Valkyrie Flavor Tasting Guide

"Or... do you want to... quit now?"

"Theresa~"

Lu Mo rubbed his hands together excitedly, waiting for Theresa's reply.

"Goo-"

Theresa swallowed hard, the subtle sound standing out sharply in the deathly silence.

It looks like fear, but it's actually craving.

Her body was trembling uncontrollably; she was eagerly awaiting the opportunity she had been waiting for.

The next second, her actions left all the "onlookers" speechless.

None of the three expected Theresa to be this level of lethality.

Instead of continuing to struggle, she seemed to have completely given up resisting. She turned around proactively, even somewhat impatiently, and then, with her slightly weak little legs, walked step by step to the "little devil" who was looking at her with a playful expression.

Then, under the shocked and incredulous gazes of everyone, she slowly and deliberately placed her petite body into the "throne" that was open and waiting for her, a throne filled with both warmth and danger.

She looked so pleased, as if this was her own special seat.

"Owner……"

She raised her head and unhesitatingly displayed her status as "the cutest person in the world".

The lethality was amplified exponentially by the deliberately soft and gentle tone.

"Please...please...buy me..."

“I…I’m willing to do anything…as long as…as long as you’re willing…to let me stay…”

"I...I don't want...to lose everything..."

"Pfft."

A chuckle, full of wicked humor and undisguised mirth, abruptly shattered the atmosphere that seemed to be filled with sorrow and humiliation.

Lu Mo could no longer suppress the amusement and smugness in his heart. He looked at the little "valiant goddess" in his arms who had taken the initiative to "throw herself into his arms" and was "begging" him with a pitiful and tearful expression.

People in their fifties are at an age where they should be enjoyed.

I felt like an evil demon king who had just captured his most beloved prey.

He did not immediately respond to Theresa's "plea".

He stretched out his hands, beginning to let his little treasure feel his violent side.

The cuter something is, the more irresistible it is to want to destroy it, isn't it?

"No...don't rush, Sister Theresa," his voice was like the sweetest poison, full of irresistible magic, "before deciding whether to buy you, I have to...check out the goods first, don't I?"

These humiliating words caused Theresa's body to stiffen again. But she dared not resist at all, and could only let that "devil" treat her like a "commodity" that could be valued at will, and "appraise" her at will.

But deep down, he was filled with smugness.

Sure enough, her rating wasn't at least not at the bottom.

Although Shigure Kira from another world has a high rating, her charm value is not enough.

Just as Theresa felt she was about to be completely consumed by overwhelming shame.

Lu Mo's movements suddenly stopped.

He slowly turned his head, fixing his dignified and commanding gaze directly on his favorite person.

Watching her consciously change her posture, she remained a perfect "dogeza" (a traditional Chinese kneeling posture) and a holy "saint" until he spoke.

“Beateria.” His voice carried the full force of a tyrant’s savagery.

"Yes, Master." Beatrice slowly raised her head, her holy face still displaying an expression of absolute obedience and impeccable grace.

“While we’re inspecting the goods,” Lu Mo’s lips curled into an even more cruel and wicked smile, “we always need some…entertainment to liven things up, don’t we?”

"so……"

"Use your perfect, holy body to perform something delicious for us."

Upon hearing this command, Beatrice's sapphire-blue eyes showed no hesitation or confusion whatsoever.

That sense of naturalness made both Shi Yuqiluo and Cheng Lixue feel a bit out of place.

She simply stood up slowly from the ground, still wearing that impeccable smile full of absolute obedience.

Then, she turned around and cast her loving and holy gaze upon her two "teammates" who were still lying on the ground, in a standby state.

"Qiluo, Lixue," her voice was still as gentle as ever, yet it carried an undeniable air of command from a "superior," "You two, get up too."

Upon hearing this, Shi Yu Qiluo and Cheng Lixue instinctively obeyed the instruction. They got up from the ground, their faces still flushed with a lingering, hazy blush from their recent intimate encounter.

They looked at the "captain" in front of them with some confusion, whose behavior was becoming increasingly unpredictable.

Beatrice did not give them any chance to ask questions.

She simply walked gracefully between the two women, and then, with her long, white arms, like the most perfect works of art, gently but with an irresistible force, embraced their equally slender and supple waists.

“Master…likes watching dancing,” her voice, like a devil’s whisper, whispered in their ears, filled with deadly allure, “So…you two will temporarily serve as…my dance partners.”

Before the two could react, she put her arm around them and led them to the most spacious open area in the center of the living room, enough for the three of them to move around freely.

However, just when the two beauties thought they were going to be dance partners in drag...

A "pole dance" that would captivate any man, priceless and incredibly sensual, began unexpectedly in this luxurious bedroom filled with classic European style.

However, the "steel pipe" used in this dance is not cold metal.

Instead... two equally alluring bodies belonging to top-tier Valkyries.

Beatrice's dance moves were even more unfamiliar to them.

Her body, like the softest serpent, wantonly coiled, climbed, and slid over the two equally perfect bodies she used as "props."

Her long legs, like the most precise compass, traced patterns that were so alluring and filled with forbidden beauty that they could make anyone lose their soul.

Shi Yu Qiluo and Cheng Lixue's minds had completely ceased to think. They were like two soulless puppets, stiffly and passively enduring the saintess who was "dancing" on them at will.

This behavior strongly resembles the image of a saint praying by day and selling her body at night.

That's a style that their captain herself would never use.

Especially the kiss Beatrice gave Lu Mofei.

This flying kiss was definitely the best medicine for Lu Mo—you could tell just by looking at Theresa's sudden change in expression.

Their bodies, under this continuous and daring allure, revealed a yearning to unbutton their clothes and dance together.

Lu Mo, however, took all of this into account.

He continued to enjoy the warm touch of the "little pet" in his arms, who was completely terrified, while simultaneously savoring Beatrice's allure.

When the last gesture signaled Lu Mo to step forward, and the dance steps, performed freely in the non-existent dance floor, slowly came to an end amidst a barely audible, satisfied pant, this "dance" that could drive anyone mad finally came to a close.

Beatrice subtly revealed a seductive glance back.

It was as if a bullet had pierced Lu Mo's heart.

After that, she ignored the two "teammates" who were already completely paralyzed and delirious under her destructive charm.

She simply strode forward, her long legs, now even more alluring from the intense "dance" she had just performed, slowly making her way toward her "master," who was watching her with amusement.

Then, in front of everyone, she stretched out her slender, slightly trembling hands, like the most perfect works of art, and unbuttoned her once "elegant" dress, one button at a time.

It sounded like a cicada shedding its skin, a soft, popping sound.

Even with only her delicate shoulders exposed, Lu Mo was certain of it—

I saw an extremely beautiful white.

In terms of its whiteness, it is unparalleled.

Instead, this white

A proud and alluring smile curved her lips.

She raised her hand and, as if tossing a bouquet, accurately tossed the gift, still warm and fragrant with her body heat, to her "master," who was waiting for her with a look of pure enjoyment.

Chapter 195 Miss Fu Hua, do you want to save your apprentice who has turned into a firearm?

A few days later, on an ordinary afternoon, sunlight streamed through the huge French windows of the Shaniat Castle, casting warm and bright spots of light on the floor.

Fu Hua stood alone before the heavy oak door of the castle, its intricate carvings etched with patterns, a faint sense of helplessness on her face that she herself was unaware of.

Yesterday, she received an elegantly worded and sincere invitation from Beatrice to come to the Shaniat family home for a small, private tea party.

Beatrice.

Even though they haven't met yet, this person with the name Yun Hua can guess who the other person is related to.

This is also someone she greatly admires from her memories of the past few years.

She didn't have many friends in her destiny, but that person was undoubtedly one of them.

"So it's impossible to let her go after all?" Fu Hua muttered to herself, immediately reverting to her "completely ignorant" act.

Besides, she hasn't forgotten the period in this script when she was deliberately suppressing and avoiding her relationship with that apprentice.

She was just a little confused as to why Li Xue was also placed in this ancient castle, something that had never happened before.

What exactly did Lu Mo do to his disciple?

Perhaps... we'll know the answer soon.

This thought caused a hint of anticipation and a strange smile to appear on Fu Hua's lips.

She took a deep breath, suppressed the inexplicable emotions in her heart, reached out, and gently pushed open the half-closed, heavy oak door.

"excuse me."

As she spoke, she slowly walked into the spacious yet magnificent living room, filled with classic European style.

However, the scene before her made her freeze in place. Her pupils contracted sharply.

The afternoon tea party in the living room was not the warm and harmonious one she had imagined.

There were only two people in the vast space.

One of them was Lu Mo's new teenage form, which she seemed to have missed.

At this moment, he sat leisurely and comfortably on an antique sofa that looked incredibly valuable, just like an emperor. In his hand, he held a cup of steaming black tea, and on his face was a standard villainous smile, waiting for Fu Hua to take her seat.

How should I put this atmosphere?

It wasn't exactly a trap, but it did resemble something I often saw during my time as Sherlock Holmes.

It evoked a sense of déjà vu, reminiscent of some underground negotiation scenarios.

And the other person...

Another person...

Fu Hua felt her breath completely stop in that instant.

She saw her beloved apprentice, Cheng Lixue, whom she had been deliberately avoiding, or even afraid to face.

At this moment, she was kneeling on all fours in front of her man, in a posture full of humiliation and submissiveness.

Although Fu Hua did want Cheng Lixue to become part of Lu Mo's harem, she still felt a little resentful that her beloved disciple was being treated so badly.

Instead of her usual dashing outfit, she wore several black leather belts that bound her strong, beautiful, and fit body tightly.

A specially made, small saddle was forcibly and fixed to her back.

Even without deliberately exerting force, Lu Mo's feet, clad in specially made leather boots, were naturally resting on the back of her most beloved disciple, making her the center of her attention.

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

"you……"

Her voice became low and hoarse due to the extreme fluctuations.

The current situation caused her some psychological struggle.

He then took a deep breath and continued to compose himself.

First and foremost, there should be appropriate anger.

Fu Hua sketched out the scene in her mind.