Valkyrie Flavor Tasting Guide

This is so frustrating!

But there is no way.

The Herrscher of Thunder knows one thing—in this harem, you really can't get a piece of the action if you don't work hard!

Meanwhile, on the other side, there were two children who suddenly started throwing tantrums.

Mei, feeling utterly exhausted, stepped forward and acted as a peacemaker.

She simultaneously embraced the "other self" who was still "sulking" and the "bad man" who looked equally "innocent," drawing them into her embrace filled with "tolerance" and "maternal" radiance.

then……

A chaotic scene unfolded, filled with people embracing each other and speechless, a truly chaotic situation.

To his left was Mei, leaning on his shoulder, her expression so alluring that it captivated Lu Mo.

On her right was the Herrscher of Thunder, who exuded a "queenly" aura and reluctantly placed Lu Mo's hand where she was satisfied.

Lu Mo felt as if he had instantly been placed in some kind of supreme paradise.

He didn't even need to make any extra movements.

He merely passively enjoyed the company of these two stunningly beautiful women, both harboring ulterior motives.

In order to fight for that precious "territory" on his body, a silent "war" unfolded between them, a war filled with the undertones of "plastic sisterhood."

Meanwhile, on the other side, upon seeing this strange scene before them—a "captain" simultaneously enjoying two "Mei," a scene brimming with the connotations of "minotaur" and "self-minotaur"—they were struck by the sight of this man.

Those deep blue eyes were filled with extremely complex and strange emotions, including envy and jealousy.

—I want to…so much…

—Join us too…!

Chapter 224 Flight Attendant Himeko, Suki

Just as Kiana was watching with bated breath, almost unable to resist taking matters into her own hands and transforming Lu Mo's current experience of being surrounded by women on both sides into an even more chaotic and interesting "three-person feast,"

The iPhone 4 in her pocket, a device characteristic of its time, began to vibrate rapidly.

"Who sent me a message?"

Kiana impatiently pulled out her phone, glanced at the messages on the screen, and looked helplessly at her next instructions.

Even if something good happens, it's still unpleasant to have your mood ruined.

She cleared her throat, without any intention of interrupting the two purple figures who were still engaged in a fierce "territorial battle" over Lu Mo.

"Master!!" Her voice was feignedly serious and businesslike, "My teacher... will be here soon."

"Teacher?" Lu Mo stopped what he was doing, a perfectly timed look of confusion on his face. What kind of teacher is he?

After all, playing Himeko before was an action outside the script.

This is Himeko, who hasn't met him yet in the story.

However, given the previous introduction to the modified Saint Freya, I'm actually quite curious.

"Well..." Kiana's face revealed a malicious smile full of "professional salesmanship".

She, as if afraid the world wasn't chaotic enough, began to meticulously "introduce" the current version of Himeko.

"Oh, she's our most popular instructor at St. Freya!"

Kiana deliberately used the word "guide".

"Although she's a little bit older," Kiana said without batting an eye, but she still had the feeling of having just brushed with death. "Even if Mei and I were together, we might not be able to compare with her in some aspects of her temperament."

After saying that, Kiana glanced at Mei, who was now using the Post-Apocalypse look.

I decided to shake my head.

They forced her to be seen as Mei from back then in order to cover up the past.

"Oh? How powerful is it?"

“Hmm…” Kiana pretended to think deeply, then gave a fitting analogy, “It’s that kind of charm that’s unique in St. Freya Academy. And the kind that will change over the years.”

Kiana felt a little guilty after saying that.

After all, Himeko-sensei, even if she's a few years older, clearly knows that the original version was much more appealing.

But outwardly, she paused, as if savoring something, and made a subtle expression to let Lu Mo understand Ji Zi's beauty.

"In short, Teacher Himeko is very special in every way, and I'm sure you'll like her very much, Master."

Although Himeko is not within the range of older sisters that the "Kiana type" likes, she belongs to the auntie level.

But Lu Moke really likes this kind of thing.

"Moreover, Himeko-sensei is one of Theresa-sama's most outstanding students. Putting aside everything else, if you were to use her as a chair, the experience would be absolutely wonderful."

After all, Himeko-sensei is known for her solid basic skills, so sitting on her would definitely be stable.

“That sounds…not bad,” Lu Mo’s gaze shifted, and he took the initiative to continue this topic, which was full of “leading” implications, “So besides being a chair, what else is special about her?”

"Well," Kiana's smile became even more sly, "it depends on how you plan to arrange things for her."

"After all, Himeko-sensei, though she can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk when she's in high spirits," Kiana said vaguely, but "if I saw you now, one cup would be enough to knock me out."

"Oh?" Lu Mo sensed something slightly. "Judging from your tone, your teacher seems to have some expectations of me."

"Of course!" Kiana continued her "sales pitch" as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "After all, in St. Freya, whether you're a student or a teacher, the sole purpose of everyone's existence is to serve one and only master. Don't you know that?"

“Top teachers like Himeko-sensei are naturally the same.”

As she spoke, she gestured with her hands in the air.

They even seemed to be deliberately emphasizing Himeko's proportions, striking a pose that was hard not to laugh at.

“I heard from Lady Theresa that Professor Himeko,” her voice carried a hint of mystery, full of gossip and revelations, “—that every night, in her dormitory room filled with the smell of wine, she can only barely fall asleep by hugging your life-sized body pillow.”

Although it's just a script, I feel like the current Himeko isn't incapable of being created.

"Although she... has never met you in person..." Kiana paused deliberately here, then spoke in a tone that was hard to tell whether it was teasing or half-mocking and half-lamenting, "but I think she craves your affection more than anyone else."

"So," Kiana said, a mischievous smile curving her lips.

"When she meets you in person..."

"I think you don't even need to do anything for her..."

"She will probably use the most proactive way to prove her loyalty to you."

"After all, she is probably the person St. Freya longs for most."

Although Kiana's explanation sounded plausible, that wasn't the case.

Kiana made it all up on the spot based on Himeko's role.

Soon, accompanied by a deep engine roar, the massive silhouette of the Hyperion slowly pierced through the clouds and hovered over the outskirts of Changkong City.

A figure leaped down from the open hatch, landing nimbly on the ground and creating a slight ripple in the air.

The newcomer was none other than Himeko. She wore a well-tailored red combat uniform that accentuated her stunning figure. Her long, wine-red hair flew wildly in the wind.

She raised her hand to tuck a few strands of hair that had fallen across her cheek behind her ear, a bright and confident smile on her face.

Those captivating eyes possessed a unique, effortless charm characteristic of mature women.

She didn't show any unpleasant behavior upon first meeting Kiana, contrary to Kiana's description.

Instead, she strode confidently with her enviable long legs to Lu Mo, exuding a dashing and heroic aura.

“Reporting, sir,” she said in a clear and strong voice, carrying the competence characteristic of someone who had been through many battles.

But at the end of her sentence, she inadvertently drew out a soft, suggestive curve that only Lu Mo could understand: "Your personal vehicle is ready."

Then, bowing down to that equally alluring body, she softly called out in a gentle voice, filled with both respect and a hint of intimacy:

"Owner."

As she spoke, she naturally reached out and took Lu Mo's arm, leading him toward the Hyperion.

Her dashing and carefree demeanor made her seem less like someone looking for her master and more like someone going on a date.

Himeko didn't take Lu Mo to any lounge. She simply took his arm and, with practiced ease, led him to the spacious and comfortable captain's seat, which symbolized supreme command.

"Please sit, my dear master," her voice, in the enclosed space, sounded even more magnetic and alluring. "Your journey from here on will be served by the dedicated flight attendants of this flight."

"Oh?" Lu Mo raised an eyebrow, letting her press him down into the soft seat. "Is there any special service on this flight?"

Although I am the captain, I have hardly ever been to the captain's cabin.

After all, although the original Hyperion now belongs to him, he can't use it.

“That depends on…” Himeko’s fingertips traced a suggestive arc along his equally muscular thigh. “—What kind of service would you like?”

As she spoke, she released her grip and gave the man, who was also looking at her expectantly, a sly smile of confidence.

Then, she turned around and slowly walked towards the small, private changing room behind the bridge that was exclusively hers.

Strange, although I haven't been here many times, I don't remember this structure.

It looks like Hyperion has also been modified.

Lu Mo leaned back on the bench, closed his eyes, and waited for Ji Zi's movements.

Because he had the right to look at her freely, Lu Mo did not go over to see Ji Zi.

At times like these, anticipation is even more wonderful.

Only a dozen seconds had passed.

When Lu Mo heard the voice, a genuine, amazed light flashed in his eyes.

Himeko had already removed the classic, suggestive cutout version of her combat uniform.

Instead, they wore a classic, dark blue airline uniform with a more service-oriented feel.

The well-tailored top, while seemingly tight, appeared natural on her—a contradiction.

The short skirt further highlights the uniqueness of Himeko's current outfit.

To be honest, just this image alone made Lu Mo's mouth water.

“Honorable guest,” she said, walking gracefully like a cat as she slowly approached Lu Mo.

Her voice was completely professional, sweet and seductive: "Himeko, the dedicated flight attendant for this flight, is reporting for duty."

As she bent over, the already tight classic suit and her body engaged in a "war" that was both tragic and destined to be a foregone conclusion.

The secret of Himeko's uniform lies in its perfect fit while also being fragile.

To put it simply, this outfit looks normal, even a bit loose, but in reality, it can be pushed to its limit with just a little effort, and then—

"Snapped!"

A crisp and astonishing impact suddenly rang out in the silent bridge.

While it doesn't negate the clothing's original purpose of revealing skin, it's enough to spark the imagination—

That tiny button traced a graceful parabola in the air before disappearing without a trace.

Himeko felt a little regretful; the button's ejection was still too uncontrollable.

If it could bounce to a better position, a better direction... that would be even more fun.

Could you try to take control of things after that?

"Oh my!"

Ji Zi showed no embarrassment or panic whatsoever; instead, she gave Lu Mo a smile that seemed to crave praise.

Clearly, this was her performance to welcome her master.

Although it doesn't really mean anything, it just feels different when you look at it.

Even though her flight attendant uniform remained as conservative as ever, the sense of anticipation changed once the buttons popped off.

"It seems... today's passengers are a little too enthusiastic?"

Himeko covered her mouth and chuckled as she spoke.

The best thing is to leave room for imagination.

"Just looking at them, this dress can't even handle the guests' enthusiasm."