Valkyrie Flavor Tasting Guide

“That’s right,” Lu Mo tossed Cocolia aside like trash, then turned and picked up Sirin, who was nestled against his legs. “Then tonight, I’ll reward you both properly!”

As he spoke, he hugged Celine and pulled Beatrice, who was equally submissive, to his feet, as if he intended to continue to pamper this beautiful "mother and daughter" pair tonight.

As Lu Mo left again with Sirin and Beatrice, the cellar returned to its deathly silence.

Cocolia, left behind, slowly lost the expression of hatred and resentment on her face, which was replaced by a calm and calculating demeanor befitting someone in a superior position.

This wasn't because she was truly indulging in the happiness that Lu Mo brought her.

Instead... it was time for her to demonstrate her combat skills—for someone who had undergone countless anti-interrogation and anti-restraint training sessions, breaking free from chains like these was only a matter of time.

Don't underestimate the people on this snowy plain.

Although she's not a Black Widow, she's still a very strong fighter.

Now, it's just a matter of waiting for the right moment, and then I'll escape.

Let's just wait until it gets dark.

Cocolia closed her eyes, pretending that she was still intimidated by Lu Mo's lingering power, and collapsed helplessly in the cellar, quietly waiting for night to fall.

Although... in this seemingly calm waiting, her body was uncontrollably reliving the impactful memory from just now.

This is real.

Lu Mo was also very attractive to her.

Although Lu Mo is not actually that young, he looks much younger than his actual age.

And it made her feel very comfortable.

"Damn it..." A captivating blush uncontrollably rose to her face, her voice barely audible, "How could... so much..."

Stepping outside the script, Cocolia belatedly realized that she seemed... really, a little, not quite able to handle this man.

No matter what, even if she turned into a cream puff.

Soon, it got dark.

Although it was impossible to confirm the true situation outside from inside the cellar, judging changes in the outside world using this single source of light was not difficult for Cocolia.

"hold on……"

She told herself, forcibly suppressing the anxiety that had grown from the long wait, "Wait until they... are all asleep."

Cocolia wasn't in a hurry. She knew very well that in this vast, boundless snowfield, once her escape was discovered, given that man's methods, she would completely lose any chance of leaving.

You must be fully prepared.

Time was passing by, second by second.

She didn't know how much time had passed, but when she estimated that it was already late at night, the man and his two equally dangerous "pets" should have fallen into a deep sleep.

Cocolia finally, slowly and silently, sat up again from the cold ground, like the most alert cheetah.

She glanced at the iron chains that she had skillfully broken free of, chains that symbolized "humiliation," and a cold, disdainful sneer curled at the corner of her mouth.

Then she stood up and, like the most elegant ghost, walked slowly toward the heavy cellar door that led to "freedom."

Throughout the entire process, she did not make a single unnecessary sound.

She opened the cellar door with remarkable ease and entered the equally eerily quiet and deserted living room of the cabin.

She could clearly hear the even, contented breathing coming from the master bedroom on the second floor.

She didn't linger any longer, but one last time, with her eyes still filled with complex emotions, she glanced at the tightly closed door.

Then, he turned around and walked towards the door of the cabin.

victory……

—Right in front of me.

But is this really the case?

Just as Cocolia's figure completely disappeared outside the wooden door, merging into the deep night filled with the atmosphere of "freedom,"...

In the master bedroom on the second floor, the three figures who were originally "sleeping" immediately and in perfect unison slowly got up from the bed at the same time.

—Clearly, they've been pretending to be asleep.

The sky outside the window was indeed dark. But that wasn't because the real night had arrived.

As a true "Herrscher of the Void," although Sirin's mind is currently like a child's, her powerful abilities—capable of distorting space and controlling dimensions—remain completely intact. She simply moved this small wooden cabin, along with the surrounding space, to a corner of this snowfield that happened to be in the "darkness" of night…

It was not difficult for her.

"As expected, Miss Cocolia hasn't learned her lesson."

Beatrice chuckled softly. She walked to the window and looked out at the figure struggling to run through the thick snow, her steps uneven.

"So, it'll be a bit of a hassle for Xilin." Lu Mo walked to Xilin's side and affectionately rubbed her fluffy little head.

The Herrscher of the Void has a number of powers that can be used.

Right

Cocolia wants to escape?

That's absolutely...inevitable.

The wind on the snowfield was like the sharpest knife, scraping across Cocolia's cheeks, flushed from the strenuous exercise. The thick snow reached above her ankles, and each step forward required immense effort.

However, in her eyes burned a blazing flame called "hope".

If only... we could run a little further...

As long as we completely escape the surveillance range of this eerie and dangerous little cabin...

She will then be able to truly gain freedom.

She dared not look back, and could only run with all her might toward the distant, dark coniferous forest that appeared particularly blurry in the night.

Time slipped away unnoticed in this pursuit filled with despair and hope.

After running for an unknown amount of time, when Cocolia felt that her strength was almost completely exhausted, she finally stopped, panting heavily.

She was holding onto her knees, breathing heavily, her chest heaving with each breath.

however……

When she raised her head again and looked at the coniferous forest in the distance that served as her "target," her pupils suddenly contracted to their limit.

No change...

The distance between that dark forest and her was the same as when she had just escaped from the cabin...

—Exactly the same!

How could... this be...

An indescribable, terrifying chill, enough to freeze one's very bones, instantly swept over her entire body.

This is not simply getting lost; it's more like a kind of... inexplicable, absolute, and despairing "ghost wall" that defies common sense.

She felt as if she were trapped on an invisible, giant treadmill, and no matter how hard she tried, no matter how fast or how far she ran, she could never escape... that origin.

She stiffly and slowly turned her body around.

"Want to...keep running?" Lu Mo's voice carried an obvious, cat-and-mouse-like mockery. "My...little prey?"

In that instant, the last glimmer of hope and chance in Cocolia's heart was completely crushed into dust.

Lu Mo didn't say anything more. He simply strode forward, like a king surveying his territory, leisurely walking towards the beautiful "captive" who had already completely given up all resistance.

The snow crunched rhythmically beneath his feet, each step seeming to pound on Cocolia's heart, which had long since sunk to the bottom.

Finally, he stopped in front of her.

Then, under Cocolia's gaze filled with complex emotions, he slowly bent down and, as if handling a lost and found treasure, effortlessly lifted her delicate body, which was trembling slightly from the cold and despair, into his arms.

Cocolia's body stiffened instinctively.

This unexpectedly "gentle" gesture threw her resilient heart, which had been prepared to face the cruelest "punishment," into complete disarray in an instant.

An uncontrollable blush rose to her cheeks.

However, this was neither due to shyness nor because of being moved.

It's just because... the weather is just too cold.

If Lu Mo hadn't appeared in time, she probably would have collapsed from hypothermia on this cold snowfield very soon.

The instinct for survival overcame the fragile reserve stemming from their status as "prisoners."

At the same time, an even stronger, indescribable, complex emotion welled up in her heart.

she does not know……

What kind of unknown "future" awaits them?

So you did run away... Looks like you need to be taught a lesson!

Lu Mo's voice, carrying a clear hint of displeasure, came from above her head. His warm breath brushed against her cold earlobe, causing her body, which had just relaxed slightly from the warmth, to stiffen again.

"No...no! No!"

Whether it was due to the needs of the "script" or genuine fear from the bottom of her heart, Cocolia unconsciously let out a broken, mournful cry filled with panic and resistance.

"So you did run away... Looks like you need to be taught a lesson!"

Lu Mo's voice, like a devil's whisper, rang close to her ear, and his warm breath sent a chill down her spine.

"No...no! No!"

Whether in the script or in reality, Cocolia felt an instinctive fear of Lu Mo's actions. Her body trembled violently uncontrollably.

Lu Mo ignored her pleas. Holding his prey, who had become "disobedient" again, he turned around and walked away with steady steps.

The heavy wooden door slammed shut behind him again with a loud bang, completely cutting her off from the last vestige of contact with the outside world.

Lu Mo did not immediately begin his "punishment".

He carried her through the living room and up the creaking wooden staircase leading to the bedroom on the second floor.

Then, under Cocolia's terrified and panicked gaze, he suddenly stretched out a foot and kicked open the door to the master bedroom without any mercy.

There were no lights on in the room. Only the cool moonlight filtering in from the window enveloped everything in a hazy, ambiguous shadow.

On the soft and spacious bed, large enough to accommodate several people rolling around, three perfectly curvaceous bodies, each with their own unique charm, were quietly waiting for the return of their common "master" in an alluring and submissive posture.

Cocolia's mind went blank again with a buzz.

"you……"

Before she could recover from her shock, Lu Mo roughly and mercilessly threw her body, which was already stiff from the cold, onto the large bed that was also filled with warmth and danger.

The soft mattress gently lifted her mature and alluring body upwards, then slowly lowered it back down.

She, on the other hand, was like a true "sacrifice," sandwiched between the two "seniors" who had been waiting for a long time.

“Welcome…to join us again,” Beatrice’s voice, filled with the loving kindness of a “Madonna,” rang in her ears. “We…are new sisters.”

"Hmph...another disobedient brat," Sirin's voice, full of "childishness" and "innocence," also carried a hint of malicious laughter. "Looks like...tonight, I'm going to be pampered by my brother."

Hearing these two words, which were full of "shared misfortune" and "schadenfreude," Cocolia felt a surge of indescribable, complex emotions mixed with shame and anger.

She sat up abruptly in bed, struggling to escape this "hell" filled with the aura of decadence.

However, Lu Mo's hand once again pressed down on her shoulder, ruthlessly and thoroughly suppressing her futile resistance.

“I told you…” Lu Mo’s voice was icy cold and devoid of any emotion, “You…can’t escape.”

"You...you scum who only knows how to use such despicable means...!" Cocolia used all her strength to squeeze out this angry curse full of hatred and resentment from deep in her throat.

"Is that so?" Lu Mo chuckled. He wasn't angry at all because of her "insults." Instead, he reached out his other hand and gently patted her pretty face. His voice was full of playful teasing. "But... I remember, there was someone outside just now... who took the initiative to snuggle into the arms of this scumbag of mine."

"you……!"

"Or," Lu Mo's lips curled into an even more cruel smile, "your body... is actually much more honest than your mouth?"

"Since...you like my warmth so much..."

"Then I'll... let you experience it to your heart's content."

Chapter 206 Spain: Was I filmed before I was even born?

"I'm so tired, I can't go on anymore, I don't want to continue."