Valkyrie Flavor Tasting Guide

First, there's the "little queen" Celine, who, though stubborn, is incredibly honest in her actions.

Then there is the "double service" between Beatrice and Misterine, two "counterfeit sisters" who are similar yet full of different charms, and full of forbidden and immoral connotations.

Lu Mo was content, enjoying his decadent and extravagant, emperor-like "pleasure life".

Time quickly passed, and the next day arrived.

As the first rays of dawn pierced through the frosty window of the cabin and fell upon the soft bed inside, still tinged with a warm, ambiguous atmosphere, the little purple-fuzzy ball of fur, who had slept soundly all night and was dressed in a white shirt, finally and slowly opened her beautiful eyes, as lovely as violet petals.

However, at this moment, the cold light in her eyes, filled with hatred and tyranny, that belonged to the "Second Herrscher," was no longer there.

Instead, there was a pure land filled with innocence and confusion, as clear and pure as a newborn baby...

She blinked her long eyelashes, somewhat confused, and looked around at the unfamiliar surroundings. When her gaze finally settled on the man sitting gently beside her bed, smiling at her, a clear hint of apprehension towards the unknown flashed in her eyes…

—Affection and dependence.

At this moment, she actually felt quite close to Lu Mo.

"Who...are you?" Her voice, like the clearest wind chime, was full of naivety and innocence.

"me?"

A perfectly reassuring smile appeared on Lu Mo's face. He gently tucked a stray purple strand of hair that had fallen across Xilin's cheek behind her ear.

Then, with the help of two other stunningly beautiful women, each radiating maternal warmth and gazing at him with equally "loving" expressions, he spoke in a gentle, unquestionable tone to the newly "born" Sirin, who was filled with curiosity and confusion about the world.

Slowly, word by word, she uttered that spell, a spell powerful enough to completely determine her future fate.

"From today onwards, we are your... new family."

“New family members…”

Somewhat bewildered, Xilin repeated the word, which was both unfamiliar and full of warmth to her.

Because of the "purification," the dark memories in her mind, filled with pain and hatred, belonging to the "Second Herrscher," were restored.

It had long since become blurred and indistinct. But her purest desire as a "human being" still uncontrollably drove her body to seek refuge and comfort in the only existence that could bring her a sense of security and belonging.

She saw that the holy "saint" with long, snow-white hair, who also exuded a warm, "motherly" aura, was walking slowly toward her with gentle steps.

So, almost instinctively, she got out of bed, took her still somewhat weak little legs, and stumbled like a fledgling bird that had found its mother, rushing into the warm and soft place that was opening its arms to her.

"Mother……"

She buried her face deeply in Beatrice's fragrant embrace, and in a muffled voice, uttered her first longing call after her rebirth.

however……

Upon hearing this address, Beatrice's previously loving and gentle expression involuntarily stiffened.

She subconsciously looked down at the adorable little "daughter" in her arms who was frantically cuddling with her, then looked up at the "little master" on the other side who was grinning mischievously, enjoying her embarrassed look. A charming blush, full of embarrassment and shyness, involuntarily appeared on her face.

Although she didn't mind playing any role to please him.

The title "Mom"...

For her, who, unlike her counterpart in another world, had not truly experienced marriage and childbirth and was still a "virgin"...

It was indeed... a bit too early.

Lu Mo suddenly thought of something interesting.

My mother-in-law was around 25 when she sacrificed her life, while Xilin was around 13.

If the prerequisite for adoption is established, then for those who are unaware of the situation—the father-in-law can be shot.

This age gap

"Um..." She coughed lightly, a little embarrassed, and reached out to gently pat the back of the little one in her arms, saying in a gentle tone full of negotiation, "Although... I also really like it when you call me that..."

“But look,” she pointed to her still young and beautiful face, which showed no signs of aging, “I’m still so young, it just feels… weird to call me Mom directly.”

"so……"

"From now on, please still call me... older sister, okay?"

"Okay...okay, Sister Leah."

Celine accepted the new, affectionate nickname without any resistance.

After all, whether it's "Mom" or "Sister," it doesn't make much difference to her at this moment. They're just synonyms that make her feel warm and safe...

However, as time went by, the longer Sirin lived in this "new home" filled with "warmth" and "harmony," the more her heart, which had become as pure as a blank sheet of paper due to "purification," began to uncontrollably feel something... indescribable, filled with a strange atmosphere... "awkwardness."

This is Siberia, a frigid land where snow blankets the land and ice freezes the surrounding area for miles.

However, this small wooden cabin is always as warm as the height of summer. In fact, it could even be described as... somewhat "scorching".

Although it goes against common sense, it is still somewhat understandable.

But Sister Lia and Sister Yu Tu, whose name is "Mistelin", always wear clothes that are... so... revealing.

Although Celine couldn't fully comprehend the style of "clothing" that involved exposing large swaths of smooth, white skin to the air without a care, the visually striking outfits made her vaguely realize that such attire seemed... not so "normal."

But what made her most uncomfortable, even... somewhat "terrified," was...

It was still that same "brother" they all called "Xiao Mo," who would go out every morning to collect "supplies"...

Beatrice would always kneel on the cold entryway floor, and then, with her "brother" who was about to leave, perform something... something she couldn't understand at all, something that seemed intimate yet filled with a certain indescribable "ritual"...

—A strange "farewell ceremony".

If these minor "oddities" only exist in daily life, then it's not so bad.

For example, the sisters always like to leave their clothes lying around everywhere, sometimes even in... such as on the kitchen table, or... on the bathroom ceiling, and other unbelievable places.

For example, every morning when she wakes up, she can always see some fresh, strange "footprints" on the white snow in front of her house, which look like some kind of four-legged animal.

These seemingly incongruous details, while causing some confusion for Celine, whose mind was still like that of a child, were far from enough to frighten her.

What she found most incomprehensible, even... utterly baffling, was what happened every day... during meals.

Whether it's breakfast, lunch, or dinner.

As long as the family sits around that small dining table, Beatrice, Lu Mo, and she will all sit normally in their respective chairs.

Only... Mistelin, who also had long, snow-white hair and was also called "sister" by her, never appeared at the dinner table.

Do not……

It's not that it never happened.

She's there too.

However, she didn't eat on a chair, but... under the table.

Sirin could never understand why her sister Mistelin would crawl under the table.

All she knew was that whenever the family started eating, her always gentle and considerate brother Lu Mo would occasionally make some... incomprehensible "hissing" sounds.

It's like... he's being... by something...

—Like gnawing.

"How is this kind of life...?"

As night fell, only a dim oil lamp lit up the cabin, casting long, long shadows of two intertwined figures filled with an ambiguous atmosphere.

With a hoarse and emotional voice, Lu Mo asked Beatrice in a low, playful voice.

The character of Sirin in the script was not hypnotized like her, and was completely unaware of the intimate relationship between the two that transcended the category of "family".

The "older sister" was being so affectionate with her "older brother" in front of the "younger sister" who was full of love and dependence on her...

For Beatrice, this feeling was... a rather bold and taboo new experience.

"It feels so good... I... I'm really... a little embarrassed..."

The image of Sirin's purple eyes, filled with innocence and trust, uncontrollably surfaced in her mind.

The child in the current script has no idea what intimacy between them means.

This made Beatrice feel a little guilty and shy, but at the same time she couldn't help but marvel at the ultimate pleasure she was enjoying.

Celine had no idea that what appeared to her as a warm and harmonious "family game" was actually a filthy and shameful feast of lust.

This stirred up an indescribable and intense sense of guilt in Beatrice's heart.

Every time Sirin looked at her with those pure and respectful purple eyes, Beatrice felt as if her soul was being scorched by the hottest flames.

She felt like a despicable blasphemer who was defiling the purest sacred objects.

however……

Along with this intense sense of guilt came an even stronger, more irresistible feeling of excitement.

She liked... she liked Sirin's "ignorance".

She reveled in the intimate interactions with the man who had her completely manipulated, all under her innocent gaze.

She even began to anticipate, hoping that the man, under the "cover" of this "ignorance," would do something to her...

—Something even more outrageous, and even more…exciting to her.

She couldn't imagine what would happen if Celine knew the truth of these things.

Would you be disgusted by her filth, or...?

The thought of such a devastating development nearly shattered Beatrice's consciousness.

However, at that moment a voice rang out that made her uneasy.

Chapter 203 Sirin also wants to join

The slightly hurried knocking on the door abruptly broke the ambiguous and secretive tranquility of the small wooden house.

Immediately afterwards, a girl's voice, full of childishness and confusion, rang out from outside the door.

"Sister Leah? Brother? Are you...asleep?"

It's Siren.

At this time, she should have already been lying in her own bed, fast asleep.

Upon hearing this voice, the two villains, who were still immersed in the satisfaction brought by the forbidden, suddenly stiffened, like two statues instantly petrified.

"Oops!"

At the same moment, the same thought filled with panic and fear flashed through their minds.

Before Beatrice could even process how unbearable her position was, she instinctively reached out and grabbed the thick wool blanket beside her, still warm from their bodies, and like the most agile cheetah, wrapped herself and Lu Mo's equally naked bodies tightly.

The two of them looked exactly like parents caught by their child wrestling.

Clearly, this was not a real case of "catching someone in the act of adultery".

Clearly, the "child" standing outside the door knew nothing about any of this.

Clearly, if they wanted, they could use "hypnosis" at any time to make her see everything as an unreal dream.

but……

The panic I feel at this moment, the intense guilt stemming from my immorality, is all so real.

even……

It's even more unbearable and exciting than actually being caught in the act of adultery.

Lu Mo quickly realized this. A cunning glint, full of mischievousness and possessiveness, flashed in his dark eyes.

Just as Celine pushed open the half-closed wooden door and walked in with small steps and a puzzled look on her face.

Lu Mo's large hand, which had previously been considered "well-behaved," then, like the most nimble venomous snake, silently slipped under the cover of the blanket and once again onto the most beautiful body in the world beneath him, continuing their previous intimacy.

"Sister Lia...?" Sirin rubbed her sleepy eyes, looking at the "sister" who was tightly hugging her "brother" and wrapping them both up in the blanket, her voice full of confusion, "What... are you doing?"

"No...nothing..."

Beatrice, desperate for a plausible excuse, cried out, "We...we were just...a little cold...so...we huddled together...to keep warm..."

She wanted to push away the "little rascal" who was wantonly "doing evil" on her, and struggle to break free from his ill-timed actions.

However, her body, which had already been ravaged to the point of near collapse, was now completely devoid of any possibility of resistance.

It was just a gentle touch from his warm fingertips...