceptibly at this moment, the shards of light reflecting off the chopsticks flickering around her lips like fireflies chasing the evening breeze on a summer night.

She was so nervous that she had to grip her right wrist with her left hand, her knuckles turning white, as if she were suppressing a sharp blade about to be drawn.