Valkyrie Flavor Tasting Guide

"Great idea!" Lu Mo's eyes lit up when he heard this. "Next time, we can have Bronya conjure up a smokeless baking pan. Then... Mei, you can bake it, and I'll eat it."

"That's enough, you two!" Kiana immediately protested. "I don't want to become all sticky!"

"Don't worry," Bronya scooped a fish ball from the pot, blew on it, and held it to Lu Mo's mouth. "Bronya will help you clean up the captain's mess."

It refers to the captain, not Kiana.

Bronya certainly didn't mishear.

"You guys are really something, starting to discuss this kind of thing on the very first day..." Fu Hua looked at the ridiculous scene before him and gave a helpless yet indulgent smile.

“There’s no way around it,” Lu Mo said matter-of-factly while enjoying Bronya’s hospitality. “After all, this is a rare housewarming party.”

You can drive it whenever you want.

He reached out and gently tucked Mei's long, smooth hair behind her ear, his fingertips subtly pinching her soft earlobe.

"It needs to be lively."

"Hiss...so satisfying!" Lu Mo put a piece of tripe covered in chili oil into his mouth, gasping for breath from the spiciness, but his face showed an extremely satisfied expression. "Spicy hot pot is the best!"

“Of course,” Himeko replied, her pretty face flushed from the food. She raised her glass and gently clinked it against Lu Mo’s. “This is life!”

The two seemed to have found kindred spirits, their chopsticks flying up and down in the bubbling red broth, completely ignoring their "comrades" in the clear broth pot on the other side who were watching eagerly.

"...My sense of taste is starting to go numb." Bronya put down her chopsticks, her usually expressionless face showing signs of strain.

She glanced at the two guys who were already "overwhelmed by the spiciness," then stood up and took out a small bucket of crystal-clear ice from the refrigerator next to her.

Since we can't eat it anyway, it's not a bad idea to take the opportunity to attack.

"Captain," she said, picking up a piece of food and holding it to Lu Mo's lips, her voice flat, "Here, this will help cut through the richness."

The cool touch instantly relieved the burning sensation in his mouth, and Lu Mo let out a comfortable sigh. "Bronya, you're so thoughtful."

Just then, Mei and Himeko exchanged a glance, both seeing a sly glint in each other's eyes. With perfect understanding, they simultaneously stood up and silently headed towards the kitchen.

Before long, they returned to the table with a huge glass in their hands.

The glass was filled with a warm, pure white liquid that emitted a rich aroma.

“Just eating iced food won’t do,” Himeko said with a meaningful smile. “You also need to drink something sweet to cool down the spiciness.”

“That’s right,” Mei’s voice seemed to hint at something, “and this… is the freshest one.”

Looking at the "specially supplied drinks" in front of him, which were full of "sincerity," and the undisguised expectant expressions on the faces of the two women, Lu Mo knew exactly what they were thinking.

I won't have to worry about not having enough to drink anymore.

He was about to speak, to say something to "reward" his two "thoughtful" lovers.

However, at this moment——

He suddenly felt something gently tug at his trouser leg.

He subconsciously looked down and saw that Fu Hua, who was usually indifferent and aloof, had silently crawled under the table.

Her fingertips had already stopped with incredible precision on his belt buckle, which symbolized the last line of defense.

"Captain," her voice seemed to carry a hint of resentment, "—since you like spicy food so much..."

"Then how about... letting it taste the spiciness too?"

“——Fuck!”

Lu Mo's body tensed up instantly, as if he had been electrocuted, and he jumped up from the chair almost instinctively.

She nimbly jumped back, creating a safe distance from that dangerous "little hand."

His face was filled with genuine lingering fear, as if he had survived a disaster.

Are you kidding me? !

If it gets too spicy there...

It will kill people!

Seeing his comical appearance, filled with panic and lingering fear, the entire restaurant was silent for a moment before erupting into a deafening burst of gloating laughter.

"Ha ha ha ha……!"

"—Fu Hua...you...you actually...!"

"—Pfft...I'm dying of laughter..."

Kiana laughed the loudest, so much so that she was unsteady on her feet while maintaining the "stove" position, causing the soup in the pot to slosh around.

The others were also laughing so hard they were doubled over, their bodies shaking with laughter.

None of them expected this...

Fu Hua, who is usually the most serious and rigid, would actually... make such a joke.

After a burst of laughter, the atmosphere in the restaurant became increasingly lively and ambiguous.

Kiana looked at Lu Mo, who was still shaken, and naturally gave a mischievous smile.

“What’s there to be afraid of?” her voice carried an undisguised provocation. “Don’t forget you’re not a normal person now, and I’m actually quite looking forward to you experiencing me with a different temperature.”

As she spoke, she deliberately straightened her back, making the hot pot on top shake even more violently.

"Let alone a simple spicy hot pot," her eyes gleamed with confidence and allure, "—even something a little more extreme, like a body exposed to 1400 degrees Celsius, would be no problem at all."

Lu Mo sat back down in his chair without answering her immediately.

With a mischievous smile playing on her lips, she deftly twirled her chopsticks, not reaching into the pot, but instead gently tapping the spot where she was using the chopsticks as a "stove".

"ah!"

He didn't stop; the tip of his chopsticks pinched the soft flesh on her side lightly, making Kiana laugh so hard she swayed and twisted her body.

"you……!"

As they got into the game, he went even further, carefully using the tip of his chopsticks to lift the hem of her already unbuttoned dress.

"ah!"

Kiana's body trembled violently, and she let out a coquettish gasp, as if she had been tickled.

"What...what are you doing!"

"It's nothing," Lu Mo said innocently. "I just think Kiana looks delicious."

Mei, watching this flirtatious scene, also wore a happy expression.

She picked up the serving chopsticks and placed a generous portion of food on the plate for the man who was already having a great time.

"Alright, stop fooling around," she said, her voice carrying just the right amount of gentleness. "Hurry up and eat, or... the food will get cold."

……

After a lively and heartwarming hot pot feast, Lu Mo finally put down his chopsticks, completely satisfied.

"Captain, have you eaten?"

"Well, I'm full."

"Then..." Bronya pointed to Lu Mo's shirt, which was stained with a lot of soup from their earlier playful antics, "Do you still want this?"

Before Lu Mo could respond, she stood up and deftly peeled the shirt off his body.

Then, under the watchful eyes of everyone, who seemed to be waiting for a good show, she didn't hesitate to throw the shirt directly into the still-bubbling hot pot.

"...Is this edible?" Lu Mo looked at the scene in front of him, which was filled with the aura of "dark cuisine," and his face showed a doubtful expression.

"—It's edible!"

Bronya's answer was concise and to the point.

Without the slightest hesitation, she picked up her chopsticks and scooped up the disfigured "cloth" from the bubbling red soup, pretending to put it in her mouth.

however……

Just moments before that "challenging" "ingredient" was about to touch her soft lips.

Her movements, however, suddenly stopped.

“…No,” she sighed deeply and helplessly, slamming her chopsticks heavily on the table, a complex expression of “giving up” on her face. “This kind of act is just too difficult to perform.”

"I can imitate such twisted statements, but I... really, I can't become that kind of twisted person!"

Chapter 229 Publicly Intimate with Wives on the Balcony

After eating and drinking their fill, the five of them chatted and laughed as they went to the spacious balcony. The evening breeze carried a hint of coolness, dispelling the heat from the hot pot.

The girls leaned side by side on the railing, gazing at the tranquil night view of St. Freya Academy, enjoying this rare moment of leisure.

I haven't lived like this for six or seven years.

Lu Mo silently walked up behind them, a sly grin spreading across his face.

He reached out and began his prank with gentle yet precise movements.

"—Plop."

As a tacit understanding rang out, the group displayed different expressions.

Himeko was the first to sense something was amiss. Her body stiffened slightly, then, as if realizing something, a helpless yet joyful expression appeared on her face.

Next up was Kiana. She gasped softly, instinctively reaching out to cover her back with her hands, her face showing girlish shyness and panic.

Although that expression is a bit exaggerated.

Mei's reaction was much more restrained. She only trembled slightly, silently lowered her head, and her ears turned red uncontrollably.

My dear, you're so mean.

Bronya remained expressionless, but the slight tightening of her knuckles gripping the railing betrayed her inner turmoil.

How did the captain practice his techniques?

Fu Hua, however, remained as calm and composed as ever, as if the sudden "liberation" behind her was nothing more than a gentle breeze brushing across a hillside, not worth mentioning.

Although she was embarrassed, she did wear it.

After a brief moment of surprise, the five clever girls understood the captain's intention almost simultaneously.

They looked at each other and saw the same expression in each other's eyes, a mixture of shyness and anticipation.

It seems... the after-dinner entertainment is about to begin.

Lu Mo walked up behind Mei first, a mischievous smile on his face.

He brushed aside her soft purple hair, his target being Mei's "naturally perfect canvas." Then, with his fingertips dipped in the specially made warm milk, he began to slowly write on her delicate skin.

The milk washed over her back, and Mei could feel the spirals of her husband's fingers even without careful examination, making her subtly feel embarrassed.

Is this a case of reaping what you sow?

"Don't move," Lu Mo's voice rang close to her ear, full of amusement, "If you write it wrong, you'll have to clean up the mess yourself."

"Furthermore, there will be some minor punishments."

"You...!" Mei's cheeks flushed instantly, the terrible association making her immediately choose to be obedient. "Yes, Master."

"Wow!" Kiana, who was watching with great interest, leaned closer to Lu Mo and craned her neck curiously. "Captain, what are you writing? Let me see!"

“Exclusively for the master…” Kiana read it out slowly and deliberately, then a malicious smile appeared on her face. “Oh my, Mei, it seems that the master has a very clear understanding of your role.”

To be honest, Kiana wanted to be Lu Mo's partner, but she also wanted to experience what it felt like for Mei to be the one.

"Don't...don't read it out loud..." Mei lowered her head even further, almost shrinking into her body.

It's not so bad that the captain just writes and draws on it; it's when he reads it aloud that it's truly unbearable. That's the terrifying thing that can drive someone crazy.

“What does it matter?” Himeko’s voice was equally teasing. “Look, isn’t his calligraphy quite good? And Mei, after you write it, you’ll have your own unique fragrance.”

Himeko's double entendre made Mei grit her teeth and, unusually, have the thought of disrespecting her teacher.

Himeko-sensei, you coming... or maybe not.

She'd be overjoyed to have Himeko come.

"Finished." Lu Mo looked at his "masterpiece" with satisfaction, even nodding seriously and giving his comments, "Hmm, the strokes are smooth and the characters are full. It's just that the canvas... is a bit too slippery, which slightly affects my performance."

Lu Mo subtly praised Mei's strengths.