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Lu Mo revealed a domineering smile.

Given this situation, how could he possibly let Fu Hua go?

For Fu Hua, this statement was tantamount to sending her from one fire pit to another.

I will absolutely not let Fu Hua be free.

She knew that this so-called "loyalty" was definitely not just a simple verbal promise.

That will inevitably come at a price.

However, at this point, she has... no way out.

"This is... what I've been hoping for..."

Despite the many constraints she has faced over the years.

But this level of intensity is a first.

We should let Lu Mo experience this for the first time.

It would be a lie to say I have no thoughts about it.

"This isn't necessarily a bad thing. It's something new and exciting for me."

Fu Hua said softly to herself.

"……it is good."

After a long while, she slowly closed her eyes and squeezed out the word, which was full of heaviness and resignation, from deep in her throat.

"I promise you."

"very good."

Lu Mo nodded in satisfaction. He rose from the human chair he was sitting on, and slowly stood up. Then, with elegant steps, he walked step by step to the beautiful "immortal" who had completely given up resistance.

He extended a finger, and at its tip, a strange, ink-black, pinkish light, filled with an ominous aura, condensed.

After receiving Fu Hua's silent "permission," he slowly and gently placed his finger, which seemed to be the judge determining Fu Hua's fate, on her smooth and full forehead.

"Well……"

Fu Hua's body trembled violently as pain and joy surged up in one breath.

This comfortable feeling... no wonder Ritsuki couldn't control herself.

If it were her, she would probably just hold on for a little longer.

She could clearly feel a cold yet aggressive force creeping into her body from his fingertips, like the finest spiderweb, spreading to every part of her body, and finally, deeply imprinting itself on her soul.

Without resistance, Fu Hua wholeheartedly allowed Lu Mo to manipulate her soul.

It's fair to say that Lu Mo could alter her true memories to make her believe that she had been his servant for 5000 years.

When Lu Mo's fingers left again, a "harmony mark" identical to the one on Cheng Lixue's abdomen, signifying restraint and obedience, appeared.

Suddenly, through the clothing, it appeared on the skin that Fu Hua was trying to cover with her arms.

From this moment on, this immortal immortal who had protected China for five thousand years also became, utterly and completely, a tool to be toyed with and controlled at will by this greedy "demon"...

—The second perfect one, a “collectible”.

As Fu Hua's figure, filled with complex emotions, disappeared behind the heavy oak door, the living room once again returned to its ambiguous, alluring, and secret tranquility.

Lu Mo slowly turned around, casting his playful gaze upon the empty dining table, still covered with an ornate tablecloth.

"Alright, come out now." His voice carried a hint of mocking laughter.

The moment the words fell, the voice that had been hiding under the dining table and had remained silent slowly emerged.

The three of them sat side by side, enjoying Lu Mo's ministrations, and were very satisfied with what had just happened.

Beatrice's face still wore that gentle, loving, and perfect "motherly" expression, as if nothing had happened.

Theresa, on the other hand, still has that adorable appearance, full of "pet" self-awareness, obedient and incredibly clingy.

Only Cheng Lixue...

Her face was filled with an indescribable complex expression, a mixture of shame, lingering fear, and a hint of secret excitement.

She dared not look into Lu Mo's eyes, nor into Beatrice's. She simply lowered her head, her hands unconsciously twisting the fabric of her clothes, her once spirited eyes now filled only with chaos and confusion.

She knew...she knew very well...

All of this was just a "game," a "murder mystery" they staged together to please each other.

however……

Just now, she...

Under the "commands" of the "master," in that "script," she watched helplessly as her most beloved "master" was "forced" step by step into depravity by that man in the most cruel and irresistible way.

He... betrayed his own master...

Although it was just "acting," the strange emotions stemming from betrayal and submission still put her in a dilemma.

Asking her to do the impossible made her feel an unprecedented sense of unease.

Lu Mo naturally took in all the changes in her expression.

He didn't rush to "comfort" her.

He simply took a step and slowly walked up to the person in question, stretched out his "Lushan claws," grabbed her soft and lively cheek, and forced her to raise her head and look him in the eye.

"Judging from Ritsuki's expression," his voice carried a hint of undisguised mischievous laughter, "it seems... she's still feeling very uncomfortable?"

"In this case……"

A more wicked smile curled at the corners of Lu Mo's mouth.

He turned to Cheng Lixue, who was still caught in self-loathing and inner turmoil, and gave her a new "instruction".

"Then let Fu Hua punish you properly."

"Li Xue has probably never been spanked by Fu Hua, right... Or do you want me to punish you?"

As a teacher, this is my duty.

Chapter 197 Early Morning Bath, Serving in a Feast of Wine and Meat

The next morning, as the first rays of golden sunlight pierced through the gaps in the curtains and fell upon the luxurious and soft Persian carpet, Lu Mo slowly awoke from a drowsy sleep, feeling as if he had been drained of energy by the sweet experience.

Before he could fully open his eyes, he felt his head resting on a soft pillow filled with an invisible, floating cloud. His nostrils were also filled with a familiar, refreshing scent, like the crisp air after a storm.

He slowly opened his eyes, and what came into view was Shi Yu Qi Luo's beautiful sleeping face, which looked exceptionally serene, heroic, and lovely because of her sleep.

I pampered Sister Qiluo quite a bit yesterday.

In her arms, there was also a soft and petite "pillow" that was wrapped tightly around her like an octopus—Theresa.

As for the other two beauties he "punished" last night...

Lu Mo turned his head slightly and saw Cheng Lixue's arm, back, and the pair of hands that were the first to be touched by the force of the person present.

It seems...

The "comfort" seemed to have a better effect than he had imagined.

A satisfied smile appeared on Lu Mo's face.

He did not rush to get up, but like a true emperor, he leisurely enjoyed this luxurious, enviable, and wonderful morning of "sleeping together under the same quilt".

Until... the door was gently pushed open from the outside.

"Master, you're awake."

A gentle, sweet female voice rang out in the room.

Lu Mo turned his head and saw Beatrice carrying a silver tray filled with a sumptuous breakfast, walking slowly in with light, graceful steps.

She had changed into a black and white maid outfit that exuded a forbidden aura. But for some reason, today she seemed to possess an even more... captivating charm and allure than usual.

Hmm, this development is really making my mouth water more and more.

If someone saw this scene, they'd probably be envious themselves.

She walked to the bedside and slowly placed the tray on the bedside table. Then, instead of waking the three "sisters" who were still fast asleep, she leaned down slightly and placed a tender, natural good morning kiss on the handsome face of the "master," which still carried a hint of languor and confusion.

"Today's breakfast was specially prepared for you by me."

Her voice carried a subtle huskiness and allure, and her eyes, like the azure ocean, could instantly express love, then naturally withdraw without being too ostentatious.

"Then...feed me with your mouth."

Upon hearing this command, which was filled with both shame and favor, Beatrice's holy face showed no hesitation or difficulty whatsoever.

She simply bowed slightly, her soft, upright, and tall body, which was not overly imposing, changing her original kneeling position on the edge of the bed to a more gentle, relaxed, and even familiar side-sitting position.

Then, under the gaze of three other people who were still asleep but unconsciously casting their envious and jealous glances in this direction, she slowly stretched out her lips, as delicate and luscious as the most tender flower petals, and took today's breakfast into her mouth.

……

After a loving and tender "feeding" session, when Lu Mo finally swallowed the last bite of bacon, which was saturated with the maid's saliva, Beatrice slowly straightened up her body, which was slightly sore from maintaining the same posture for so long.

Her face still held that captivatingly gentle smile, full of satisfaction and happiness, making one unwilling to go against her wishes.

She picked up the glass of warm milk, which had been prepared beforehand and smelled rich and creamy, from the bedside table and gently brought it to Lu Mo's lips.

“Master,” her voice trembled with a hint of languid hoarseness, “please…enjoy your drink.”

Lu Mo took the milk and was about to drink it all in one gulp when he suddenly stopped.

Because he saw that in Beatrice's azure eyes, there was a glint of... a cunning and mischievous ambiguity, completely different from her previous pure obedience.

“This milk…” He brought the cup to his nose and took a light sniff. A familiar, yet absolutely not-should-be-in-milk, yet incredibly familiar, faint fragrance instantly filled his nostrils. “It seems… a little special.”

"Oh dear," Beatrice feigned surprise, gently covering her mouth with her hand, but the smile in her eyes was impossible to hide. "Did you... find out?"

Beatrice knew perfectly well just how top-quality the milk Lu Mo drank was—something no one else in the world could drink.

"Do you think they're sleeping so soundly?" Beatrice deliberately concealed whether she was involved.

"They get up to prepare the milk before going back to sleep."

"I see……"

Upon hearing this, Lu Mo smiled knowingly. He didn't say anything more, but simply tilted his head back and drank the "specially made" milk, which was filled with the "essence of love," in one gulp without hesitation.

The warm liquid, with a unique sweetness, slid down his throat, like the finest nectar, nourishing his body, which was slightly parched from the "exhaustion" of the previous night.

After enjoying this unique "breakfast," Lu Mo could clearly feel that his body was covered with a thin layer of marks filled with various sweet scents, yet making him feel cramped. He stretched and slowly stood up from the large bed that still retained an ambiguous atmosphere.

"I'm going to take a shower."

As he spoke, he walked toward the bathroom.

And just as he pushed open the bathroom door—

Four equally alluring, soft, and fragrant bodies, like four clingy serpentine snakes, silently and tightly wrapped around her from four different directions, from behind.

"Owner"

"Xiao Mo"

"My Lord"

鈥滀汉鐖鐖搖殑鈥

Although there are two stages where I am not as good as others

Four charming calls, each with its own unique allure and seductive quality, rang in his ears simultaneously.

Beatrice knelt before him, nuzzling her holy face against his chest affectionately.

Theresa, like a koala, clung to his back, her petite body constantly trying to climb up and then sliding down.

Shi Yu Qiluo and Cheng Lixue, one on each side, like the most loyal guards, tightly embraced his arms in their equally soft and warm embrace.

A lavish and indulgent, "imperial" bathing experience officially began at this moment...

—A lavish prelude.

In the enormous, luxurious bathtub that could accommodate more than a dozen people frolicking in, warm water gushed out from all directions, creating a hazy mist in the air.

Lu Mo lay comfortably on the smooth edge of the marble bathtub, just like a "useless person" who had lost all mobility.