R Fanfiction: My Wedding Night with My Wife

"Is it July 8th again?"
I glanced up at the calendar and froze.
Unpleasant memories flooded back.
"Ah..."
I tried to stretch and relax, but my body sank deep into the chair, as if I had no energy left.
I gave up trying to struggle.
I resignedly leaned my head back, letting the memories overwhelm me.
I've never told my current ship girls that I used to have other ship girls, but they're all gone.
Gone, everything is gone.
The only place I can see them again, besides hell, is in my memories.
The sweeter the memories, the more painful they are.
A sharp, stabbing pain shot through my heart, reminding me of the emptiness within.
The sun gradually set, the office slowly darkened, but I didn't want to do anything. I just sat there quietly, waiting for the darkness to swallow me.
When I saw the light again, it was the next day.
"Admiral, you're awake."
"Ah, it's Madam."
Madam leaned down to look at me, her chestnut hair brushing against my face, tickling me slightly.
"I found the Admiral asleep in his office last night, so I moved him to the bedroom. Admiral, are you alright? Are you too tired?"
I raised my hand to wipe away the long hair my wife had brushed against my face.
"Ah, sorry, Admiral."
My wife noticed my movement, reached out, and tucked her hair behind her ear.
Then she gave me an apologetic smile.
Just like my wife before.
Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through my chest, as if someone had pierced it. When I came to my senses, I realized I had forgotten how to breathe.
"Admiral, why are you crying?" My wife asked,
somewhat panicked.
Huh? I cried?
Hot liquid slid down my cheeks and into my mouth, salty.
Really, how could I cry? This is poop, this must be hot poop that dripped from the corner of my eye!
Tears streamed down my face, dripping onto the blanket.
I struggled to sit up, covering my eyes, but tears still kept flowing through my fingers.
"Sorry, I suddenly lost my composure."
For a grown man to speak with such sobs was indeed quite inappropriate.
"No, it's alright, Admiral."
The lady bent down and hugged me, her sweet fragrance wafting over me.
A familiar scent, almost déjà vu.
No, tears were welling up again.
I tried to push her away, lowering my head so she couldn't see my face. "No, I'm fine, you can go out now, ma'am."
But she stood by the bed, unmoving.
"Ma'am, what's wrong?"
"Nothing, Admiral."
She looked up, seemingly lost in thought, and after a moment's hesitation, finally asked the question that had clearly been weighing on her mind for a long time, "Admiral, do you like me?" "Of course, how could anyone not like you, ma'am?"
"Yes, really? That's wonderful. Thank you, Admiral." I felt like I'd been given a friend-zone treatment.
Of course, I could tell that her complexion wasn't as good as her answer; she looked pale from trying so hard to control her expression.
A woman's sensitivity, huh?
I remembered the lady from before, the same flaxen hair, the same hair accessories, the same face.
And the same smile.
But it was different now.
I can no longer easily confess my feelings to the ship girls. My past is tied to over 100 dead souls; I have no future.
To my current ship girls, I'm not worth it at all.
I struggled to sit up, my hands trembling, feeling even weaker than before.
Yet, it was a new day. I stepped out and began my workday.
Life seemed to return to normal, but my current ship girls were becoming more intimate and cautious with me.
Whenever I noticed their gaze returning to me, I saw their eyes darting away,
like a frightened animal.
I sighed. This was so unfair to the current ship girls. They were new now, deserving a fresh start, yet forced to carry my past.
"Ship girls, could we have dinner together tonight?"
Even for the sake of the current ship girls, I couldn't be bound by the past.
My current ship girls' faces flushed with happiness as they smiled and agreed, "Okay!" *Knock knock*.
There was a knock at the door.
"Please come in."
I took a deep breath, trying to make my deadpan face look more cheerful.
It was clear that my wife had dressed up carefully; her well-fitting evening gown made her look elegant and beautiful.
"Madam, please sit down."
I smiled and gentlemanly pulled out a chair
for her. My wife nodded, flattered, but I knew my smile was just a facade.
The clinking of cutlery against plates made a soft sound, otherwise, the silence was awkward. My
wife straightened her back slightly, trying to break the silence.
"Admiral, yesterday when I went on the expedition, I sank an Abyssal battleship during the opening ceremony!" "Truly worthy of you, Madam."
I stretched my facial muscles, making my smile even wider.
"And also, last time during the expedition, Jiajia was hit by an Abyssal, and she cried so much, clinging to me and refusing to let go. Even when we were being taken into the dock, I had to carry her in." "Jiajia really loves Madam."
My wife had spoiled Jiajia like this before. How could I say such things?
"Admiral, do you remember the days we spent together?"
"Of course I remember."
I forced a smile and recalled the fun times I had with my wife.
"When we were clearing 2-4, we really owed it all to my wife. Although we were forced to quit a couple of times, she was still our biggest contributor."
"Admiral..."
My wife seemed a little embarrassed when I mentioned the time she was forced to quit. "I wasn't very skilled back then. I was forced to quit at first, but then it stopped." "
When we were clearing 4-4, we were able to get Kaga thanks to my wife's luck. Otherwise, how could someone as unlucky as me have gotten her?"
"Admiral's face is very fair, not dark at all," my
wife chuckled, comforting me. The candlelight made her face look radiant.
However, my head was getting increasingly dizzy. I forced myself to stay awake and try to get through the dinner.
"That time when we did the summer event, Fortress Princess, you ate over 1000 aluminum after you came back. It really scared me to death!"
I suddenly realized I had said the wrong thing.
My wife's face turned very pale, and her smile was only maintained by muscle.
"We didn't do the summer event, did we?"
I tried to explain, but no words came out.
"Admiral, I'll have to go now."
My wife got up and covered her face as she left. I could almost see the tears she shed in the air.
I wanted to chase after her, but my legs felt like lead. In the end, I could only collapse onto the table, letting the tears flow freely.
I could faintly hear my wife crying in the room, while my right hand was already sweating profusely.
After slapping myself hard with my left hand, I finally steeled myself and went inside.
From the darkness came the sound of my wife sniffling.
"Admiral, what brings you here?"
She tried to suppress her sobs, but her voice was still choked with emotion, making my heart ache.
I went forward and hugged her.
"I'm sorry. I can't forget the ship girls from before, so I've never dared to reciprocate your feelings." I blurted out these words, words I'd kept hidden in my heart for so long, incredulously.
"I know," she said, wrapping her arms around my neck. "I asked the admirals at other ports, and they told me about what happened before."
An overwhelming sense of apology filled my chest, but in the end, I could only say one more thing:
"I'm sorry."
"It's okay, I'll love you no matter what, Admiral."
Her red lips pressed against mine, her soft, fragrant tongue seemingly demanding something as it slipped into my mouth.
My breathing became heavy, and I quickly took control of her slightly clumsy tongue, which struggled weakly until I drained the last drop of saliva.
"Huff..."
She pushed me away, breathless, and let out a cute, soft moan in my arms.
"What the Admiral likes, I like too."
The wife's bra strap had slipped down to her chest due to our movements, revealing her full breasts.
"Aren't you wearing a bra, Madam?"
The wife pointed, silencing my surprise, and guided my hand to her breasts.
"Mmm..."
The moment my hand touched her breasts, she let out a soft moan from the stimulation.
Her body radiated an astonishing heat, making my hands tremble. I swallowed hard and began to caress her breasts.
My hands circled and stroked her breasts, like kneading bread.
"Mmm, ah..."
she let out a soft, boneless moan.
Then I quickly flicked her rosy nipples up and down with my fingers, causing them to stand erect.
I lowered my head and took her hardened nipple into my mouth.
"Ah! Ah!"
Her breasts bounced, the trembling in my mouth as elastic as pudding.
While licking her tender nipples, my hands also continuously kneaded her breasts.
"Mmm...mmm...ah!"
The wife gasped, but didn't refuse me. She even pressed my head down, burying it between her full breasts.
Her smooth skin made me involuntarily shake my head and rub it against her. She gasped softly because of my stubble, her body trembling in my arms.
She pulled my hand down to her crotch.
My hand touched something wet.
"I'm not wearing any underwear, does the Admiral like that?"
"I like it."
I kissed her again, frantically demanding her tongue, my hand caressing her labia, which were already soaked with her love juice.
"Mmm...Admiral, I want..."
The wife begged for mercy from my caresses, her soft body trembling weakly.
I pulled down my pants, revealing my already swollen penis, and aimed it at her vagina.
I lifted her soft thighs onto my shoulders, sensual and intoxicating. I thrust hard, entering her vagina.
Her vagina was tight and warm, and my advance encountered great resistance.
My wife squeezed my neck tightly with her thighs, kicking her legs incessantly.
"Ugh...it hurts so much, Admiral."
I stopped, waiting for her to adjust to my penis. After a series of contractions, her vaginal contractions subsided, and I continued forward, reaching her hymen.
"Admiral, come in quickly, let me be yours!"
I thrust hard, breaking through her hymen.
She cried out in pain, but her body tried to meet my thrusts. The mental pleasure outweighed the physical pain, and she felt a sense of relief.
"I'm finally yours, Admiral."
Seeing her reaction, I felt reassured and began to thrust rapidly into her warm, moist vagina.
"Ah! Admiral, faster! It feels so good!"
After the initial pain of losing her virginity, she gradually began to feel pleasure, moaning ecstatically. Her vagina grew increasingly wet and hot, and she soon reached orgasm. But my wife's legs remained tightly clamped around me, refusing to let go. "Admiral, shoot it all inside, let me get pregnant!"
Feeling the soft body beneath me, I couldn't help but ejaculate my hot semen deep into her vagina.
Exhausted, my wife and I lay on the floor. After some time, she climbed onto my chest, one hand supporting her face, the other teasing me with a tuft of hair. "Admiral, let's get married?" My wife, tilting her head, looked at me with unprecedented cuteness, and I couldn't help but blurt out, "Okay!" "Really? I'm so happy!" My wife buried her face in my chest, her hair rustling against my skin.
My penis hardened again, and I rolled over, pinning her down. She let out a soft moan in the darkness.
"Admiral, be gentle..."
"Wife, are you ready?"
"Yes, Admiral, come in."
I pushed open the door and saw my wife in a white wedding dress.
The white hair accessory made her chestnut hair even more radiant. The low-cut design revealed a large expanse of her fair skin, while the cinched waist perfectly accentuated her S-shaped figure. The layers of white tulle on her lower body exuded elegance and nobility, and the pale pink velvet stockings made her long, beautiful legs incredibly alluring.
She held a bouquet of blue roses in her white-gloved hands, perfectly complementing her sky-blue eyes.
"Madam, do you know the meaning of 17 blue roses?"
I gently embraced her waist from behind.
"Eternal love."
She blushed and lowered her head, leaning closer.
"That's right, eternal love."
I gently brushed against her small earlobe, making it turn a lovely red.
I couldn't resist picking her up and placing her on the bed.
"Admiral, what are you doing? The wedding is about to begin!" she cried, somewhat flustered.
"It's alright, it'll be over soon."
I lowered my head and kissed her lips. Her body quickly became limp and powerless, allowing me to do as I pleased.
"Whatever you like, Admiral,"
the wife whispered.
I lifted her skirt and buried my head inside.
"Ah! Admiral, get out!"
she cried, immediately pulling her skirt down, but I was already inside.
"You're still wearing lace-up panties, how naughty,"
I said, unbuttoning her panties.
"Ugh..."
she protested with a cute whimper, but this only fueled my lust.
I took off her white high heels and began to play with her small, beautiful feet.
"Ah!"
she cried, her toes curling up at my teasing, the arches of her feet making them even more alluring. I gently kissed the soles of her feet, her soft little feet wriggling in my hands, unable to escape because I held her ankles.
Her voice was already panting, "Admiral, stop it!"
I ignored her protests and instead intensified my kisses, sucking on her round, adorable toes.
The wife's stockings, soaked through, clung tightly to her toes, their shape visible. I traced my footsteps up her calves, reaching her fleshy thighs. The soft, velvety texture of her stockings complemented her curves perfectly; a gentle poke left a deep indentation, which quickly springed back to its original shape, incredibly elastic. I kneaded her thighs, and she tried in vain to close her legs, but I held them firmly apart.
"Admiral... I don't care anymore, please hurry up!"
It wasn't that I didn't want to hurry, it's just that you're too tempting!
I stroked the area of her thighs not covered by stockings, the muscles trembling with ticklishness.
"Hurry up!"
She twisted her body, bringing her vulva close to my mouth. I extended my tongue, tracing its path between her labia.
"Mmm..."
she moaned contentedly. My fingers parted her moist labia, teasing her pink clitoris. Pleasure swept over her entire body, and she quickly reached orgasm.
Love juices flowed down my wife's thighs onto my hand, which I licked away little by little, while she continuously let out soft moans.
"Wife, shouldn't you make me feel good too?"
I grinned mischievously as I emerged from under her skirt, unzipped her pants, revealing my already erect penis.
My wife blushed and scolded me, "Admiral, you really are..."
Even as she said that, she still reached out her delicate hand, encased in a glove, and began to stroke my penis.
Her small hand rubbed back and forth on my penis, the material of the glove intensifying the stimulation, and my penis began to tremble, a sign of impending ejaculation.
My wife brought her lips to my mouth, opened her small mouth, and took my penis in. Her warm mouth brought the pleasure to its peak, and at the same time, her small hand continued to rub my exposed penis, until I finally couldn't hold back any longer and ejaculated all my hot semen into her mouth.
"Mmm..."
My wife slowly swallowed my semen, her face flushed. "Admiral, you really are something, messing around right before the wedding!" My wife kept punching me with her little fists.
I grabbed her fists, and we rolled around on the bed together.
"Admiral, am I just a substitute for another ship girl?"
I hugged her tightly. "You are my wife, only you, now and forever." **************************************
This is probably the earliest entry on the timeline; all the articles are about a certain hardcore admiral.
This article is dedicated to all hardcore admirals.
Damn it, I watched Gundam UC and still didn't get Unicorn. 80 consecutive losses on 6-4.

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