Valkyrie Flavor Tasting Guide

However, to Beatrice's disbelief...

Celine's thin white shirt was quickly stretched taut, outlining a breathtakingly perfect curve.

However, there was no trace of pain on Celine's face. Instead, there was a pure and radiant smile filled with curiosity.

"magic"?

This is indeed illogical.

But Beatrice was relieved that the tentacle didn't seem to be doing anything to Sirin in a stereotypical way.

The change in Sirin's physical form was merely a transformation.

When the bulge reached a critical point, as if it were about to burst at any moment, several small orbs of light silently flew out from Sirin's body.

With the birth of these "newborns," Xilin's body, like a punctured balloon, instantly returned to its original flatness.

In terms of the scene itself, it was indeed a bit scary, but not as exaggerated as Beatrice had originally imagined.

In the blink of an eye, Lu Mo regained his original handsome and dashing appearance.

He turned his head, his dark eyes piercing through the crack in the door, landing precisely on the figure outside who was already trembling with fear.

A sly smile, full of triumph, spread across his face.

Hooked.

“You’ve all seen it, haven’t you?” His voice wasn’t loud, but it reached Beatrice’s ears clearly. “Aren’t you coming out yet, Sister Leah?”

As soon as the words were spoken, the heavy cellar door was slowly pushed open from the outside by a slender, slightly trembling hand.

However, her entrance was not the questioning, haughty stance that one would expect.

After all, she has now been completely brainwashed by Lu Mo.

She knelt on both knees, her hands braced against the cold stone slab, and like the most docile house cat, she unconsciously crawled step by step toward the man she loved most.

She gazed at her one and only "master" with a mixture of coquetry, resentment, and intense longing.

"Master is biased!" She stuck out her tongue playfully, her voice full of feigned dissatisfaction, "He actually... only uses this amusing trick to tease Sirin."

Beatrice felt no fear towards this thing, only amusement—of course, because the object of her interest was Lu Mo.

These remarks, which were full of "competing for favor," made Lu Mo chuckle.

He could clearly sense that Beatrice's emotions were not driven by jealousy towards Sirin.

Besides, Beatrice couldn't possibly be jealous of Sirin; the opposite is more likely.

Rather, it was a kind of...for herself, why didn't this one and only supreme "master" in her heart let her experience the same ultimate joy...—pure, "coquettish."

It's like she's using a coquettish tone to win favor, it's almost too much!

"Isn't it because I was afraid you wouldn't accept?" he said, stretching out his hand and extending an invitation full of favor to this perfect "slave" who had already given everything to him.

While it wouldn't be a problem to directly ask Beatrice to play like this, Lu Mo felt it would be more interesting this way.

"Since you want it so badly..."

"—Then, come over here!"

Upon hearing this invitation, which was brimming with the implication of "permission," Beatrice's eyes gleamed with a protective, fanatical light.

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Lu Mo took in the expectant and longing look on her face, and a more wicked smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

As he spoke, his body, which had just returned to normal, began to undergo another frenzied "mutation" amidst an even more intense and heart-pounding cracking sound of bones popping.

This time, he didn't transform into tentacles; instead, he became a ferocious "giant."

The enormous and oppressive body almost completely filled the entire cellar, leaving only a suffocating shadow.

Immediately afterwards, the giant hand, capable of easily crushing steel, slowly covered the tiny, ant-like holy figure with a whistling sound.

He gently, yet irresistibly, grasped Beatrice's slender waist in his palm.

"Are you scared?"

Beatrice's face showed no fear whatsoever, but rather was filled with anticipation.

"Not afraid..."

She tilted her head back, and a captivating smile, filled with extreme infatuation and fervor, blossomed on her pristine face.

She stretched out her equally soft hands and gently embraced the giant claws that were pinching her, with a gesture full of affection and love.

"—Because, Master...loves Aria the most."

Her voice trembled slightly, almost imperceptibly, in the throes of extreme excitement.

She felt the domineering aura of power and control emanating from the giant hand, watching as the enormous figure could do whatever it wanted to her.

A loving and blissful smile appeared on her lips.

……

After a series of intense and astonishing acts of manipulation that were full of implications about "physical differences".

With satisfaction, Lu Mo gently placed the perfect "Saintess," who had been "pampered" to the point of exhaustion and was unwilling to move a single finger, side by side with the small "Herrscher" on the other side, who was also tired of playing.

Two equally perfect, yet one large and one small, contrasting beautiful bodies nestled together quietly, lost in a sweet atmosphere.

"Tsk tsk tsk, is it a bad idea to make an appearance now?"

Although the resurrection of the original is a foregone conclusion, Beatrice's attitude clearly shows that she has a good relationship with them.

It was Sirin who was enjoying spending time with Beatrice like this for the first time.

"Forget it, I won't think about it anymore. After all, I'm here."

Lu Mo, having regained his youthful, harmless appearance, lay comfortably on top of the two beautiful women, each with their own unique charm and allure.

He admired the exquisite "painting" he had created with his own hands, a painting brimming with harmony, and felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction.

This rice bowl is already 50% complete.

Who will be next to appear?

Looking at the two beautiful bodies lying on the ground before him, each equally perfect yet with a completely different charm.

The perverse sense of humor that belonged to the two "masters" in their hearts not only did not diminish in the slightest, but instead grew even stronger.

They are already very weak, but that's precisely why they deserve to be "bullied" so much.

Men's liking for darkness probably stems from this kind of mentality.

He slowly walked between the two women, looking down at them and admiring their languid expressions, which were particularly captivating due to their exhaustion.

Then, he squatted down and, using both hands, arranged their bodies side by side as if handling his most beloved dolls.

One still, one in motion; one pure, one adorable. This stunningly beautiful scene, brimming with strong visual impact, filled Lu Mo's heart with an indescribable sense of satisfaction.

After admiring it, he did not stop there. Instead, he took out a classically styled prop that felt restrictive from a pile of ominous-looking "toys" that had been prepared in the corner of the cellar.

This not only restrains their hands, but also restricts their head movement.

It can be said to be a classic design.

Using one hand on each of his, he half-dragged and half-pulled the two "poor little ones" who were already too weak to resist.

Then, they were fixed side by side against the wall like the most docile prisoners.

The cold wooden shackles tightly bound their slender necks and wrists.

Make them pose in a shameful way, like prisoners.

This left them with no choice but to helplessly and thoroughly display their own pathetic state, having been manipulated and toyed with.

If this were a public occasion, they would definitely faint from embarrassment.

Beatrice and Sirin felt no humiliation as a result.

They simply stared intently with dreamy eyes at the man who was looking at them with amusement, anticipating his next interesting move.

however……

Lu Mo, however, slowly and leisurely admired the exquisite "Prisoner Picture" before him for a moment, and then, like a gourmet who had just enjoyed a delicious meal, smacked his lips with lingering satisfaction.

Then he turned around and slowly walked toward the cellar door.

"Owner……?"

"elder brother……?"

Two charming voices, filled with confusion and bewilderment, called out to him simultaneously from behind.

Lu Mo stopped walking, but did not turn around.

He merely turned his head to the side, glancing out of the corner of his eye at the two "poor little things" who were staring at him in astonishment, a sly smile playing on his lips.

“This is also part of the game.” His voice carried a hint of lazy satisfaction, like someone who had just eaten and drunk his fill. “You two, just stay here and have a good ‘rest’ for a bit.”

After saying that, he didn't linger and walked straight out of the cellar.

And with a loud bang, the heavy wooden door was slammed shut, right under their bewildered and resentful gazes.

The cellar returned to its former tranquility, filled with ambiguity and secrets.

Only two figures remained, firmly bound to the wall, looking at each other with a mixture of helplessness and resentment.

After a long while, Beatrice slowly squeezed out a soft laugh from deep in her throat, a laugh filled with a hint of grievance and helplessness.

“It seems… our master’s thoughts…” She turned her head to look at her “sister” beside her, who also looked depressed, her voice tinged with helplessness, “It really is… getting harder and harder to grasp.”

Although she said that, the doting look in her eyes was still evident.

Lu Mo naturally had his reasons for leaving the two of them here.

Just like the finest ingredients, they need just the right amount of resting and marinating to unleash their ultimate fragrance when you finally taste them.

The reason Beatrice came alone to spy today was, of course, because Yuuto, who was equally curious but also had a more wicked sense of humor, was not there.

Otherwise, Yuto might add some entertainment value, such as having himself use that form to ambush Beatrice, and Beatrice desperately resisting because of her loyalty—but that's not the kind of development he wants.

The reason Yu Tu wasn't here today was that this morning, she mysteriously "asked for leave" from Lu Mo, claiming that she wanted to bring back two equally "delicious" "main courses" for tonight's "feast".

Therefore, before that, he must ensure that Beatrice and Sirin's bodies and minds are also in the most perfect and sweet state.

Only in this way can the subsequent enjoyment be made even more delicious.

If we're going to enjoy it, it has to be sweet enough.

Beatrice quickly figured this out—although it was entirely on her own that she understood Lu Mo's lust for her body.

"It seems... we can't escape tonight." Her voice was hoarse from the pressure of her emotions.

It sounds incredibly tempting.

"Mmm...I'm so looking forward to it..." Xilin, standing to the side, was even more direct. She slightly twisted her bound, youthful and vibrant body.

With eyes completely tinged with an unusual purple hue, she gazed at the "sister" beside her, her voice like a dream, "Brother, how... will you enjoy us..."

Upon hearing these words filled with pure longing, Beatrice's body trembled slightly, uncontrollably.

If it were just one person left here yearning for Lu Mo, the outcome would be uncertain. However... if two people who have been manipulated by Lu Mo for a long time help each other with their words, the influence would be unimaginably good.

Lu Moze sat leisurely by the window of the cabin, letting the cold air, carrying the scent of snow, seep in through the cracks in the window and cool down his brain, which had become somewhat agitated from the intense "game" just now.

"Master, I'm back!"

Lu Mo turned around at the sound and saw his most obedient servant excitedly pushing open the wooden door. Behind Yu Tu were two stunningly beautiful women, still possessing a captivating charm, walking gracefully with them.

One of them was Cocolia in her younger days. Her signature long blonde hair cascaded down her back in waves, and her body was encased in a dark, boldly tailored military-style uniform.

She was still wearing that open-fronted dress and high-top lace-up boots, and now she exuded the same mature and dangerous sense of dominance she once had.

However, beneath this queen-like, powerful exterior, her demeanor was one of utter submissiveness.

The other was a stunningly beautiful Russian woman with an even fuller figure.

Her long, smooth, silver-gray hair was carefully styled into two elegant spiral pigtails, gently cascading down her chest.

She wore a simple black dress, but it couldn't hide her mature and sophisticated charm.

"Hello... Master."

Cocolia was much more compliant than when they last met, even appearing somewhat "servile".