Valkyrie Flavor Tasting Guide

Faced with Rita's flirting, Lu Mo did not hesitate to point out her indecent posture of sitting on his lap.

Rita paused, startled by his words, then tilted her head back and let out a soft, bell-like laugh. She deliberately pressed herself down even lower, the muscles of her thighs beneath her high-waisted dress rubbing against Lu Mo's taut calves through the fabric. Lu Mo felt a tingling sensation shoot from his tailbone to the back of his head, and the gasp that escaped his throat startled the swallows perched on the beams.

"You're right, sir." Rita's fingertips traced his collarbone, then suddenly she lightly pinched his Adam's apple with her nails, which were painted with crimson nail polish. She pushed the celadon soup bowl to the edge of the table, the sloshing soup reflecting their intertwined images. "But I am merely your servant. Why should I be bound by etiquette when serving my master?"

Kiana coughed lightly.

This is going too far! How can the Prime Minister be so unreserved!

My Rita isn't as wild as you.

Stealing a man doesn't have to be this blatant, does it?!

"Oh dear, I was being rude. Please forgive me, Lady Kiana."

Rita pretended to get up from Lu Mo, but in the process, she subtly rubbed her buttocks against Lu Mo's body.

The high-waisted ruqun skirt lightly brushed against Lu Mo's taut thighs. Lu Mo's fingertips suddenly dug into his palms. Although there were two layers of Shu brocade between them, he could almost feel that soft warmth, like apricot blossom jelly soaked in honey when the spring snow first melted, carrying a scorching temperature that even silk could not contain.

"But does Lady Kiana know," Rita tucked the sauce-stained silk handkerchief into her wide sleeve, picked up the silver spoon again to stir the bird's nest porridge, "that Lord Lu Mo's—" she suddenly used the tip of the spoon to pick up a candied cherry, the crimson juice dripping down the silver spoon, blooming into a blood-red plum blossom on Lu Mo's tense neck, "...is quite captivating!"

Kiana smiled as she held the chopsticks.

Instead of getting angry at Rita's flirting, he gave her a knowing smile, as if to say, "You know so well, girl."

Teasing the captain is indeed quite interesting.

Well known.

Discussing doujinshi in a group chat and discussing zz in a group chat are two completely different styles.

At that moment, the two of them reached a certain understanding.

As Rita placed the celadon spoon back in its place, her wide sleeves cascaded down like still water. Her delicate hand lightly touched the silk sash at her waist, as if the alluring scene between Lu Mo's legs had been merely an illusion. Once seated again, the silver chopsticks reflected her dignified profile in the candlelight, and the gold bracelet on her wrist swayed gently with each bite, yet not a drop of soup touched her clothes.

The emerald-green shepherd's purse flakes unfurled in the porcelain bowl. As she picked up a piece of bamboo shoot, the broth slurped up by her chopsticks dripped down like morning dew. The water droplets on her cherry lips glistened like dew under the lamplight as she sipped the soup. Her Adam's apple trembled slightly as she swallowed, and even the tassels on her earrings remained perfectly still.

Amazing! He remained calm and collected for so long, as if he hadn't done anything at all.

Chapter 26 Is it really happy to have women on both sides? The happiness is beyond your imagination!

"Rita is so calm!"

Kiana savored the taste on her lips while giving Rita a critique—this Rita was much more reserved and composed than the one she knew. If the two of them were to face off, her own S-rank Valkyrie would definitely not be a match for her.

That's incredibly calm!

"She's clearly Rita," but she's going for the style of a classical Chinese beauty. Kiana can't even imagine if she were the captain and could withstand Rita's onslaught.

I really want to bring my Rita over so I can see what it's like when the two of them face off.

Perhaps it's the leeway of being the "official wife" that makes Kiana so eager for a dramatic turn of events.

Lu Mo, who had finally gotten used to flirting with Kiana, had to clutch his heart and try to get used to the feeling of having such a beautiful woman in his arms.

Rita's cooking skills also earned silent praise from Kiana and Lu Mo.

The four meat dishes, four vegetable dishes, and one soup were all completely devoured, not a single drop was left.

Youqi ate until her belly was bulging, expressing her full appreciation for Prime Minister Rita's cooking skills.

"Then I'll go wash the dishes!"

"I'll leave it to you."

"Why don't we shower together?"

And so, Kiana, who felt she should do more chores, Prime Minister Rita, who naturally treated housework as her job, and Lu Mo, who felt embarrassed to let the two beauties do chores, squeezed together in front of the sink.

The kitchen tiles reflected the images of three people. Lu Mo was sandwiched between two beauties: to his left was Rita, in a flowing, almond-colored dress, and to his right was Kiana, in a short, fitted outfit with leather wristbands. The water in the sink had been changed three times, and the porcelain plates shimmered in the foam, like celestial islands floating in a sea of ​​clouds.

The three of them started moving their fingers a bit haphazardly. What should have been a task that only one person could have done was being done by all three of them huddled together. A porcelain bowl was wiped back and forth with a cloth several times. It was clean, but the foam on it was not so easy to clean off.

A porcelain bowl slipped from their grasp, and all three reached out to retrieve it, their six hands tangling in the foam. Lu Mo's fingertips brushed against Rita's soft palm, then were brushed against Kiana's rough fingertips. Water trickled down their intertwined wrists, forming small streams on the tiles.

Three pairs of hands wove an invisible tapestry in the sink. Rita's fingertips, like silkworms nibbling on mulberry leaves, gently nibbled at Lu Mo's knuckles, her nails, stained with an unknown flower sap, appearing and disappearing in the foam. Kiana's fingertips repeatedly caressed his palm, as if marking his every move. Water flowed down their intertwined wrists, meandering across the tiles like tributaries of a galaxy.

The porcelain plate passed from hand to hand among the three. When Lu Mo took the soup spoon Rita offered, her middle finger suddenly slipped between his ring and little fingers, like a paperweight inserted into a sheet of rice paper. Kiana was rinsing the clay pot; as the scalding water washed over the calluses on her palms, Lu Mo instinctively pressed his thumb against her reddened skin. The three hands clasped underwater; Rita's fingertips brushed against the sweat on his palms, and Kiana's knuckles rubbed against the pulse on his wrist.

The sound of the rushing water grew faster, and the three people's breaths mingled in the confined space. Rita's fingertips suddenly slid towards the inside of Lu Mo's wrist, while Kiana's fingers pressed against the blood pressure point on his palm at the same time. Then, all three of them revealed knowing smiles.

"hehe"

As the soft laughter subsided and the last celadon bowl was returned to its place, all three people's fingers were tinged with a pinkish-white. Rita's fingertips gently traced the back of Lu Mo's hand, as if confirming the direction of his palm lines; Kiana's fingertips rubbed against his palm, as if trying to imprint her warmth into the lines of his life. The delicate fragrance from their fingertips seemed to have already entwined around his fingers, releasing a rich aroma.

"They're so harmonious, who would believe they're rivals in love?"

Yukiana, standing outside the kitchen, watched as the women she feared got along so well, and didn't know what to say.

Harmony is not an illusion, but it is not real either.

It was only because neither of them had any desire to possess Lu Mo that they were able to maintain harmony in situations where there was no need for competition.

"Is this what... the stench of being in love?"

Kiana watched Lu Mo savor the scent on his fingers, her expression slightly strange.

"Haha, don't talk nonsense."

Lu Mo narrowed his eyes, but his fingers unconsciously gripped the two people's hands.

"How about you two come for a walk with me?"

Feeling the different temperatures emanating from his left and right palms, Lu Mo's eyes shone with excitement.

Kiana's palm enveloped her left hand, the soft fingertips having a baby-like touch, yet concealing an imperceptible power at the knuckles—just like the essence of her current form. Her palm shimmered with a coral-colored halo, like a seashell immersed in warm water, and when the night breeze blew, a faint scent of lilies could be smelled.

His right hand was cradled by Rita's soft hand, the color of her fingertips seemingly staining his fingers, shimmering with tiny spots of light under the moonlight. Her palm was as warm and soft as silk dried in the spring sun, and every time Lu Mo's fingertips glided along the lines of her palm, he could feel a subtle electric current—the temperature difference between the left and right sides reminded him of the feeling of a melting glacier in early spring and a hot spring at midday in midsummer.

As the three of them descended the stairs, the sweet scent of wisteria blossoms wafted towards them on the May night breeze.

"You're very happy like this now, Captain." Kiana suddenly pressed her face against his shoulder, the crystal hair ornament in her hair digging into his collarbone.

This was Kiana's first time officially going out with the captain since she transmigrated here. Although it wasn't a private rendezvous with the captain, it wasn't something that made Kiana unhappy.

"Happiness is a given."

Without hesitation, the captain released Rita's hand, gently pinched Kiana's nose, and then seemingly casually placed his fingers back into Rita's palm.

He even lightly scratched Rita's palm with his fingers a few times to show affection.

While it wasn't entirely fair, at least it ensured intimacy between the two.

Rita smiled and pressed her chest against Lu Mo's shoulder without hesitation.

Instead of Kiana's temperature, she chose to express her thoughts with the sound of her heartbeat.

"After all, the Captain is currently surrounded by women on both sides~"

Rita pressed her breasts against Lu Mo's body meaningfully.

"Even if we weren't deeply in love with you, the feeling of holding two stunning beauties would definitely not be bad."

Especially since they are two stunning beauties with different styles.

"Hmph, this doesn't count as having two women on your left and one on your right."

As he spoke, Lu Mo freed his hands from their fingers and slid them down their different body curves to their waists.

"That's what you call having two women on your left and two on your right!"

Chapter 27 Kiana: Captain, go kiss Rita!

Having two women on either side is the greatest blessing.

Two familiar words, but few people can actually do them.

And Lu Mo did just that at that moment.

"That's still not enough~"

Because Rita's level was too high, Kiana, who only remembered that she was a supporter of the captain's harem, realized that she didn't need to be afraid of Rita at all.

It's all because Prime Minister Rita was too aggressive.

Instead, they chose to urge Lu Mo on.

"If you want to have two women on either side, Lu Mo, you should go and kiss one of them!"

"what???"

Despite her high rank, the pure-hearted Prime Minister Rita was stunned.

She and the captain were kissing.

I can't even imagine something like that!

Ultimately, although the captain's favorability towards her was maxed out, the main reason for this favorability was that Lu Mo was her ideal man.

How fair-skinned is she?

Untouched by dust for a thousand years.

The two didn't spend much time together, but it was enough for Rita to fall deeply in love with Lu Mo.

"Then... Miss Rita, are you willing?"

Lu Mo looked at Prime Minister Rita, who had fallen into his arms, with a mixture of provocation and amusement.

"Why would I be unwilling? It's just that this time, I'm afraid I'll really have to let down Lord Guanxing."

Before, saying sorry to Guan Xing was just "necessary diplomatic language," but now, she is really cheating on Guan Xing with Lu Mo.

Lu Mo grasped Rita's cheek, his fingers gently tracing her noble elegance, and slowly brought his lips to hers.

Rita's fingertips suddenly tightened around Lu Mo's clothes. She could clearly hear the sound of the jade pendant around her neck tapping against her collarbone, mixed with Lu Mo's increasingly close breathing, like ink spreading on rice paper, dyeing the whole world crimson.

“My lord…” Her last words were carried away by the night wind, her nails, painted with red nail polish, unconsciously digging into his back muscles. Lu Mo’s fingertips were brushing against the pearl pendant on her earlobe. The moment his lips touched her cheek, Rita trembled—the temperature was hotter than rice paper dried in the spring sun.

The moonlight climbed onto her other cheek, illuminating the unkissed skin until it appeared pale.

Rita turned to run away, but Lu Mo grabbed her waist. The hair ornament in her hair swayed violently, the tinkling of the golden bells mingling with her disordered breathing. Lu Mo noticed a thin layer of sweat behind her ears, which slid down her jade-like neck and into her cross-collar dress, gathering into a small puddle at her collarbone.

Pale and blush intertwined across her stunningly beautiful face, making her intoxicated by Lu Mo's kisses.

He didn't kiss her lips.

If Lu Mo were to actually do something bold, Prime Minister Rita's neck would probably be snapped by her own shame.

"Now, I have committed an unforgivable crime."

Rita is the prime minister, and the stargazer is the ruler.

Lu Mo is the lover of the stargazer, which means that Rita is using her position as prime minister to commit acts of debauchery in the harem.

"If you are unhappy with the stargazing, then I will punish you according to family rules."

Lu Mo wrapped his arms around Rita's slender waist, making a domineering declaration.

"Then I'm afraid I'll be doing Your Highness a disservice."

Rita's voice was strange as she looked shyly at the man she admired.

The love that blossomed at first sight in the past has, after a thousand years, become incredibly sweet and mellow.

The captain's kiss unleashed a thousand years of pent-up emotions, leaving Rita lost in his embrace.

The intense aroma of the aged Shaoxing wine, once opened, instantly overwhelmed Rita. The wine didn't intoxicate her, but she was already drunk on its own. As the wine glided across her tongue, the aftertaste carried the sweet and refreshing flavor of a thousand-year-old vintage.

The wind rose, the cicadas chirped, people were intoxicated, and the world fell silent.

"Ugh—it's so cheesy."

Kiana pretended to scratch the goosebumps all over her body, then thought with a wicked sense of humor.

Although the squad leader's feelings for the captain didn't last as long as Rita's.

But what would happen if the class monitor's 50,000 years of pent-up emotions were to erupt?

Even if we exclude the time spent sleeping, the class monitor has been single for over 5000 years. Look at how lonely Rita is, and then think about the class monitor.

Kiana couldn't help but look forward to what would happen next.

For a fleeting moment, a rather terrible thought crossed my mind—to implant the captain's image into the squad leader's memory, starting from the previous era!

The emotions that the squad leader felt for the captain were simply beyond imagination.