A fanfic of Kantai Collection: The swimsuit fanservice of the female lead.

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What's the difference between summer without swimsuit fanservice and being a couch potato?

Summer's here again, swimsuit season. Even though they're out at the sea every day, the ship girls still get excited when they put on their swimsuits, probably because of the comfort and tranquility that's different from usual.

Luckily, there haven't been any missions lately, so I arranged a duty roster so that each ship girl could get a break and relax their nerves after being tense from battle.

With more free time, I have a lot more free time, and I occasionally come to the beach in the port to relax.

The cool sea breeze blows, and my mood becomes lighter. I find a deck chair, lie down, and prepare to just idly while away the day.

Anyway, I've already completed this week's missions issued by the Governor's Office, and there are no more ship girls to salvage, so keeping the port closed doesn't seem so bad.

After nine months of unremitting efforts, I've finally arrived in the fertile lands of Europe from the desolate lands of Africa. Sometimes, when I close my eyes, I think I'm dreaming.

Thinking like this, I can't help but let out a lewd chuckle.

"Admiral, what are you thinking about? You're smiling so happily."

My vision blurred, and I couldn't help but open my eyes.

"Ah, it's Lexington."

"Just call me 'wife'."

My wife gave me a reassuring smile and sat down on the deck chair next to me.

"This sea breeze is truly delightful."

The sea breeze not only brought the coolness of the ocean but also the fragrance of my beloved beside me. Facing the cool sea breeze, my wife couldn't help but sigh.

"But this isn't the Atlantic Ocean breeze; we're in the Mediterranean now." I teased my wife with a mischievous grin.

"As long as I'm with the Admiral, I'll love any sea breeze." My wife laughed and playfully punched me.

"I was just saying."

I slightly flinched in response to my wife's playful punch, but the languid atmosphere eventually made me give up and enjoy my wife's flirtation.

The woman, dressed in a Stars and Stripes bikini, exposed a large expanse of her fair skin. Although her upper body was covered by a white shirt, her long, beautiful legs shone brightly in the sunlight, making me slightly dizzy.

It seemed to have a slightly translucent texture, but why was it so dazzling? I discreetly moved my left hand to my crotch, adjusting my shorts to avoid anyone noticing my unnatural physique.

However, it didn't escape the eyes of my wife, whom I'd known for our long-term marriage.

She covered her mouth and chuckled, her hand hidden in the slightly long sleeve of her shirt, only her slender, jade-like fingers visible, looking exceptionally alluring.

Then, she bent down and leaned closer to me, her delicate fingers tracing my chest, her flowing hair stirring my desire.

"Admiral, do you think my swimsuit looks good?"

she asked, extending her right hand to unbutton her shirt. Her breasts, unwilling to be restrained, spilled out from the neckline, trembling, and pressed against my chest.

My little brother instantly became engorged, almost ready to raise its flag in salute. But that wasn't all. My wife, panting hotly, rubbed her breasts against my chest, one of her jade-like legs already wrapped around my waist.

My little brother trembled violently at this erotic scene, almost swallowed by the warm feeling. My wife,

you're such a tempting little vixen! I couldn't help but hug my wife tightly, one hand reaching between her breasts, kneading them vigorously.

"Mmm..."

My wife let out an ambiguous moan, both shy and satisfied, her lovely face gradually turning crimson.

"Admiral, this isn't good in broad daylight..."

My wife broke free from my embrace, adjusting the slipping straps of her swimsuit. "Let me apply sunscreen first."

My wife offered a very erotic alternative.

I liked it .

"Lay down, my wife, I'll apply the sunscreen for you."

I reached over and took the sunscreen.

"Apply it carefully, Admiral,"

my wife, lying face down, turned her head and instructed me. "Don't mess around!"

My wife, your tone doesn't sound like a refusal at all, so I won't be polite.

"Don't worry, I'll apply it to every corner of your body!" My wife's skin was slightly cool, and this coolness was particularly noticeable under my slightly warm fingers, perfectly contrasting with her snow-white skin.

The sunscreen formed a slippery layer between my fingers and my wife's skin, but even through the sunscreen, I could imagine the elasticity of her skin, like jelly. If my

fingers were just rubbing against her skin, it might even make a squelching sound. I guided the sunscreen across my wife's back, rubbing it in circles, but the sunscreen seemed completely unable to penetrate her firm skin; my hands still felt slippery, without the expected resistance.

I then switched to applying it up and down, my palms tracing the graceful curves of her spine. When my fingers touched her spine, my wife's body trembled violently.

I couldn't help but chuckle mischievously.

"I didn't expect my wife wouldn't like the feeling of having her spine touched like this." "Admiral..."

my wife groaned softly, "I haven't even applied it to both sides yet!" Both sides? Don't worry, I'll get there soon.

I grabbed the straps of my wife's swimsuit and pulled hard.

"Ah! What are you doing, Admiral!"

With my wife's exclamation, the straps of her swimsuit slipped off and scattered on the lounge chair.

My wife's flawless white back was no longer covered, completely exposed before my eyes.

Her shoulder blades formed a dynamic curve along her shoulders, then the curve tightened at her waist, slender yet powerful, her soft waist so supple that I couldn't help but want to pull her into my arms.

Below her waist, the curve of her hips was full of upward vitality, the two incredibly elastic buttocks gathered upward like apples, exuding an alluring hormonal scent.

By the way, the lower part of my wife's swimsuit is still there, how annoying.

Fortunately, like the top, it was a convenient drawstring style, easily unlocked with a gentle pull.

"Admiral, what are you doing!"

My wife reached behind her back to cover between her legs, but I pressed her down.

"Of course, I'm applying sunscreen for you."

My wife's earlobes flushed red from my breath, her red lips pressed tightly together, burying her head in the recliner.

"Whatever."

A somewhat muffled voice came from below my wife's face; she tried to sound defiant, but it still sounded full of shyness.

So, my wife always lets me do whatever I want, I love her the most.

My hands roamed over my wife's buttocks, and although she protested softly, I could still do as I pleased under the guise of applying sunscreen.

"Hmm..."

My fingers slipped into my wife's buttocks, brushing against her delicate anus.

Even before entering, she let out a soft moan. "Admiral," I said, "not there..." But her anus kept contracting under my fingers. Should I listen to her words or her body? I was torn, my wife.

So, let's continue testing.

My index finger rotated as it entered her anus. Her sphincter immediately gripped my finger tightly, as if reluctant to let it leave.

So, I trust your body, my wife? "Shall I continue?" I asked, only to receive a moan somewhere between two and three, which meant she agreed. My fingers continued deeper, reaching her rectum.

The walls of her rectum were hot and moist. I dared not be too reckless; after all, her backdoor wasn't very well explored. After determining the depth, I began to slowly thrust my fingers in and out.

A blush crept across her fair skin, and glistening beads of sweat began to appear. Her buttocks, restrained by the insertion of my fingers, dared not move too much, but the rest of her body trembled incessantly.

Of course, her buttocks were trembling too; her sphincter muscles, gripping my fingers tightly from the foreign object, contracted with each thrust, revealing her tense trembling.

My other hand gently stroked her smooth back, like stroking a cat's fur. The trembling from my fingertips made me deeply appreciate the delicate fragility of the woman in my arms.

"It's quite a contrast to see this side of my usually fierce and valiant wife in the Deep Sea." "It's all because you're so mean, Admiral! The Deep Sea doesn't have as many mischievous ideas as you!" "Yes, yes, but you're so cute, it's practically forcing me to be naughty." "Am I also responsible?" she

pouted.

"Of course! So take on the responsibility of igniting my desire." I pulled her into my arms and sucked her tongue into my mouth.

"Mmm! Hmm..."

I stifled my wife's exclamation. After her initial bewilderment, her breathing calmed down. She not only swirled her tongue in my mouth but even tried to suck my tongue onto hers.

My wife was getting more and more proactive.

Before she could act, I had already slipped my tongue into her mouth.

However, my initiative left her unsure how to respond.

Sure enough, she lost her composure, her breathing becoming rapid, her hot breath constantly hitting my face, stimulating my nerves.

"Huff... huff..."

In the end, my wife gave in, separating from me, panting heavily.

Seeing her vulnerable state, my still-erect penis could no longer resist. I pounced on her, reaching between her legs and rubbing her labia.

"Ah! Hmm... Hmm... Ah!"

My wife, still reeling from my onslaught, quickly succumbed, her moans now tinged with excitement and teasing.

I spread my wife's legs, rubbing my rock-hard penis against her vulva. Her full thighs rubbed against my shaft, bringing a unique pleasure.

"Admiral...faster...come in! I want...um...I want!"

Seeing my wife was already immersed in the moment, I parted her legs, aimed my penis at her vulva, and thrust in forcefully, inserting it all the way to the hilt.

"Um...ah! Ah!"

My wife cried out in pleasure as soon as I entered. The inner walls of her vagina clung tightly to my penis, rubbing and swirling with each thrust, drawing out her love juices.

Her body responded to my movements, the impact of my penis against her vulva making a slapping sound, her full breasts swaying rhythmically like bouncy pudding.

I gradually increased the force, spreading her legs even higher, penetrating deeper and deeper. Her legs swayed back and forth in my hands, her face flushed, her eyes tightly closed.

My wife's vagina contracted repeatedly, stimulating every inch of my penis. Intense pleasure surged through my brain, and my penis trembled uncontrollably—a sign of impending ejaculation.

I thrust wildly into my wife's honey pot, the sounds of our bodies slapping together filling the air. The pleasure intensified with each thrust, and finally, I couldn't control myself any longer, ejaculating into my wife's vagina.

"Mmm...ah...I'm coming!"

My wife also reached her climax, a warm current flowing down my penis, the love juice mixing with my shaft, so warm it almost melted me.

"Sister, Admiral, what are you doing!"

Just as my wife and I were lost in the afterglow, Saratoga's exclamation suddenly rang in our ears.

"Gaga?"

I opened my eyes and saw Gaga's face flushed red.

"Gaga, what are you doing here?" My wife

seemed a little flustered.

"Ugh..."

Gaga didn't answer, turning and running away.

"I didn't expect to be caught by Gaga when she came back."

I smiled wryly.

"What should I do? I need to explain this to Gaga properly."

My wife hugged her knees, seriously troubled.

"So, does that mean I can only ask Jiajia to come over tonight? Fine, I'll give it my best tonight." "Admiral!"

It seemed my wife agreed with my suggestion; she threw herself into my arms, her naked body rubbing against me. "So, why don't we continue, Admiral!"

"Wife, please spare me! We still need to continue tonight!"

[The End]

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