Valkyrie Flavor Tasting Guide

"A lady as beautiful and capable as you is truly rare."

As he spoke, he moved even closer to her, revealing her face, which, while not exactly clear, at least looked quite clean.

At this moment, however, it gleamed with an undisguised, lewd light, full of "drooling" and "greed".

"I wonder... wait a minute, would I have the honor of inviting you... to dinner?"

This was a pointless and utterly uninformative attempt at conversation, reminiscent of the typical "greasy man" remarks.

Rita's once "proper" pretty face could no longer maintain its false "politeness."

She subconsciously took half a step back, creating a distance between herself and the man in front of her, who was as annoying as a fly in her eyes—a distance that signified both "safety" and "disgust."

Although no direct, "disgusting" emotion was expressed.

But the slight furrowing of her brows, and the subtle, unconscious gesture of brushing her spotless skirt with her fingertips.

Yet it still revealed her instinctive aversion to "dirty" things at that moment.

“I’m sorry, sir,” her voice was still gentle, but anyone with a modicum of emotional intelligence could hear the resistance in it, but I still had work to do.

"I'm afraid I don't have the time to accompany you."

And Theresa, who witnessed all of this,

Her shoulders were heaving uncontrollably and violently.

That little face, which should have been somewhat dignified and cute at this moment, was now flushed red from extreme "endurance".

No...

Don't laugh...

If I laughed at this moment...

...The script is about to be exposed...

but……

Pfft... Haha...

This is... hilarious!

She never imagined...

At home, he is considered "reliable" and "gentle," a very perfect lover.

It's unbelievable that there's such an "unbearable" side to it.

If Theresa hadn't been afraid that he might get angry and do something like spanking her in the bishops' council, she would have burst out laughing long ago.

As for Rita, Theresa couldn't even imagine what would happen when she "came to her senses" and recalled her genuine, disgusted attitude towards her husband at that moment.

What kind of wonderful expression will appear on his face?

Even the wisest person can make a mistake.

Even if brainwashing can solve this problem temporarily, in retrospect, even Rita would be mortified.

Thinking of this, Theresa could no longer suppress the intense laughter that almost overwhelmed her.

Let's end this conversation quickly.

Let's hope Rita doesn't break free of the hypnotic state on her own.

……

……

As night falls, St. Freya's "large dormitory" is brightly lit, yet filled with an enchanting atmosphere different from that of the daytime.

Lu Mo leaned back on the soft sofa, his eyes filled with undisguised admiration and possessiveness as he gazed at the stunningly beautiful figure dancing gracefully in the center of the room.

Cheng Lixue changed into a dancer's outfit with an exotic flair.

The gossamer-thin gauze swayed gently with her graceful movements, and the silver bells adorning her waist rang out in a series of clear and melodious sounds.

Her natural, unforced allure only made her appear more supple, charming, and irresistibly seductive.

"Sister Lixue, your dancing is even better than I imagined."

Kiana's voice carried a hint of surprise. Just like the most clingy cat, she lay down beside Lu Mo's legs, a crystal-clear cherry in her mouth, tilting her head back, waiting for her "master's" "favor".

Lu Mo lowered his head and, with perfect ease, put the fruit, which was stained with her saliva, into his mouth, his fingertips tracing her soft lips without leaving a trace.

“Of course,” his voice was slightly muffled by the fruit in his mouth, yet it was full of undisguised pride. “Don’t you know whose apprentice I am?”

Those who practice martial arts will naturally find it much easier to learn dance.

"Master... no, according to the script it should be the master."

Hearing this teasing remark, which was full of affection, Cheng Lixue paused slightly, and a charming blush involuntarily appeared on her usually composed face.

She never imagined that one day she would willingly dance for a man other than her master.

It's not that Fu Hua would make her dance; it's that she willingly did this for Fu Hua.

What alarmed her even more was that her hands, out of her control, made the dance even more disastrous.

He gently stroked her chest and buttocks, then threw himself into her arms.

This wasn't Lu Mo's doing, and his face immediately turned red.

"What, are you shy?"

Lu Mo's voice rang in her ears once again.

Beatrice, sitting on his other side, was even more direct, speaking in a gentle, indulgent tone like a tender "mother," softly "admonishing" him:

"Lixue, that won't do. If you get shy so easily in front of your darling, it'll be really difficult later."

As she spoke, she inserted the slender ear pick, the tip of which was covered with soft down, deeper into his ear.

"Yes, Lady Leah."

Cheng Lixue took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the inappropriate and chaotic thoughts in her mind. Her dance became increasingly bold and passionate.

Even in the other world version, the captain is still a reassuring presence.

“Speaking of which…” Kiana looked at the beautiful “senior sister” who was completely immersed in the dance, and then at the man who was also enjoying himself. Her voice carried a hint of obvious sourness. “Captain, you seem to be… getting nicer to Sister Lixue lately.”

"Really?" Lu Mo raised an eyebrow. "No, I've always been very good to you, haven't I?"

"That's different!" Kiana protested, rubbing her head against his thigh as if in silent defiance. "The way you've been looking at her lately... you're practically devouring her."

Even though it was already eaten.

But how to put it now... love first, then love later?

She only fell in love after entering the harem.

"Hehe," Beatrice chuckled softly upon hearing this, "Our little Kiana, is she... jealous?"

"I didn't!" Kiana immediately retorted; she was the rightful wife.

The only one I can be jealous of is you.

Looking at the adorable "treasure" in his arms, Lu Mo wore a smile full of helplessness and doting affection.

“Alright,” he said, his voice filled with undisguised reassurance, “you two are both my precious darlings.”

"It hurts the same way."

This was a perfunctory answer that seemed to imply an attempt to "spread the word evenly."

They wouldn't find it offensive.

It even stirred up an indescribable sweetness in their hearts.

And this exotic dance finally came to a slow close with a final, incredibly alluring pose.

Cheng Lixue, drenched in sweat, knelt before him, her clear, cold eyes reflecting the exhaustion from the intense exercise, and a secret anticipation of a "reward."

Lu Mo did not immediately offer a "reward," but instead turned his gaze to the "holy maiden" beside him who also looked expectant.

“Sister Lia,” his voice carried a lazy laugh, “tell me, should I be glad that Kiana isn’t like you?”

Beatrice was slightly taken aback, then chuckled softly and rested her head on his shoulder with perfect ease.

"Oh? How do you say this?"

“Think about it,” Lu Mo reached out and naturally pulled her soft, delicate body into his arms, his fingertips gently tracing her equally smooth back, “If Kiana were as good at taking care of people as you are, then I would probably be unable to even get out of bed every day.”

"Pfft..." Kiana couldn't help but laugh out loud. She pinched Lu Mo's thigh in dissatisfaction. "Captain, what do you take me for! I will never spoil you like M., Sister Lia... cough, like her, and make you run wild."

Although she absolutely did not want "her" to become Lu Mo's lover, Kiana felt that it was actually quite nice to treat Beatrice as "her".

"What's wrong?" Beatrice looked at her unusually "childlike" and obedient appearance and couldn't help but chuckle. "You're so old, and you still like to...act like a child?"

"I didn't!" Kiana's cheeks flushed instantly. She abruptly broke free from that intoxicating tenderness, her voice filled with embarrassment and anger. "You...you're talking nonsense! Who's your daughter!"

"Oh my!"

"Looks like... our little Kiana is going to steal her godmother's man."

Whether Kiana knows it now or not, Beatrice was already her godmother before she came to this timeline.

"Alright," Lu Mo said, whether out of a desire to stir up trouble or some other motive, "regardless of what your relationship is with Beatrice."

"Anyway, in the end it'll all be mine, right?"

Just as the atmosphere in the room was becoming increasingly enchanting due to Lu Mo's domineering "decision," a standard and rhythmic knocking sound suddenly rang out.

"Please come in." Lu Mo's voice was indifferent; he didn't even get up from that warm and soft haven.

The door was pushed open, and Rita's elegant figure, dressed in the standard Undying Blade outfit, appeared in the doorway.

The aloofness and condescension that had filled her during the day were gone from her face; instead, there was a serious, dignified, and impeccable composure.

She strode to the center of the room with impeccable military steps and gave a standard military salute.

If it weren't for her spreading her long, beautiful legs encased in black stockings, standing with a stable and powerful posture facing the only man present, it would be easy to see why she was so different.

This is indeed a very impressive act.

“Reporting, Your Excellency,” her voice was devoid of any emotion, as if she were giving the most serious mission report, “Rita Losweiser, the vice-captain of the Undying Blade, has come to carry out an A-rank secret mission—Night Service Mission.”

"The mission... begins now."

This incongruous "report," filled with the air of "serious nonsense," made everyone present chuckle.

“Hey, Rita,” Kiana couldn’t help but probe, looking at her “businesslike” demeanor, “—what are you doing right now? Serving… what does that mean?”

Although she knew perfectly well what was going on, Kiana really couldn't resist trying it out.

This scene is so rare.

“Serving,” Rita turned her head, looking at her as if she were looking at an “ignorant junior who is at the bottom of the class,” “is one of the most important combat skills that every Saint Freya Valkyrie must master.”

"Huh?" Kiana feigned surprise, her mouth agape. "Combat skills? Against whom?"

"Of course, it's about fighting against the exhaustion of those who need to be served."

"puff……"

Upon hearing this answer, which was full of absurd logic, Kiana could no longer suppress her urge to burst into laughter.

“I see… I’ve learned something new.” Beatrice nodded repeatedly as she listened, a look of “So that’s how it is” on her face. She even said to Cheng Lixue playfully, “Lixue, did you hear that? It seems… we’ll have to strengthen our training in this area in the future.”

Seeing Rita's "business-like" demeanor, Cheng Lixue quietly lowered her head, not daring to look at her any longer.

Master's Feather Crossing is too domineering.

“Alright,” Rita ignored her “mockery” and instead turned her “professional” gaze back to Lu Mo, “Your Excellency.”

"In order to complete this mission better and more efficiently..."

Her face practically screamed, "Please cooperate."

"Please, immediately, these things I'm carrying... are a hindrance to the mission..."

"Remove them all."

"The mission?" Lu Mo didn't act immediately, but asked leisurely, "Could you explain the specifics of this mission to me in detail?"

"Of course, Your Excellency." Without the slightest pause, he explained fluently, as if reciting an action plan.

“First of all,” she said, as she naturally clasped her hands behind her head and then slowly squatted down, “it is our innate duty as a Valkyrie to serve the one and only man of destiny with our perfect bodies.”