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It was just a normal reaction, but it's clear that Ragnar was still lacking in rationality in this regard.

"Stop...shut up...!" Ragnar's voice finally broke into a sob that she herself was unaware of.

"Speak." Lu Mo's voice instantly turned icy, devoid of any mockery, leaving only an unquestionable command, "Tell them that you...enjoyed it."

This final instruction, like a thunderbolt that shattered everything, completely broke down Ragnar's last psychological defenses.

She knew she had no other choice.

“I…” She slowly turned her head, her eyes, already blurred with tears and filled with emptiness and numbness, looked at her teammates who were also filled with despair, her lips parting with difficulty.

"I...I'm..."

Every word seemed to have exhausted all her strength.

"—I...enjoyed...it..."

The moment the last syllable, filled with humiliation and depravity, was uttered from her mouth.

The air in the entire cell seemed to freeze completely at that moment.

However, Lu Mo wouldn't let things develop so simply.

"Oh? Just enjoying it?" He chuckled, his face revealing an obvious expression of dissatisfaction.

He leaned down and left a deep, punitive kiss on her stubborn and defiant face, swallowing all her unspoken protests.

Immediately afterward, ignoring her struggles, he easily flipped her beautiful and powerful body over.

"It seems... your efforts alone are far from enough."

His knee, with irresistible force, gently stopped her resistance, completely dissolving all her resistance into nothingness.

He did not use any forceful methods. His fingertips, like those of the most elegant pianist, played gently and rhythmically.

Every touch was perfectly timed, avoiding areas that could cause excruciating pain.

All her resistance was in vain.

Lu Moke has learned a lot from her apprentice.

It's strange, really... there's no real connection between them.

However, the methods used to deal with Durandal actually proved quite effective against Ragnar.

In addition, I would like to thank Aunt Himeko for her guidance.

Her proud, tempered will of steel began to crumble and collapse little by little.

"Let everyone have a good look at you...and see if you hate it or like it."

"Can't!"

Ragnar tried to struggle, but it wouldn't be too easy for Lu Mo to get her to show the expression he wanted.

Letting these teammates see Ragnar's expression would be incredibly hurtful to him.

I wonder what kind of expression she would have if she knew who the culprits behind all this were, including her good students.

Finally, her body, like a thread that has lost all its support, completely... collapsed.

All that remained were... those uncontrollable tears of despair that slid uncontrollably from the corners of her eyes.

"It seems... you're completely exhausted."

“Since…you can’t satisfy me,” his voice stated as if stating a simple fact, “then I’ll just have to…find some other toys to solve the problem.”

These words, like the most terrifying thunderclap, exploded in Ragnar's mind.

She suddenly raised her head, and for the first time, genuine, pure terror and despair appeared in her deep blue eyes.

She saw Lu Mo stop in front of the youngest and most timid member of the team.

She saw him reach out his hands, hands filled with sin and aggression.

She saw that the young girl, who was always full of energy, was now trembling in his shadow like a frightened lamb.

"no, do not want……"

Ragnar's mind went completely blank. She didn't even think; her body reacted instinctively, before her reason could elicit a primal response.

She scrambled to her feet, almost in a disheveled state, and pounced at the man's feet, clinging tightly to his legs with all her might.

"Please... don't touch them...!"

Her voice no longer carried any trace of the "captain's" authority; it was now just a broken sob, the most humble and pure, filled with pleading.

"Whatever you want...I'll give you anything...!"

"As long as... you let them go..."

"I...I'm willing to do anything..."

Chapter 212 For the sake of her teacher, Himeko intends to let me do as I please.

Lu Mo looked down at the beautiful "Valkyrie" at his feet, who had completely abandoned all dignity and pride, and a cruel, victorious smile appeared on his face.

I admit that what I did was a bit shameless.

As a villain, he used despicable methods, overwhelmed the opponent with his strength, and didn't give her any time.

This method of tormenting her was indeed the most effective; this former famous instructor was temporarily tamed by him.

Of course, he did not immediately enjoy this "offering" that was offered to him.

He simply knelt down slowly, wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes, his voice carrying an undisguised joy.

"Very good...since you're being so obedient..."

"—Then tonight, I'll let them go for now."

As he spoke, ignoring Ragnar's complex gaze filled with gratitude and humiliation, he easily lifted her delicate body, which had long since lost all power to resist, and carried her horizontally once again.

"—But…" His voice, like the gentlest devil, whispered in her ear, "Your punishment… has only just begun."

Lu Mo was actually looking forward to Ragnar's experience—this was the first time he had ever had a good impression of him and spent a wonderful time in bed with him.

"Open your mouth... let me take a good look."

……

When Ragnar regained consciousness, she found herself lying on a similarly soft bed.

My body felt as if it had been completely dismantled and then haphazardly pieced back together; even moving a single finger was incredibly difficult.

Her spirit, on the other hand, had fallen into a state of exhaustion, numbness, and chaotic darkness.

She vaguely remembered that after she had given everything completely and willingly, the man seemed to have "kept" his "promise" in the same way.

He made a point of letting her check on her comrades just as she was about to fall into a coma, and did not take any further... harm to them.

In return, Ragnar did not swallow for a full half hour, and had to open his mouth frequently at Ragnar's command.

However, this did not bring Ragnar the slightest bit of "relief".

Because she knew...

From the moment she voluntarily offered everything she had as a bargaining chip to that man.

They had already... completely become this man's possessions, to be played with at will...

Even now, she still can't figure out how to deal with an opponent who can control at least one S-class Valkyrie.

Just as her consciousness was about to sink once again into endless exhaustion and humiliation, a familiar yet complex girl's voice suddenly rang in her ears.

"--teacher……"

Yes... Durandal...

Ragnar struggled to open his heavy eyelids, which were already soaked with tears and sweat.

What came into view was not an unfamiliar ceiling, but a warm and soft pure white space.

And that beautiful girl with long golden hair, her face filled with a complex expression of guilt and worry.

He was kneeling quietly beside her, his eyes filled with struggle and pain as he silently watched her.

"...This is..." Ragnar's voice was a little hoarse because he had stopped swallowing for too long, making his movements awkward.

"—Yes, in your dream, teacher."

"...Bianca? You...have grown up?"

I saw what the other person looked like.

Ragnar's voice was filled with disbelief and confusion.

The girl in front of her was completely different from the child she remembered who was only about ten years old and still had a childish look on her face.

She is tall and has a confident personality.

But it also carried a hint of melancholy.

“Teacher…” Durandal’s lips moved, but she hesitated to speak.

Those confident blue eyes now hold a lot of meaning.

These are things she wants to say but can't say right now.

"Wait a minute..." Seeing Bianca now, Ragnar's thoughts became incredibly clear in an instant.

She forced herself to sit up in bed, her body aching and weak. "Although you said this is my dream... since you can exist in your current form, it means... those chaotic memories in my mind... are all correct, right?"

The memories of my own sacrifice, and the memories of Durandal that I brought back, are both correct!

“Yes… teacher,” Durandal nodded, her voice carrying a heavy tone, “the world you are in now is not a normal world.”

"Then...Senior Cecilia...is also a fake?" So, the saintess I met before was also problematic.

“She is real,” Durandal’s answer, once again, exceeded her expectations, “—but she is not my mother.”

Just like Huang Quan is not Mei.

“Not your mother… which means,” Ragnar’s voice suddenly became incredibly dry, “—Bianca, you… know the truth?”

Durandal doesn't address Cecilia as "senpai," but as "mother," which means...

A strange sense of relief suddenly welled up in Ragnar's heart.

—Thankfully… the version of myself from back then is already “dead.”

Otherwise, she really didn't know how to face Bianca after learning the whole truth.

Even knowing that Bianca wouldn't say much...

“…Yes, teacher.” Durandal couldn’t help but remain silent for a moment before finally admitting it.

This in itself wouldn't mean much to her, but...

“That’s… the problem,” she slowly raised her head, her deep blue eyes filled with struggle and pain, “Although… I don’t hate you, but…”

—But the one who seeks revenge against you is another "me".

The "me" that you personally created.

Durandal simply couldn't bring herself to utter those cruel words.

This is what it means to be caught in the middle.

She couldn't stop her "sister's" justified and reasonable "revenge."

Even more helplessly, she could only watch as her most respected "mentor" was forced into Lu Mo's "harem".

Although she didn't object to Ragnar joining Lu Mo's harem, she felt awkward about doing it this way.

But not telling the teacher made her feel incredibly guilty, as if... she herself had betrayed the teacher's "dignity" in exchange for the forgiveness of that "sister" who was also "her"...

"...If that's the case, then things will be easier."

To Durandal's surprise, Ragnar showed no despair whatsoever after hearing her "confession".

Instead... he revealed a complex smile that was full of "understanding" and "relief".

This world... is not real.

Although she doesn't yet know what exactly happened behind the scenes, since it's all just a fake "script," it means... whatever happens next won't have a significant impact on the real world.

On the contrary, I... no longer need to think about so much.