Valkyrie Flavor Tasting Guide

Like the softest spring mud, she once again, hopelessly, collapsed into his safe and solid embrace.

After all, she is my beloved.

She could only use her remaining, pitiful rationality to maintain her last fragile "pretense," weakly laughing and joking with the untimely little girl.

On one hand, under the cover of the blanket, she was uncontrollably and passively enduring the "devil's" most despicable prank, which made her feel that she had no energy to do anything at all.

"I always feel... something's not right at home..." A look of confusion and distress, completely out of place with her age, appeared on Celine's childlike face. She rubbed her eyes, as if trying to completely dispel the hazy, invisible "barrier" before her.

"Everyone was together, everyone looked so happy..."

"but……"

"I...I just feel like...I feel a little...out of place..."

Although she was still completely unaware of the "truth" filled with taboos and immorality, her intuition—perhaps inherited from her counterpart and naturally sharpened by the honorable Kaslana family—still allowed her to vaguely perceive a strange "incongruity" hidden beneath this warm and harmonious facade.

Her words, filled with naivety and confusion, were undoubtedly the most precise and fatal "killer" to the two "sinners" who were staging a thrilling "adultery drama."

The two of them, without realizing it, became too immersed in their roles.

The forbidden pleasure stemming from engaging in forbidden pleasures behind the back of their "child" made them feel an indescribable sense of guilt in an instant.

Just moments before this awkward and dangerous silence was about to be broken.

A resolute and serious expression suddenly appeared on Xilin's face.

As if she had finally made up her mind, she stared intently at the two "brothers" and "sisters" in front of her, who were still tightly embracing each other and looked somewhat "strange," with her pure and stubborn purple eyes.

Then, slowly and deliberately, she uttered a sentence that was enough to completely escalate this forbidden "one-woman show" into an even more insane and chaotic explosive declaration.

"that……"

"Sister Leah...Brother..."

"Although I don't yet know what you're secretly doing every night, excluding the treasure..."

"but……"

"I also want to... do it with you!"

Although she didn't know what "that thing" she was talking about really meant.

However, her intuition, which transcended her own understanding, was uncontrollably telling her—

—As long as I can do "that thing" with them.

Then, I will definitely be able to...

—To become what she had always longed for most…

—A true family.

coming!

coming!

The plot, inevitably, has finally developed to this point!

An uncontrollable, volcanic-like surge of joy welled up in Lu Mo's heart.

The reason for adding this "pure and innocent" setting to Sirin at this moment... isn't it precisely for this scene right before our eyes, a scene full of immorality and taboo that is enough to drive most people crazy, the famous "xx rice bowl" scene?!

Upon hearing Sirin's innocent and eager "declaration," Beatrice, who was still immersed in the tension and excitement of being "caught in the act," had her awkward and shy expression instantly replaced by a heart-stirring joy filled with relief and enthusiasm.

Her eyes and brows were tinged with a gentle smile that could melt the hearts of all things, a smile that belonged to a "mother."

“Oh my,” her voice carried an obvious, delightful “welcome” and… a seductive, inviting quality that only Lu Mo could understand, “Our little Xilin has finally… grown up.”

"So……"

She released the arm that was tightly holding Lu Mo, and turned to the "poor little thing" who was looking at her expectantly, opening her warm and inclusive "motherly" embrace.

"Sister Leah... I'm so glad you think that way."

"Come here quickly, my little baby."

after all……

Now, she has completely and without reservation "dedicated" herself to her "master" as the most perfect "slave".

And then, another equally beautiful and adorable "sacrifice" is personally lured before the "master," allowing him to enjoy "double" the pleasure...

This, of course, is also her "duty" as a "perfect slave."

As she spoke, Bebe Adoria didn't even give Sirin the slightest chance to hesitate or back out.

With graceful, lotus-like steps, she walked up to the somewhat bewildered "poor little thing." Then, she extended her delicate, beautiful hands and, with perfect ease, began to unbutton, one finger at a time, the childlike and adorable nightgown the girl was wearing.

"Huh...?! Sister Lia...?!" Sirin exclaimed in surprise, her small body instinctively wanting to back away.

However, the actions of the reason for the sorrow were so gentle, yet full of irresistible force.

“It’s alright, little Sirin,” her voice, as sweet as the honey, was full of irresistible magic, “If you want to become a real family with us, there are some rules you have to learn.”

Under Celine's bewildered and shy gaze, Bedori quickly and thoroughly removed her "burdensome" garment from the house.

Immediately afterwards, she picked up that youthful yet uniquely charming body and gently placed it on the soft, large bed filled with ambiguity and secrets.

then……

A special "lesson" filled with forbidden and immoral implications, where an "S-class Valkyrie" personally instructs her "daughter" on how to "serve" the same man... officially begins in this cozy yet decadent little wooden cabin.

Beatrice did not directly instill in Sirin the "knowledge" that was too "profound" and could completely shut down her brain.

She simply guided me like the gentlest and most patient teacher, using a method that was almost like "hands-on instruction."

Starting with the most basic and most important "etiquette," little by little, she corrected her awkward and clumsy movements.

She would gently press down on Celine's shoulders, which were stiff from nervousness, guiding her to adopt a softer, more submissive posture.

She would gently lift Celine's chin, which was slightly lowered due to shyness, and teach her to look at their shared "master" with a more direct and eager gaze.

Every movement she made was full of patience. Every glance she gave was full of encouragement.

It's like what the three people who didn't go into seclusion with Beatrice but stayed in Schicksal are doing now, according to the script.

Chapter 204 Tentacles and Sirin / Mother-in-law, Mother-in-law and Mother-in-law

For the newly "reborn" Xilin, this place was her whole world. Her memories had been completely erased by Lu Mo.

In that pure white heart, only the purest affection and dependence remained for the two "older sisters" and the only "master".

This was also the most suitable reason Lu Mo found for the magical girl Sirin—after all, it was too difficult to maintain this resentment for a long time.

For Celine, life now is undoubtedly wonderful. She can curl up in Beatrice's warm embrace like the most affectionate kitten. This is something she, or the other Celine, could never have enjoyed before.

After all, the opportunity to be intimate with the headmaster alone was clearly not something an ordinary magical girl like her could get.

Of course, when Lu Mo sat in front of the fireplace, he would naturally climb to his lap, obediently rest his head on his knees, and gaze intently at the only master who had given him "new life" with his purple eyes.

As the morning sun shone through the frosty windows of the wooden cabin, Sirin's day began with a "morning exercise" filled with a sense of shame.

She wouldn't go to the dining table, but instead, quietly, like the most docile little pet, crawled to Lu Mo's bedside.

She would fold her body into a submissive position, facing the man who was still asleep.

She would remain in this position until Lu Mo woke up groggily and, with the first rays of dawn, admired the "scenery" she presented, full of flattery and reserved only for him.

And he gave her his first morning kiss, a kiss that was full of "reward" meaning and belonged to the early morning.

She wouldn't normally care about this kind of thing.

After that, it was breakfast time. Her food was never the usual dishes with their tempting aromas.

Instead... it was through the efforts of her two "older sisters"—Beateria and Mistelin—using special methods.

It was specially made for her, a "special nutrient solution" that would allow her to get closer to Lu Mo.

She would devoutly accept the drinks, which were considered "sacred" to her, like a believer receiving communion.

She swallowed it all, not a single drop left. It was as if that was the only food that could sustain her life.

Only in this way can I get closer to Lu Mo.

In recent days, Lu Mo, who has become increasingly fond of Xilin, has been taking her into the dark and damp cellar at the deepest part of the cabin.

That place seemed to have become an absolutely secret realm between the two of them, a place where no outsiders were allowed to set foot.

Each time, as the heavy cellar door, exuding the scent of old wood, slowly closed behind them.

Beatrice could clearly feel that her heart, too, was isolated in another world by that door.

She had no idea what was happening inside. The cellar's thick structure isolated it from all sound and smell.

She didn't mean any dissatisfaction, but the thought of Lu Mo and Xi Lin secretly doing something behind her back made her itchy and eager to find out.

All she knew was that every time the door opened again and the two reappeared before her, they always looked so... different.

Lu Mo's face always carried a malicious smile full of satisfaction and triumph.

Even the way Celine walked carried a languid and unsteady air, as if all the strength in her body had been wasted.

Whenever this happened, Beatrice would ask out of curiosity, only to receive ambiguous answers that made her even more concerned.

“Oh? That?” Lu Mo casually rubbed Sirin’s fluffy little head, his voice full of playful laughter, “I was just… giving Sirin some necessary… magic instruction.”

“It’s just… my brother is teaching me some essential knowledge for magical girls…” Sirin would blush and bury her head deeply in Beatrice’s arms.

Her voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz, yet it was filled with undisguised, contented sweetness.

The tightly closed cellar door, and behind it, a mysterious and unknown "secret".

An indescribable, pure curiosity began to grow and spread wildly in her heart.

No...

Today... I must... go and see.

Having finally gotten this chance, Beatrice held her breath, tiptoed, and silently followed the two figures shrouded in "secrets."

I doubt anyone would have imagined that the Valkyrie's stealth skills would be used for something like this.

Finally, she stopped before the cold, heavy cellar door that led to taboos and secrets. She turned to the side, pressing her perfect curves against the cold wall, and then slowly pressed her ear against the cold, hard door.

"Brother, is it starting again today?"

"Isn't it because you, my little glutton, love doing this the most?" Lu Mo's voice was full of undisguised doting and indulgence, as if responding to a very ordinary, intimate request between family members.

This innocent conversation eased Beatrice's guard a little.

She thought it was some kind of special "game" that only children would enjoy.

Even if two people aren't being affectionate, it's normal to play games until you're exhausted... right?

However, just as this thought flashed through her mind, an indescribable, eerie aura that made the hairs on her body stand on end suddenly seeped out from the crack in the door.

not right...

Beatrice's heart clenched. No longer content with simply listening, she carefully moved her body a little closer to the door.

Through the slightly widened crack in the old door, she cast her inquisitive gaze into the dim depths of the cellar.

Completely unaware, Lu Mo had no intention of avoiding her at all.

In her vision, Lu Mo's body was undergoing a terrifying transformation. His flesh writhed, his limbs twisted and elongated, and countless wet, supple, dark tentacles grew wildly from his torso.

The divine music reflected an ominous glow in the dim light. In just a few seconds, the gentle man transformed into a bizarre, tentacle-like monster with an uncanny beauty.

Faced with this scene that would break most people, Sirin let out a crisp cheer.

"Wow"

Far from fear, her eyes shone with the pure joy of a child seeing a beloved toy. She opened her arms and plunged into the writhing shadow without hesitation.

Those tentacles, which should have represented terror and depravity, were like the gentlest arms, softly lifting and enveloping her petite body.

Celine let out a series of silvery laughs as she frolicked in the "embrace" made of tentacles, her body stretching out with the movement of the tentacles. The scene was taboo and bizarre, yet it carried a kind of absurd harmony.

Beatrice's mind went completely blank. She covered her mouth tightly with her hand, afraid that even the slightest gasp would disturb the secret "feast" behind the door that was beyond her imagination...

This is Lu Moxin's ability: to reconstruct his body and transform it into a monster.

Of course, it's just a matter of changing his appearance; he's still essentially himself.

The tentacles of the tentacle monster are essentially just a transformation of its limbs.

Several main tentacles began to slowly and gently play with Sirin.