Valkyrie Flavor Tasting Guide

This posed no fatal threat to her, of course.

But undeniably, having completely let down her guard, she displayed an unbreakable will in the face of this sudden and unsportsmanlike sneak attack...

—Indeed, I wavered for a moment.

“wan…”

A barely audible syllable, filled with humiliation and subservience.

Uncontrollably, it spilled out from between her tightly clenched teeth.

Durandal's body trembled violently, and almost instinctively she reached out and covered her mouth tightly.

He swallowed back the syllables that had just slipped out, full of a sense of loosening, along with the shame that was about to completely collapse.

If it's... to please the captain...

Let alone making that kind of noise, even if she were made to crawl on all fours in front of everyone in an even more humiliating way, she would... be willing.

but……

If you succumb to your own mind, to those thoughts filled with "baseness," as if they belong to "nature"...

That's just...so embarrassing.

"Can you hold on?"

Lu Mo chuckled softly, like the most patient animal tamer.

He reached out and gently stroked her back, as if to soothe her, on that perfect, delicate body that was trembling slightly from the extreme struggle.

He did not use any rough methods, but rather a gentle gesture full of "reassurance".

This put even more deadly pressure on her already stretched nerves.

Continue to inject her with even more confused consciousness.

"It's...it's alright, Master."

Here it is again...

Durandal felt her consciousness was about to completely split apart.

In "reality," she could willingly utter this humiliating title in order to "please" him.

But this time, the word "master"... uncontrollably slipped out from the depths of her throat, which had long been completely consumed by distracting thoughts...

And in the instant her consciousness was thrown into chaos by this intense cognitive dissonance.

In his mind, the relentless "erosion" by Lu Mo became even clearer.

What Lu Mo constructed in her consciousness was not only text filled with shame, but also some... more direct and even more obscene...—specific images.

Her body was covered with all sorts of humiliating and decadent words written by that man in unknown ink, which was full of blasphemy.

Ropes, hooks, and a bunch of other random things bound her up, arranging her into all sorts of strange, submissive poses.

The strongest being of destiny was hung up.

Even... and more, to let her live like a real pet...

—That kind of cramped cage where you can't even stretch your arms out.

Resistance and affection, reason and instinct, like two mad beasts, are engaged in a fierce and relentless battle deep within Durandal's consciousness.

In a little while... she felt that her proud "self," belonging to the "strongest Valkyrie of Destiny," would be completely and without reservation swallowed up by that "other side of memory," filled with the meaning of submission and as deep as an abyss.

This is completely different from the previous "hypnosis" sessions that others had undergone, which were essentially "simply changing cognition."

This experience was truly... terrifying.

As the invisible spiritual erosion penetrated deeper, the expression on Durandal's face began to change drastically and uncontrollably.

The fortitude and awe-inspiring presence that belonged to the "Valkyrie" is being stripped away and shattered little by little.

Instead, she wore a look that no one had ever seen on her face before—a look of utter humility and fawning that was utterly unbearable.

The corners of her mouth unconsciously turned up, outlining a curve full of infatuation and flattery.

She seems to have completely degenerated into a perfect "pet" that exists solely to please its master.

This visually striking "degenerate image" evoked a complex mix of emotions in the other two beauties who were also observing it with great interest.

Unlike Durandal's struggle, there was no trace of sympathy or pity in their eyes.

Each of them was somewhat... eager to try.

"We've gone a little... a bit too far..."

Looking at the "doll" in front of him, who had completely given up all resistance and whose face showed an empty, numb, and coquettish expression, Lu Mo sighed softly and slowly released his methods.

That spiritual erosion, which was like a bone-deep infection, vanished without a trace in an instant.

"How are you..." He walked to the beautiful "Valkyrie" who was still in a daze, reached out and gently wiped away the tears from the corner of her eyes with his fingertips, "—You're not feeling well, are you?"

Without resistance, it would be far too easy to turn Durandal into this state.

“…Yes,” Durandal’s body trembled violently, and a trace of clarity belonging to “self” returned to her azure eyes.

Looking at the man in front of her with a playful smile, her voice betrayed a lingering fear, as if she had just escaped death. "I... I can probably understand that feeling... of not being myself anymore."

She almost... was completely swallowed up and assimilated by that distorted perception filled with "baseness" and "submission".

In a sense, if the Lawbringer were to wreak havoc in all directions, the level of threat would indeed be... unimaginably high.

“However,” Lu Mo’s smile grew increasingly mischievous, “it’s not that easy to end here.”

This time, Lu Mo did not allow Yulandel to completely open her mind, but instead signaled her to... continue resisting.

But at the same time, he did something else—

He slowly stretched out his hands, one on each side, and pulled her and Rita together.

Then, under the equally bewildered gazes of the two, he lightly tapped his fingertip in the air.

An invisible energy link, filled with a mysterious aura, was instantly established between the two.

“Next…” His gaze passed over Durandal, who was still confused by his “command” and landed directly on the beautiful “head maid” who had been watching them with a complex look of anticipation and unease since the beginning, while her body was already “ready to strike”.

"--now you."

"Captain, you're in pain."

Before Rita could even stand still and assume a professional posture that conveyed a sense of "welcoming punishment," she was already standing still.

A familiar feeling, so irresistible, left a mark on her that lingered for a long time.

"Hmph," Lu Mo's lips curled into a satisfied smile, while his hands showed no sign of stopping. "Your voice... is not bad."

There is no doubt that Rita never resists what he does.

"You really are... malicious."

While enjoying Lu Mo's undisguised affection, Rita glared reproachfully at the man who was watching her "ugly" state with a wicked grin, her eyes full of allure.

She knows very well...

What kind of impact would making a sound at this time have on the people around you?

Especially Durandal, whose consciousness was disturbed.

Even if my breathing is a little heavy, it will still have an effect.

Moreover, Rita was fully aware of this.

If I don't speak up, I'm "going against" his wishes.

If she makes a sound, it will only torment Durandal.

As for whether to choose to take care of Durandal's current feelings or to choose to please her only "master".

Rita, of course, did not have the slightest hesitation.

"Captain," her body, like the softest serpent, coiled even more tightly around that equally aggressive and solid "support," "You... can be a little heavier."

She leaned against Lu Mo's chest, her smile growing even wider. In her eyes, which were filled with deep affection, gleamed an undisguised cunning light, brimming with a sense of "betrayal" and "sacrifice."

Putting aside the fact that Durandal is now second only to Lu Mo in her heart, it has already determined what choice she will make.

Rita, too, had long been prepared for the role of "teacher."

Whether it was her or the teacher, everyone was just... following orders.

Even before she was formally confronted with this matter, she had already mentally prepared herself for all the consequences.

It was only recently that this matter, filled with the implications of "coincidence" and "fate," was finally brought to the forefront.

They simply couldn't escape punishment.

If I really had to say...

For her and her teacher, being "punished" in such a "pampering" manner by the captain was already the lightest and luckiest price to pay.

Chapter 214 If you make a sound, you'll be discovered.

"gollum"

Seeing Rita being "punished," Durandal was genuinely upset.

It wasn't because she felt sorry for Rita—she wasn't indifferent to her most trusted adjutant, and besides, Rita's face clearly showed... she was enjoying herself!

What's even a little embarrassing is that she might actually have a problem... She's obsessed with the feeling of Rita being played by Lu Mo.

Are you really that happy to be punished by the captain in this way?

Durandal looked helplessly at Rita, who was engrossed in her own world.

The real reason she felt bad was because of... the invisible "mental link" that Lu Mo had placed on the two of them.

how to say……

Right now, it's as if Rita's left foot is tied to her right hand by an invisible rope, while Rita's right foot is similarly tied to her left hand.

The two of them were like a strange conjoined twin, forcibly bound together. Even Rita's casual, normal movements would plunge her actions into complete chaos.

Moreover... the current reality is...

Every uncontrollable and violent reaction of Rita's body would be transformed through that invisible link into an irresistible and tearing force that would slam into her uncontrollable body.

Forced to follow the other person's chaotic and out-of-control rhythm, she experienced the feeling of disharmony in her limbs.

Sometimes, the entire upper body is pulled backward violently by an invisible force, the chest rises uncontrollably, and the back is forced to arch into a breathtaking arc full of fragility and submission.

At other times, the core of the entire body is also violently pushed forward by an equally brute force.

Half of his body was numb, in a posture full of ambiguity.

Without reservation, as if inviting

She couldn't even tell whether what she was feeling at that moment was "punishment" from Rita.

Or... is her own man somehow using some inhumane method to... engage in a pursuit of art...

—Puppet Theater.

"Hey, hey, hey, I was the one who proposed this plan, how come you forgot about me?"

Himeko's voice abruptly broke the eerie and ambiguous atmosphere.

Just like when Lu Mo was toying with Rita, Durandal was acting as the atmosphere-setter.

Himeko leaned leisurely against the door frame with her arms crossed, a hint of amusement playing in her fiery and alluring eyes.

Rarely, a hint of elegant composure could be seen on her face.

"Who told you to get involved in this so little..." Lu Mo gave him a look that was now full of destructive intent.

The gaze swept past Rita and Durandal and landed on Himeko. "However... since that's the case, it wouldn't be right for me not to punish you."

Punishment should look like punishment; how can we do it properly?

“Alright then, Himeko, my wife,” a wicked smile curled at the corner of his lips, “you can choose the method of punishment yourself.”

"Then how about we play it bigger?" Upon hearing this suggestion, which was full of "indulgence," Himeko's fiery eyes instantly flashed with a rather dangerous light.

As if she had anticipated this development, she made a request with remarkable ease, one that drew the attention of everyone present.

"—Then... how about you insult me?"