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however……

She quickly remembered something crucial...

I couldn't move at all.

Without his mech, he was as vulnerable as a baby in front of this real "monster" who had lived for thousands of years.

She could only watch helplessly as her last vestige of dignity as a "human being" was crushed into mud bit by bit by the foot that was stepping on her head.

Anger and humiliation surged within Cocolia like molten lava.

However, as the force of the foot above her head increased and she felt a sense of domination from below, a strange sensation, like a vicious vine, began to grow from the depths of her spine.

Even if the other party is not Lu Mo, as long as Lu Mo is present, her efforts will be in vain.

Hei Jilin, who had taken in her contradictory and decadent state, revealed a cruel smile, like that of a teacher.

Instead of moving her foot away, she deliberately used her toes to slowly grind over that golden, proud head.

“Look at her, my lovely crown prince.”

Hei Jilin couldn't figure out Lu Mo's role for a while, so she simply let him be referred to as "not yet a king".

"Go ahead and experience it."

“Look at her eyes now,” she said, tapping Cocolia’s forehead lightly with her toe, the pressure just right.

The latter's body trembled violently, and the flame of resentment that still lingered in his eyes dimmed slightly, "still carrying a trace of superfluous pride that did not belong to a servant."

"And you, as king, what you must do is to pass on this pride..." She increased the pressure of her foot again.

"Completely crush it."

"Ugh...!"

A suppressed cry escaped Cocolia's lips. Her expression, initially filled with resentment, gradually turned into a flush of pain and humiliation.

"Let her understand how foolish it is to resist. Let her understand that there is no other way but to humbly beg at your feet."

Black Kirin's voice was like the gentlest devil, coaxing and soothing. Her feet, too, were like those of a master animal trainer, sometimes punishing, sometimes easing the pressure on Cocolia just as she was about to collapse.

"Then...you'll find..."

Cocolia's eyes were empty and vacant, filled with resignation and despair. Her body went completely limp, responding obediently to every command from the foot above her.

"This feeling is like completely taming a wild horse into a docile domestic animal..."

A satisfied smile, equally absorbed in the moment, appeared on Hei Jilin's face.

"This is the true, domineering beauty."

"Let's stop for now, Ji Lin." Whether or not he understood Ji Lin's meaning, Lu Mo made a decision.

Upon hearing this, Hei Jilin glanced at him with interest, then obediently withdrew the foot that was stepping on Cocolia's head and gracefully stepped aside.

Inside the cockpit, only Cocolia's suppressed breathing could be heard for a moment.

Lu Mo did not immediately tell her to get up, but instead looked at her with the gaze characteristic of a powerful person.

"Cocolia, I have a question for you."

"Yes, Master." Cocolia's voice was hoarse. She forced her already aching body to lift her head, waiting for new "instructions."

“According to the original plot, the person who should have come here,” Lu Mo stated, stating a fact that should have happened, “should have been Xing.”

“Even if you were to be there in person,” his gaze sharpened, “you shouldn’t have left her out of the picture.”

"why?"

Upon hearing this unexpected question, a rare look of surprise appeared on Cocolia's usually alluring face.

She was slightly taken aback, and then a very complex expression, a mixture of fear and embarrassment, flashed in her eyes.

“…Master,” her voice was less obsequious than before, but more filled with heartfelt helplessness, “—Xing’s personality…is a little troublesome.”

“I lack the confidence,” she said carefully, as if afraid of angering the capricious man before her, “to make her… serve you willingly, just like I do.”

“I’m worried…” She paused, as if recalling something unpleasant, “If we force her to come here… it will not only upset you, but it will also… affect Bronya and Seele…”

Upon hearing this, Lu Mo nodded knowingly.

What she said... does make sense.

Looking at the blonde beauty before him, who knew her place perfectly, he secretly admired her "deep foresight".

Anzu's personality is indeed hard to fathom.

He himself was well aware of this. Especially in... this time and space. Her intolerance was far less prevalent than that of "the other side."

Even I find it difficult to have an effective “communication” with her.

Although Cocolia gave a reason that was, to put it mildly, expected.

But he wasn't about to let Cocolia off the hook so easily—after all, the question he was about to ask was the key.

"Even though Xing isn't here, you still have the whole orphanage, don't you?"

That was an incredibly despicable statement. Even in his current state, Lu Mo felt that he was a complete scumbag.

"of course."

Cocolia's answer was so quick it didn't even go through her brain. It was like an absolute loyalty, a conditioned reflex, long since implanted in the deepest part of her subconscious.

"With just a word from you, I can pack up all the children there and send them to you at any time."

However, as soon as she uttered those words, Cocolia's body stiffened on its own.

Wait... what did I just say?

A genuine, not feigned, look of bewilderment instantly appeared on her face.

Those children...

Although I am indeed not a good mother...

but……

As the mother of the orphanage, Cocolia is very clear about her own feelings.

So those words shouldn't have come out of her mouth in the first place.

However, this thought lasted for less than half a second before being completely crushed and overwhelmed by an even more fervent and unbelievable impulse.

She suddenly raised her head and looked at Lu Mo with loyal eyes. The original struggle of motherhood was completely replaced by a more fervent light of self-sacrifice.

"No, Master, I misspoke."

"what?"

“What you want is an orphanage. I shouldn’t just offer an orphanage; I should offer everything else as well.” Her voice became incredibly firm.

"If you want, I'll give you anything, not just an orphanage..."

A passionate and devout smile spread across her face.

"All my subordinates in Anti-Entropy..."

"Even the entire process of anti-entropy itself..."

"Your subordinates will do everything in their power to present them to you as tribute."

Chapter 241 Cocolia's Great and Fu Hua's Small

Just as Cocolia's fervent words were still echoing in the cockpit, a knocking sound came from outside the landing hatch.

Lu Mo's clone was leading Fu Hua, who was standing quietly at the door.

Lu Mo shifted his gaze from Cocolia to Fu Hua's cool and aloof face. He knew that the next act was about to begin.

He slowly rose to his feet, and a cloud of black mist materialized in his hand. When the mist dissipated, what remained was an exquisitely crafted black collar that made everyone present tremble with envy.

"Master?" Cocolia looked at him in confusion.

Although I know roughly what I should do, I lack specific guidance.

Lu Mo did not answer. He simply gripped her chin with absolute authority and snapped the cold collar onto her snow-white neck with a "click".

“Time’s up,” Lu Mo said, his tone a little stiff as he tried to maintain his composure. “Go back to how you should be.”

He tugged at the chain attached to the collar with such force that Cocolia stumbled and was forced to stand up from the ground.

“What I need now is a defiant prisoner, not a groveling dog.”

As he spoke, he grabbed the chain and practically dragged the blonde beauty who had been fawning over him just a moment before, mercilessly pulling her out of the cockpit.

He didn't care at all whether Cocolia would be dragged to the point of suffocation.

He tossed her in front of Fu Hua like a trophy.

"Let me go! You barbarian!"

Cocolia's face instantly switched back to that arrogant and impatient expression.

She struggled, trying to break free from the cold chains, and in her eyes as she looked at Lu Mo, the indomitable flame that belonged to the "anti-entropy cadre" ignited.

That superb acting made it seem as if the woman who had just been humbly begging for affection had never existed.

Lu Mo looked at the blonde beauty in front of him who had portrayed the "unruly prisoner" so perfectly, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

He slowly crouched down and gently lifted her chin with the cold chain, forcing her to look him in the eye.

“…What do you want to do?” Cocolia’s eyes held just the right amount of vigilance and defiance as she turned her head sharply to avoid his gaze.

"I like your expression right now." Lu Mo's voice was full of appreciation; he wasn't angry at her "resistance." "Keep it up."

"What?" Cocolia's face showed a "what nonsense are you talking about" expression.

But deep down, I felt even more exhilarated—undoubtedly, this was an affirmation of my acting skills.

“I said,” Lu Mo’s fingertips slowly traced across her smooth cheek, “continue looking at me with that look. With that haughty look that belongs to the executive officer of anti-entropy.”

Although confident in Cocolia's comprehension, Lu Mo still took a precaution.

He leaned close to her ear and whispered in a voice only the two of them could hear:

“Keep cursing me, hate me, and say all the wicked thoughts in your heart.”

“Only in this way…” A cruel smile curled at the corner of his lips, “Wait, when you’ve been completely broken by me, and can only beg me for help while crying…”

"That's when I'll feel even better."

Upon hearing these words, which were utterly malicious and domineering, a distinct yet subtle excitement flashed deep within Cocolia's eyes.

Immediately, she completely immersed herself in the "role".

"You're dreaming!" Her voice was filled with deep-seated hatred. "A barbarian like you who only knows brute force will never make me submit!"

“Just you wait,” she said, her eyes like poisoned daggers, “when the army of Anti-Entropy tramples this place, I will personally crush your bones one by one!”

Lu Mo looked at the blonde beauty in front of him who had portrayed the "unruly prisoner" so perfectly, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

He slowly crouched down and gently lifted her chin with the cold chain, forcing her to look him in the eye.

“…What do you want to do?” Cocolia’s eyes held just the right amount of vigilance and defiance as she turned her head sharply to avoid his gaze.

"I like your expression right now." Lu Mo's voice was full of appreciation; he wasn't angry at her "resistance." "Keep it up."

As he spoke, he reached out and lightly pinched the slightly disheveled combat uniform beneath it.

"Get your filthy hands off me!" Cocolia's body trembled violently, her voice filled with deep-seated disgust. "Don't think you've won just because you've caught me! A coward like you only deserves to use such despicable methods!"

Cocolia doesn't care whether it fits the setting or not; atmosphere is the priority.

"Continue." Lu Mo's smile deepened, and his movements became even more unrestrained.

"You just wait!" Cocolia's breathing became rapid, her chest heaving violently. "When I get out of here, I'll make you pay a thousandfold for what you did today! I'll break all four of your limbs and make you kneel before me begging for mercy like a real dog!"

"anything else?"

"You and these self-degrading women will all become prisoners of Anti-Entropy!" Her words were vicious, as if venting her most genuine anger. "I will lock you all in a laboratory and study you thoroughly, inside and out! I will see what filthy things are stored in your brains!"

This sentence inadvertently revealed half of what I truly felt.

"very good."

Lu Mo watched with satisfaction as Cocolia's captivating expression, a mixture of pride and humiliation, came to him. He knew this "appetizer" was enough.

He slowly stood up, ignoring the prisoner who was still "stubbornly resisting."