Valkyrie Flavor Tasting Guide

Upon seeing Lu Mo, she immediately knelt on one knee without hesitation, lowering her head, which usually gave the impression of being quite arrogant.

That posture created a strong, unsettling contrast with her assertive attire.

Lu Mo's gaze, however, bypassed her and landed directly on the silver-haired beauty radiating maternal warmth: "Is it her?"

“That’s right,” Yu Tu said with a smug smile that seemed to indicate she had everything planned out. “Master, do you remember when Prometheus and I went to retrieve the alien Stigmata?”

"The one before us is similar to them. However, her existence is a bit more special."

Frankly speaking, as a friend, Mistelin would never use such a blasphemous method to "resurrect" that real old friend and present him as a "gift" to Lu Mo.

The birth of this one was somewhat of a twist of fate. Because in the Sea of ​​Quanta, there exists another "she".

That's the one you met under the moon.

What “she” left behind at a certain point in time, by a twist of fate, facilitated the birth of this new “she” who is now full of “maternal” radiance.

As Yu Tu spoke, she cast her playful gaze toward "her" lower abdomen, where, according to the original history, there should be a special presence.

"Otherwise... Miss Bronya wouldn't be willing to let Master... enjoy her, would she?"

Like Kiana, Bronya would never accept the real her and become Lu Mo's woman.

But as long as it's not "the real person," then it doesn't matter how close we get... Besides, we can also get some... love from this "mother" that the real mother didn't have time to pass on...

Having received this reply, Lu Mo finally moved Shuxian away from Yu Tu's smug, self-satisfied smile and focused his attention on the quiet, peaceful, sleeping beauty with silver hair.

"But her eyes?"

"Well, although we successfully brought her into this world, her consciousness hasn't formed yet," Yu Tu walked to "her" side, stretched out her finger, and gently tapped her unresponsive, warm cheek. "In layman's terms, she's currently in a vegetative state. If Master wants to play some wicked games, that's not out of the question."

Lu Mo's gaze swept unabashedly across the face of the woman who was perhaps the most maternal in his current understanding.

A sense of longing welled up inside me.

He imagined dressing this body, which could not resist or speak, and which was like the most perfect doll, at his mercy, in all sorts of clothes that perfectly suited her temperament.

If you put her and her side by side...

This is an option that is extremely tempting.

Meanwhile, what might happen in this little cabin when she and others are intimate around her—even…

"And what about you, Cocolia?" After confirming "her" condition, Lu Mo finally turned his attention to the other "big gift" that Yu Tu had brought back.

Cocolia met his scrutinizing gaze, but instead of showing any fear, she revealed a charming, confident, and at ease smile.

"As for my setting... I haven't changed much," her voice was languid and magnetic, like a fine wine. "Simply put, it's because of the second Honkai outbreak that I was trapped on this snowfield, and then... she picked me up."

"And what about your attitude towards me?" Lu Mo's eyes sharpened.

Although she had met her before in St. Freya, Cocolia had already shown enough "obedience".

But beneath that compliance lay a hint of her arrogant, undisguised confidence and a difficult-to-describe emotion—in short, at the time she simply treated it as work.

Yet at this moment, her absolute submission and fawning, which could be described as coming from the depths of her soul, was so real, so... undisguised.

“This kind of thing…” Cocolia took a step forward, her long, beautiful legs encased in high boots, and slowly walked up to Lu Mo.

She extended a slender finger clad in a white glove and gently touched his firm chest, her fingertip drawing an ambiguous, provocative circle on his skin.

A cunning smile, brimming with deadly allure, curved the corners of her lips.

"—You'll find out when we get to bed."

Cocolia chuckled softly, gently omitting the secret behind it.

She was well aware of the secret that makes women more feminine.

Of course, this is also related to our current mindset.

In the past, whether for her own great cause or for those "daughters" she cherished.

She always carried a heavy burden on her shoulders.

That shackle forced her to remain constantly vigilant, and forced her to completely seal her heart away with layers upon layers of icy calculation and pretense.

It went on until she became so ruthless that she didn't even care about hurting one or two of her daughters.

But now... everything is different.

Bronya is free to worry about the future of anti-entropy. Her "daughters," meanwhile, have already found their own homes and are being well cared for in this loving and inclusive "family."

Having shed all her burdens, she can finally... live a simpler life.

In that case, she could be a... ordinary, virtuous wife and loving mother who only knows how to please her man, or rather, a wicked maid.

"Although among those present, I am the most qualified to be your slave," Cocolia said slowly, each word deliberate, his fingertips pointing to a playful, malicious smile, "these others have all undergone consciousness modification by you, and their level of submission is now even higher than mine."

This confidence doesn't come from her being more outgoing than others, but rather from her understanding of how to manage her attitude in such situations.

Cocolia chuckled softly, then took the initiative to gently press her figure, which was even more visually striking than that of a rabbit, against Lu Mo's back.

"If I were to be hypnotized and brainwashed as well, you'd probably get bored..."

Her voice carried a perfectly timed, seductive whisper.

Before Lu Mo could respond, she strode with her long, beautiful legs to the corner of the cellar filled with all sorts of "toys".

From among them, she picked up a suit that suited her to play the role of a female prisoner, a prisoner of war, or in short, a character who could not resist.

Then, she voluntarily handcuffed her hands behind her back.

"Consider me your prey, and begin to tame me."

The moment she finished speaking, the charming and confident expression on her face vanished without a trace, as if erased by an invisible paintbrush.

Instead, his expression was one of vigilance, wariness, and a hint of professional composure hidden deep within his eyes.

She seemed to have just woken up, looking around at the unfamiliar surroundings with a mixture of panic and forced composure, and at the man in front of her who exuded a dangerous aura.

It seems that her memory truly stopped at the moment she was kidnapped by an unknown and powerful enemy.

Her acting skills are so excellent that they are beyond reproach.

"Interesting. I underestimated you a little."

Cocolia's performance greatly pleased Lu Mo. He slowly stepped forward and reached out to untie Beatrice and Sirin's restraints.

With a "click," they landed on the ground. The two, who had been waiting for a long time, slowly stretched their bodies, which were slightly stiff from being restrained for so long.

Instead of immediately tidying their disheveled clothes, they turned around simultaneously with perfect understanding and offered the most humble yet most devout bow to the man who had given them "freedom."

“Listen to me, my dear babies,” Lu Mo’s voice carried an undisguised pleasure. “Go and properly teach our new companion who doesn’t know the rules yet.”

Beatrice slowly straightened up, her face revealing an expression full of maternal love and compassion.

She looked at Cocolia, who remained vigilant, her eyes filled with stubbornness and defiance, and spoke in a voice as soft as a sigh.

“How pitiful,” she said as she stepped forward, each step exuding an impeccable elegance, “that they still cannot comprehend what kind of ultimate grace the ‘master’s’ love truly is.”

Excellent acting skills.

Although not as skilled as I am, the emotions I put into it are very strong.

Sirin skipped and hopped along, her purple eyes sparkling with the innocence and purity she had before becoming a Herrscher, yet her words carried an unquestionable command.

“Brother is very good! Sister Leah is right, as long as you listen to brother, you will feel very comfortable. Why are you resisting? You are such a disobedient adult.”

“You…” Cocolia looked at the two women in front of her who seemed to have been completely brainwashed, her brows furrowing tightly.

His tone was filled with disbelief and mockery, "What...what did he do to you? What turned you into this...a bunch of wags and begs?"

But she had to admit that the thought of her actual performance being the same as theirs made Cocolia somewhat... tempted to give it a try.

“Begging?” Beatrice chuckled, as if she had heard a funny joke. “No, no, no… This is not begging, but… our willing sacrifice. There is no point in resisting. You just need to… give him everything you have, just like us, and you will receive unprecedented happiness.”

“That’s right!” Sirin nodded vigorously, and even took Beatrice’s hand, placing that pure and soft hand on her cheek in front of Cocolia, rubbing it affectionately. “Look how happy Sister Lydia is now. Come over here and serve our brother with us!”

Cocolia's face revealed an expression full of disgust and disdain. She took a half step back, distancing herself from the two women who had become completely "abnormal" in front of her.

“It seems words alone aren’t enough to make you understand.” Beatrice’s face showed a helpless expression, as if to say, “I just can’t do anything with you.” She released Sirin’s hand and took another step closer to Cocolia.

"Then let us... personally show you the grace of our master."

"Yes!" Sirin followed excitedly, her purple eyes shining with a unique light. "Let her feel what it's like to be loved by her brother!"

The two men, one on each side, completely surrounded the "prey" that was still "stubbornly resisting."

"Don't be afraid, you'll soon be just like them."

As Lu Mo spoke, he joined in. His voice was as soft as a lover's whisper, yet it carried an irresistible, predatory pressure.

Beatrice and Sirin understood each other perfectly. Beatrice appeared silently behind Cocolia like a ghost, and with her seemingly soft and weak arms, she tightly embraced her from behind.

The performance presented an absolutely rare sight.

Just looking at the perks these two beauties enjoy is enough to drive anyone crazy.

As for Sirin, she was even more direct, pouncing on the ground like the most agile hunting dog.

With her petite body, she firmly pinned down Cocolia's beautiful legs, which were still struggling and clad in high boots.

"No...don't come any closer! Kill me, kill me!"

Having been completely and physically subdued by the two, a genuine sense of panic finally flashed in Cocolia's eyes.

With all her might, she let out a final roar filled with determination and resentment.

Like a female knight contemplating suicide.

However, as is well known, there are almost zero successful cases of "Gu Sha".

"Kill you?" Lu Mo chuckled lightly. He walked up to Cocolia and slowly squatted down. With his fingertips, he gently, with a hint of blasphemy, traced her beautiful face, flushed with anger and brimming with mature charm.

“How can that be…” His voice carried a cruel tenderness, “I can’t waste such delicious prey like you.”

With that, he gave her no further chance to shout, and those two words, equally imbued with the meaning of "aiding and abetting evil," taught Cocolia to shut her mouth.

The method was a bit excessive.

“Mmm…Mmm…!”

Cocolia's eyes were instantly filled with a watery hue brimming with humiliation and despair.

Although it was something she hinted at, it really hurt.

My jaw was forcibly dislocated.

However, this also cuts off her escape route and eliminates any possibility of resistance, allowing her to accept the situation with peace of mind.

“Look,” Lu Mo said, admiring the beautiful scene before him with undisguised pleasure, “the sound of your resistance now… it sounds no different from offering yourself up.”

Chapter 205 Hmph? Trying to escape? Catch me back!

Having tasted Cocolia, Lu Mo fully understood the special qualities of this beautiful woman.

She is indeed a woman who knows how to win people's hearts.

Every "punishment" he had inflicted on her was accompanied by just the right amount of struggle. Her body knew when to tense up, giving him resistance to conquer; and when to release her strength just right, responding to his "violation" with the slightest tremor.

It wasn't numbness from being completely controlled, nor was it simply submission. She controlled the intensity of her resistance to an almost perfect degree.

At the same time, she displayed sufficient submissiveness, and a posture of feeling comfortable yet stubbornly refusing to admit it. Her clenched lips and furrowed brows spoke of "humiliation," but her uncontrollable slight trembling and the hint of longing seeping from the corner of her eyes revealed a completely different kind of greed.

Hmm...a very intelligent woman.

Unlike Beatrice and Sirin, whose perceptions were completely distorted, she brought the character of a "hostile female cadre who gradually degenerates after being captured" to the extreme within the limited "script".

She showed him through her actions that she didn't need to be hypnotized to deliver the most perfect and conquest-filled performance.

In this respect alone, Lu Mo truly admires her.

Sure enough, that's the charm of a mature woman, especially since Cocolia is a mature woman who has never been touched by anyone.

She's truly an incredibly sweet presence.

Kiana understood, but it wasn't enough... Of course.

"I will definitely kill you... *sigh*..."

Cocolia gasped for breath, pouring the last of her strength into her role-playing. Her eyes burned with hatred, yet her body trembled uncontrollably, making her appear both fierce and cowardly all the more captivating.

"Looks like you haven't had enough of your suffering yet!" Lu Mo pinched Cocolia's chin, his smile becoming increasingly playful. "You've got a pretty stubborn mouth."

“Brother, you’re wrong. You haven’t had enough of the sweetness yet!” Xilin’s voice came from behind Lu Mo. At this moment, she was no longer as fierce as before. She was obediently hugging Lu Mo’s leg and correcting his “mistake” in a tone full of innocence.

Although Lu Mo's actions towards Cocolia were somewhat rough, to Sirin and Beatrice, that roughness was a loving reward from their master to another "slave."