[Strategy Guide: How to Date Your Ship Girls] Yamato Chapter

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Author: androidog (Baidu Tieba ID and Club ID are the same, registered for over 4 years)
This article was published on the forum on February 19, 2016.
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How to Elegantly Date the Super-Dreadnought Battleship Yamato
"Is this the West Naval Base... Although there are no cherry blossoms, it's still a nice place."
A tall girl, holding an umbrella, strolled in the courtyard in front of the West Naval Base office building, constantly swaying
her long ponytail and looking left and right, trying to take in the beautiful scenery in front of her with a playful attitude,
which caused many ship girls who were enjoying the cool in the courtyard to whisper among themselves: "Hey, hey, Kongxiang-chan, look at
that tall older sister you don't recognize, her figure is so great! Those (.) breasts
are even bigger than Tirpitz's!"
"Hmph, Z1-chan, what do you know... Her breasts don't even jiggle when she walks, they're obviously padded
!"
"Don't be jealous, Sora-chan."
The two destroyer ship girls lowered their voices even further as the umbrella-wielding older sister approached,
licking their popsicles with their tongues while whispering in each other's ears, covering their mouths with their hands
.
"Look, that sister not only has big breasts, but she's also very tall! Z1 has never seen
a sister as tall and model-like as her before! But... there are words written on her stockings...
'Irrational Law and Heaven'? What... what does that mean?"
Seeing that Sora hadn't answered her question for a while, Z1 turned her head and saw that Sora, who was usually full of energy and rarely
reserved, was looking down, her face as red as if it had been boiled in water, and she dared not look directly at
the umbrella-wielding girl in the conversation.
"What's wrong, Kusou-chan?"
"N-nothing."
While sucking on an ice pop, the shy girl muttered to herself in a voice her companions couldn't hear:
"Damn it... Is this the magnanimity of an adult? To be so shameless... Even if Admiral Daddy
writes on someone's body, Kusou can accept it... But to wear clothes with those words written on them
... Kusou really needs more training to become Admiral Daddy's bride."
The two destroyers' hushed discussion didn't reach the girl's switched-off radar. The tall girl
walked straight ahead, bypassing the right side of the naval base's office building, wandering aimlessly until she finally arrived
at a single-story building in the style of the Chinese Tang Dynasty. The girl looked up and blinked her big eyes repeatedly, seemingly trying
to read the words on the plaque not far above her head to figure out where she was.
"Shuang...Shuanghai...Shuanghai Dining Hall? Dining Hall...Oh! That's it! The dining hall! This is
where the ship girls of Kantai Collection eat!"
The girl excitedly pushed open the door, and saw several lolis and young girls in cheongsams arranging
tableware and chairs. In the kitchen, a girl in a green cheongsam was busy at the stove
, her slender white arms flying up and down without any cover, tossing a spoonful of cabbage and shredded meat up and down,
making the girl holding the umbrella swallow hard.
"Um...excuse me, may I order here?"
"It's only 10 o'clock! Isn't it not lunchtime yet? What's the rush...hey, who are you?"
Hearing the red-clad girl's words, the girls busy in the hall all stopped what they were doing and
stared at this unfamiliar girl. Apart from the sounds of the green-clad woman cooking in the kitchen
, the whole environment was very quiet. The awkward atmosphere made the girl with the umbrella, feeling embarrassed by everyone's stares
, bow deeply and introduce herself to the girls: "Excuse me! I am Yamato, the captain of the battleship fleet under Admiral Matsuryu of the Eastern Naval Base, the first ship of the Yamato-class battleship! 　　I have come to the Western Naval Base at
the invitation of Admiral Doug to assist Admiral Doug in completing the mission assigned by the Governor-General...until the mission is completely completed 　　, Yamato will work hard as a ship girl of the Western Naval Base! Please 　　take care of me in the future!" 　　"You are the original ijn... " "The battleship Yamato?" 　　"That's right... From now on, Yamato will be under your care. Please forgive me if I do anything wrong." 　　"Hmph!" 　　The originally innocent, cute, and tender little girl's almond-shaped eyes widened upon hearing the umbrella-wielding girl's self-introduction. She suddenly 　　threw the wet rag she was using to wipe the table onto the ground, splashing water that soaked the umbrella-wielding girl's shoes and stockings. 　　Startled, she wondered what she had done wrong to anger the little girl in front of her. 　　"Sister! I can't take it anymore! Why is there another JIN?! If this keeps up, we'll become the dedicated cooks for the J-class ship girls! Sister Yixian, weren't you and Sister Chongqing confident 　　you could snatch the Admiral back 　　from those two shipwrecks from the First Carrier Division ? Why is the Admiral still building JIN ships?" 　　"This young lady isn't a product of my husband's massive construction... Although he has that destiny, it 　　's ultimately a case of being destined to meet but not to be together." 　　In front of the umbrella-holding girl, a young girl in a red cheongsam with a young woman's hairstyle pulled the red-clad loli 　　back and handed her over to another blue-clad loli of similar age and height. After comforting her, 　　she turned to the umbrella-holding girl named Yamato and performed a lady's bow, apologizing politely: "I'm sorry to have 　　startled our distinguished guest from afar. My younger sister is ignorant, please forgive her... I am Yixian, the eleventh married ship of Admiral Doug, a light cruiser from the West Naval Base. 　　I didn't know Miss Yamato had come to our..." "Would you like a proper meal 　　or some snacks at this little shop run by the National Fisheries Administration ?" 　　"Yamato... Yamato is fine with anything... but... but..." 　　Seeing the tall girl before her looking shy and hesitant to speak, the woman in red couldn't help but exude...

A maternal instinct stirred within her. Holding the girl's slender fingers in her own, she stroked the girl's long ponytail with her other hand, asking,
"Since Miss Yamato has temporarily joined the Western Naval Base, she is now my comrade-in-arms.
What can't we sisters say to each other? Let's not be too formal and hurt our sisterly bond..."
"It's just... it's just that Yamato's appetite is a bit..."
Seeing the tall girl's shyness, Yixian smiled and gently patted her shoulder
, comforting her, "It's alright... on any large ship, there's no one with a poor appetite.
Every time the two sisters from the Bismarck-class of the Third Reich come here to eat, they practically devour their bowls. We're prepared
."
"But... but Yamato really can eat!"
Seeing the girl with the umbrella still somewhat worried, Yixian went back to the front desk and took out two small
aprons from the cabinet, putting them on the red-clad loli who was pouting and the blue-clad loli who was comforting her sister, thus resolving the children's
anxieties.
"Let bygones be bygones. Now, the naval base is under my husband's control. Even if the Japanese ships are numerous,
they can't cause any trouble. Today, all guests are honored guests, so we can't be impolite and become a laughingstock... Chongqing
has only been cooking for a short time, so you two should go and help out, and prepare some of your signature dishes for Miss Yamato to try."
"Hmph! I don't know what sins I committed in my past life. The Japanese army occupied my homeland and slaughtered my people, and in this life,
I have to run around serving her..."
Despite the strong one still muttering, the two lolis obediently put on their aprons and went into the kitchen to start
working, allowing Yixian to comfortably entertain the guests in the hall.
"Well then, please wait here a moment, Miss Yamato. Yixian will bring the food to you after it's ready."
The beauty in red pulled over a stool for the long-distance Yamato to sit down, then returned to the front desk to start organizing the accounts.
Her delicate hands flew across the abacus, occasionally picking up a pen to make notes. The girl with the umbrella watched as
the ship girls busied themselves methodically at the Twin Seas Restaurant , and couldn't help but think to herself: Although the Western Naval Base is also deep in the front lines
of war, and the ship girls face considerable pressure in their daily battles, they don't seem to be careless or perfunctory in their pursuit of a good quality of life.
The standards for everything—clothing, food, housing, and transportation—are all higher than those in her Eastern Naval Base. She wondered
what kind of abilities Admiral Daoge possessed to achieve such a level of sophistication...
If Yamato saw you like this, she probably wouldn't be filled with admiration and respect. You're
sitting casually on the sofa in the naval base office, with a beautiful foreign woman on each arm, and
a pretty maid gently massaging your shoulders behind you. Enjoying the services of three women simultaneously, you
're not only having your fill of pleasure, but you're also a little dissatisfied. Shaking your head, you casually say,
"Honestly... that little slut Saratoga has been out hunting with my brother for days! Hasn't she had enough?
I can't even catch her to punish her..."
"Is the Admiral worried?"
The girl in the red military uniform to your left holds an opened can of Tsingtao beer. With your groping hands
kneading her shapely buttocks through her short skirt, she takes a sip of the cold beer and kisses you from above
, serving you the beer through a kiss.
"Gurgle...gurgle...ha! Nana, your little mouth feels so good! The beer has gotten
a bit warm in your mouth, but it seems even more delicious! Hehe, here's a reward for you..."
You satisfiedly slipped your fingers inside Nelson's short skirt, kneading her roughly, causing the usually elegant
and dignified battleship girl to let out comfortable moans. Her increasingly soft body lost its balance, pressing against
you, her full breasts rubbing against your chest through your uniforms, looking
like she was being played with and aroused, making you love this obedient little mare even more.
"Admiral, don't just drink beer all the time, how about trying some fruit once in a while~"
While you were still intoxicated by Nelson's seductive charm, the other beauty in your right arms slowly unbuttoned her
clothes. Under the neat and strict blue and white uniform, the girl wasn't wearing any undergarments to cover her breasts
, and her nipples had become hard and swollen from the friction of the thick fabric. The girl picked up a cherry tomato from the table
, held it firmly between her fingers, and brought three equally tempting and delicious
fruits to your lips. Under your sucking and licking, she let out pleasurable moans.
"Mmm~ Admiral's tongue~ So amazing~ Richelieu's fruit~ Is it good~?"
"Mmm...chew...Richard is great too, your two fresh fruits are even sweeter and
more delicious than real cherry tomatoes."
After sucking for a long time, you reluctantly released the girl's trembling body, chewing the fruit flesh that your tongue had already torn apart, and 　　swallowed
the mixture of saliva and juice on Richelieu's (the fruit's head) with satisfaction . 　　"Nana and Ali both serve me this way, Counterattack-chan." 　　Pulling Richelieu and Nelson down to sit, you look up at 　　the little maid who is already too shy to massage you, and continue to tease her with a cheeky grin: "I wonder what tricks Counterattack-chan has prepared for me?" 　　"M-Master... Counterattack... Counterattack can't do it!" 　　The little maid timidly pulls her arms back, hugs her not-so-ample chest and turns her body to the side, not daring to look 　　at you and the two disheveled female knights. 　　"While I can take care of my master however I want in daily life... but this kind of thing..." 　　Seeing the maid so shy, you didn't want to force her to do anything. You chuckled and straightened up, pulling 　　the two beautiful knights to your desk. You pulled off their short skirts and hot pants and threw them on the floor, 　　stroking their glistening, rounded sterns with one hand each, saying, "So, Counterattack-chan, you just watch from there and 　　get your bride training apprenticeship... You two ship goods, who wants to be ridden by me first?" 　　"Nelson is always ready to be pampered by you, Admiral..." 　　"Please let Richelieu feel good first~ I'm already very wet from the Admiral's licking..." 　　The two knights spread their legs and lay on your desk, turning their heads to look at you, their expressions full of desire.

Seeking reconciliation and appeasement leaves you unsure of what to do. What should you do in this situation?
(There haven't been many replies lately, so let's have a multiple-choice question to liven things up!)
a. Send Nelson first. b. Send Richelieu first. c. Why don't you discuss it first, and I'll send her after you've decided?
For those who chose a or b, without a doubt, this will lower the other knight's affection level
, and it won't be fun at all.
For those who chose c, you see two beauties already in heat, disregarding their usual chastity in public
, weakly swaying their sterns and arching their bodies, completely obscuring their beautiful curves
from your view, like pets eagerly awaiting play with their master. You can't help but want to tease them,
but you're not in a hurry to engage in a cannon battle.
"What should I do... You two are equally important concubines in my heart. I can't possibly
favor only one of you. Even if there is a difference in priority, I will feel guilty."
You stand between the two of them, gently stroking and teasing their overflowing genitals with your fingers,
causing the two naked female knights to tremble with their beautiful, slender legs, leaning on the table and panting heavily
.
"Why don't you two discuss it yourselves and decide before I go, so as not to hurt our relationship?"
The two knights serving each other for the first time exchanged glances, but neither was willing to speak first. After all
, before you conquered them, the two were just colleagues with similar interests, and their relationship was far from that of sisters.
If they were to let the other see them in a lewd manner in order to compete for a man, they would probably never be able to hold
their heads up in front of the other again... However, you wouldn't let the two female knights awkwardly lie on the table for too long. As you
teased them with your fingers, the slippery fuel had already covered your hands and fingers. Under such a fierce attack, the two female knights
could no longer suppress the desire in their bodies. Putting aside their face and dignity, they grabbed each other's fingers and
twisted their bodies uncomfortably, begging the other to temporarily give them the right to use your 26 cannon.
"Nelson-chan...please let me have a turn...Admiral's technique is just...so good...
Riceley...Riceley can't hold back anymore...I want it so much~"
"Miss Richelieu...Nelson...Nelson can't take it either~Nelson's body has been
transformed by the Admiral's 26mm cannon...to the point that it leaks fuel whenever it sees the Admiral...Admiral, please stop
torturing us...hurry up and insert it~"
The two beautiful knight princesses have been tortured to the brink of collapse by your methods. The glistening fuel-like fluid has already
flowed down their smooth legs, even making the ground beneath their feet wet. The prolonged
teasing has finally caused them to gradually lose their minds and begin to disregard camaraderie and compete for your favor, allowing you to see
a scene that is rarely seen in normal times.
"Nelson-chan...you've lost to me so many times in horse racing...consider today's 26 cannon shot from the Admiral my due
reward...let me enjoy the Admiral's favor for a while..."
"Miss Richelieu...your horse racing victory is only temporary...once the Admiral has taken your other
place, we'll be even again...Miss Richelieu usually doesn't go out...staying in her room...it's only right
that I, the hero who twice slew the Dean, should receive the Admiral's favor first..."
The two female knights, each sticking to their own reasoning, exchanged glances. Seeing that they couldn't convince each other, they finally turned to look at
you and asked in unison, "Admiral~who do you prefer to be with? It's up to you to decide!"
The counterattack, who had watched the whole thing unfold behind you, seemed to already know the outcome. Her hands trembled as she covered
her eyes, unable to bear watching the ensuing battleground of two women vying for your man. However, the maid was rather
naive. You remained completely unfazed,
effortlessly pulling your smooth fingers from the two beauties' tightly clamped openings, a silvery smile on your face, as if you could solve such a problem with ease, without a second thought
.
"Looks like you need some skill to run a harem... But this gives me a
chance to try something new, so you two can't blame me, okay? I'm doing this for everyone's happiness..." '
Word of Power: Mirror Image!' The two female knights watched in astonishment as you formed hand seals, uttering
words they couldn't understand. Then, your body seemed to be enveloped in a layer of slime, which,
after completely engulfing you and obscuring your figure, immediately separated into two identical lumps.
The slime was then absorbed by your body and disappeared. Before the astonished eyes of the three ship girls, you split
in two, becoming identical twin brothers.
"Whoa! It worked, Doug A!"
"Yeah! It's great that it worked on the first try, B!"
The two of you high-fived in celebration, and at the same time, you quickly started to take off your pants. Your movements were perfectly synchronized, like mirror images
. Before the two female knights could even question the situation, the two of you grabbed
the sterns of the two knight princesses one by one and effortlessly inserted your swollen 26mm cannons, turning the two beauties' questions into
pleasurable moans that echoed in the decadent office.
"Mmm~~ It's in~~ It's the Admiral's 26mm cannon~ The Admiral chose Richelieu~ Richelieu is so happy~
So comfortable~~"
"Nelson here too~ Ah~~ Admiral~~ Still so rough~~~ But~ Nana likes you
so much~~ Please possess Nana's body forcefully~~~"
Counterattack stared blankly at the two couples engaged in cannon battle, seemingly unable to accept this situation:
"Master... this... what's going on!"
"It's just a little trick, Counterattack-chan, just treat it as magic... Hey, Doug B,
how does Nelson's drain feel?"
"Hehe, you know perfectly well! We've been on Nana together many times before, how could you not know?"
The two of you were vigorously pounding the woman's buttocks while exchanging
"boarding experiences" amidst the moans of the two female knights: "But B..." Honey... it's so hot inside Richelieu today! It feels like it's
melting my 26mm cannon! Do you think she's the type who gets more excited when she's being served by someone else?
" What a sight!"
"Not necessarily!"
Doug, who was thrusting vigorously on Nelson, was breathing heavily, as if his
strength was waning from the intense thrusting. His voice softened, which puzzled
Doug, who was slowly working behind Richelieu. "Richard just feels... that our choice of her... made her feel... very
happy... which is why she's become more lewd... and has nothing to do with promiscuity..."
Doug A, who was on top of Richelieu, saw Doug B
panting heavily from the high-frequency bombardment he could usually do easily, and couldn't help but think to himself, "So that's how it is... energy is conserved... even if
two identical bodies can be separated, the stamina is also evenly divided in half..."
Doug A thrust his cannon a few times, and with Richelieu's reluctant, hazy gaze,
he pulled it out and walked over to Doug B, who was nearly exhausted and could no longer satisfy Nelson, whom he had been training for so long,
and said, "Come on, B." "Hey, let's take turns, that's the only way to have fun,
right?"
Hearing Doug A's suggestion, Doug B laboriously pulled out his 26mm cannon, gave you a high five to signify the exchange,
then pulled Richelieu to slump onto the sofa, positioning Richelieu's body facing the empty hall with her back to him, and
inserted the 26mm cannon.
"Phew... take a break... ship cargo, if you want it so badly, sit on it and do it yourself... Hey, A-kun!
Bring Nana over to play with us!"
"Okay! Let's go, Nana, let's get to know our fellow knight, Richelieu..."
Doug A carried Nelson back to the sofa,
placing the knight princess, whose mind was blurred by the high-frequency cannon fire, not far from Richelieu in a puppy-dog position, while pulling her upper body so that the two knight princesses' pretty faces
were facing each other, and then once again entering her overflowing fuel drain from behind.
"Go, give Ali a kiss~"
"Ali, you should kiss Nana too, you two are usually so close..."
Although they didn't use any spells, the two Dougs' words still possessed an irresistible
magic for the two female knights. Perhaps they were already intoxicated, or perhaps they had long harbored admiration for each other, the two female knights
embraced and kissed each other without hesitation or doubt. Their four full
, round breasts squeezed and bounced with their thrusts, creating waves of pleasure that made everyone present drown
in the abyss of desire.
"Wow, wow, wow, just as I thought! A massive orgy is so amazing! If we weren't so stamina-limited, next time we'd
separate 10 at once and take all the ship girls we've conquered! We'd all have a blast!"
"Hehe... just imagining it is exciting... well, we'll think of something else later! Right now, we should
really work together to take down these two ship girls!"
Amidst the intermittent panting and moans of the two knight girls, each of you stretched out a hand, kneading
the other's... making both beauties feel as if they were being played with by two men. A mixture
of excitement and stimulation, mixed with a sense of transgression, rushed to their brains, bringing the two ship girls, who had never imagined such a game,
to the brink of ecstasy. They tightly clung to each other's sweat-drenched bodies, letting out a final scream.
"Ah~ I can't take it anymore~ Being played with by two admirals at the same time~ Richelieu is going crazy~ Nelson-chan~
Richelieu... Richelieu is going to be completely destroyed in front of you~~~"
"Miss Richelieu~~ Nelson too~~ The admiral is so amazing~~ He can actually~ satisfy
both of us at the same time~ Nana is going to be unable to take it either~ Nana's fuel line~ has been blasted to pieces by the admiral's cannon again~~"
Seeing this scene, the two Dougs used both their mouths and hands, using all their flirting techniques. As the two knight princesses
simultaneously let out moans and trembled from their destruction, they pulled their 26mm cannons out of their hot and wet cavity, placed the two
beauties' limp bodies on the sofa, stood side by side, and quickly stroked the reddened
cannon barrels with their fingers, firing the hot Type 3 bullets in a cross pattern at each other's cannon partners' faces.
Watching Nelson and Richelieu covered in the residue of the Type 3 bullet, the two Dougs, exhausted,
high-fived in celebration. Then, their forms slowly merged back into one, and they lay dazedly
not far from the two knights you had simultaneously violated. Amidst their even, satisfied breaths afterward, one of them weakly said,
"I'm exhausted... double the fatigue... it feels like I've been working all day...
I should probably avoid this kind of thing in the future..."
In a daze, you felt yourself being helped onto the sofa by three women. Then,
the sound of running water came from the bathroom in your office. Presumably, the two female knights you had played with were washing themselves,
allowing you to rest quietly on the sofa for a while.
"Admiral... don't do that again... your abilities should be used for more useful things,
not for making love with us..."
You felt like you had been asleep for about half an hour when you were awakened by Richelieu's gentle voice. When you opened your eyes, you found
Nelson sitting on the sofa, with your head on her lap and her hands massaging your temples.
Richelieu, who was in your line of sight, had your legs pressed on her lap and was gently pounding them with her hands to
relieve the almost twitching leg muscles you had been experiencing.
"What's the fun in being an admiral if you don't board a ship? I'm going to play all sorts of different tricks on you,
making you beg for mercy every time... Hehe, the fuel on my 26mm gun seems to be cleaned up
! I don't remember cleaning it before I went to sleep! Tell me, which of you two is so well-behaved, knowing
how to clean up the battlefield?"
You gently lifted your buttocks, pulled on your underwear, and teased the
female knights you had just conquered with a silver ship's smile, hoping to see their shy faces again. However, to your surprise, not only
did Nelson shake her head without saying a word, but Richelieu also looked at you with a puzzled expression, softly questioning your
question: "Admiral... Nelson and I were taking a shower just now, and we didn't have time to clean you up
... Are you mistaken?"
"It wasn't you, and it wasn't Nelson, could it be…?"
You straightened up and looked around. Besides the three of you, there was no other living thing in the office.
The little maid who had been massaging your shoulders and watching you train the two knight princesses was gone.
"Could it be Counterattack?"
You reached into your crotch and touched it, then smelled it carefully .
Instead of the slightly fishy smell of fuel from the two female knights, you detected a faint, sweet fragrance that felt very
familiar.
"This…this smells like black tea…why does my 26mm gun smell like this? Could it be…
?"
You tried to recall fragments of memory from when you lost consciousness.
You seemed to see a slender figure in a maid outfit, holding a teacup, taking a sip of black tea, and then enveloping your 26mm gun in her warm mouth
. Her tongue gently licked the gun barrel and ammunition clips, washing
away all the grime from the previous battle, before swallowing the mixture.
"Damn it! What did I miss?!"
You lay back on Nelson's fair thighs in regret, covering your eyes with your arms, and
said to the two knight princesses who were massaging you, "You two should rest too... If anyone comes looking for me today
, I'll handle it for them. I'm really tired and want to sleep..."
At the same time, in a stall in the naval base's ship girl-only restroom, a well-behaved maid was leaning against the wall,
vomiting repeatedly until she could only cough up stomach acid. Then, with heavy breathing,
she pulled out a tissue, wiped her mouth, and let out a soft sob.
"Waaah... No... As expected... Retaliation still can't accept men... Even Master's
things... Retaliation feels so dirty... so disgusting... I can't serve Master properly at all... Waaah
... Sister... Your Highness... What should Retaliation do... Waaah..."
At this moment, some people were vomiting and crying in the toilet, while others had a hearty appetite and were feasting at the dining table
.
"This...this is authentic Mapo Tofu? It's much better than what the chef at the Miyamoto Izakaya makes!"
The battleship girl Yamato, holding a small umbrella, ate spoonful after spoonful of the red and white dish before her, occasionally
shoveling glistening grains of rice into her mouth with her chopsticks. Her voracious eating habits
left the fisheries ship girl in front of her speechless.
"Sister...this is...this is the 10th bowl, right? How many more do you think she'll eat before she's satisfied?"
"I...I don't know...but this is a testament to our cooking skills, right? If it wasn't good, she wouldn't
eat so much..."
The girl, engrossed in finishing her food, didn't hear the two lolis's whispers.
The empty bowls and plates on either side of her table were piled high, like two protruding islands on a large ship,
swaying back and forth with her busy movements, startling the other ship girls who feared she
might accidentally knock them over.
"This is a sweet and sour fish dish I just learned to make. Please try it and give me your feedback."
The beautiful chef in the green cheongsam, seeing that no one had come to the kitchen to serve
the dish, had no choice but to carry the still steaming tray to the counter herself. Unexpectedly, before she could even place the tray properly,
a young girl who was chewing her food swiftly snatched it away and placed it on the table. Startled, Chongqing withdrew her hands and nervously looked
at Yixian beside her, exchanging glances with the restaurant owner.
"What... what's wrong with this customer? Why is she eating like this?" "Never mind, just
go back and continue cooking. Don't ruin our restaurant's reputation." Chongqing
wiped her fingers, which had been splattered with sauce, with her apron and returned with a look of despair—
after cooking more than a dozen dishes in rotation, the novice navigating the culinary arts was running out of ideas and probably couldn't come up with anything new
or interesting…
“Mmm…chew…so good! This fish tastes so good too! So fish is
delicious cooked like this, besides being eaten raw! Ahhhh, Yamato is so lucky! Chew…”
Seeing that the food reserves in her refrigerator were running low, Shuanghai and Yixian finally started to panic.
The beauty in red forced a smile at the only guest in front of her and tried to gauge how much more gluttonous this girl was
.
"Miss Yamato, do you find our cooking delicious?"
"Of course it's delicious! I'm extremely satisfied! I've never eaten so happily before! Thank you for your
hospitality, sisters! Chew..."
A whole fish, a three-pound fish, was devoured by Yamato in the blink of an eye during their conversation. Not only
was not a single bit of meat left on the bones, but the girl with the single ponytail even picked up the plate and poured the broth into her rice
bowl. Under the horrified gazes of everyone, she slurped the food into her mouth with her chopsticks, making her originally delicate,
slender face look like two meat buns as she chewed happily. Across from her,
the red-clad girl who witnessed all this was so frightened that she dropped the rice scoop on the ground, her expression as if she had been bullied
and was about to cry.
"Um... Yixian-chan, little sisters... is there any more food? Yamato is a little full now
... just three or four more dishes would be enough..."
"Waaah...!!"
Watching Yamato swallow the last of her food with gusto, Pinghai finally couldn't hold back and burst into tears.
"Waaah... what should we do! Sister... there's no food left in the refrigerator... are we
going to have to close down like this today... Pinghai, don't give up like this! Pinghai, don't
give up before the customers are full! Master said if we do this... we won't be qualified to inherit his mantle..."
The blue-clad loli hugged her sister, whose face was covered in tears, and gently patted and stroked her back,
comforting her softly: "Seven parts hard work, three parts destiny... maybe our chef career is going to end like this
... Sister Yixian, let's prepare to take down the signboard, and return this shop to the Atlanta class to run
KFC tomorrow..."
"No! We can't give up like this! Senior Ninghai! Senior Pinghai!"
The beautiful chef, dressed in green and with white hair, burst out of the kitchen, her voice trembling with emotion. She
shouted to the two young girls who were weeping together, "Don't forget your original dream, seniors! Didn't we promise to work together
to make the best Chinese restaurant in the naval base, so that sisters from all over the world could experience the charm of China's eight major cuisines
?"
Influenced by the two girls, Chongqing's eyes also reddened slightly. The chef nimbly returned to the kitchen, wearing
oven mitts, and brought out a pot of somewhat haphazardly cooked food. She placed it a short distance in front of Yamato and
said, "I'm sorry... Yamato, we have no more ingredients to cook for you. This pot
is curry made from the scraps of previous dishes and the last piece of beef in the refrigerator. Please try it if you don't mind
!"
"Please don't say that. Yamato has already caused you so much trouble, you should be grateful. How could you possibly
complain? Yamato will taste it for you!"
The girl with the single ponytail took the spoon from Chongqing and prepared to pour the curry over her rice. Suddenly, the girl
shuddered, as if she remembered something terrible. She turned around, her body trembling, and
said to the fisheries officers, her face pale, "You...you just said...this is curry?"
"Yes! This is curry!"
The girl looked at the brown broth and chunks of meat in front of her in disbelief, and added,
"I've eaten curry made by a colleague of mine...it wasn't this color at all, and the steam was grayish-black
, like the exhaust fumes from a warship's smokestack...and it didn't taste very good either...could it be...?"
Yamato trembled as she gently took a little bit of the thick sauce with the spoon, and after mentally preparing herself,
put it in her mouth. However, the moment the girl's tongue touched the food, tears streamed down her face, dripping
onto the dry table and shattering into pieces.
"So...so this is what real curry tastes like...Hiei...the Kongo-class sisters
...Yamato today...Yamato finally ate...real curry today!"
"I'm full...thank you for your hospitality."
The girl with the single ponytail placed her chopsticks on her plate, respectfully clasping her hands together,
expressing her heartfelt gratitude and respect for the food and chefs before her.
"Miss Yamato...didn't you say...you wanted at least three dishes?"
"No need, because no matter what delicious food Yamato eats today, it can't compare to this last
pot of curry."
The tall ship girl from the Eastern Naval Base looked around the newly opened restaurant with love,
her expression filled with longing, as if the divine kingdom she had imagined countless times in her dreams had finally appeared before her eyes
, allowing her to easily touch and feel it, enveloping her in a feeling of happiness.
"Perhaps a long, long time from now, when Yamato is old, she will forget that she was once a ship girl, the overlord of the sea , and the most trusted subordinate of Commander Matsuryu... But Yamato will always remember that 　　she had a meal
in the restaurant of the West Naval Base. " 　　The girl turned around and bowed deeply once again to the girls who had been working hard for her. 　　"Thank you for your hospitality! Yamato is very satisfied with the meal! Thank you!" 　　"You're welcome, Miss Yamato... So, the total is 450 diamonds. Would you like to pay in cash or by bank transfer?" 　　"Eh?" 　　Under Yamato's surprised gaze, Yixian continued calmly, "If you don't have any diamonds on hand, 　　then you can also get cash for modification cores, quick repairs, construction blueprints, or rare equipment on the spot." 　　"Wait, wait a minute! Why should a ship girl pay for her meal in her own naval base's cafeteria?" 　　Seeing Yamato's slight panic, Yixian finally revealed her true colors, stepping closer and closer to the 　　somewhat guilty ponytail girl, her imposing aura like that of a tyrant in the deep palace, rather than the elegant and dignified 　　receptionist from before. 　　"You haven't reported to your husband's office to register and get your own meal card yet. We're treating you like 　　a foreign guest, so of course you need to pay..." 　　"How could this be... Yamato came from the Eastern Naval Base... without these things!" 　　Hearing Yamato say this, Yixian's face turned pale instantly. The red-clad beauty clapped her hands lightly by her ear 　　, and a little girl with braided hair carrying a machete and a tomboy carrying nunchucks jumped down from the roof. 　　They looked at the isolated and helpless battleship girl in front of them with a sinister gaze and asked Yixian, "What's wrong, Sister Yixian? Is someone trying to 　　dine and dash?" 　　"Yes, some IJN ships really don't learn their lesson and have come to our C country's territory to eat and drink for free again 　　... I'll ask you one more time: Miss Yamato, are you really unwilling to pay?" 　　Yamato was so anxious that she was about to cry, but the girl searched left and right and found that apart from a few cans of fuel and a few pieces of steel 　　, she had no other money. 　　"Yixian-chan... Yamato really didn't bring any money..." 　　"Then there's nothing we can do... Hehe~ Good and evil will be rewarded in the end, the wheel of karma turns, look up and see, 　　who can escape the wrath of Heaven! The debts owed by Japan, today our Fisheries Administration Fleet will settle them all! Yingrui, Zhaohe, drag 　　this IJN ship cargo away... and execute it." 　　"Please wait a moment!" 　　Seeing Yamato like a lamb surrounded by the ferocious wolves of the Fisheries Administration Fleet, helplessly retreating 　　, the girl's savior finally appeared. Dressed in a gray kimono, with a bow and arrow on her wrist and a sake bottle hanging at her waist, the aircraft carrier 　　girl appeared like a dashing prince, stopping the Fisheries Administration sisters who wanted to tear the battleship girl to pieces 　　. 　　"I'm sorry... I'll pay for Yamato's meal." 　　The gray-haired girl took out your bank card from her pocket, bowed respectfully, and presented the card to Yixian with both hands, 　　saying, "This is pocket money given to me by the Admiral, not public funds from the naval base. Please 　　don't overthink it, Yixian..." 　　"Hmph, your husband actually gave you the currency he uses in this other world. It seems you've been quite 　　pleased with him lately, Kaga." 　　Yixian waved her hand, dismissing the two children holding the weapon, and accepted Kaga's refusal with the authority of the principal wife.

While returning to the counter to continue calculating the bill, she said sarcastically, "No need, Kaga-nee.
You came in before me, I really can't accept such a big gesture... Miss Yamato, please waive the meal fee,
just to give you face... Welcome to come again next time, Miss Yamato."
"Thank you, sister... Well then, Kaga will take her leave now."
After saying that, Kaga pulled Yamato, who was a head taller than her but was wiping away tears like a
child who had never grown up, out of the Shuanghai Dining Hall. However, they did not hear Yixian throw the abacus on the ground with a "smack!" after the two of them left
, which frightened the children into hugging each other and trembling.
"Hmph! IJN... Let's see how long your days of being pampered by your husbands will last."
"Miss Kaga... Why have Yixian-chan and the others suddenly become so terrifying? Did Yamato do
something wrong...?"
"Perhaps being born was a mistake..."
The two ship girls, who were slowly walking towards the admiral's office,
were old acquaintances, even though they didn't serve in the same naval base. Kaga didn't want to say much to Yamato, who was so simple-minded, so she just
sighed and casually chatted about other topics, trying to forget the unpleasantness that had just happened.
"How is everyone doing at the Eastern Naval Base?"
"It's alright... Under Admiral Matsuryu's command, the sisters do nothing but eliminate newly born
Abyssal ship girls and carry out daily activities. It's still like before, we're a family."
"A family..."
Kaga seemed to miss the old days quite a bit. The entire fleet consisted of sisters from the same hometown. Although
the sisters' relationships varied in closeness, they weren't so close as to scheme against each other or be so wary of one another.
"It wasn't so bad to be surrounded only by my own sisters, even those two girls from the Fifth Carrier Division
."
Pushing open the glass doors of the naval base's office building, Kaga and Yamato entered an extremely quiet space—
the hall was filled with ship girls in their uniforms, gathered in four corners, holding printed
mission forms, constantly exchanging information in hushed tones, the atmosphere as serious as a stock trading hall
.
"I'll take you to see our admiral now. Once you see him, just act normally, don't be
nervous."
Kaga led Yamato up to the third floor, to the main entrance of an office. Just as she was about to lead Yamato inside, she
suddenly remembered something, pushed Yamato to the balcony a little further from the office door, and said, her face flushed
, "You... wait here for a moment, I'll go in and check first. If I don't come out for a long time, don't
worry, be patient, everything will be fine."
"Admiral, are you there?"
After settling Yamato in, Kaga gently pressed the doorknob, pushed open the door, and peered inside. There
was no one in sight. The girl closed the door and walked to the admiral's desk, only to find
him lying on the sofa, snoring, his chest bare and wearing nothing but underwear.
He was occasionally scratching his ammunition clips unconsciously. Kaga breathed a sigh of relief, gently patting her
chest and muttering to herself, "That scared me to death… Thank goodness I left Yamato outside."
The aircraft carrier girl picked up a note on the desk. It read in delicate Latin script: "The admiral is
a little tired. Please don't disturb him, sisters. Please contact the council if you need anything." It was unclear
whose handwriting it was.
"No way... New ship girls reporting to the naval base need the Admiral's personal approval. Even
the council can only issue a 3-day temporary pass... Anyway, the Admiral is always acting like this, so it should be
fine, right..."
The aircraft carrier girl lifted her skirt, tiptoed around the desk to your side, squatted down and gently
shook your arm, whispering in your ear, "Admiral... Admiral, wake up... There's work to be
done... Ah!"
The aircraft carrier girl, still trying to wake you, suddenly lost her balance and was rolled over and hugged in your arms, your
hands kneading her breasts through her clothes. However, aside from the initial shock, Kaga clenched
her teeth and didn't make a sound.
"Hmm...this size and shape...is it Kaga?"
Seeing that you still had your eyes closed, looking like you weren't fully awake, Kaga endured your lewd advances and forced
herself to say, "It's...it's Kaga...Admiral...please...wake up...a new ship girl
...has come to report for duty..."
As Kaga said this, you seemed to have been injected with an aphrodisiac, opening your eyes and suddenly sitting up, lifting Kaga up around the
waist and kissing her repeatedly, causing the aircraft carrier girl to let out shy gasps: "Admiral~ um~no,
don't do this...the new ship girl...is still waiting for you..."
"Kaga-chan is really my lucky star!"
You were overjoyed, kissing Kaga's already blushing face on both sides, excitedly
holding her tightly in your arms.
"I haven't received any new ships for almost two months. I haven't done anything all day, just firing cannons and taking a nap, and I still
hear this good news… Is the Colorado-class battleship finally finished? Haha! As expected
of the Big Seven, on par with the Rona, those lewd boobs are really…"
"Um… Admiral, not the Colorado-class… it's a battleship originally from IJN, my old friend…
"
"Oh my! Nagato Mutsu would be fine too! Mutsu is great for warming the bed, and Nagato can also participate in fleet command.
I welcome anyone!"
"Actually, the ship girl who came this time is IJN's ultimate battleship, with even stronger firepower and thicker armor than the Nagato-class battleship
, Yamato… Congratulations on gaining another capable subordinate."
Kaga thought you would be overjoyed to receive a big sister-class battleship with an umbrella, but after hearing her report, Kaga sensed that
your fingers, which were kneading your full little stern, stopped, leaving Kaga somewhat bewildered
.
"Admiral…?"
"I understand, please come in, Ms. Yamato."
You set Kaga aside, stood up, pulled out your military trousers from under your desk, put them on, and
straightened your clothes. Seeing Kaga staring blankly at you without any reaction, you asked, puzzled,
"Why are you acting so strange, Kaga-chan?"
"Admiral, you're the one acting strange! A Yamato-class ship! A big sister with an umbrella! This is the
rarest ship girl that so many admirals dream of, willing to sit at the factory gate for eight hours and accompany the entire construction process! Why is
your reaction like you heard 'We've gotten another Takao-class ship in 6-2'?!
" "The strongest battleship... in a way, it really is."
You straightened your clothes, picked up the naval cap you'd thrown on the floor, and put it on your head, continuing
to say to Kaga, "Go and invite her in quickly, don't keep her waiting outside."
Seeing you already sitting upright at your desk, your hands clasped over your mouth, Kaga couldn't
see your expression through the reflection in your glasses, so she got up to open the door and welcome the
battleship girl waiting outside into your office.
"Please come in, Yamato... the Admiral is ready to see you."
"Y-you... hello, I am Yamato, the captain of the battleship fleet under Admiral Matsuryu... I hope you will take care of me from now on."
Whether Yamato was nervous because it was her first time speaking to a man, intimidated by your serious demeanor, or because
the incident at the Twin Seas Restaurant hadn't subsided, in any case, the girl, who was usually confident in stating her name
, seemed to stutter a little when introducing herself, which surprised Kaga.
"A warship under Matsuryu's command... I am Admiral Andro Doug of the West Naval Base. You
can call me Admiral Doug... Now, let's begin the interview."
"Eh? An interview?"
Ignoring Yamato's surprised expression, you took an A4 sheet of paper from your desk drawer and asked the tall
girl, "How can one create a t-advantage in naval battle?"
"Hmm... It probably depends on luck, right? With good luck, or perhaps the favor of the compass girl, a t-
advantage situation can be created!"
You turned to look at Kaga, exchanging a glance with the aircraft carrier girl. Kaga sighed and shook her head at you.
You could only shrug and move on to the next question: "With only two dry docks available, and
a carrier, a heavy cruiser, and a destroyer all heavily damaged according to their repair time, how should
they be assigned to the dry docks? Which dry dock should each be used?"
"Whoever is more seriously injured should go into the trench first... shall we?"
you asked desperately. "So, if my plan for today is for the battleship squadron
to do repetitive training at trench points 3-4, how do you think today's expedition should be arranged?"
"Run for fuel, run for ammunition... um... we should also run for some steel! Maybe we should also see if
we can get quick repairs..."
"Alright, here's your ID card. Go and rest... Tomorrow I'll arrange for Bismarck to give you naval
warfare training. Remember to take good notes."
You crumpled the A4 paper recording Yamato's various abilities into a ball, threw it into the wastebasket next to your desk, and
took out a door card from inside the desk, handing it to Kaga.
"Then...when can the Admiral arrange for Yamato to go to sea for battle?"
The girl took the key card from Kaga, still looking at you with hopeful eyes. This expression made it impossible for you
to tell her the truth. Fortunately, Kaga understood you perfectly. The carrier girl patted Yamato's shoulder,
gently comforting the strongest battleship who hadn't received an answer: "The Admiral has his own arrangements...this is normal procedure. Every
ship girl has to go through this training before going to the battlefield. It's not targeting Yamato. I believe that as long as you
study hard, Yamato, you'll soon achieve your goal."
"Is that so...I see...Then, I'll leave Yamato in your care from now on. Please take good
care of her. Goodbye."
Watching the girl obediently leave your office, you helplessly slumped onto the sofa, gesturing for Kaga to come over.
You pulled the carrier girl into your arms, constantly playing with her delicate body.
"I really don't know what Matsuryu is trying to do by sending this fledgling to me. Does he hope I can train her
? Honestly, he pushes his own work onto others, just like always..."
"Actually... Yamato isn't... as... bad as the Admiral thinks... It's just... um... she
lacks practical experience..."
The aircraft carrier girl weakly resisted your advances on her chest and neck, writhing uncomfortably. Her soft moans and
breaths gently brushed against your ear, stirring your body and heartstrings.
"Anyway, today is the new ship you brought me, Kaga-chan, so I'm going to reward you properly."
You were about to reach out and remove Kaga's outer garment when you saw Kaga's expression completely different from usual.
She gently stopped you, her strength too weak to offer any resistance, yet your fingers could no longer
reach any part of her body.
"Admiral... I don't want to... Kaga isn't feeling well today..."
"What happened?"
You were puzzled. Although Kaga wasn't particularly fond of sex, she had never
refused you if you had desires, even after a tiring expedition or battle... But at this moment, the aircraft carrier girl's body
was trembling slightly, not like she was aroused. Looking at her expression, it seemed like she was struggling with something inside. It seemed that
there were some problems in your relationship, leaving you completely at a loss.
"No... Admiral, please don't overthink it. Kaga just... just doesn't want to work right now, wants to go back and rest for a
bit..."
"Alright then, Kaga-chan, get some rest. I'll come see you later."
You gently kissed Kaga's forehead, released the beauty in your arms, and watched Kaga bow to you before leaving
the office. You stood up, stretched, and muttered to yourself, "After eating so much British food, maybe I should
try some German food... So, who should I hang out with next?"
a. Bismarck b. Tirpitz
"Cheers!"
It was already evening when you arranged to meet Bismarck and Tirpitz.
You thought the three of you could go out together after Bismarck got off work, but when you two knocked on Tirpitz's door, the otaku girl was still asleep. Enraged,
Bismarck kicked the door open and, amidst Tirpitz's
pleas, "Waaah, sister, I'll be a couch potato from now on and never stay up all night grinding ships again, and I'll also take Tanaka to her room," you dragged her by the ear to wash up. Under Bismarck's Iron Will Lv.3
aura, Tirpitz moved much faster than usual, and soon the three of you, dressed smartly
, left the ship girl dormitory and arrived at the karaoke room you had already booked. You ordered beer and snacks, and
like a group of office workers finally relieved after a long day of hard work, you began your own revelry in this noisy environment.
(You really think I'd let any of them go? The multiple-choice question was just me
trying to get some experience points since there haven't been many replies lately, and also to check the popularity of the two ship girls…)
"Bismarck, with my brother away for a while, the command of the battle fleet has been entirely in your hands . It
's really been hard on you."
"Yeah, yeah! Sister, you're so amazing!"
After a can of Tsingtao beer, Bismarck's face flushed slightly, as if she
were shy because of your and Tirpitz's praise. The Battlefield Flower, always ready for sorties, doesn't usually drink.
Only after marrying you and becoming your lover does she occasionally drink with you, so her alcohol tolerance is really low
.
"Commander… whatever work you have… please entrust it to Bismarck as much as possible… being able to share your
burdens… is Bismarck's… greatest happiness…"
Seeing Bismarck's slightly swaying figure, you winked at the girl beside you. The battleship sister
thought for a moment, then decisively nodded, raised her juice, and continued to urge her sister to drink.
"Sister... whether it was before or now at the naval base, Tyr has always been taken care of by you.
Because of you, I can do what I want and pursue my dreams with peace of mind... Sister,
please have another drink and accept my respect!"
"Thank you... Tyr... having you and the Commander... by my side... is enough..."
After clinking glasses with Tirpitz, Bismarck stood up and staggered to a corner of the private room. Standing
next to her, she shouted loudly, "Commander, Tyr... you have always cared for me, looked after
me, and been my strong support... I have no way to repay you. I'll sing a song for everyone here!
I want to request a song! Request... Request... This one!"
The girl's waving fingers tried a few times before finally pressing the touchscreen on the wall accurately. As the background music started, she
proudly shook her head, and her two cat-like eyes, usually hidden in her military cap, stood up and
trembled. The cat-like eyes seemed very happy today.
"Along the gentle curves of the undulating landscape~ Let love roam freely in the Central Plains, the North, and the South~ Facing the icy blades, snowy swords, and the 　　passionate companionship of
wind and rain~ Cherish the golden years bestowed upon me by heaven..."
Bismarck's singing voice wasn't sweet; in fact, due to her drunkenness, she couldn't control her tongue and sang a little off-key. However, 　　this didn't prevent the flower of the battlefield from expressing 　　the song's exhilarating and majestic spirit. The girl's experiences and personality resonated with the song, 　　making her sing very smoothly and enjoyably. So much so that you and Tirpitz excitedly applauded and cheered for Bismarck. 　　" May the world 　　be 　　peaceful and prosperous~ I really want to live another five hundred years~ ... 　　"Hello? Hello? Bismarck? How are you? Did you hurt yourself?" 　　"I...I'm fine...hiccup~ I'm fine...huff...huff..." 　　Bismarck seemed to have fallen asleep. 　　"Alright, Commander...we should proceed with the plan: you stay here and push your sister down, I'm going to do 　　my research!" 　　Tirpitz pulled a sketchbook from his pocket, locked the door to the private room, crossed his legs on the sofa 　　, drooling, and was full of anticipation for the situation before him. 　　"Finally...finally I can watch my sister get pushed down by the Commander to draw doujinshi...I'm actually a little excited 　　...hehehe..." 　　"This is the new way you came up with this?" 　　You were almost driven mad by Tirpitz's disgustingly perverted behavior. Holding Bismarck, you laid her down 　　on the sofa and sat next to her, lowering your voice to say, "I'm telling you...this is your 　　own sister who watched you grow up! It's fine if I take advantage of her while she's drunk, but 　　what if she finds out your doujinshi is popular in the ACG community? She'll skin you alive!" 　　"Commander, don't worry, I've taken care of it... Look!" 　　Tirpitz opened the drawing board in his hand and showed you several polished color drawings. 　　The German female soldier in the drawings, wearing tattered uniforms and revealing her fair skin, was completely different from Bismarck. First of all, the girl in the drawing 　　had long, smooth, flowing golden hair. In addition, her face was more pointed than Bismarck's. She was wearing a military cap, so you couldn't see 　　if she had a cat. Although her heroic spirit was much less, her femininity was doubled. It was completely impossible 　　to tell that the woman in this comic was the crystallization of German technology, which reassured you a little. You flipped through a few pages 　　of Tirpitz's work and discovered that the comic's plot had progressed to the point where the blonde female officer went drinking with her superior, and just as she was 　　getting drunk and things were reaching a crucial point, it stopped abruptly. Enraged, you slammed Tirpitz's drawing board shut and 　　demanded, "I've already taken my pants off, and this is what you show me? Where's the real show?! Wait… you're not serious 　　, are you?! Do you really want me to do it here while you draw?" 　　"Of course, Commander, you can't back down now!" 　　Tirpitz unbuckled your belt, stripped off your lower garments and threw them in the corner, and without any hesitation 　　or shame, immediately took your 26mm gun into her mouth and began thrusting it in and out, trying to load it as quickly as possible and get it into combat 　　mode.

"As long as... um... Commander... you finish... the drunken older sister... the
... h part of my work... um... I'll change into... Saberlily's cosplay outfit and play with you once... how about it
~"
After Tirpitz's patient and meticulous licking, your 26mm gun regained its majestic battle posture,
the gun barrel covered with the girl's saliva looked even more ferocious, truly as imposing as a weapon.
"Then... then I really have to go, you keep an eye out for the military police captain to pass by."
You left Tirpitz's side and walked past Bismarck, who was snoring softly due to drunkenness,
and swallowed hard as you looked at the battlefield flower with rosy cheeks and even breathing.
"I've been with her before... why am I so excited this time? I feel my fingers are trembling
and won't obey me..."
You shakily begin to unbutton Bismarck's clothes, trying not to wake the sleeping girl,
you unbutton her top and deftly pull aside her front-fastening bra, exposing her soft, white breasts
to the air, rising and falling with her small mouth, breathing in the alcohol-laden air of the private room.
"I... I'm ready, what position do you need me to be in?"
"Commander, anything is fine... this is a pure love story, no need for any training plots or techniques...
just ordinary sex is fine!"
You watch the girl, who keeps looking up, her fingers flying across the dimly lit room, and think to yourself: They've already
raped her and call it pure love? Do they think the audience are idiots? But the delicious treats before you left you with no
way out. Gritting your teeth, you steeled your resolve, lowered your head, and began to fondle the fair and tender
parts of the battlefield flower with both your mouth and hands. Your tongue swept back and forth across the tip of the girl's breasts, causing Bismarck to let out
unconscious moans as if she were having a wet dream.
"Mmm~ No, meow~ Commander, I hate you so much, meow~ I... I'm going to get weird again, meow~"
Bismarck gently twisted her waist to resist your intrusion, but you were already a veteran, and had seen it
all. The girl's resistance not only failed to get rid of the teasing on her chest, but you also used
the gap created by her twisting legs to slip your fingers under her short skirt.
Not only were the two peaks that were originally at their highest point suddenly occupied by you, but the tunnel was also invaded. The pleasure of being attacked all over her body was completely uncontrollable, and
it was transmitted to her brain through the nerves numbed by alcohol, making it difficult for the girl to suppress her voice. The moans were so lewd that
even Tirpitz, who was drawing a doujinshi next to her, couldn't sit still. She kept twisting her thighs and urged you
to get to the point.
"Commander... hurry up and get on my sister... if she keeps calling like that... I'll start acting weird too..."
Without further ado, you were not only burning with desire yourself, but also wanted to avoid trouble in this
place where you didn't keep your word. So you gently hoisted Bismarck's legs onto your shoulders, lowered your 26mm gun, and
slowly thrust it into the girl's already lubricated and tight passage in a half-squatting position. In this place where people could pass by at any moment, and even a waiter
might push the door open, you felt incredibly excited. The thought that the beauty beneath you's sister
was watching your illicit affair from not far away, recording everything that happened, gave you an indescribable excitement.
Excited, you wanted to thrust hard, to quickly vent this lustful fire on the beauty beneath you. However, you lacked
the courage to wake Bismarck under these circumstances. You could only gently thrust, observing the battlefield beauty's reaction.
Multiple concerns made your thrusts more precise than bomb disposal; for every inch you penetrated, Bismarck's voice
would rise a decibel. Such careful thrusting offered no physical pleasure; it felt like
playing a death game. If you failed and Bismarck discovered it, aside from a court-martial,
you'd be unbearably angry and wouldn't tolerate her giving you the cold shoulder for half a month.
"Alright… Commander, you can fire on my sister's face now."
Tirpitz had already filled out several pages of drafts, seemingly reaching the final stage. However, in such a tense
environment, it was impossible for you to fire the Type 3 shell. Having been firing for over ten minutes with bent knees, your thighs were trembling with fatigue. You 　　were deeply impressed that
even the 26mm gun hadn't given out, let alone fired . 　　"You want me to fire in this situation... Is this what a ship is supposed to do?!" 　　Hearing that Tirpitz had finished drawing the cannon firing section, you gently lowered Bismarck's legs and 　　slowly pulled the 26mm cannon out of the girl's septic tank. Almost the instant you put down this heavy load, you collapsed to the ground, 　　rubbing your almost cramped calves and complaining to the girl, "You women really don't know 　　how hard it is for men. It's tiring for both body and mind, and the pleasure only lasts for a short while... Don't 　　ask me to do this kind of nonsense again. You do it yourself!" 　　"I'll do it, I'll do it. Watch me get you to eject the Type 3 cannon right away." 　　Tirpitz put down her drawing board, walked to your side, lifted her short skirt, pushed her already soaked underwear aside 　　, and sat down on your erect 26mm cannon. The 26mm cannon squeezed through the soft folds of flesh inside the girl's cavity 　　, directly pressing against the entrance of the girl's ammunition magazine, making both of you groan in pleasure. 　　"Hmm~ That's it~ Help the Commander~ get into firing~ mode~ Then fire it onto my sister's face~ and 　　it's done~" 　　Tirpitz vigorously twisted her waist, causing your fleshy cannon muzzle 　　to spin back and forth inside the girl's hot body, the wet friction rubbing against every sensitive spot on your cannon, quickly bringing 　　back all the pleasure you had lost before. The joy of the cannon battle made you reflexively grab the otaku girl's slender waist with both hands, matching her up 　　and down movements to violate the softest little mouth inside the otaku girl's anus, making the battleship sister unable to control her voice 　　and lust, and the purpose of the action changed from helping you fire the Type 3 shell to pursuing more 　　pleasure for yourself. 　　"Hmm~ This seems~ not good~ Before the Commander~ fires~ Tirpitz will be~ played with by you~" 　　Having experienced the service of various beautiful ship girls, you have become incredibly long-lasting. Although there are many fleshy folds inside Tirpitz's anus 　　, making you feel very comfortable, it is not as wet and hot as Kaga's, nor is it as hot and wet as Nara's.

With her resilient, fleshy walls and powerful clamping attacks, if forced to fire her Type 3 missile in a short time, even
a nerdy girl like Tirpitz wouldn't be able to do it on her own.
However, Tirpitz possesses her own most powerful weapon, a characteristic you haven't yet discovered in any other ship girl
.
"Master~ Your precious ammunition~ Just like that~ shoot out~ in Tyr's ammunition magazine~ Let Tyr be
played with until she's pregnant~ okay~"
Tirpitz continued to sway her hips while taking off her military uniform shirt, revealing a black and white
striped lingerie set underneath. Two large breasts were held up by two black lace stripes, their soft
flesh trembling up and down under the thin fabric, forming waves of breasts. The girl repeatedly swallowed
your 26mm gun while rocking her stern, taking out some small black decorations from her bag and putting them
on her head and arms. She looked just like a model in a maid lingerie store on Taobao. With the girl's seductive
enticement, you skipped the repeated playing process. The 26mm gun was already loaded, and almost during this repeated rubbing,
it was about to fire at the otaku girl cosplaying as a lewd maid riding on top of you.
Yes, that's Tirpitz's greatest charm—she understands men's needs, especially those of otaku.
Every time, she can stimulate your most sensitive spot,
satisfying you time and time again with her almost performative demands, yet you never know what new trick she'll come up with next, filling you
with anticipation for the future with her.
"Damn...you shipwrecked girls are all so...so horny...you're really going to drain me dry!"
Under Tirpitz's highly targeted stimulation, you can't suppress your lust. You pick up the otaku girl's body and
gently place her next to Bismarck, forcefully pressing Tirpitz's head down with your palm, turning her
drooling, dazed state towards the sleeping battlefield flower beside you. While continuing your fierce bombardment
, you use your other hand to knead Tirpitz's large penis, trying to force her to let out even louder moans.
"Don't you like your sister? Shout louder, let her see how lewd you are right now!"
"Mmm~ Commander~ So rude~ But~ this is~ the true appearance of a drunk man~ Ah~
Sister~ Tyr is going to come~ Tyr~ is going to be~ destroyed in front of you~ by the Commander's 26mm cannon~"
At the moment when the girl's anus was spasming and contracting, you suddenly thrust the cannon a few times, sending Tirpitz to the highest
peak, and then pulled out the 26mm cannon, aiming the muzzle at Bismarck's disheveled body
.
"Is this enough... I'm going to... shoot too!"
Without much stroking, your 26mm cannon had already swelled to a frightening degree, and the Type 3 shell gushed out, the scalding
liquid drenching the still sleeping girl, from her short brown hair to her disheveled military uniform, and then to the girl's
thighs and stockinged feet, all were soaked with your liquid, the amount was frightening.
"Commander...did I fall asleep?"
You and Tirpitz paused for a moment, then began to carefully clean up the traces of battle on Bismarck's body. It wasn't until
you finished cleaning that Bismarck slowly woke up, rubbing her slightly throbbing head and opening her sleepy eyes to look
around. She saw you, exhausted, slumped on the sofa, drinking beer and
looking towards the standing microphone, while Tirpitz swayed her body from side to side and sang. Don't let Tirpitz's usual
nonchalant, almost reciting tone fool you. Once she stands before the microphone, her voice transforms with incredible
emotion. Her expression, unlike her usual listless, deadpan demeanor, takes on a
devout and holy quality, like a nun gazing into the distance, her hands outstretched and slowly raised
, holding a nonexistent sacred flame. That resolute, hopeful gaze captivates Bismarck, revealing a surprisingly
serious side to her sister, leaving her astonished.
"Beautiful angels are calling you from afar—brave young man, go and create miracles!"
"This…this must be the song of angels…Tirpitz…only a girl like you, untouched
by worldly corruption, could sing such a soul-cleansing voice…"
"Pfft…"
You nearly spit out your drink from laughing. What's that saying? There are always some people who get sold out and still
help count the money—not entirely because they're unintelligent, but because their love and trust in others make
them selectively forget potential dangers. You shifted your body, pulling the battlefield
beauty, who had just woken up, into your arms, and casually chatted with her: "Bismarck...no matter how serious
the mistakes Tirpitz makes in the future, no matter how angry she makes you, you must forgive her. Don't ever use your 380mm main gun to
blast this shut-in girl and her dorm room to smithereens..."
"How could I! She's my own sister!"
Bismarck felt a little awkward being held in your arms with Tirpitz present, but you forcefully
pressed her body, which tried to escape, against your embrace, leaving her nowhere to run. She could only
reluctantly accept your intimacy in the dimly lit compartment.
"Buzz buzz buzz..."
To have fun with the German sisters, you had already silenced your phone. However, for some reason, at this
moment when everyone was enjoying dinner and the fleet had finished its mission for the day, someone was still calling
. Reluctantly, you pulled out your phone. The caller ID picture was of one of the mares you had ridden that morning
. You casually swiped to answer, completely ignoring the loud music playing in the room.
"Hey, Nana... why are you missing me so soon? Wait a little longer, I'm not going to the First Carrier Division tonight
. You and Nini take a bath and wait for me to come back and ride you... What? What did you say?"
Hearing Nelson's mumbled report, you abruptly stood up and
unplugged the record player from the socket, startling Tirpitz who was singing. She almost fell over, not knowing
what had angered you so much.
"Admiral, the battleship Yamato, which arrived at the naval base today, and the Sixth Destroyer Squadron have not received any orders..."
"Who authorized you to set sail without permission! This fleet is currently engaged in combat in the waters near the naval base, areas 1-4!
Please return to your office immediately to take command of the fleet!"
"Understood, I'll go back now… Battleship Nelson, I now order you, as my secretary ship,
to activate the power to my four repair factories, prepare supplies, repair steel, and quick-repair tools… at least
enough for five heavily damaged ship girls… no, ten! Prepare enough for ten people! Notify
the cruiser fleet to be on standby, and contact the Sixth Destroyer Fleet to obtain as much firsthand intelligence as possible. Orders complete,
please act immediately." "
Yes, my lord! All hail androidog!" You hung up the phone, looking at Bismarck with a calm expression.
The "Flower of the Battlefield" immediately put on her military coat and began tidying her boot
laces. Although you couldn't see her expression, her calm and composed demeanor was like a bucket of ice
water, suppressing the heat and unease in your heart, preventing you from throwing the phone against the wall.
"Your decision is very rational, Commander. No matter what, if you act rashly, you've already lost half the battle.
Please remember this."
The girl finished putting on her boots, stood up, and stamped her feet. She not only took the time to carefully straighten her battle skirt and
uniform, but also pulled out her Iron Cross and pinned it to her chest. Only after confirming that her
appearance was perfect did she put on her cap, transforming into the commander of a high-flying fleet and a killing machine
, showing no trace of the shy resistance she had shown to your affection and caresses just moments before.
"So... Commander, how bad is the situation with this rookie you mentioned to me earlier today?"
"Eh? Yamato-nee? What are you doing at the West Naval Base?"
Rewinding to an hour earlier, Yamato, having finished dinner, was strolling in the courtyard of the naval base's backyard with an umbrella
when she unknowingly wandered into the destroyers' activity area. She saw many children around ten years old
playing in a large swimming pool not far in front of her. The weather had turned cool in the evening, and the water temperature
had dropped as well, but the children's enthusiasm was not affected much. Many little girls were floating and diving in the pool,
shooting water guns at their companions or the older girls taking care of them on the shore. Compared to a military base,
this place was more like a children's playground.
"Yamato-nee? Yamato-nee? Is that you?"
Yamato had unknowingly arrived at the edge of the pool. A
brown-haired loli in a black sailor uniform emerged from the water. The little girl pulled her diving goggles up, her eyes radiating adoration as she looked at
the tall woman before her. Turning back, she called out to another loli dressed similarly, "Hibiki! Raiden! Look!
It's Yamato-nee!"
While Yamato was still wondering, three children dressed similarly to the loli who had spoken swam over from a short distance,
their eyes also filled with adoration and excitement as they shouted to the girl holding the umbrella, "It really is Yamato-nee! Although we've never
seen you before, we've heard Kaga-nee from the First Carrier Division talk about you! Yamato-nee is a tall,
beautiful ship girl who loves red paper umbrellas and cherry blossoms, and who has 'Get Out of Here' clearly written on her thigh
!"
"You're from 'The Unlawful Heaven'... These little sisters must be
the four sisters of the Sixth Destroyer Fleet, created by the God of Illusion using divine power from the Western Naval Base, right? Just as cute as our Eastern Naval Base..."
The older sister holding the umbrella squatted down, gently wiping the water droplets from the face of a slightly timid girl, and
asked softly, "Is fighting here usually tough?"
"No... not tough, Yamato-nee..."
The timid short-haired girl hugged her little duck swimming ring around her neck even tighter, seemingly
a little shy about her first contact with her idol.
"In the West Naval Base, the Admiral's main destroyer fleet is the Z series. Our Sixth Destroyer Fleet is generally only
responsible for expeditions and campaign modes, and occasionally we'll 'bomb fish' in 6-1... We rarely participate in map clearing or events
..."
"Hmph, that's just Admiral Daddy's favoritism! We've never lost a one-on-one fight against the Z destroyers, but Admiral Daddy still
prefers them... Ah!"
Before the brown-haired loli who was the first to speak to Yamato could finish,
several friends wielding water guns suddenly emerged from the pool behind her, skillfully firing their weapons at them in a crossfire,
spraying their four freshly wiped faces with water droplets, startling the four girls who kept covering their faces with their hands.
"You only know how to fight one-on-one and don't understand the power of teamwork, that's why you lost to us!
Why don't you understand such a simple principle?"
"Aaaaah! Damn it! If you're so capable, come at my Lord Xiao! Don't bully my sisters!"
The brown-haired loli pushed forward under the "enemy's" fire, spreading her arms to shield the three girls behind her from
the water gun fire. However, before the expression of heroic sacrifice on the girl's face could fade, the girls opposite her
neatly withdrew and retreated. As they parted, a little loli with short blonde hair, who was in the leader's position,
slung her water gun over her shoulder, pricked up her eyelids, and mocked the several soaking wet little ones: "We won't
stoop to the level of kids who haven't even reached level 60 and only know how to go on expeditions every day! After all, you're the logistics team, so
obediently do your job of collecting resources every day, and maybe the Admiral will give you a chance to go out to sea and fight...
Haha! Goodbye, Sixth Expeditionary Fleet~" "Pomegranate! You little rascal... I'll prove you wrong! The Sixth Destroyer Fleet is 　　the strongest destroyer fleet
in the West Naval Base , the Z-series is no match for us!" 　　The destroyer who called herself "Akatsuki-sama" swam back to the edge of the pool, looking at 　　the umbrella-wielding girls who were smiling at them with a serious and expectant expression, and voiced her inner desire. 　　"Yamato-nee, let's go out to sea!" 　　"Eh? What?" 　　"I said let's go out to sea! Let's go to the Abyssal Fleet base closest to the naval base and have some fun!" 　　Seeing the loli's determination, the umbrella-wielding girl felt uneasy, her eyes darting away from the four 　　loli's hopeful gazes.

"No, there's no need to be so angry... We're all partners in the same fleet, aren't we? Isn't it
natural for everyone to have their own roles..."
Seeing Yamato's somewhat evasive gaze, a little girl in the pool looked quite dissatisfied, pouting and turning
her head to the other side. She looked like an ordinary child who had been bullied outside, but whose older sister refused to help her get justice when she got home. Her
cheeks were puffed up with anger, and she stubbornly stabbed her most innocent thoughts into
the soft bridal chamber of the umbrella-wielding girl.
"Hmph... Yamato-neechan probably got used to being a hotel before. She's even less timid than us
kids. It's such a waste to give you such a noble ship outfit... After all, she's just a hotel-class battleship for decoration
..."
"Yamato is not a hotel!"
Due to historical reasons, the umbrella-wielding sister, whose sore spot had been touched, excitedly shouted out her inner thoughts. However
, after venting, Yamato was still rubbing the hem of her clothes, looking hesitant.
"But...but Admiral Doug told me I have to undergo Miss Bismarck's pre-battle training first...
before...before I can go to sea..."
"Aaaaaah! I can't take it anymore!"
The eldest of the four sisters, a loli, leaped out of the swimming pool, shook off the water droplets on her body next to Yamato
, and cried out in anguish while grabbing her hair, "Not only are we being suppressed by the Z-class destroyers, but Yamato-nee, are you
going to listen to the lectures and orders of the German ship crew? What about our honor?! Why do we have to be
treated like this?! I don't care anymore, Hibiki, Ikazuchi, Inazuma, get your ship equipment ready immediately, let's go play at the nearest deep-sea base!"
"Whoa whoa! Let's go!"
"Wait a minute...!"
Yamato's attempts to stop them were useless. The lolis happily equipped their ship equipment, which was full of torpedoes, and
ran off towards the gate of the naval base.
"What...what should we do...letting these kids go out alone...Yamato is really worried
..."
The girl was torn between two conflicting thoughts, but the urgent situation and a glimmer of hope prevailed, ultimately leading
the older sister holding the umbrella to make the wrong judgment.
"It's just the waters near the naval base...it should be fine, right? Even if Yamato isn't fully trained yet, she should
n't be in danger..."
Yamato adjusted her ship's equipment; ample ammunition and sturdy armor, coupled with the
increased fighting spirit ignited by her long period of standby and recuperation, put her in peak condition. It could be said that Yamato was now
confident enough to go to the deep sea alone, without any fear of encountering insurmountable problems.
"This time...this time Yamato will be reckless! When Admiral Doug returns, Yamato will apologize to him properly
."
The girl strengthened her resolve, quickly catching up with the other girls and heading with them towards the naval base's
only outlet to the sea.
"Then Yamato will be your flagship. I'll protect everyone from harm!"
"Wow! That's great, Yamato-nee, you finally figured it out! Let's go! IJN Mixed Fleet, set sail!"
The sun had already set, and the gently rippling waves on the sea exuded a chilling blue-black aura, which jolted
Yamato, who was going to sea for the first time. It was a strange feeling—despite having the largest caliber main guns,
the strongest armor, and the most powerful boilers,
Yamato felt no ease whatsoever compared to those children who were playing in the water as if on a picnic. She even felt a little scared.
"Um... are you still going to advance? We've already destroyed two patrols of the Abyssal Fleet."
Yamato gently stroked her main guns, checking the remaining ammunition and the extent of damage to her armor: enough ammunition
, undamaged armor, everything was as she had expected. For an ultimate battleship that was only deployed in the later stages of the war
, a few light cruisers and destroyers were indeed no match for her powerful firepower.
"What are you saying, Yamato-nee! Their lair is right in front of us! How can we just retreat like this
?!"
Several little girls surrounded her, pushing hard against the tall girl's waist, trying to force
the battleship-big sister to charge into the enemy lines with their ship's engines. However, even with the combined strength of the four of them, Yamato remained unmoved, causing the
children to grit their teeth and strain, their little feet kicking up splashes of water.
"No, no! I didn't say we had to go back!"
Yamato reluctantly turned around, stopping the little girls' pointless actions.
"I just have a bad feeling... Since we've already had so much fun,
how about we call it a day?"
"No~! I want to fight the boss! I want an S rank!"
Except for one little girl who calmly tugged at Yamato's sleeve and shook her head, the other kids had already used
the most effective tactic for minors to blackmail adults—ignore everything else, just do what they wanted
first, activating their ship rigging and charging straight towards a nearby light, completely ignoring Yamato's pleas.
"Yamato-nee... we... we really want to fight a boss of the Dean's caliber... even if it's just in
the waters closest to the naval base."
Seeing the child beside her, who even while on a battle, still clutching her books, Yamato's heart softened. Every
warship wants to sail and fight on the high seas... even if the end result is sinking into the deep sea, rather than
spending its life lazily strolling on a calm sea like a yacht, ultimately lying rusted
in a museum—what a tragedy that would be! Yamato had no idea, but if she retreated here today,
such a scene would likely haunt her nightmares...
"I understand, let's hurry and catch up, don't let them advance alone."
Amidst the grinding of metal gears and the clanking of chains, Yamato adjusted her main guns
to maximum range, started the engine, and caught up with the three lolis ahead alongside the literary girl.
"Akatsuki, scout the enemy fleet composition and report their deployment to me!"
"Yes, Yamato-nee! The enemy has a light cruiser, a heavy cruiser, an aircraft carrier, and... wait! That..."
"No...isn't that guy a special type of ship from the Deep Sea Fleet?! How could he be here?!"
Before Xiaoxue could finish speaking, a bright red beam of light
shot straight towards the ship girls who were still standing there from the other side of the sea. Seeing that the unsuspecting lolis were about to be blasted into
dust by this powerful beam weapon, Yamato quickly pulled the lolis into her arms and used her sturdy ship turret
to withstand the terrifying beam!
"Boom!"
"Ugh!!"
As expected of the most powerful warship of the old IJN, Yamato was directly hit by this unknown beam of light. She felt
as if she had been bombarded by a small-caliber cannon. Although it didn't hurt much,
the heat transmitted through the armor almost burned the girl. At this moment, the turret of Yamato that was exposed to the attack was almost completely
melted by the high temperature. The original black armor coating had fallen off, revealing the molten iron inside that was glowing red and was dripping steam
onto the water. It was likely that this main gun would be of no use in the battle to come.
The high-temperature explosion created a mist that filled the air, obscuring the view of the girls.
Despite the presence of Yamato, a powerful caregiver, Akatsuki remained uneasy. She huddled in Yamato
's arms, trembling uncontrollably, and cried out, "It's him…it's definitely that terrifying warship
! A few days ago, he single-handedly destroyed six of our ships, including Helena's! It must be him
again!! How terrifying…that guy…so terrifying!"
Akatsuki's emotions spread like a virus, quickly infecting the girls. The four children were like
cubs trapped in their own nest, their legs trembling at the mere sound of wild beasts outside.
"What... a ship?"
Yamato forced herself to turn her head, looking at the location where the red flash had not yet faded.
Before her previous confusion had subsided, she saw an extremely fast figure streak across the sea, leaving two violent splashes as it hurtled towards her. The figure was
not only ghostly fast, but it also created multiple afterimages during its high-speed movement, severely interfering with Yamato's radar and making it
impossible for her to determine the true location of the ship girl before her.
"So, we have no choice but to launch a barrage of fire... Sixth Destroyer Fleet! Prepare twin-mounted torpedoes immediately! Aim at
the target area for area-of-effect strikes!"
Perhaps it was Yamato's calm words that dispelled the fear in the hearts of the girls, or perhaps it was the instinct of a warship
, but the Sixth Destroyer Fleet immediately entered combat mode upon hearing the order. They
lowered the twin-mounted torpedoes hanging from their thighs and aimed them at the constantly flashing high-speed ship. Amidst the girls' roars, more than a dozen torpedoes
were launched simultaneously towards the opposite side. The spray from the propellers at the tail of these death arrows spread like a white carpet across the
unknown warship!
"Please! Torpedo, hit me!"
The torpedo collided with the unknown ship right before Yamato and the others' eyes, resulting in a violent explosion.
Although these elementary school students weren't particularly skilled in artillery fire, Yamato was full of confidence when it came to launching torpedoes for night battles. Just one
torpedo, let alone an aircraft carrier battle group, even a super battleship of the Dean's caliber wouldn't be able to withstand it!
"But... why... is the other side completely unharmed?"
That's right, the strange ship burst out of flames in the explosion and continued charging towards them.
Only when it got this close could Yamato see the ship's true form—the ship girl piloting its rigging was
the light cruiser-type girl she had seen in the encyclopedia before. However, her rigging was not the standard
equipment of the Abyssal Fleet. The armor was angular, and the cannons were not concentrated. It was completely different from the ship rigging design concept she knew
... This was a suit of armor, a high-tech combat suit, definitely not the rigging left behind by the ship girl's original body
!
"Your previous attacks only hit my afterimage... How pathetic."
While the five warships of the naval base stood there in astonishment, the unknown light cruiser had already closed to within ten meters of the group
, and ejected some kind of weapon from its waist, aiming its cannon at
the girls who had not yet made any move to dodge or parry.
"The territory of the Abyssal Fleet... will not tolerate your insolence any longer! Now I will show you
the power of the Holy Armament bestowed upon me by my master, the King of the Abyssal Fleet!"
A pink beam shot out, sweeping across the group in front of her. Yamato had already witnessed
the power of this weapon, and without hesitation, she used another intact turret to block the attack. Unexpectedly
, this pink beam was completely incomparable to the previous bright red beam,
leaving only a shallow crater on the girl's ship armor, without even a wisp of smoke.
Could it be... that the two beam attacks were not launched by the same ship? The girl with the umbrella
was filled with doubt.
After a round of beam cannon fire, the unknown light cruiser's weapons seemed to be cooling down. Several loli girls quickly pulled out
the remaining torpedoes and seized the opportunity when the enemy couldn't retaliate to continue their attack. At this time, the two ships were very close, and
the torpedoes hit the unknown light cruiser's hull almost before they reached their maximum acceleration in the water. The violent explosion
even splashed water onto the faces of the naval base's personnel. Seeing that their attack had hit, the loli girls finally
swept away their fear and clapped their hands triumphantly, laughing loudly: "How about it? Deep-sea bastard!
How was my big torpedo? You'll become experience points for our Sixth Destroyer Fleet right here!"
The water returned to calm, and Yamato looked closely. The unknown light cruiser's armor was already badly damaged. Several
gun barrels were twisted and deformed, and the important armor plates could no longer cover the pale body of the light cruiser girl. The girl
stood there generously, watching her ship equipment being blasted to pieces by the torpedoes, and even seemed to be somewhat pleased, as if talking to herself,
without the slightest trace of a defeated expression.
"Heavily damaged again, now the Admiral can pamper me properly again~ Hey! ZZ! Why
aren't you here yet! I'm about to be sunk by the enemy!"
The unseen light cruiser's composure caused the sixth-destroyer crew to forget about finishing off the enemy, turning their gazes directly to
the heavily damaged light cruiser girl behind her. There, they saw a ship with extremely heavy rigging, its body covered in various armor plates...
The bulky, sturdy ship girl, resembling a black, overweight man, slowly caught up with the light cruiser in front of them. When she was not far from them,
she opened the hatch on her chest and launched dozens of mini-missiles, forcing the ship girl to frantically
raise her Phobos anti-aircraft machine gun and detonate it to spray bullets at the barrage.
"You're a special light cruiser with enhanced speed, and I've been armored! How could I possibly catch you! Next time
you disregard your master's orders and recklessly advance like this, I will never protect you again!"
The light cruiser alone was already unexpectedly difficult to deal with; now, with an extremely heavily armored
heavy cruiser appearing, even the strongest battleship in the former IJN was beginning to panic.
"Main gun, fire!"
"Boom!"
Yamato didn't waste any words. She still had a nearly intact main gun rigging, filled with
the Type 91 armor-piercing shells that had just been assigned to her. The metallic grinding sound of the 460mm main gun being transferred and its elevation adjusted reassured the girl.
After aiming the gun muzzle at the black heavy cruiser blocking the way for the abyssal light cruiser, Yamato decisively pulled the trigger. The huge
recoil and the weight imbalance caused by the damaged rigging almost made the girl fall over. Fortunately, the two lolis immediately protected her
rear. Several ships looked at the flash of the explosion on the other side, trying to confirm whether their attack had been effective.
"Did we... take them down?"
The smoke from the Type 91 armor-piercing shells hadn't yet dissipated when the voice of the heavy cruiser from before echoed through the smoke:
"Ah...it hurts...it hurts so much...you're really something...the human naval base's ship girls."
Although the lines sounded like a show of weakness, the obsequious tone made it seem more like
a mockery of the Yamato's firepower. As the smoke cleared, the ship girls could finally see clearly—the Abyssal
heavy cruiser named zz held up her thick armored shield in front of her, the smooth black shield bearing only a
light gray mark and some metal fragments from shrapnel. The Abyssal heavy cruiser hiding behind the shield and the heavily damaged, nearly
sunk Abyssal light cruiser were completely unharmed.
Even one of the most powerful firepowers in the later stages of World War II couldn't inflict
any damage on this unknown type of ship...
"Now, it's our turn."
The deep-sea special-equipped heavy cruiser concealed the heavily damaged light cruiser behind it, raised
its arm—almost as thick as a destroyer's waist—and held up the fixed twin-barreled beam rifle, aiming at the helpless
naval task force.
"Beam charging takes 10 seconds. This may be your time to leave your last words, or to pray and repent."
The battleship's guns couldn't penetrate the enemy's armor, and the destroyer's torpedoes were exhausted. At this point, Yamato and the several
destroyer lolis had no way to fight back or escape. The elementary school girls cried unwillingly,
hugging Yamato's long legs even tighter. Their slender arms had little strength, but they squeezed Yamato
painfully.
"I'm sorry... Yamato failed to protect you... Yamato, you've let everyone down again
... I'm so sorry..."
The girl holding the umbrella gave up resisting, loosened her ship rigging restraints, and knelt down to wipe away
the tears of the little girls.
"Actually... being sunk by a weapon like that, the pain is only momentary, it won't last long."
"Yamato-nee... Waaah..."
Tears mixed with seawater were wiped onto Yamato's chest and shoulders. The four children also gave up
the will to survive. In this desperate situation, they removed the torpedo launchers and the island superstructure, trying to freeze their last memories
in the moment of reuniting with their loved ones.
"It seems you're ready. Well then... farewell, everyone from the human naval base!"
A crimson beam of light burst from the muzzle, and even the afterglow reflected in the water stung Yamato's already wet eyes
.
Was Yamato going to be killed by such a weapon?
Was Yamato just such a ship, always
sinking completely with overwhelming enemy superiority the moment it appeared, utterly powerless to fight back?
Is the Yamato really the strongest battleship in the IJN?
Even though the Yamato is so useless, why does everyone say that, and why do they consider
it the pride of the military and the nation?
"The so-called strongest... is first and foremost self-acceptance..."
"Without the confidence and domineering spirit to conquer the world, no matter how advanced the ship equipment or how fierce the cannons, you
are nothing more than a sheep with fangs, forever incomparable to a lion or tiger..."
"Now, you will show me what it means to be the strongest!"
Yamato, who had already lost her will to fight, vaguely heard these words coming from behind her. The girl turned around and,
in the intense beam of light, she saw an incomparably majestic figure standing in front of her, using a large golden
cleaver to reflect the indestructible beam cannon back. Amidst the ear-piercing explosions and the groans of the two ships opposite
, the majestic figure shouldered the cleaver and shouted at the distant sea: "
The rats that our Z-Fleet has been chasing for a week, come out and die!"
The figure who blocked the fatal attack for Yamato and even injured the enemy was a blonde
ship girl wearing red noble clothes and an eyepatch over one eye. This young girl not only wore imposing ship rigging,
but the cleaver she wielded—unrelated to naval combat—also exuded an aura of dominance. For some reason, standing behind her, Yamato
felt a sense of security; the previous near-death experience vanished completely, replaced by a surge
of fighting spirit. She picked up the damaged ship rigging floating on the water and resolutely addressed the blonde figure
, "Yamato can fight too… Please let Yamato lend you a hand!"
"Good eyes. Even tender plum blossoms bloom in the cold wind. Don't run away from your
difficulties; only by overcoming them can we know where our limits truly lie."
The blonde figure snapped his fingers. A maid and another royal knight stood on either
side of him, their fighting spirit almost overflowing. They looked at the two Abyssal Fleet members, rendered immobile by their beam weapons
, like tigers that hadn't eaten for days, greedily eyeing their prey.
The sight sent chills down the spines of the two already battered ships.
"We don't like hide-and-seek, but... that doesn't mean we're bad at it."
The blonde ship girl casually toyed with the blade of her machete,
the faint sound of her fingernails scraping against the blade grating on her ears.
"Your so-called cutting-edge technology in the Deep Sea Fleet, while powerful, is nothing but a gimmick that even a child could counter—your beam rifles 　　are a joke
if you use something reflective to block ." 　　The blonde girl approached the two ships, holding the machete to her right, seemingly ready 　　to execute them herself. 　　"It will take me ten seconds to get to you; that may be your time to leave your last words, or to pray and repent 　　." 　　The girl mocked them smugly. Although the two ships were battered, their weapons ineffective, 　　and their thrusters seemingly malfunctioning, preventing them from retreating, they calmly stared at the blonde girl, uttering 　　words she hadn't expected. 　　"In thirty seconds, you'll be leaving this area with your tails between your legs. Our cat-and-mouse game... 　　is probably not over yet!" 　　"They say 'a dying man's words are good'... I never thought a ship girl would utter such 　　insane talk that she herself doesn't believe before sinking. It's truly laughable." 　　The moonlight was bright, and the sea was shrouded in its glow, the dark blue water shimmering with white light. The blonde girl was now 　　on the water, holding a machete, slowly rotating the turrets of her ship's rigging. The six huge cannons were almost touching 　　the faces of the two deep-sea ship girls. Her killing intent was like a sharp bayonet, already piercing the deep-sea heavy cruiser's pretty face, 　　but it did not make her waver in the slightest. 　　"You have 25 seconds left to retreat." 　　"I'll remember this joke. Goodbye." 　　The Prince of Wales almost immediately pressed the cannon's trigger, but a maid swiftly stopped him: 　　"Your Highness, we must retreat now! Don't worry about them!" 　　The Prince of Wales turned around in confusion, only to see, besides the head maid and the Royal Knight, three other ship girls 　　standing not far away, covering their ears with their fingers. The blonde girl in white, the leader, 　　shouted incredulously to the ships engaged in battle with the Abyssal Fleet: "Carrier-based aircraft! Radar has reached the Abyssal Fleet's carrier-based 　　aircraft! They're rushing this way!" 　　"Carrier-based aircraft? Isn't it dark now? How did they manage that?" 　　Yamato was quite surprised upon hearing the report from the carrier girls behind her. In this world, neither the Abyssal 　　Fleet nor the human naval bases currently possessed the ability to take off and land aircraft at night. If 　　what the carrier girl behind her said was true, then within minutes, their ships would lose air 　　superiority and become sitting ducks under the bombing of the Abyssal Fleet. Forget about counterattacking; even escaping this sea area would be uncertain 　　. 　　"We've seen many strange things happen these past few days. Being bothered by sparrows in the middle of the night 　　is really unlucky..." 　　The blonde ship girl sheathed her machete, looked at the twinkling starlight rising into the distance, and 　　said to those behind her without turning her head, "No matter how fast we are, we can't escape the attack range of carrier-based bombers. For your 　　safety, I, as the flagship of the Hunting Fleet, now order you: retreat immediately. I will cover your retreat." 　　"Your Highness!" 　　The blonde girl raised her hand to stop the two loyal attendants behind her from advising her. With one hand holding the white 　　hair of the heavy cruiser, and the other directing the turret to aim at another light cruiser, she said confidently, "Don't worry, I don't 　　do things I'm not sure of... Even in the worst-case scenario, I still have two hostages in my hands. I believe that cowardly 　　bastard won't dare to act recklessly... You just retreat. As long as I hold out here until dawn, their death is nigh 　　!" 　　Yamato couldn't see what expression the figure in front of her was wearing, but under the moonlight, the blonde ship 　　girl facing the slowly approaching flock of crows exuded not only the heroic spirit of fighting to the death, but also a hint of tragic grandeur. It was 　　as if the girl was fighting against her fate, fighting against gods and Buddhas, willing to give her life to 　　carry out her will to the end. 　　"This time... I absolutely will not lose again! Come on! Let me see if the aircraft carriers of the Deep Sea Fleet 　　... can bear the shackles of fate!" 　　"So what happened next?" 　　In your naval base admiral's office, several disheveled elementary school students and tall 　　girls, their ship uniforms tattered, are being interrogated by you under bright lights. 　　"Later... later His Highness the Prince of Wales covered the retreat alone, and we 　　withdrew under the cover of Miss Renown and Miss Vanguard... I'm sorry, Admiral Doug." 　　Your fingers trembled uncontrollably with anger, the red and blue pencils in your hand clicking loudly, frightening 　　the German sisters standing behind you into not daring to ask for any more details. 　　"Now go to the repair shop for rapid repairs to heal your injuries... After you're repaired, the Sixth Destroyer Fleet 　　will be confined for a week, and your computers, cell phones, and other entertainment devices will be confiscated for a month! During this period, your daily expeditionary mission bonuses will increase by 　　50%! Battleship Yamato will be confined until I contact Matsuryu to bring you back! Do you have any objections?" Several ship 　　girls who had nearly lost their lives in the deep sea for their mistakes lowered their heads, offering no objection to your punishment. 　　Seeing that they had admitted their wrongdoing, you waved for them to leave. 　　The ship girls closed the door to your office and left with heavy steps. You vigorously rubbed your already tired face, massaging the muscles, as if doing so could 　　improve 　　your mood . 　　"Commander... I believe His Highness the Prince of Wales is not a reckless person. If what Yamato said is true, 　　with two hostages in his hands, it wouldn't be difficult for him to escape." 　　In the office where only the three of you were present, Bismarck, abandoning his usual iron-blooded war god demeanor, walked behind you 　　and gently massaged your temples. This battlefield flower, who didn't know how to please men, could only 　　try to relieve your inner turmoil in this way.

"Bismarck, you don't know... Big Brother's ship is usually very rational and objective, but once
it encounters an enemy aircraft carrier in battle... sigh, never mind, that's her fate."
"Then what about Yamato? Commander, do you really want Admiral Matsuru to take her back? You know, although we
don't lack battleships now, it's always good to have more combat power, it's not like we can't afford to support her."
Tirpitz, unusually, didn't lounge on the sofa behind you playing video games, but obediently squatted down
to massage your legs, relieving the fatigue from your previous battle at the karaoke bar.
"What use is she? She knows nothing about the rules of naval warfare, her ship equipment upgrades are zero, not to mention her level and
training... I'm afraid Matsuru hasn't let her touch a drop of seawater since the day he got her."
You recalled Yamato's pretty face and slender figure, and couldn't help but think of the joke you saw while browsing the forum
: "Seeking a sugar daddy! Ability: Eating." Special skill: Eating 5 bowls of rice. However, the positive reviews gained from joking and acting cute online
don't apply to your naval base. If a ship girl is only good for having an exceptionally large supply capacity and nothing else,
then she will either become enhancement material or be dismantled by the admiral. No one is willing to use precious resources to support such
a glutton.
"If this is truly her first time at sea, then Miss Yamato must have been quite frightened
... I think perhaps the commander should go and see her, sit with her for a while, just like you did for our first time
at sea."
Is that so? Should I do that...?
Bismarck's words leave you hesitant. Should you show some concern for this somewhat clumsy girl who has caused trouble since her arrival
, or should you treat her like a stranger from now on, as if she never existed as a ship?
(Multiple choice)
a. Go and show her some concern.
b. Forget it, just quickly return this vase to Matsuryu.
For those who chose option B, two days later you will return Yamato to the reception ship girl under Admiral Matsuryu's command. During
the "Major Incident," without Admiral Matsuryu's protection, you were killed in action by the Dark Lord of the Abyssal Fleet
. (See later for details; spoilers not possible now.)
For those who chose option A, you nodded upon hearing Bismarck's opinion, stood up, straightened your
clothes, and strode out of your office. Under the moonlight, you arrived at the battleship's dormitory.
After struggling internally for a long time, you finally knocked on the door of the girl holding the umbrella.
"Yamato-chan, are you asleep?"
"Not yet... Please come in, Admiral."
Receiving an affirmative answer, you opened the door and saw the girl sitting on a small stool in front of the bed, gazing at the calm
sea. Her expression was neither sad nor joyful; compared to Yamato's usual quiet and composed demeanor,
it seemed more like the relief and serenity of having relinquished something.
"I'm sorry to have caused you so much trouble... If Yamato could have stopped those children,
none of my fleet colleagues would have risked their lives today..."
Having already given Yamato the order to be dealt with, you didn't know what to say, so you took out a cigarette and lighter from your pocket,
trying to use nicotine to clear your muddled brain.
"That ship girl named Prince of Wales is really amazing... Just standing behind her, Yamato felt
like nothing could hurt her. Even though her ship equipment is a bit inferior to Yamato's, Yamato still relies on her for protection.
It's a bit embarrassing." "Prince of Wales is the most powerful warship in our naval base, without a doubt 　　. It's only natural
that Yamato feels inferior to her ." 　　You blew smoke rings towards the bright window in front of you, watching the smoke hit the glass and spread into large circles, gradually thinning, and 　　casually continued chatting with Yamato. 　　"After you return to Admiral Matsuru, ask her for sorties as often as possible. As long as you undergo some training, 　　you will definitely grow into an excellent battleship. I believe you have that potential..." 　　"Yamato won't be going back." 　　The girl's words startled you. You turned around abruptly to look at 　　the battleship girl who seemed to have seen through the rest of her life and was no longer willing to force anything, listening to her next words. 　　"Since its birth... Yamato has always dreamed of going to sea, even if it doesn't fight. Just being on the sea 　　, feeling the sea breeze, and listening to the cries of seagulls, Yamato felt that its life as a battleship had some meaning 　　... But, Yamato only causes trouble for others, incurs their disgust, and brings danger to them... Kaga 　　told me that we were born a mistake, and now Yamato understands Kaga's thoughts." 　　"Perhaps I should unload my ship equipment and open a small inn near our naval base, providing a place for passing travelers 　　to rest. That would be the true meaning of Yamato's existence in this world..." 　　"Yamato... is no longer worthy of being a battleship." 　　At this point, tears finally streamed down the girl's cheeks. Accompanied by soft sobs, Yamato tightly 　　gripped the hem of her skirt, closed her eyes, and stood up, seemingly wanting to bid farewell to the picturesque seascape before her 　　. However, the girl's body had just taken a step when she was tightly embraced by an arm, unable to move. 　　"When I first became admiral, I almost sank my initial ship, Fubuki." 　　Yamato was very tall. You held the girl in your arms, pressing her head against your shoulder, 　　doing your best to give her a place to lean on, a place to vent her frustrations. Her tears 　　flowed as her sorrow seeped out, softening your serious and resolute military uniform with a touch of girlish vulnerability. 　　"Back then, I knew nothing. I spent a few years at military academy and then went straight to the front lines as the fleet's supreme commander 　　. Ironically, I couldn't even distinguish between destroyers and battleships. All I knew was expeditions and 　　missions, and then I'd go to the factory to gamble on big-breasted beauties I'd only seen in the data. I was like a good-for-nothing, a complete scoundrel 　　, despised by everyone." 　　Yamato opened her eyes in surprise, trying to break free from your embrace. However, a masculine aura and a sense of 　　security from being protected rendered her almost powerless to move. Only when she realized she was already intimately connected with you 　　did she weakly protest with words, clinging to her last bit of dignity. 　　"Admiral... please let me go..."

"One day... I sent a few elementary school students to do a mission in 1-4 to see if they could salvage
warships like the Nelson sisters or Sirius. Not long after they left,
news came that a destroyer was badly damaged."
You ignored Yamato's reaction and just wanted to finish telling your story.
"Do you know what I was thinking back then? I thought, 'Elementary school kids have such high evasion, even if they get heavily
damaged, it won't matter...' So, that was the worst decision I ever made."
"Luckily, I had a damage control team under the governor. After the others rescued Fubuki
, who was covered in blood, I knelt on the ground and wailed, hoping to resign as admiral to atone for my mistake... until a
woman stood in front of me and slapped me awake. I realized: to succeed in anything, the first step is to
experience failure that almost makes you give up. Without this kind of failure, even if you achieve some results, it's only
temporary. Like a stack of blocks that's been piled up very high, you can only stack it higher next time after it collapses."
"Admiral... you..."
You released Yamato's body and took a step back, looking at the girl in front of you who was a little shy because of contact with the opposite sex.
You couldn't help but feel affection for her, and you weren't as angry as when you first heard that she had caused trouble.
"Perhaps I should give you another chance, just like the ship girls who chose to give me another chance back then
... Yamato, are you willing to be a battleship in our Western Naval Base, conquering cities and slaying enemies for me?"
You gently touched the heart-shaped chain around Yamato's neck, silently chanting: "Word of Power: Force
Unlock!" With a gasp of surprise from the girl, the heart-shaped chain trembled uncontrollably, finally shattering into two pieces that fell at her
feet.
"The choice... is entirely up to you."
Releasing Admiral Matsuryu from the girl's bond, you held a ring symbolizing the Western Naval Base ship girl's medal
in your hand, entrusting the remaining time to the tall girl, allowing her to find
her true feelings after her initial excitement subsided.
"Yamato...can we really take up our ship equipment again and return to the high seas?"
"Yes...uh, but you have to undergo Bismarck's naval warfare training first...mmm!"
The tall girl suddenly pounced into your arms, gently wrapping her slender arms around your head, her fingers gently scratching
your hair, which felt very comfortable and made you feel a little infatuated. The 26mm gun, which had been tired all day,
even showed signs of arousal under the stimulation of the girl's unfamiliar body fragrance.
"Thank you... Admiral Doug... From now on... you'll be my only admiral... Yamato will
study hard and become someone who can help you as soon as possible, someone who will be the pride of your fleet!"
You and the girl with the umbrella were about the same height. You were embracing tightly, and although your skin wasn't touching,
the girl's hot body was still visible through the thin fabric between you. Your heavy
breathing and the 26mm gun's growing erection made Yamato feel uneasy. The girl released her arms
and looked down, only to see a large bulge in the crotch of your military trousers. The object that had been rubbing against her inner thigh
was your massive, masculine gun. The girl shyly hid to the side, unable to look directly at
you.
"Ahem! Well, that's enough for tonight... Although I've given you a grounding order,
Bismarck will come here to teach you. I'll check on your progress every day... Goodnight,
my future pillar of the fleet."
"P-Please wait a moment!"
Just as you turned to leave, the girl struggled for a long time before finally calling out to you. You turned back and
saw her adjusting her breathing until she calmed down before summoning a courage she hadn't shown during the battle.
She said to you, "Yamato can't help in the battle right now... but at least... at least Yamato can help the Admiral
relieve some of his fatigue and release some pent-up desires... Please, please use Yamato's body and
let Yamato bring you some pleasure!"
Before you could refuse, the girl knelt down in front of you, unzipped your pants, and took out
the cannon that had already been fired multiple times that day. The strong, fishy smell made Yamato frown. You felt a little
embarrassed, but you couldn't bring yourself to say something like, "I'll go take a shower first," which implied what was going to happen.
So you just stood there and watched what the battleship girl with the single ponytail would do next.
"Well... Yamato, it's time to begin."
The girl overcame her fear of male masculinity, her hand trembling as she reached out and
grasped your thick barrel. At the same time, she extended her tongue, gently twitching the fleshy ridges of the barrel, stimulating you to gradually enter
the rhythm of your usual play with ship girls. You became more relaxed with this beautiful stranger you'd only met twice
.
"Hmm... you're doing very well... come on, take it in."
You wrapped the girl's smooth ponytail around your fingers, securing it, and gently
pushed her cheek towards your hips. Under your actions, the inexperienced girl could only obediently open her mouth,
hold her breath, and feel the huge foreign object filling her mouth and impacting her throat.
"Yes... that's it, be good... don't hold your breath, I'll do it for a long time."
"Hmm~ um~ yes... Admiral..."
You slowly moved in and out of your barrel, carefully savoring the wonder of the girl's mouth. Yamato's mouth was hot.
It was her first time engaging in oral sex, and the girl was quite inexperienced, not even knowing how to use her tongue. You
thrust in and out, helping her get used to the sensation, while simultaneously instructing her on how to please a man. Soon, Yamato mastered
some techniques, loading your "ammunition." Amidst the friction of wet saliva, she exclaimed, "So, Yamato-chan
, you're not stupid after all! If you put in the same amount of effort you use to serve me, learning how to fight at sea will be a piece of cake
… Yes, lick that tube under my gun barrel with your tongue… that's the important channel for transporting ammunition… as long as
you're willing to lick it diligently with your tongue… Ohhh!!! I can't take it anymore! It's coming!"
Receiving your affirmation, the girl, under your guidance, frequently scraped your ammunition tube with the tip of her tongue, experiencing such stimulation…
Driven by rage, you couldn't resist the urge to fire. You grabbed Yamato's ponytail and pressed the 26mm cannon directly against the girl's throat
. Amidst her mournful whimpers like a wounded mother animal, you washed her esophagus with thick, foul fluid
, pouring your own filth into Yamato's belly, declaring your possession of this warship.
Only after your desires had been temporarily satisfied did you pull the still-erect 26mm cannon from the girl's
mouth, which was already stretched taut, and release her ponytail. You then took a handkerchief from your pocket and
handed it to her.
"If you feel uncomfortable, just spit it out, it's okay."
"N-no...it's okay...Yamato is alright..."
The girl stubbornly insisted on swallowing the remaining saliva in her mouth, her face flushed with a dazed
blush from lack of oxygen. She slumped on the ground, looked up at you pitifully, and asked, "Admiral...is it comfortable? Do you want to
...go all the way with Yamato?"
Of course, you weren't satisfied with the mouth of the strongest battleship, Yamato .
You picked up the girl who was slumped on the ground and placed her on the bed. Gazing into her eyes, your hands began to nimbly unbutton her clothes.
"Of course, I don't have the habit of satisfying myself while leaving my partner feeling unsatisfied."
The girl's full breasts bounced open the unbuttoned clothes. You grasped a group of
soft, papaya-like fingers and kneaded them forcefully, while your index fingernail gently brushed against the girl's already erect
nipples. Amidst the girl's shy moans, you began the training to make the ship girl obedient.
"Yamato-chan... I like you... not just as a battleship..."
Your skillful techniques have aroused Yamato's desire. In just one day, the girl's emotions
have fluctuated wildly, experiencing great joy and sorrow. Now, with a man by her side to rely on, even a simple confession
has successfully opened the girl's heart, making her heart flutter. She places all her feelings on
the man in front of her who is playing with her body.
"Yamato... Yamato also loves the Admiral... Yamato is willing to give you everything... Mmm~ So comfortable~ Admiral
's fingers~ So amazing~"
The girl's innocence and docility pleased you greatly. The reason you love the JIJN ship girls so much, even though your
political stance conflicts with it, it can't stop you from loving them, is probably because once a JIJN ship girl falls in love
with you, she will always obey you. Even if you have three wives and four concubines, and a harem full of them, she won't have any objections. This
deeply ingrained concept of husband supremacy means you don't have to spend too much time thinking when you're making love with them, and you don't have to worry about
the harem getting into trouble or being labeled a scumbag... In short, JIJN ship girls are, in some ways, the most useful.
"Let me see if the little ship that just arrived here today is ready because of my caresses
... Oh~ As expected of the strongest battleship! Yamato-chan, your panties are already soaked..."
You deftly took off the girl's panties and smelled them under your nose. Under the influence of lust
, the soft clothing, with its slightly fishy and sweaty smell, excited you immensely. Your
26mm cannon, already fired once, adjusted its elevation again, becoming as hard as iron, seemingly awaiting your command.
"Admiral... Yamato is ready...anytime...to receive your favor..."
The girl curled her long, beautiful legs into an "M" shape, parting the folds of her flesh at her anus to reveal
the slippery, moist flesh inside, calling out to you passionately.
"Please...be Yamato's only master...Admiral..."
Under Yamato's temptation, you naturally stripped off your clothes, pressing your hard cannon against the girl
's body. One hand supporting your body, the other guiding your 26mm cannon back and forth at her anus, until Yamato gasped for breath
, her hands gripping the sheets tightly, twisting with force. Satisfied, you squeezed your lubricated
cannon into the girl's cavity, the fuel lubricating it completely inside.
"Bear with it, Yamato-chan... It'll hurt a little at first... Hmm?"
As you thrust your 26mm cannon deeper, you don't feel any resistance. Your bodies are
so tightly intertwined that even a needle couldn't be inserted... Yet, you don't
feel any tearing at the girl's body.
"Uh... Yamato-chan, have you ever had sexual experience before?"
"N-no! Admiral, you're the only man I've ever truly accepted. Yamato has never
been like this with anyone else..."
With a hint of doubt, you thrust forward forcefully. Amidst the girl's soft moan, you feel as if you
've touched a thin membrane. That familiar sensation is fleeting, like a normal-sized man
jumping up to touch a backboard—just touching it, then falling back to the ground.
Could it be... that because Yamato is tall, her anus is longer than other ship girls'?
"Yamato-chan, if you feel uncomfortable, tell me immediately."
You were very confident in your length. Having made love with so many ship girls before, you'd never encountered
such an embarrassing problem as not being long enough. However, the reality was now staring you in the face. Although Yamato was aroused, your 26mm cannon
was fully inserted into the vagina of any ship girl, and none of them would be so comfortable… It seemed it was time to use
some methods to have a real cannon battle.
"Word of Power: Ruyi Jingu Bang!" As if afraid of being overheard, your voice was so low that only you could hear it.
However, Word of Power is the law of communication with the world; once spoken, the volume of the voice is irrelevant. You felt your
cannon slowly grow longer, another inch or more, until finally your cannon tip pressed against the hymen of the maiden's virginity, causing
her to shed tears of pain.
"Ugh! It hurts so much..."
Utilizing your extraordinary abilities, your 26mm gun successfully upgraded to the MK7,
a super naval gun specifically designed to target Yamato-class battleships. After the gun barrel plunged into the umbrella-wielding girl's sump, the hard muzzle
tore through her chastity barrier during boarding action, its scorching heat and arrogant force heading straight for the girl's ammunition magazine
door. The girl's cries of pain grew louder with each movement.
"Bear with it, Yamato-chan... This is how it is for every girl the first time."
You gently licked Yamato's trembling nipple while playing with the girl's deep red hair,
untying her cute electric probe hair clip and headband, letting her smooth hair sway with her slight struggles.
"I'll take it slow, I won't hurt you. If Yamato-chan feels uncomfortable anywhere, just tell me
."
"Yes... Admiral... please enjoy yourself..."
The girl frowned, biting her lips, her hands trembling as she wrapped them around your bare waist. It seemed that although
her body was fully mature and ready to be taken, the pain of her first time was still unbearable for her.
"Yamato-chan... your breasts are so soft... and so full... it makes me want to keep licking
them..."
With that, you lowered your head, slightly swaying your hips to widen the girl's opening, while using your
skillful oral techniques. Your tongue, like a nimble water snake, danced up and down Yamato's ( ) breasts,
washing her white, tender breasts until they glistened amidst the girl's increasingly pleasurable moans.
"Mmm~ Admiral~ You're so~ amazing~ Yamato~ Yamato is going to be conquered by your skills~ Ah~!
Bite gently~ Yamato will be broken by you~!"
"Hehe, Yamato-chan... how exactly... were you conquered?"
You've always enjoyed humiliating ship girls' dignity and exploring their inner desires in bed
. Although the girl in front of you wasn't familiar with you before, and she might even slap you and leave if you went too far
, this exciting and dangerous game didn't frighten you. Instead, it aroused your
desire to conquer. You wanted to prove that you were the master of these ship girls, the only master to whom they completely obeyed and devoted themselves, by training this first warship under Admiral Matsuryu into your flesh slave
.
"Yamato... I don't know... Yamato just... um... feels... Admiral... every time you touch
a part of Yamato's body... it feels like being electrocuted... um... so comfortable..."
The girl's voice became increasingly lewd with your teasing, and by the last syllable, it had become
a plea of pleasure. The pain of losing her virginity seemed to be the last painful memory for the girl. The time to come
would be the most beautiful first night for the girl, a time to go to the brothel with the person she loved,
laying the first foundation for her future happiness in extreme pleasure.
"Yamato-chan... I want you to say... you love me..."
You thrust vigorously, and with the lubrication of the sticky fuel, your movements were wilder than usual. The MK7
cannon brought almost double the pleasure of the 26-shot cannon in artillery battle—your movements were larger, faster, and
more powerful! Moreover, you hardly need to worry about the cannon slipping out of the drain during vigorous movement. This makes
your movements require almost no concentration; you can almost rely on gravity to repeatedly thrust, while simultaneously
using your mouth to attack the girl's (…) breasts, collarbone, earlobes, and other potentially sensitive areas. Under this
carpet-bombing attack, your commands seem like a hypnotic spell, causing the girl holding the umbrella to be involuntarily
controlled by you, involuntarily grabbing your hair, lovingly kissing your sweaty cheeks, and
whispering her feelings in your ear.
"Admiral~ Yamato loves you so much~ Love~ Ah~! Love~ I'm going crazy~ Yamato doesn't want to go back~ Yamato
wants to be with you forever~"
You pick up the girl, maintaining the inserted position, and sit on the stool by the window, with your back to the window,
keeping Yamato facing you. Slowly lower her straight and slender legs, letting her jade feet rest on the ground.
"I'm a little tired... Yamato-chan likes me so much... how about you do something?"
"Yes... yes~ Admiral~"
As your hands kneaded the tender flesh of the girl's stern, Yamato's sexy, slender toes touched the ground, and her legs
used the last bit of strength to lift slightly upwards. With a sizzling sound of slick fluid, the girl spat out half of your giant cannon
from the drain, and then, under your pressure, it slammed down. The grotesque fleshy ridges forced open the girl's delicate
ammunition magazine, and the girl, like a turkey skewered on an iron skewer, gasped for air,
her cries of pleasure filling the entire boudoir.
"Ahhh! It's too deep, Admiral! Your giant cannon is just too deep!"
"Hmph... If I don't go deeper like this... how can I satisfy you ship cargoes...
Before you learn how to fight at sea... you should first use your body to understand... how to withstand my bombardment for 10 minutes!"
With just one direct hit, Yamato's whole body stiffened, unable to continue
moving with her body pierced by your cannon. You had no choice but to support her smooth stern with both hands, using the strength of your arms to make the girl's body rise and fall.
The intense movements caused fuel to flow uncontrollably from the girl's drain, even forming a small puddle on the stool,
drawing out lewd threads with the girl's rising and falling movements.
"Mmm~ Ah~ Ah~ No~ Admiral~ It's too, too intense~ Have mercy on Yamato~ Yamato~ I'm going to be
broken by your~ giant cannon~ I'm going to~ I'm going to come~~~"
You felt that under the bombardment of the MK7 cannon, almost every few movements, a stream of
scorching fuel would leak from Yamato's body. The girl's strength was becoming increasingly exhausted with your torment. Before a hundred thrusts, the girl pressed against your chest
, letting her two glistening strawberries, played with by your tongue, rub against your chest, emitting
barely audible moans...
"Admiral is so amazing... Yamato has already... come several times because of you... really... can't take it anymore
..."
"Just bear with it a little longer... it'll be over soon..."
You've already experienced two double penetrations today. While the cannon battle with Yamato was exciting, your body's fatigue
no longer allows for prolonged enjoyment. Grabbing Yamato's soft hair, you pull her pretty
face up, thrusting forcefully in and out of your waist while licking her face and neck. Amidst her
weak resistance and faint moans, you plunge your cannon deep into her body. The MK7 cannon,
accelerated by its extra-long barrel, violently ejects Type 3 shells, the scorching liquid causing the girl to gasp in waves.
Finally, the girl collapsed her tall figure onto your strong body, letting out a satisfied moan.
You rested for a moment, then took out a cigarette from the inner pocket of your military uniform hanging on the back of the chair and lit it, calming your
almost completely exhausted body.
"Japanese women... are so comfortable to have sex with... the physical stimulation, the sense of conquest, the freedom to manipulate them at will
... are all better than those from other countries... looks like I can go find them more often in the future..."
After finishing your cigarette, you forced yourself to lift your most powerful ship, which you had played with until it fell asleep, and drifted off to sleep on her fragrant couch
, passing a peaceful night.
The next day, you felt yourself enveloped by an extremely comfortable and warm touch on your 26mm gun. You groggily
opened your eyes and saw the girl you had made love with the night before kneeling respectfully between your legs, vigorously moving
her head to swallow your cannon; this was the source of the comfortable feeling you had experienced earlier.
"Hmm...not bad, very comfortable...but, Yamato-chan, I need to go to the toilet first..."
The girl didn't let go of your cannon, but instead looked at you with seductive eyes, while using her hand to stroke your
cannon and scraping your already hard and red flesh with her tongue, tempting you to do something you never dared to think of
.
"If Admiral is willing... you can shoot your precious urine into Yamato's mouth..."
You had never dared to play this kind of "golden wine" game with other ship girls before, because no matter how good the relationship was,
such extreme humiliation would cause great damage to their mental health. However, the girl in front of you had just
been deflowered by you last night. In terms of feelings, she was not as firm as you and Akagi, and in terms of the level of shamelessness in training
, she was not as skilled as Nelson. She looked at you with full confidence, while also holding your cannon head in her mouth, indicating that you didn't need to care and could
use her as a urinal. You couldn't help but try it out and gently released
the restraints on your bladder muscles. Hot, smelly urine shot out from your urethra and sprayed into the girl's mouth at full speed
.
"Ugh!!! Glug~ Glug~ Glug~... Hmm~ Admiral~ Glug~ Your amount~ is really~ Glug~ so big...
"
You comfortably expelled your morning urine into the girl's small mouth, shivering with pleasure.
You pulled the girl, who was still struggling to swallow your urine, closer, lovingly stroking her hair and gently comforting her, "Yamato-chan...
you didn't have to do this... I already like you very much."
"Yamato isn't forcing me! Although... although Yamato has no experience in serving, Yamato has always been learning
how to serve her lover, so she does have some experience in this area..."
"Learn? Where did you learn? Who taught you?"
The girl nestled gently in your arms, stretching her body like a cat just waking up from a nap,
her eyes hazy as she whispered, "Admiral Matsuryu, of course~ When I was your secretary ship~ Admiral Matsuryu
would often take out some of his treasured picture books for Yamato to look at, and explain the techniques to Yamato one by one: such
as how to perform deep-throat oral sex, how to twist your waist to accommodate thrusting while bound, and
what sounds to make to please your partner during wax dripping and whipping games... Well, although I taught Yamato
a lot... yesterday Yamato was too nervous and didn't serve you well, please forgive me."
"Wait! You're saying all this heavy stuff was given to you by Matsuru? How could she
feed her own warship this kind of thing!"
You pushed Yamato's naked body away in surprise, staring directly into her beautiful eyes as you questioned her. Startled
, Yamato nervously hugged her delicate body, stammering, "B-Because on the very
first day Yamato was assigned to the Eastern Naval Base... Admiral Matsuru said... Yamato didn't belong there... So Admiral Matsuru has
n't sent Yamato out to sea to fight, nor has she given her any special strengthening. I suppose... Yamato coming here was
arranged by Admiral Matsuru long ago."
Yamato's words startled you. You lowered your head and fell silent, feeling your mind in complete chaos,
not knowing what was going on in this situation.
Matsuryu…she should hate me, right? Forget giving me a flagship,
she wouldn't even say a word to me when the governor called a meeting. After all, she couldn't understand what I did back then…but
why would she do this? Is she using some kind of trick to dismantle the West Naval Base's fleet? Does she think that
sending me a beauty I can manipulate at will will make me lose my ambition and
drift away from the other ship girls in the fleet? That's impossible…she knows I'm not one to put all my eggs in one basket! Or…is she trying to
reconcile with me? No, no, no, there's no need…her fleet isn't weaker than mine, there's no
need for such a sacrifice…then what is it…?
"Admiral...you...you're not satisfied with Yamato's service?"
The girl's slightly timid question interrupted your fatigue. She had sacrificed her
dignity as the fleet's flagship and her chastity for you, even going to extremes that ordinary people couldn't. If yesterday your
feelings for Yamato were merely a novelty, a temptation to possess a strange girl's body, then what happened this morning
made you truly fall in love with her, making you completely accept her as part of your harem,
someone you would protect with your life. Even if someone wanted to move Yamato away, you would risk your life to stop them, never
letting this beloved one go.
"I'm satisfied... but from now on, Yamato-chan, you don't need to remember what Matsuryu taught you anymore, because
... I, your new admiral, will teach you even more, and train you into a little bitch that drives me crazy
."
"Yamato will obediently be your... bitch... please take good care of me from now on, Admiral."
You casually reached for the ring on the bed, took it out from your playful antics the night before, and
fastened it to the necklace around Yamato's neck. Amidst the girl's happy, shy smile, you gently pecked her cheek twice
, then got out of bed to get dressed.
"But military orders are absolute, Yamato-chan... I'm afraid you'll have to stay here for a while. I won't
rescind the punishment order because of our relationship, you understand?"
"Yes... Yamato understands, I won't make things difficult for the Admiral."
In a short while, you tidied yourself up and looked at the disheveled girl leaning against the bed, saying
, "Put your clothes on properly. You know Bismarck is an unreasonable blockhead; she'll
punish you for any mistake you make—even I've suffered from it. Don't expect me to plead for you, okay?"
"Yamato will start washing up after taking you back… After all… after all, she also hopes to go to sea and fight as soon as possible
, and she won't slack off."
Seeing that the girl before you was not only useful in bed but also still yearned for battle, you nodded in satisfaction,
blew a kiss to the girl who had spent a wonderful night with you, and left her dormitory, heading to the already
assembled command center.
"Have you found Big Brother's location? Good... Big Brother has saved us so many times... This time, it's
my turn to save her!"
How to elegantly date Miss Yamato [The End]
Epilogue:
The sky was already turning white. On the sea where no horizon could be seen, a blonde girl dressed in tattered, smoking ship
armor was covered in wounds. Not only were all the cannons she could command broken and bent, but her armor was also riddled with holes.
Several streaks of blood flowed down the girl's forehead, ruining her usually dignified and elegant appearance. She raised her head
and barely looked eastward, but she could not see the rising sun, only patches of dark clouds.
Although she had shot down many of the attack aircraft composed of Abyssal carrier-based aircraft, the waves kept coming, causing her unwavering willpower
to waver. Finally, the killing intent in her eyes gradually dissipated. She swayed as she shed the scrap metal covering her body,
drew her broken golden cleaver, and gave the order of pardon to the two Abyssal fleet prisoners beside her.
"Get out of here... Don't bother me... my last bit of fun..."
"Your courage and military bearing are admirable... Though we are enemies, my sister and I
are still impressed by your dashing style on the high seas."
The heavily cruiser, whose ship rigging was also damaged, struggled to her feet and
extended her hand to the blonde ship girl who was still standing with her last bit of strength, extending a sincere invitation: "Would you like to join us?
It would be a pity if you sank here..."
"I told you to get out! Didn't you hear me?"
Although the blonde ship girl was panting heavily to recover her strength, she still sharply
refused the Abyssal Fleet's offer of surrender, leaving no room for negotiation, which made the two Abyssal ship girls feel deeply sorry for her.
"I understand... Prince of Wales, we will remember your final heroic figure on the high seas. Your bravery
and spirit will live on forever in the Deep Sea Fleet... May you have a glorious final battle. Farewell."
The two ship girls of the Deep Sea Fleet disappeared into the distance amidst the roar of their carrier-based aircraft. The Prince of Wales looked up
at the vultures waiting for her corpse and gave a self-deprecating smile.
"Luck can't save the unlucky... money can't change fate... even humans with some infinite possibilities... can't change their own
destiny... let alone this ancient piece of scrap metal like me..."
The Prince of Wales knew that the carrier-based aircraft were not attacking, giving her time to prepare
for a glorious death. The ending was already decided. The girl had abandoned everything. She gripped
the hilt of her golden cleaver with both hands and, with a hoarse shout, used her last bit of strength to charge towards the enemy's main camp.
"Reputation... Hood... Counterattack... We'll be best sisters again in our next life! Deep Sea Fleet, I,
the Prince of Wales, will watch you perish from this cold seabed!"
"Boom boom boom!!"
The Prince of Wales listened to the explosions with her eyes closed. She felt no pain, no
impact. The girl only felt a warmth throughout her body, as if sunlight pierced through the clouds, showering
her with energy. It felt so comfortable... like soaking in a milk bath, until she could no longer support her body and
swayed, collapsing.
"Your heroic figure reminds me of how I covered my comrades' retreat back then...
Times have changed, the spirit of Bushido is gone, but it still makes my blood boil."
Who... is this?
A strong, tall figure caught the Prince of Wales as he was about to fall, and as the girl was about to lose consciousness
, a powerful voice comforted her: "Don't die so easily... Only by living can we do
what we want to do. Only by living can we truly fight!"
The sea was clear and the sky was blue. A tall, dark-skinned, mature woman swept her thick cannons across the flock of crows. Orange-
red flashes shot into the sky like fireworks in a fan shape. The carrier-based aircraft had no way to dodge under such dense fire. They
were either shot down by stray bullets or collided with each other in the process of dodging, falling to the sea in pieces.
"You're nothing but inexperienced scum, only useful because of your excellent modifications. Compared to the Abyssal Fleet
, you're far inferior!"
The girl adjusted her glasses, and seeing that there were no more flying objects in front of her, she hoisted
the unconscious Prince of Wales onto her shoulder, slowly activated the ship's rigging, and headed back. The golden sunlight illuminated their backs, making them look like 　　samurai returning to camp
exhausted yet excited after a night of fighting on the battlefield . 　　"We're lost again... Looks like we'll have to find a place to stay and wait for this poor guy to wake up? Really 　　... Admiral Matsuryu, if you use Apple Maps to assign us missions again, I'll smear 　　chili oil on the 460mm main gun and shove it up your ass! I, Musashi, mean what I say!" 　　Epilogue [The End]

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