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Although Durandal's loyalty to Otto is no longer as deep under the gentle guidance of another version of herself.

But Durandal will definitely take the role very seriously.

"Your existence is still an absolute secret to them. But just as much, their existence itself is an... unstable variable. Sooner or later, it will threaten everything that you and we have worked so hard to build." A resolute glint flashed in Theresa's eyes.

She stepped forward, lowering her voice to an even more seductive tone.

“Master, they are your perfect prey next.”

"But at the same time... if we don't completely subdue them as soon as possible, they will be... the most troublesome obstacle."

"The most perfect prey is also the most troublesome obstacle..." Lu Mo pondered these words.

He understood what Theresa meant. They were both Otto's strongest weapons and his most precious treasures that he could take away.

Conquering them not only eliminates potential threats but also brings unparalleled satisfaction.

“Theresa,” he chuckled, “you really are… getting better and better at persuading me.”

He slowly sat up straight from Shigure Kira, a deep curiosity on his lips.

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"—Then let me see what cards Otto can play if he loses all his assets."

Meanwhile, Rita, having yet to gain entry into the market, was constantly considering ways to develop herself.

"Or...would it be better to just abandon this persona altogether?"

Rita has just decided to design her fourth version of the plan.

After all, her fondness for Theresa—or more accurately, for Theresa's "species"—is common knowledge.

She could certainly expand her persona in this area.

After all, that's how Lu Mo is now.

Rita doesn't mind being a "pervert" at all.

It's normal for a pervert to abduct a handsome young man, right?

Then it's perfectly normal to lure him to your home, right?

It's perfectly normal to mess things up if you go too far, right?

It's perfectly normal for someone to kneel on the ground and call someone "master," right?

That's right, but... what about Lady Durandal?

Chapter 227 Intimacy in the Elevator, Further Doing Whatever They Want in St. Freya

"Dong dong."

A polite and restrained knock on the door broke the enchanting atmosphere inside.

"Come in." Lu Mo's voice was indifferent; he didn't even get up from Shi Yu Qi Luo.

Fu Hua is coming. She must have been holding back for a long time—although the script had already taken action against her, there was no further development in the story.

Although Fu Hua's wife has a good temper, she must have some resentment after holding it in for so long.

Fu Hua pushed open the door and entered, her expression remaining completely flawless. She was clearly just there to see...

“...It’s you.” Her voice was as cold as the wind blowing from a snow-capped peak.

Fu Hua's acting skills are different from others; her professionalism is too high.

Lu Mo almost thought she was going to cut off his illegitimate child today.

“Long time no see, Fu Hua,” Lu Mo said, his smile etched with “nostalgia.” “—It seems that these past ten years haven’t been very good for you….”

"Thanks to you," Fu Hua said with a hint of sarcasm. "After all, I'm not as carefree as you, able to hide away and enjoy a life like an emperor."

"Leisurely?" Lu Mo chuckled. "I'm not leisurely at all. I'm just... waiting for the right opportunity."

Although he is truly despicable in the script, it doesn't stop him from keeping his word.

"Timing?" Fu Hua frowned slightly, her eyes filled with vigilance. "What timing?"

“That’s not something you need to worry about, I’ll take care of it,” Lu Mo said with a smile. “But before that, I hope you can be like Li Xue.”

"You're dreaming!" Fu Hua retorted almost instinctively.

However, the very next second after those words, full of resistance, were uttered...

An indescribable, familiar feeling that made the hairs on her body stand on end.

From the deepest part of her body, it surged out uncontrollably and wildly.

It was caused by that man's scent.

Fu Hua knelt on the ground unwillingly.

His expression relaxed.

She can now play more natural roles.

A captivating flush, tinged with struggle and unease, appeared on her face.

"What's wrong?" Lu Mo admired the wonderful expression on her face, full of contradictions and struggles. "Your body... seems to be much more honest than your mouth."

Let me borrow a few of the wives' terms.

He didn't even make any unnecessary movements.

He merely glanced at a few of her most attractive features, and then his gaze briefly met hers in mid-air.

Fu Hua then felt an unbearable urge to vomit.

After all, some memories come back to me instantly.

"...You're overthinking it." Fu Hua forcibly suppressed the strange feeling surging in her heart. Her voice was still cold, but the slightly trembling tone at the end indicated that it was beginning to take effect.

"Really?" Lu Mo's smile deepened. "Then why... are you afraid to look at me?"

"If you open your eyes and look at me, I don't believe you have empty eyes."

Lu Mo made a joke that few people could understand.

He slowly rose from that extravagant "throne," pinching Fu Hua's chin and forcing her to look directly at him.

"Stop... Don't come any closer...!"

Fu Hua's voice was filled with obvious disgust.

She instinctively wanted to back away, to escape this sense of crisis that felt both familiar and terrifying.

However, her legs seemed to be bound by octopus tentacles, and she couldn't move an inch.

“It seems I’ve given you too much freedom,” Lu Mo walked up to her, extended a finger, and an ominous, eerie pink light condensed at the fingertip. “I haven’t taught you to be grateful.”

He didn't directly point that threatening finger at her.

He simply placed it slowly, just an inch away from her brow.

"Since you refuse to listen..."

A cruel glint appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Then I'll just have to let you experience it for yourself."

Without warning, a "memory" filled with humiliation and despair, which should not have existed, surfaced in her mind.

……

Deep within the Netherworld, the colossal Honkai Beast Chi You roared with earth-shattering fury. She should have engaged it in a fierce battle to the death.

However, in that false memory, the behemoth that should have been her enemy was merely a stray dog ​​in a man's hands.

That man... was Lu Mo.

He stood atop Chi You's head, looking down at himself with a mocking smile, like a cat catching a mouse.

Then, under Lu Mo's silent command, she was momentarily helpless against him.

She was pinned firmly to the cold, hard ground, unable to move. Meanwhile, Lu Mo slowly descended from Chi You's head, step by step, towards her, now a "captive"...

……

"No...it's not..."

Fu Hua's body trembled violently, and her eyes, which had been filled with vigilance, were instantly filled with fear and disbelief.

She instinctively wanted to deny it, to completely erase that blasphemous, false image from her mind.

However, Lu Mo did not give her any chance.

"Over the years, I've researched and perfected the uses of Feather Dust. You don't want to find that all of them... have turned into this when you're trying to recover your memories, do you?"

His voice, like the gentlest devil, whispered softly in her ear.

Those threatening words made Fu Hua's body stiffen again.

She knew... he wasn't joking.

If... if all my long memories were truly "contaminated" by him in this way...

Then she...

"...What do you want to do?" After a long silence, she slowly squeezed out these words, which were filled with a hoarseness and resignation, from deep in her throat.

"What am I doing?" Lu Mo chuckled, then gently ran his fingertip across her cheek, which was slightly flushed from her inner struggle. "I just... want you to be more obedient."

Upon hearing Lu Mo's words, which were full of playfulness and control, Fu Hua's tense "student" persona instantly crumbled.

She let out a long, helpless sigh, and a glimmer of her own clear-headed light returned to her gray eyes that had once represented fear.

“Captain,” she said, momentarily detached from the script, her voice carrying a clear and genuine complaint, “you really are… getting better and better at bullying people.”

My husband is getting more and more annoying, but I can't do anything about him and I even can't help but indulge him. What should I do?

"Oh?" Upon hearing this, Lu Mo's smile deepened. "What if... I really did that?"

Lu Mo looked at Fu Hua with a provocative gaze, completely unashamed.

What would happen if we did that...?

Lu Mo would not normally say such things.

But the increasingly dark developments have made him want to have some serious fun.

Fu Hua's body stiffened slightly. She looked at the man in front of her who was waiting for her reaction with a mischievous grin, remained silent for a moment, and then put on a complex expression of helplessness and indulgence.

“…Then I can only ask you to do this,” she said to Fu Hua, “—make a backup in advance.”

“Otherwise…” She paused, a subtle, earnest glint appearing in her clear, cool eyes, “Otherwise…”

If it's true, it can't be changed...

"I think... I'll really hate you for the rest of my life."

Although she knew that, given Lu Mo's personality, he would never do anything that would truly harm them.

but……

The thought that those memories with his companions might actually be "modified" by him in that wicked way and could never be restored is unbearable.

She still couldn't help but feel a lingering fear.

After all, every memory is important.

Upon hearing Fu Hua's earnest "warning," Lu Mo's smile softened even more.

He reached out and gently patted her pretty face, which still held a somewhat complicated expression, his voice filled with an even stronger doting affection than Fu Hua's.

"Okay, be a good boy/girl."

"Let's get back to the script."

“Next…” A malicious smile, full of the meaning of “reward,” curled at the corner of his mouth. “I will take good care of you…”

Upon hearing this tender voice, Fu Hua, unsure whether it was resentment or long-awaited anticipation, began to tremble.

She slowly closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, those eyes had regained the cold, wary, and stubborn light that belonged to an undercover agent.

"Hmph... You're smart to know what's good for you."

Theresa looked at the scene before her, which was full of "harmony" and "submission," and nodded in satisfaction.