Valkyrie Flavor Tasting Guide

Upon hearing Ji Zi's request, which was filled with the implication of "bringing shame upon herself," Lu Mo's expression changed to "Just as I expected."

He slowly rose from Rita, who had been ravaged and was now serving as his chair.

He didn't rush to speak.

He simply reached out and, with utterly flirtatious ease, lifted Himeko's beautifully shaped chin, gently caressing her moist lips with his fingertips.

Those eyes were filled with undisguised contempt and possessiveness, as if one were appraising a private possession that could be toyed with at will.

Himeko's breathing, which was originally full of "excitement" and "expectation," gradually became somewhat rapid under his oppressive gaze.

The atmosphere needs to be set well before it will be effective.

He slowly, word by word, uttered the first sentence, "punishment," which was full of ambiguity.

"What a stupid woman... with zero thinking ability."

His voice wasn't loud, but it reached the ears of everyone present clearly.

That statement even had a hint of flirting in it.

Himeko's body trembled violently. Although she still felt a little resentful when she was scolded, her eyes burned with excitement and anticipation.

"He clearly has a smart face, but he doesn't even have the most basic judgment in his mind."

Lu Mo's voice remained calm, but his fingertips began to subtly trace the curve of her graceful neck.

Until you force her to tilt her head back to a certain extent.

"—If you give them even the slightest hint, they'll come crawling to you like a red bull, ignoring everything else."

"...Hmm..." Himeko was in Lu Mo's hands.

“No matter how absurd or unreasonable the orders from above may be,” Lu Mo’s lips curled into an even more cruel smile, “you will carry them out without hesitation, like the most obedient little dog wagging its tail, right?”

"Mingming, she always says things like, 'As expected of me, bring it on!' and makes such boastful claims..."

At this moment, his voice became filled with extreme, undisguised mockery.

"—As a result, the body... is more honest than anyone else."

"—What right do I have to talk about glory?"

"—What qualifications does one have to be a teacher?"

"—What right do you have to..."

He leaned down, and on that beautiful face, already flushed red with extreme humiliation and excitement, he softly uttered those words—words powerful enough to utterly crush her last, and most vulnerable, "resistance" into dust...

"—You said no on one hand, but then you so easily slept with me?"

"Hmm... As expected of the captain."

Himeko let out a long, satisfied sigh, as if she were talking in her sleep.

She wasn't unaware of the veiled mockery behind her words.

But so what? They achieved their goal, didn't they?

Himeko had to admit that even without any particular hobbies, being "punished" by Lu Mo with such domineering and humiliating words still made her body... increasingly aroused uncontrollably.

That morbid pleasure, stemming from absolute surrender, made her mind become hazy and intoxicated.

It's quite charming when your little man becomes domineering.

She even took the initiative and slowly lowered her fiery body to its lowest position.

She knelt down, tilted her head back, and looked at the man before her with eyes full of infatuation and pleading, who was completely "conquering" her with words.

Of course... she wasn't begging him to continue "humiliating" her with even more vicious words.

"—Master," her voice suddenly became filled with extreme humility and obsequiousness, "Your Himeko... wants more punishment."

"Please, just break me completely."

Although all three were being "punished" by Lu Mo, Rita and Himeko seemed to be enjoying it immensely, even to the point of being happy about it.

This made Lu Mo feel a sense of... utter boredom.

Although seeing them so completely lost in their depravity did make him feel much better, he still felt... something was missing, something in particular.

As expected... we still can't let them have it too easy.

Got it!

The theme of this event is simply to make the three of them take the punishment in Ragnar's place, isn't it?

"—You three, come here!"

A glint of wicked amusement flashed in Lu Mo's eyes. He gave new "instructions" to the three "wildcats" who shouldn't be there.

He didn't start the new "game" immediately, but instead gestured for the three of them to follow him, crawling on their hands and feet all the way to the outside of Ragnar's closed door.

“Rita,” his voice carried an undisguised, wicked chuckle, “—how about you go and get your teacher a change of clothes?!”

As he spoke, he pulled out something from somewhere... rather than "clothes," it was more like a thin, suggestive "fig leaf."

That was an even more outrageous outfit than the maid outfit with the large slit that Ragnar was wearing.

The entire garment is almost entirely made up of a few symbolic black ribbons and a few tiny, semi-transparent pieces of fabric pieced together.

Wearing it, regardless of whether it's appropriate or not, will probably only make people who see it want to ask her questions... and feel... justified.

“This…” Rita’s face showed an obvious expression of difficulty.

“I believe in your stealth abilities.” Lu Mo didn’t give her any chance to refuse.

Although Rita may be the weakest of the S-rank Valkyries in terms of combat strength, her overall qualities, especially when carrying out missions with "special" implications, are... undeniably powerful.

"...Yes, Captain."

Rita hesitated for a moment, but in the end, under the unquestionable gaze of her "master," she slowly lowered her head and chose to obey the order.

Rita quickly convinced herself—after all, the teacher would wear the outfit later to please the captain. She was just helping her change in advance, so what did it matter?

Having figured this out, Rita even had an even more exciting idea... what if she wore this on the street and then had Lu Mo come over?

That kind of humiliating experience.

As for the remaining two...

“Bianca,” Lu Mo said, shifting his amusement from the maid who had silently slipped into the room.

The weapon landed on the beautiful golden retriever, who was on high alert due to her tense nerves. "—I won't hold back anymore... You have to be patient."

As he spoke, he produced from somewhere a vial of potion that exuded an ominous aura and shimmered with an eerie light.

"Drink it."

Despite knowing what was inside, Durandal didn't hesitate at all.

Even knowing the consequences, she would still swallow it.

"You...don't want the teachers inside to hear those shameful sounds you're making, do you?"

As Lu Mo spoke, he quickly made Yulandel experience some... "special" preferential treatment.

And at that moment, her teacher was inside, just a wall away through the window. What if… she made an even more indecent sound than before…

Durandal clenched her teeth, using all her strength to suppress the overwhelming mental shock that threatened to engulf her completely.

until……

She felt as if her body no longer belonged to her.

She could no longer hold on and could only lean helplessly against the cold windowsill, her eyes filled with nothing but emptiness and numbness...—pure white.

"Next...it's my turn, isn't it?"

To be honest, after seeing Durandal's completely broken and distraught appearance, Himeko also felt a sense of panic that was hard to suppress.

The only thing she was confident about compared to Durandal was... that her endurance was slightly better than Durandal's...

It's unlikely that I would end up like her, uncontrollably making those... shameful sounds.

“Your words…” Lu Mo’s lips curled into an even more cruel smile, “—but they will be even heavier than hers.”

As he spoke, he picked up the still somewhat "composed" and fiery beauty and carried her to the bedside of the still unconscious and helpless "prisoner"—Ragnar.

"Don't..." His voice, tinged with a wicked threat, whispered close to her ear, "...let her find any trace, Himeko..."

The moment the words left his mouth, he no longer hesitated. In that room filled with the interplay of moonlight and shadow, and brimming with an ambiguous atmosphere, he commanded Himeko to perform a movement that left her somewhat bewildered.

She placed her hands on the cold edge of the bed.

"What, are you scared?"

"Then it would be better if I picked you up, but if I did that, Ragnar might wake up easily."

Chapter 215 What kind of rice bowl are Mei and the Saintess?

"Hoo, we're back in Changkong City, so is this flashback over?"

When I woke up, the surroundings had changed from the wooden house full of northern scenery to a cozy but ordinary apartment room.

Upon seeing this unfamiliar scene, Lu Mo immediately understood what had happened.

According to the "setting" of this script, more than ten years have passed at this point.

This also explains the state of the woman currently standing next to him.

Beatrice's acting perfectly portrayed a "saint," and now, she has been completely "raised" by him into the most perfect form, existing only to please him.

In her "memories," Beatrice not only displays the maturity she has shown over the past decade, but also reveals the maturity she has gained over the past ten years.

It also shows what happens when someone is pampered like this every day for more than ten years...

"Owner……"

Her expressions were already mastered to perfection.

In those azure eyes, only the purest, abyss-like... obsession and depravity remained.

Lu Mo had a vague feeling.

It would be perfectly natural for him to play with her for a while and then kick her away.

That's what the ocean feels like.

As per the script, she naturally and proactively took on the "wake-up" service this morning.

“Since that’s the case…” After enjoying this warm “morning interaction” filled with the feeling of an “old married couple,” Lu Mo slowly sat up from the soft bed. “—Then, let the plot… continue to move forward.”

"Kiana... she should have already been born in this scenario, right?"

Logically speaking, given that he had completely "hijacked" the crucial "precondition" of "Beateria,"

The existence of "Kiana," a "life" that should not exist, is absolutely impossible.

But putting aside such details, what is there to care about in a script full of "bad humor" and "whimsy"?

In reality, even if the changes are drastic, it doesn't really matter.

For example, some people say that without Otto, Cecilia and Siegfried would never have met and fallen in love.

But in fact, in that earlier "old setting", Otto... wasn't even an Archbishop of Schicksal, but just an insignificant "historical figure" who had long since died.

The only difference that Otto's death brought was that Judas was left without a healer.

Even cloning Theresa would be done by someone else.

So some things... are like the "convergence" of world lines.

No matter how tortuous or bizarre the process may be.

It was bound to happen sooner or later.

"Hehe, what's wrong?" Beatrice chuckled softly, looking at the expectant, even slightly impatient expression on her man's face. "—Can't resist, craving a rice bowl?"

Although her words sounded like a question posed with a hint of jealousy or even a desire to win favor.

But in reality, she was also filled with irrepressible excitement and anticipation for the upcoming "new plot".

after all……

What interesting sparks will fly when she discovers her identity as Kiana's "identity," and... her particularly dangerous relationship with Kiana in this situation, amidst this twisted and morbidly humorous setting?

—I'm really looking forward to it!