Valkyrie Flavor Tasting Guide

As expected of "her," you've really gotten a good deal, kid.

Kiana swore that if the other person wasn't that kind of person, it wouldn't be impossible for her to be turned gay.

Speaking of this action of spreading sauce... in the kitchen...

Kiana couldn't help but let her imagination run wild again.

"Are you Kiana?" Lu Mo maintained his "harmless" boyish physique as he jumped off the sofa and walked briskly to the two girls.

Although theoretically his body should have grown to a normal size long ago, Lu Mo still liked this look.

Her voice carried a perfectly measured, gentle tone befitting an "elder," saying, "Mei has already said that you've taken good care of her these past few days."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hands, which were also somewhat small, and used them to prop himself up and bounce to Mei.

His hand, seemingly casually, landed on Mei's back and gently patted her, as if performing some kind of comforting and affectionate gesture.

With that physique, doing this kind of thing is really... interesting. That's why Lu Mo did it.

Thanks to the perfect cover provided by the dining table, Kiana couldn't fully see Lu Mo's specific actions at that moment.

Although she was already a seasoned veteran, even a fool could easily guess that the scoundrel was currently using some kind of wickedly humorous method to "bully" Mei, who had become so much more appealing than before, under that "pure" school uniform.

As per the "script," she could only pretend not to see anything at this moment, her face displaying a well-behaved yet reserved expression full of "newcomer" connotations.

"--hateful……"

In her heart, however, the situation was quite different. A complex mix of resentment and bitterness welled up within her, making her want to protest.

—Is Mei's body... really that delicious?!

Kiana didn't deny that she herself wanted to touch it. But...

Now, she wants to be touched even more!

Mei, meanwhile, braced herself on the dining table, forcefully suppressing the unease rising up her spine. She then pretended that Lu Mo's aggressive "reassurance" had had no effect on her whatsoever.

But in reality, being treated like this in what was almost a semi-public setting... Mei was already extremely excited and thrilled.

Right in front of Kiana...

Right in front of this "prey" and "love rival," who was filled with "admiration" for her but knew nothing about the "truth" of it all.

To be so boldly and disregarding others by one's only "master"... toyed with.

Mei forced herself to maintain the facade of "dignity" and "propriety" on her face, savoring this "betrayal" pleasure that was uniquely hers.

Lu Mo, on the other hand, took in the incredibly moving expression on her face, a face filled with contradictions and struggle.

He did not stop there.

His hand remained on that warm spot, so alluring and irresistible. But this time, his actions were no longer simply about "soothing."

His fingertips, like the most skilled painter, slowly, stroke by stroke, began to depict the sacred handwriting that was full of "ownership" and belonged to the "master" on that perfect "canvas" made of the finest skin.

Mei naturally understood what words Lu Mo had written on her body.

Instead of instinctively bringing her legs together, her legs moved more naturally and silently to the sides, allowing Lu Mo's writing to cover her thighs.

She even had the leisure to look up and give the "little fool" who was looking at her with concern a gentle smile that exuded the air of someone who had been through it all, an impeccable smile.

"Mei... what's wrong?" Kiana looked at her "best friend" who had suddenly become a little "strange" beside her, her face full of confusion. "Why is your face so red?"

"No...nothing..."

Mei adjusted her movements with a calm and elegant demeanor.

Both of them clearly knew what this situation meant, but they just kept pretending to be stupid.

Mei quickly lost interest in thinking about these things.

After all, she could easily get into character given the current situation.

Lu Mo's actions towards her were not acting.

So... so comfortable...

Owner……

The master's movements... were still so... gentle...

Okay... I like it...

She dared not look at Kiana again, afraid that the almost overflowing smugness and excitement in her eyes, full of the meaning of a "victor," might inadvertently reveal something.

She could only stare intently at the exquisite dish in front of her, which exuded an enticing aroma, and use all her strength to savor this forbidden pleasure that belonged only to her.

That's right...

The thought of... myself right now, standing before Kiana, who is filled with "admiration" and "trust" for me, yet completely unaware of the "truth" behind it all, being so blatantly...

Our shared "master" has so cruelly and humiliatingly betrayed us...

A stronger, even morbid, sense of excitement surged through him, like the most potent drug.

original……

Is this... the feeling of betraying her in front of her?

Completely different from previous experiences, this situation was more immersive, and Mei was able to better understand that outrageous impulse.

The urge to humiliate Kiana, the "victim".

This is...amazing...

Mei felt like she was about to completely break down.

In her mind, only one thought remained, crystal clear—

--quick……

—Just a little more…

—In front of this "naive," clueless "little fool"...

—To me...completely

—Take it!

Seeing Mei's completely absorbed, even somewhat "overjoyed" look, Kiana's nose involuntarily wrinkled slightly.

—That's a bit...too arrogant, Mei.

In order to match the development of Mei's "plot", Beatrice naturally extended an invitation full of "elderly" love and gentleness to the "little guest" who was still standing there dumbfounded.

She used herself to distract Kiana.

“Miss Kiana,” she pointed to the only empty seat opposite Lu Mo, “this is my masterpiece, would you like to… sit down and have a taste together?”

As she spoke, Beatrice walked gracefully to Lu Mo's other side. She did not sit down, but stood quietly by his side like a perfect "backdrop".

Then, quite naturally, she placed what was perhaps even more eye-catching than her true self on the table and gestured to Lu Mo from under the table.

"You still have one hand free."

Seeing this "family picture" filled with "harmony" and "immorality," Kiana felt her temples begin to throb uncontrollably again.

no……

—Am I... a "victim"?

Kiana was internally ranting and raving.

"Wife"... is right in front of her, being manipulated by that scoundrel.

Beatrice, too, willingly joined this forbidden "feast."

Previously, in those scripts full of morbid humor, she was made to play the "victim," and it was one thing for her to be bullied to her face.

Now... this scoundrel is going too far, planning to order a whole Minotaur "family bucket"?!

however……

Even though the barrage of complaints in her mind was dense enough to completely cover the screen, Kiana's face remained expressionless.

“Okay, Sister Leah.”

Her voice carried just the right amount of obedience and respect befitting a junior.

She is perfectly adhering to her "persona".

But more than anything, she felt genuine affection for Beatrice in front of her.

On one hand, it was because of the holy "saintess" before her. Although the sticky aura she shared with Lu Mo made her seem different from the original, she still gave her a familiar feeling from her memories.

On the other hand, according to the "script," she would feel an instinctive, irresistible, and intense sense of intimacy with her unique "genetic source."

This is only natural.

Taking advantage of the moment when Kiana's attention was temporarily diverted from him, Lu Mo's already "restless" hands did something even more outrageous.

He gently hooked his fingertips around the two strands and tied them to the backs of Beatrice and Mei respectively, finding something crucial.

then……

— Gently, with a pull, a tug.

Otherwise, these two equally battle-hardened beauties would have already been well-prepared and experienced enough to be "mentally prepared" for his "pranks".

I'm afraid that at this moment... after the sound of the ribbon being pulled away.

Then there would be two screams, enough to completely rip the roof off... filled with shame and despair.

Lu Mo's actions were simply... too audacious.

"Alright," the "culprit" who had done all this still wore that innocent smile that seemed to say "harmless," "sit down, everyone. Standing like this...aren't you tired?"

As he spoke, he waved to the still "out of the loop" and "innocent" white-haired girl.

Meanwhile, the other two beautiful lovers, who had just been completely and physically "liberated" by him, tacitly suppressed their inner excitement and slowly sat down again in their respective places.

only……

Their posture at this moment was filled with an indescribable tension and stiffness, even more so than before.

And from now on... Lu Mo will have even more opportunities to play a role.

"Oops, I'm sorry, I dropped my chopsticks."

"It's alright, Miss Mei, I'll pick it up for you."

"Ahem..." Kiana coughed lightly. This joke is too old. You guys might as well just take action.

Chapter 218 Finally, we got to eat! White-haired rice bowl.

Kiana knew without even thinking how happy Lu Mo was at that moment.

On one side is the gentle and holy "Lia-neechan" radiating maternal glow; on the other side is the equally delicious Mei, radiating tenderness and obedience.

These two stunning beauties, both exuding the charm of "married women," are naturally no less attractive, both visually and in terms of "feel."

--hateful……!

Kiana felt like she was about to grind her teeth to pieces.

She couldn't wait to switch to her "post-collapse final form," which represents hard work and sweat.

Then, he grabbed the hand of the scoundrel who was having so much fun that he didn't want to leave, and pulled it hard against his own proud, equally "grown" parts.

—So that he won't forget... who the real "first wife" is!

Although, in terms of both seniority and "status," she, as the "Empress Dowager," seemed inferior to the "Empress Dowager," who exuded the demeanor of "ruling the world with maternal grace."

And even if it wasn't genuine, she wouldn't dare disobey that woman.

but……

—I can't possibly compare to a mere "Empress of the Western Palace," can I?

She is number 1 in front of Mei.

"Come on, eat more and drink more."

It seemed that he could feel the scorching gaze beside him, which was almost tangible and filled with resentment and bitterness.

Lu Mo reluctantly withdrew his attention from that "paradise" filled with tenderness and soft jade.

He picked up a glass of chilled juice that he had prepared beforehand and secretly added a "secret ingredient".