Valkyrie Flavor Tasting Guide

Outside the window, a magnificent sunset glowed, as if ablaze with flames. Inside, however, lay a different scene... a captivating landscape brimming with ambiguity and passion.

She saw "herself" placing her long, perfect feet, encased in white stockings, on the "boy's" lap, letting his exploratory hands freely play with and admire her ankles, calves, and even... until Lu Mo lifted her legs above her head.

She saw that "herself" had a slightly intoxicated, dreamy blush on her face after glancing out of the Ferris wheel.

The spacious desk was piled high with various documents that needed to be reviewed.

Theresa, feeling dizzy, slumped over the table, indicating that she didn't want to work overtime.

She couldn't see anything behind her; her dearest younger sister was covering her mouth and unbuttoning her clothes.

If Theresa turned around, she would see a very bad development, but she no longer had the strength to turn around.

And she was being tricked by that little "devil" into wearing sunglasses that were completely out of character for her, and... a pure white mask that could conceal all her expressions.

It flashed by as Theresa walked through the alley.

Theresa didn't even notice her presence, let alone how outrageous her clothes were.

She clutched her chest, feeling her heart pounding wildly because of her earlier actions.

Would Theresa recognize her if she saw her? She didn't know, she had no idea.

……

These were all fabricated memories that Lu Mo had forcibly inserted into her mind.

However, for Beatrice at this moment, the images and sounds contained in these "memories" were so clear, so... real.

Even though she knew she was a fake, she couldn't resist the impact of this surging tide.

"No...it's not..."

"None of these...are real..."

"I...I didn't..."

Feeling her memories being wantonly toyed with and defiled by that "demon," Beatrice let out a broken, agonizing cry filled with pain and despair.

At this moment, her will finally began to weaken, little by little.

Little by little... it led to... complete... collapse.

"Now, you can no longer resist me."

Lu Mo placed his fingers over Beatrice's trembling eyes, gradually calming her body down—in return, she would be back in that state of losing herself, with no chance of waking up again.

"This feeling, no matter how many times, will never go away."

Looking at Beatrice's obedient demeanor, Lu Mo felt that joy again.

A person so weak that any high-level Valkyrie could easily kill him has gained control of the strongest Valkyrie.

It was absolutely exhilarating!!!

Chapter 201 Yutu Lia's Jenga

"Are you satisfied with just this?"

"Of course not..."

Lu Mo subconsciously responded, then suddenly turned around and saw the little "surprise" that had silently appeared behind him at some point.

Mini version—but the official "Beatetonia".

Mistelin Shaniat.

Although, in terms of the setting, she has countless connections with the real Cecilia, in Lu Mo's eyes, whether from the attitudes of others or from the actual "experience," Mistelin and his "mother-in-law" are only about 70% similar.

It belongs to the kind of thing that will amaze you at first glance, but upon closer inspection, you will immediately realize that the two are completely different.

“After all,” Misterin said, with her hands behind her back and light steps, she circled the real “Beatrice” who was still on the verge of “collapse”. “According to the setting… it’s about time for me to be born.”

The circumstances and circumstances surrounding Mistelin's birth—to put it in a slightly joking way, it could be described as an impurity within Cecilia coming to life.

Or it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that Aunt Flo has become sentient.

Although this statement is quite far from the actual situation.

"Hmm... Although she's not the true master of this world, if we compare them... we can still feel the difference between me and that one."

Although Beatrice's temperament was imbued with too much desire because of Lu Mo, Misteline could still sense the difference between herself and Cecilia from her.

She was a true saint.

“In any case,” Misterin slowly shifted her curious and inquisitive gaze from Beatrice’s still dazed and captivating face.

Then, she turned around, her eyes sparkling like sapphires, yet filled with curiosity and a touch of innocence.

She stared intently at her "master," who was looking at her with amusement.

"Next, it will be my turn, along with this 'real deal,' to serve you."

A sweet smile, full of anticipation and without a trace of impurity, appeared on her face.

"After all, as a newborn being, my understanding needs to be shaped by you personally, little by little."

Although she didn't consciously imitate it, Mistelin couldn't help but learn that loving tone full of maternal radiance from her "original self".

“How come I remember,” Lu Mo raised an eyebrow slightly, his voice filled with undisguised doubt, “that when you were born, you should have possessed a fairly complete thinking ability, right?”

“Oh dear,” Mistelin playfully stuck out her tongue, showing no embarrassment at being exposed, “that’s the original plot, isn’t it? In the current plot, she was… ruined into this state by you. And that naturally… affected my birth.”

Although she was born from the sacred stigmata of the Shaniat family.

However, her personality and cognition were still inevitably and profoundly influenced by the "matrix" Cecilia.

Her mental state directly determined the form of my birth.

This explanation... is actually quite reasonable.

"so……"

A more innocent and naive smile appeared on Mistelin's face. She took a step forward with her equally long and perfect legs and walked slowly to her "master," who was still in standby mode. Then, like a true "newborn," she surrendered her body to his embrace without any defenses.

"Now……"

Her voice was incredibly alluring, yet it also carried an irresistible, childlike dependence.

"Are you... ready to... mold me?"

As she spoke, Mistelin seemed to suddenly remember something amusing. She deliberately looked up, and a mischievous, cunning glint flashed in her childlike, innocent blue eyes. She added:

"Of course, you don't actually need to think about this too much."

“After all, my body,” Yu Tu continued in a suggestive manner, almost touching Lu Mo’s ear, “had already undergone a special modification before it was even born, because of the script.”

"so……"

"My body and my nature..."

She paused deliberately here.

Her once innocent and pure, flawless face was instantly covered by an intensely seductive and decadent expression.

Her breathing also became incredibly rapid and heavy in an instant.

Those eyes, which were once as bright as sapphires, were now completely swallowed up by a pitch-black vortex filled with endless desire and possessiveness, almost to the point of madness.

The corners of her mouth slowly turned upwards, forming a smile even more lewd and wretched than Beatrice's at her lowest point...

—A longing arc filled with (silenced) breath.

"Now……"

Her voice became exaggeratedly cloying, almost unlike what one would expect from a voice; it was filled with undisguised, seductive tenderness that could drive anyone mad.

"...It really can be said that..."

"—I was born to be ruthlessly...ravaged by a master like you."

Just like others were given some information by another Kiana

The reason she was so "unrestrained," so eager, was that she wanted to give everything she had to the man in front of her without reservation.

It's not just because of that so-called "body modulation".

More importantly, it was just a moment before she was "born" "here".

She, too, encountered that… Kiana, who was like a true “god” and could easily obliterate her even more easily than the Herrscher of the End.

Do not……

To be more precise...

"Two of them," and there's also a genuine, original Kiana.

Unlike the relatively "friendly" treatment received by others.

From any perspective, those two women could only be considered "inferior counterfeits" to her, so naturally they wouldn't have much affection for her.

After all, their respect and love for Cecilia as her daughters is beyond question.

Therefore, it's inevitable that Mistelin, a somewhat blasphemous being, will encounter some problems.

In short, they joined forces to carry out a brutal "re-education" filled with "love" and "care".

and so……

The reason why Mistelin is now so willing to become Lu Mo's "servant" is not simply because of the coercion by the two "Kiana".

Instead, after a “friendly” discussion filled with “friendliness” and “harmony” among the three (and perhaps also a certain wicked woman who was watching the drama from behind), the final “result” was reached—the process was indeed friendly and harmonious, but the attitude was questionable.

and so……

No matter which angle you look at it from...

Mistelin's behavior at this moment was exactly like that...

"It is reasonable and justifiable."

“So that’s how it is,” Beatrice, who had been silent all along, also snapped out of her reverie due to her restless gossip.

She regained the calm and composed elegance befitting an "S-class Valkyrie." She watched the dramatic scene unfold before her with interest, a hint of undisguised mockery in her voice, "Now, both of her who aren't the real thing are in your hands, at your disposal... to do whatever you want."

One is a "parallel" from another timeline, possessing the same face and memories.

The other one is a "genetically similar" replica formed by chance from the holy mark.

These two equally exceptional experiences have completely relieved Lu Mo of any worry that he might make a mistake he would regret for the rest of his life.

After all, it's enough to make any man feel completely blissful, as if he were floating on clouds.

Beatrice's tone also subtly revealed her drastically different status in Lu Mo's harem compared to the "replica" before her—this was not intentional, but simply an objective fact.

At this moment, she has temporarily broken free from the constraints of the "script." Having regained her "self," her relationship with Lu Mo is now one of equality.

This is the normal situation for most imperial harems.

Even so, in certain situations, she might exhibit extreme self-indulgence and compliance due to a sense of fun.

However, in a serious situation, there is no distinction of rank between the two.

And the person before him, Mistelin, or rather, "Feathered Rabbit"...

At this moment, however, she did not receive such "treatment".

She was merely a lowly "servant" who existed to "atone" for her sins.

"Indeed."

Lu Mo agreed with Beatrice's statement. He didn't say anything more, but slowly opened his arms and, with an air of matter-of-fact and unquestionable authority, simultaneously gave his command to the two equally beautiful but very different "imposters" in front of him.

……

The moment they received the "master's" command, Beatrice and Misterin's minds went into a state of unconsciousness, filled only with this instinct.

Beatrice's movements were full of skill, and could even be described as... almost "artistic" in their beauty.

It was a kind of perfect muscle memory... that had been deeply imprinted in the deepest part of the body's memory after many intimate encounters.

There was no trace of superfluous emotion in her eyes, only pure, absolute "obedience" to dedicate herself to her master.

Mistelin, on the other hand, behaved in the complete opposite way.

Her movements were awkward and chaotic, even clumsy. But there was a pure "instinct" in her, a curiosity and longing for everything that came from a newborn.

Chapter 202 The Ignorant Sirin