Girl Commander

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Some time has passed since the conversion of the Kokang. Despite immense pressure and resources several times greater than those used for
battleship conversions, a mediocre destroyer was transformed into the port's only missile destroyer.

Anti-submarine capabilities were sacrificed, replaced by a unique anti-ship missile system. Small vessels were typically one-shotted
; any that barely managed to survive were dealt with by the remaining crew.

The results were impressive, but they also attracted considerable criticism.

One night, shortly after Project Avalanche ended, the commander sat alone in his office, a mountain of
complaint .

"As a destroyer, it always steals our aluminum. High-intensity combat already consumes a lot of resources;
at this

rate, our aircraft will be grounded," signed by the entire carrier fleet. "They insisted on using missiles when the enemy was within gun range, letting them escape with smoke.
If we had launched a salvo then…," left an anonymous battleship.

"Sir, I have a complaint. Changchun has absolutely no anti-submarine capabilities. Last time,
we encountered an enemy submarine near Cyprus. If we hadn't evaded it in time, our important supplies would have been sunk... But as
the only destroyer in the fleet, she actually said she couldn't drop mines... Sir, please don't send this kind of '
destroyer ." A rather angry light cruiser left a note, the handwriting quite neat.

"Commander, I want to be a missile destroyer too! I want a cool missile launcher too..."
The handwriting was very childish, the original signature had been crossed out. It must be from a certain destroyer.

Looking at these complaints, they were all directed at Changchun alone. It seems that missile destroyers do indeed have a lot of controversy.

"Knock knock knock," a rapid knocking came from the door. Who could it be so late?

"Come in." The commander rubbed his sore eyes.

The door was gently pushed open, and Changchun walked in with small steps, removing her equipment and wearing that conspicuous
white uniform—who was Tongyu?

"Changchun? Aren't you going home to rest yet, it's so late?"

"Yeah. I just finished a launch training session by myself, and I saw the light was still on here, Commander, so I came over
to check." Changchun closed the door behind her and walked to the Commander's side.

"I see..."

"I still feel the accuracy isn't good enough, so I went to work on it." Seeing the Commander reviewing documents,
Changchun quickly leaned over and picked up a sheet.

"Huh? Why is it a complaint against me?" She blinked incredulously, looking at the Commander and then
at the document. The next few sheets all contained the same content.

"It's nothing serious..." the Commander quickly comforted her.

"Ugh, I didn't expect everyone to have so many complaints about me." Changchun, who had been cheerful, suddenly became downcast
, her brows furrowed.

"It's just a difference in operational strategy; it'll be fine after a period of adjustment."

"I thought everyone was nice to me, but I didn't expect..." Changchun said with a sorrowful expression.

"Alright, don't be sad." The commander opened a drawer and handed Changchun a file bag stamped with an official seal:
"I have good news for you. The higher-ups have successfully developed a batch of new equipment using enemy data, and it will be delivered to
the port soon. A batch of anti-ship missiles has been specially customized for you."

"Really?" Changchun pulled out the equipment test report with some skepticism, reading it carefully. The worry on her face
gradually disappeared: "The C-301 anti-ship missile has nearly three times the firepower of the Penguin missile, and it also has a specially designed
armor-piercing section!"

"How is it? Good luck." The commander smiled at the girl.

"Hehe, thank you so much, Commander!" Changchun suddenly pounced on the commander, hugging and kissing his unshaven
face. The girl's fragrance mixed with the smell of sweat rushed towards the commander.

Through his clothes, the man felt something small and hard bump against him.

"Ouch, Changchun, it wouldn't be good if others saw this." With this light bump, the flame within the commander was
ignited.

"Hehe, sorry." Changchun stepped aside and straightened her hat.

"Anyway, please work harder in the future. Others' opinions don't matter; your own choices are what matter
."

"Yes! Like a lotus, rising from the mud unsullied, cleansed by the clear water without being seductive." Changchun puffed out her chest.

"Yeah, isn't your uniform called 'Who Will Be My Companion?'" The commander then noticed Changchun's
white uniform, which just covered her waist. It was specially made to celebrate the successful modification. A pair of white
over-the-knee stockings encased her two tender legs, the top of the stockings forming a ten-centimeter-high "absolute territory" with the hem of her skirt,
creating a hazy beauty in the dim light.

"So, when will the commander and I make a vow? You said last time that if I performed well,
we could have a ceremony. But the operation ended so long ago..." Changchun wrapped her arms around the commander's neck coquettishly,
her slightly sticky arms sliding across his neck, her breath brushing against his cheek. Her body, honed through long-term training, constantly
exuded a feminine aura.

"Things have been really hectic these past few days... I'll make some arrangements in a few days..." the commander said
, slowly placing his hand on Changchun's waist.

"Hmm..." Changchun suddenly noticed something and turned her head alertly, only to see a hand inappropriately
caressing her waist.

"Commander? What are you doing?"

"Oh. Nothing, just trying to help you relax." Despite being caught, the commander
continued as before, showing no sign of stopping.

"But...but..." Changchun gritted her teeth, ultimately refusing to say the word "no." The commander
in front of her had been so considerate, even going against all odds to transform her into the only missile destroyer,
which led to the creation of the Changchun.

"Training must be tiring, right? Why don't you rest here before going back?" The commander's eyes gleamed with desire
as he lifted Changchun's white skirt and slipped his hand inside. Her thighs were still damp with sweat; she must have exerted
herself quite a bit. Her firm buttocks were only covered by a layer of underwear, which was also damp from the vigorous activity
.

"Mmm..." The moment the commander pressed down on her buttocks, a strange pleasure washed over her. Changchun's mind
went blank, and she vaguely agreed.

To cut costs, all unnecessary items in the office except for essential facilities were removed.

The sofa, originally intended for entertaining guests, became a temporary resting place, not as comfortable as a bed, but barely enough
for two people.

The girl knelt on the sofa, legs apart, facing the commander. They had never been so close.

The commander gently pulled Changchun's forehead close, his gaze tender as he asked her. The girl didn't refuse,
responding .

"Mmm...mmm..." A jolt of electricity ran through her body; the stimulation of their first kiss made Changchun feel a fire
burning in her chest.

"Wait, wait a minute..." Lost in the moment, Changchun abruptly pushed the commander away, standing on the ground. "
Let's wait until after the oath ceremony. Isn't it a bit early?"

"The oath is just a ceremony; it can be held anytime. Silly girl." The commander pulled Changchun
into his arms , gently kissing her fair neck, the skin slightly salty.

"Even so..." Changchun felt a tingling sensation all over her body as he kissed her sensitive areas. "Ugh,
this feeling is so itchy."

"How is it? Much more comfortable now?" The commander said, slipping his hand
under and gently rubbing her lotus-root-like legs.

"A little...numb..." Changchun felt a surge of heat flow into her lower body, a sensation she had never experienced before.

"Straight in the middle, without branches or tendrils," the commander uttered softly, moving his hand to her inner thigh,
the triangle area within reach.

"Are you talking about my legs? Actually, they're not that pretty anymore," Changchun said embarrassedly, her legs
instinctively closing together.

"Yes, just like lotus roots," the commander smiled, his hand moving upwards.

Changchun then realized his intentions and hurriedly covered her private area with her hands, whispering,
"Commander, don't touch there, I..."

"You silly girl, what are you shy about? It's just the two of us here." The commander brushed Changchun's hand away,
accidentally touching her knuckles; her once fair skin now bore new calluses.

"Did you get this during training?" the commander asked, rubbing the bumps on his palm.

"Um...it's nothing...don't worry too much," Changchun quickly withdrew her hand.

"As the only missile destroyer in the port area, you've really worked hard," the commander encouraged, then
placed his hand between the girl's thighs, through her panties, revealing her most private area.

"Ugh... don't do this, I'm so ashamed," Changchun said coquettishly, swaying her body, which only fueled
the commander 's desire.

"I'll be very gentle." Through her panties, the commander felt two tender, protruding labia, pressing
upwards along , finding a slightly hardened clitoris at the top. With a little more pressure, the fabric of the panties
rubbed against the clitoris and the cleft.

A blush immediately appeared on Changchun's face, and her body trembled involuntarily: "Ah,

it's so itchy..." "How about this?" The commander sometimes pressed harder, sometimes relaxed, constantly stimulating the tip of the clitoris. Under
the repeated stimulation, the originally soft clitoris hardened. Soon, her panties were damp.

"Ugh..." Changchun complained, "Your panties are all wet."

"Then take them off." The commander casually pulled down Changchun's panties, ripping them off her calves and tossing them aside.
Her smooth vulva glistened slightly in the light, a trickle of vaginal fluid flowing from her tightly closed slit.

"Wow, don't look here!" Changchun hurriedly reached out to cover herself.

"You're already like this from just a little stimulation, what if it goes a little deeper..." The commander pried open the girl's
slit and tried to slowly insert his middle finger. As her lower body was invaded, Changchun felt the vaginal walls tightly enveloping a
hard object, pushing it further inside.

"Commander, this will get your hands dirty."

"Changchun isn't dirty at all." The commander extended his thumb and gently scratched the dark protrusion above.

"Ah...ah..." Never having experienced such intense pleasure, Changchun kicked her legs
wildly almost breaking free from the commander's embrace.

"Okay, okay..." When he pulled his fingers out, his entire palm was already soaked with her juices, a thin
silver thread running from between his fingers toward her vulva.

"Phew...that feels so good...Commander, did I kick you just now?" Changchun gradually came to her senses and
immediately felt that she had been a little out of line, her lower body becoming wet again. She subconsciously pulled up her skirt to cover her private
parts.

"It's okay, it's okay." The Commander rubbed against the sofa a couple of times and casually unbuttoned Changchun's uniform.

Changchun's uniform was secured in the middle with a belt, and all the buttons were on the right side.

The buttons on the upper body were quickly undone, and the sailor-style collar was pulled down to her waist,
exposing .

Only a white bra was covering her chest.

The sweat on her back had long since dried, her skin was sticky, and she kept emitting the unique fragrance of a young girl.

The Commander launched an attack from behind, his hands slipping under her smooth armpits and reaching for her breasts without any hindrance.

"Haha, my armpits are a little itchy..." Changchun initially thought the Commander wanted to scratch an itch, but
when , a pair of large hands were pressed tightly against her chest.

Her breasts were just small enough to be grasped, so it must have been those fat that had bumped into her
.

"Commander, why are you touching me here?" Caught off guard by the sudden groping, Changchun
felt a wave of dizziness, and her whole body felt hot as her chest was being rubbed.

"Silly girl, you really don't know anything..." The Commander reached out and unbuttoned the back of his shirt,
intending to pull it back, but he couldn't budge it. Looking down, he saw that Changchun was holding him firmly in front of him.

"Not here." Changchun looked at the Commander shyly, "I'm shy!"

"Your body will be seen eventually, what's the difference between seeing it sooner or later?"

Under the Commander's repeated persuasion, Changchun slowly loosened her hands from her chest, but still covered it tightly with both hands.

"Come on, come closer." The Commander pulled Changchun closer to him, their chests pressed against each other's backs.

Changchun shifted back, her buttocks landing squarely on the Commander's lap, something hard
poking her. Realizing what it was, the girl panicked.

"Ugh, you're too rough," Changchun said, her small hand pressing against the Commander's large hand…

The Commander's lower body grew increasingly restless, the tip of the hard object repeatedly poking at her unprotected buttocks.

Changchun, aroused, yanked down her zipper, revealing his already eager penis.

"So…so big," Changchun exclaimed, her eyes wide, slowly grasping it. The scalding hot member
was incredibly , even the tip oozing a little fluid.

Caught off guard, the Commander couldn't dodge in time and said somewhat awkwardly, "You're really proactive."

"What?! You were the one who started this..." Changchun stroked the massive thing between her legs, her hands soon
becoming sticky. She sniffed it; the liquid had a slightly fishy smell.

"Hmm. Lie down first. Yes, yes, put your feet here." At the commander's request, Changchun
placed her delicate feet on the erect penis. Her toes pressed against the glans.

"This? What is this?" Changchun had never imagined such a strange position.

"Now move your toes."

"Oh." Changchun gently slid her feet, her soles rubbing against the glans through the stockings. Sticky
substances kept oozing from the glans, sticking to the stockings. After a few strokes, her toes were wet. Changchun whispered,
"Commander, the stockings will get dirty. If you want to do this, I'll bring a pair next time."

The commander, who had been lost in the pleasure of foot fetish, was suddenly interrupted. Looking down, he saw that the girl's soles were
indeed covered in something shiny.

"Sigh, alright..."

Changchun saw dissatisfaction and disappointment on the commander's face, so she moved closer to his crotch and fiddled with his male symbol.

"Commander, can I use my mouth?"

"Mouth?" The commander was surprised that Changchun would offer this, so he quickly nodded in agreement.

"Just don't ejaculate in my mouth."

"Okay." The commander agreed.

Changchun adjusted her position, took off her white silk gloves, arched her body, and took the commander's penis into her mouth.

"So warm..." The commander often exhaled, immersed in the pleasure of oral sex.

The girl beneath him used both her mouth and hands, her tongue circling and stimulating the glans, a warm feeling filling his legs.

Her hands were not idle either, reaching into the commander's crotch and rubbing his testicles.

Changchun closed her eyes tightly, the penis in her mouth smelling of sweat and male body odor. A liquid occasionally gushed from the glans,
sticky when the tongue swept over it.

The commander was not idle either, reaching out to tease the nipples on Changchun's chest, the purplish-red nipples becoming harder and harder under stimulation
. After fiddling with it for a while, he inserted two fingers between Changchun's parted legs, pinching and
rubbing .

"Mmm...mmm..." Changchun whimpered, her little buttocks
twisting and turning .

Soon, the commander felt a clear liquid flow from her vulva, wetting the back of his hand.

"Ah, I can't take it anymore..." Changchun blushed and spat out the penis, a long trail of saliva still clinging to
the tip. She wiped her mouth vigorously and straightened her hat: "My mouth is so sore...and tastes..."

"Really..." The commander pinched Changchun's cheek hard.

"Mmm, never mind..." Changchun faced the commander and straddled him.

The commander understood her meaning, aligning his genitals with Changchun's vulva, supporting his body, and slowly guiding
her downwards.

"Mmm..." Changchun lowered her head, afraid of inserting it in the wrong place. When the glans touched the edge of her vulva, she was too nervous
to speak.

"Careful...take it slow..." the commander reminded her.

"Ah...uh...it hurts..." She had never imagined her narrow passage could accommodate such a massive object.
The instant the glans penetrated, Changchun felt a tremendous tearing sensation.

"Almost...almost there..." The commander also exerted all his strength to break through the barrier; the small opening
was thicker than a battleship's armor.

"Ah...it's so swollen..." Changchun endured the throbbing pain, pushing down hard. After the initial pressure
, it was finally all the way in.

"Phew...is it in? I'll begin then."

Changchun nodded, her face covered in sweat.

The commander began to thrust his hips, and Changchun bit her lower lip, gripping the man's shoulders tightly.

The friction of the massive object against her vaginal walls sent an indescribable pleasure through her. The tearing and throbbing
pain gradually lessened, and Changchun pulled her legs together to better accommodate the commander.

"Ah...ah...faster...faster..." Driven by pleasure, her innocent face radiated lust,
and Changchun uttered indistinct words of love, letting the commander invade her body.

"This time, your lotus flower is going to be corrupted." The commander laughed triumphantly, increasing the intensity of his thrusts.
With each violent impact, Changchun was swept into an inescapable ecstasy. Waves of pleasure enveloped their
joined bodies, and vaginal fluids seeped from their creases, flowing onto the sofa, soaking the commander's
trousers .

"Ah...ah..." Several attacks accurately struck her tender cervix, completely breaching her defenses, and
Changchun cried out repeatedly.

Oh no, if someone heard... The commander pulled Changchun into his arms, suppressing
her cries with passionate kisses.

"Mmm...mmm..." The cries turned into rhythmic moans, and in the passionate thrusts, the sound waves emanating
from deep within , along with her saliva, were swallowed by the commander. "

Slap slap slap," only the rhythmic sounds of their thrusts filled the office. The vaginal fluids from their joined bodies increased,
making a slapping sound with each rhythmic movement.

Changchun thrust her body vigorously, her soft waist
working at high speed like a small motor under the Commander's guidance. Tearing away her facade of restraint, she was now simply a female yearning for love.

Receiving a response, the Commander thrust even harder, the sofa creaking under the weight.

"Ugh...ugh...Commander, I...I can't take it anymore...don't, don't ejaculate..." Changchun raised her head,
speaking incoherently.

"Ha...I...I'm almost...almost there too..." The Commander used his last ounce of strength to thrust hard
to the tip .

A bolt of lightning flashed across her waist, and the long-suppressed volcano erupted.

The moment the semen spurted out, her mind went blank, only feeling the entrance.

Changchun's entire body tensed like a rubber band, her hands pressing hard against the man's shoulders.

"Ah..."

She collapsed into the man's arms, drenched in sweat, her limp body falling against him, the organs inside her still inside
him.

"Hmm... Commander, I... I think I did alright?" Changchun looked at the Commander wearily, her face regaining its usual innocence after
the climax , her nose covered in beads of sweat.

"Although there are a few flaws, overall it's not bad..." The Commander playfully flicked his nose.

"Y-that's great." Changchun smiled, then buried her face in her chest, pouting, "Commander,
can I pull it out a little later? I want to really feel this temperature."

"Alright, alright, whatever you say." The commander gently stroked the soft back of her head.

"Knock, knock, knock," a rapid knocking broke the silence, startling both of them.

"Commander, it's Yixian, are you in there?"

It was Yixian. Why was she here at this hour?

Changchun scrambled off the commander in a panic, ignoring the sticky mess on her lower body. She jumped to the ground,
picked up her clothes that had been tossed aside, and clutched them to her chest.

"Wh-what do we do, Commander?" Changchun looked helplessly at the man, her body trembling with tension.

"Quick, go hide in the bathroom. I'll handle this." The commander hurriedly dressed,
only realizing his crotch was completely wet when he fastened his belt. He had no choice but to grab a cushion to cover himself.

Changchun, clutching her clothes, rushed to the bathroom at the back and closed the door.

The commander kicked his shoes, which were still on the floor, under the sofa and called out loudly, "Ah, coming, coming!"

Opening the door, he was surprised to find not only Yixian, but also Helena, Prinz Eugen, and Ooyodo
.

Seeing the commander's disheveled appearance, flushed face, and especially the strange stain on his pants, the girls cast
suspicious glances at him.

"What do you want?" the commander asked casually, his mind preoccupied with Changchun hiding in the bathroom.

"Changchun said she went for shooting practice and hasn't come back for so long. We wanted to see if she was with you,"
Yixian explained.

"Ah, no, I've been busy with work and haven't seen her."

"Okay. We made this late-night snack. If you see her, please tell her to come back quickly."

"Commander, why are your pants wet?" Helena had been staring at the commander since earlier
.

"Ah, I accidentally spilled some tea earlier and haven't had time to clean it up yet, so I'm using a mat to absorb it."

"Hmm!" The commander's attempt to cover up his mistake aroused suspicion in all four of them. Ooyodo even stuck his head into the doorway
to sniff, then sniffed the commander himself.

"There's a strange smell in the room, and the commander does too."

"Really?" The commander sniffed himself. "I can't smell anything."

Prinz Eugen handed the commander an investigation record and instructed, "This is the patrol record from earlier
. There was a strange phenomenon on the sea, which disappeared when we arrived."

"Okay! I understand." The commander was startled, almost forgetting his instructions.

"Take care of yourself, Commander. We're leaving now." Ooyodo deliberately reminded him of the word "health."

After seeing off the four uninvited guests, the commander locked the door and hurriedly went to the bathroom. He saw Nagaharu
had brought in a basin of water and was squatting on it, constantly washing his genitals.

His stockings had been thrown aside, and he was only wearing a naval cap on his head.

"Are you alright?" Looking at Changchun, who was completely naked, the commander couldn't help but feel a pang of heartache.

"It's all leaking out, ugh, so disgusting." Changchun reached out from between her legs, cupping a small puddle
of strangely smelly white fluid in her palm.

"It's my first time too. I couldn't control myself just now, sorry."

Changchun rinsed her hands with water from the basin, looked up, and didn't quite believe what the commander was saying: "First time? You
were pretty quick when you took off your bra just now?"

"Huh? I learned it from a video."

"Then, what about those positions?" "

I learned those from a video too..." The commander changed the subject and asked, "Wait a minute, Changchun, you seemed a little too
skilled ?"

Hearing this, Changchun blushed and said awkwardly, "I saw it in the library, there are special
textbooks..."

"The library?"

"Well, that's to prepare for the day of the oath... thinking that after I put on the ring, I'll give myself to
you, so I learned in advance..." Changchun explained forcefully, but she slipped and fell
heavily into the basin, splashing water everywhere.

"Are you alright?" The commander reached out and helped Changchun up, saying with concern, "Yixian and the others
almost found out just now, thank goodness..."

"Ugh, my butt..." Changchun rubbed her sore bottom, "Next time,
find ."

"My bad, my bad..."

"Next time, Commander, remember to wash yourself more thoroughly..."

...

Twenty minutes later, Changchun finally finished washing up, dressed, tidied herself up, and
left the office just like before.

She didn't forget to say goodbye to the commander as she left.

She declined the commander's offer to see her off, wrapped her clothes tightly around herself, and slowly walked towards her dormitory.

Fifty meters away, in a corner, four pairs of eyes were staring intently at Changchun's departing figure.

"Damn it, she really did seduce the commander with her body, unforgivable..." a battleship said.

"Ah, wh, how could it be Changchun?" a light cruiser asked incredulously.

"Hehe, what interesting thing did Changchun do just now?" a destroyer asked with wide eyes.

"Looks like our guess was right. Everyone, keep quiet.
We'll catch them red-handed next time Changchun is with the Commander!" a heavy cruiser said.

Three days later, the Commander, who had planned to sleep in during his holiday, received
an urgent notification from the port early in the morning.

"Attention all units, an unidentified destroyer has been captured in the D03 area... returning to port."

He hurriedly dressed and, with the ship girls seeing him off, headed straight for the port.

Along the way, he overheard conversations among passersby.

"I heard it's a U.S. ship."

"I heard it's very flat-chested..."

"The ship's rigging is a style I've never seen before, the construction looks like aliens."

Upon arriving at the port, the salvage team returned just in time. In the middle of the formation of battleships and heavy cruisers,
there was a small, helpless figure. She had blonde hair, was not tall, and wore a U.S.-style naval
uniform .

Her ship's rigging was already torn, and only a few characters, "ddg1000," could be barely made out.

Upon seeing the Commander, the girl showed a very happy expression. She stood at attention and gave a standard military salute.

"Guided missile destroyer, Zumwalt-class Zumwalt reporting for duty! Hull number DDG 1000."

Ah. Finally, a new guided missile destroyer! Now the Changchun has company.

The commander thought excitedly, immediately heading to meet it…

seemingly oblivious to the burning envy in the eyes of the girls around him.

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