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Then, with a professional demeanor and without any unnecessary movements, she meticulously cleaned her black and white maid outfit, which was already soaked in sweat and full of wrinkles.

Only after confirming that her appearance had once again returned to that impeccable perfection and neatness befitting a "maid" did she feel truly at ease.

“Master, then I have offended you.”

Ragnar fully demonstrated what she considered to be "maid manners".

Only then, slowly, under that amused gaze, did she bow her body slightly.

Then, with a light, gentle touch, like a dragonfly skimming the water.

She used her own soft body, which was also slightly cold and trembling.

It was gently imprinted on that cheek, a symbol of "grace" and "reward".

One touch and it's divided.

There was not a trace of romance, nor any hint of ambiguity.

This is the limit of what she can do.

Although she had experience as a maid, she was still different from her student Rita.

However, this only stirred up an indescribable, stronger than ever before, tyrannical impulse in Lu Mo's heart, one filled with the meaning of "conquest" and "destruction".

After all, this is a confession.

She still...did not give in.

She was willing to humble herself for the sake of her "goal".

But her personality still needs time to be won over, doesn't it?

"not enough."

Lu Mo's voice turned icy cold in an instant.

He suddenly reached out and grabbed the slender wrist of the beautiful "maid" who had just straightened up and whose face still held a relaxed expression as if she had completed her task.

Then, under the latter's bewildered and confused gaze, he ruthlessly pulled her towards him.

Chapter 211 It's so satisfying to bully the captain in front of the teammates.

When the black cloth in front of him was lifted, even without any blinding light, Ragnar still subconsciously squinted.

After a moment of adjustment, she took in her surroundings—a huge cell made of sturdy alloy, filled with a futuristic technological feel.

Inside the prison cell, those familiar figures finally brought a sense of relief to her heart, which had been hanging in suspense.

Fortunately... aside from being restricted in their movements by energy shackles on their wrists and ankles, her team members did not seem to have suffered any physical abuse.

They were just a little listless, leaning against the wall in twos and threes, their faces showing the bewilderment of surviving a disaster.

Was that man simply someone who liked collecting pretty girls, or was it for some deeper, more specific reason?

For example...revenge?

Ragnar unconsciously ran his fingertips lightly across his lips.

There, it seemed, still lingered the warmth of what represented humiliation for her.

After all, it's not the first or second time that destiny has made mistakes.

Perhaps he was also a victim like Siegfried.

But she quickly shook her head, forcibly dispelling the inappropriate fantasy from her mind.

No matter what... the other party is still standing on the opposite side of destiny.

Moreover, they controlled those two people.

Don't have unrealistic expectations.

"Captain, are you alright?"

The teammate closest to her, upon seeing her appear, revealed a look of joy as if he had survived a disaster.

She struggled to stand up, but was bound by the energy shackles and pulled back to where she was. Her words were filled with heartfelt concern.

However, when her gaze fell upon Ragnar's maid outfit, which was filled with shame and humiliation and clearly did not belong to her, her words, full of concern, abruptly came to an end.

How... is it possible that nothing will happen?

No extra words or excessive imagination are needed.

Just seeing Ragnar's current state, a series of tragic "pictures" filled with unbearable meaning, humiliation, and submission uncontrollably and wildly surfaced in the minds of all the stormtroopers.

"Things weren't considered serious before, but now it's hard to say."

A male voice, full of wicked humor and mockery, suddenly rang out behind Ragnar.

"you"

Ragnar whirled around, and before he could react, he realized what had happened from the deliberately open part of the maid's outfit.

"Hmph, what's wrong with me?" Lu Mo's face wore an innocent smile that seemed harmless, and he lightly pinched her lower back with his fingertips. "Remember... how you address me now."

"otherwise……"

His gaze casually fell on the nearest stormtrooper. Then, he lightly snapped his fingers.

“Ugh…ah…!”

The team member's body trembled violently, and a look of pain appeared on his face. The energy shackles on his wrists and ankles suddenly emitted a blinding, dangerous burst of electricity.

"Owner……"

A glint of pain, struggle, and humiliation flashed in Ragnar's eyes.

He quickly uttered a title that was full of humility and subservience.

“Very good,” Lu Mo nodded in satisfaction. He withdrew his mischievous hand and, as if treating a real “pet,” affectionately ruffled her hair. “Since… you’ve already learned to be obedient…”

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“Then next…” A cruel smile curled at the corner of his mouth, “—right in front of your team members, please me properly.”

This instruction, like the most vicious curse, left Ragnar's mind blank for a moment.

In front of the team members...

Try to please him...?

There's no doubt that this man is a demon at heart; how could I have forgotten that?

Clearly, this was meant to torment both her and her teammates.

She subconsciously looked up at her most trusted subordinates, whose eyes were also filled with shock and disbelief.

Their eyes were filled with worry, anger, and... a deep pity that made her heart clench.

"team leader……"

"don't want……"

A few broken whispers filled with unbearable sorrow and despair escaped from the team members' mouths.

They wanted to rush forward and stop the impending, humiliating "tragedy," but they were firmly imprisoned in place by the cold energy shackles, unable to move.

They could only watch helplessly as their powerful yet kind captain faded from their hearts.

Under the gaze of those cold eyes, filled with amusement and control, he began to struggle with his decision.

Ragnar was experiencing an unprecedented internal struggle.

Reason is frantically clamoring for "resistance" and "rejection".

The previous content was acceptable, but in front of the team members... this is too much.

Those gazes from her teammates, filled with pain and pleading, interrogated her heart from different angles.

In the end, she still...could not do anything against the man's wishes.

They bowed their noble heads to reality.

She didn't look at her teammates again, but walked with heavy and numb steps, like a condemned prisoner about to be executed.

It's a dilemma, I'm really conflicted.

However, her outstanding qualities led her to make a choice quickly.

You just need to think about what to do.

So she walked step by step until she reached the "devil" who was watching her inner struggle with a look of smug satisfaction.

She didn't speak, but showed her "choice" through her actions.

She slowly removed the shoulder straps of her maid outfit.

Then, she gently pressed her cheek against the man's equally warm chest.

She began her humiliating and submissive "serving" with an air of "professionalism" and without any unnecessary movements.

"What's wrong?" Lu Mo's voice carried a hint of obvious, feigned surprise and amusement. "Is it... already starting?"

This is a tactic he quite likes.

Although he prefers to take the initiative and dislikes being passive.

Ragnar's body stiffened abruptly. She didn't look up, but instead buried her face even deeper.

What Lu Mo said next was even harder for her to accept.

"Is that all you understand about serving?"

The voice was squeezed out with difficulty from between his tightly clenched teeth: "...What do you want me to...do?"

"What are you doing?" Lu Mo chuckled. He didn't answer her question directly, but instead reached out and gently, with a hint of profanity, traced her earlobe, which was slightly red with embarrassment and indignation. "What do you think... your teammates are thinking right now?"

The most powerful thing is imagination—what young people think is bound to be more exaggerated than what Ragnar thinks.

"I can tell you, your captain would do the most despicable things for you!"

Upon hearing Lu Mo say those words, she didn't even dare to turn around and look at the faces of her teammates who had once revered her so much, but now could only watch helplessly as they were "defiled."

“They…don’t think about anything…” Her voice trembled with a desperate tremor that she herself was unaware of.

Ragnar is deceiving himself.

"Oh? Is that so?" Lu Mo's voice was full of undisguised mockery. "I think...maybe not."

He turned his head and cast his authoritative and controlling gaze upon the stormtroopers who were already glaring with rage.

"—You all saw it, didn't you?" His voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached the ears of everyone present. "Your captain, right now, is crawling at my feet like the most docile little dog, only able to wag its tail and beg for mercy."

"This……"

"Shut up...you bastard...!"

Several angry and resentful curses rang out from among the team members.

"Are you angry? Are you resentful?" Lu Mo's smile grew even wider. "Unfortunately... there's nothing you can do."

He slowly turned his gaze back to the beautiful "Valkyrie," whose body was already trembling violently from extreme humiliation.

“Now…” his voice was like a devil’s whisper, “—tell them.”

"—Tell them how you feel right now."

She raised her head and stared intently at the man with the cruel smile on his face, her teeth clenched so tightly they were almost bleeding.

Should we make her... express her "feelings" in front of all the team members?

This is even more cruel than killing her outright!

"What's wrong?" Lu Mo admired the look of near collapse in her eyes, his fingertips gently tracing the back of her smooth neck, the cold touch sending a shiver down her spine. "Can't you say it?"

"Or perhaps..." His voice lowered, filled with a deadly threat, "that you need me... to help you?"

He didn't look at the team members who were already filled with anger and despair, but every word he said hit their hearts like a heavy hammer.

“Let me guess…” he pretended to ponder, every syllable filled with malicious amusement, “Your body…does it want to be closer to me right now? Your heart…is there a strange feeling, both shameful and pleasurable?”

“No…no…” Ragnar’s voice was broken and filled with futile denial.

"Is that so?" Lu Mo's smile grew even more wicked. "Then why doesn't your body seem to be saying that?"

"It seems... to be looking forward to my upcoming punishment."