Azur Lane fan art - Cassin's Secret Holiday

Prologue

Cassin would never forget that day, on the sun-drenched sea, the wreckage of sirens, still shrouded in smoke, floated. Several fighter jets still circled overhead, presumably on guard, or perhaps reconnaissance. But Cassin didn't understand; these were matters for the aircraft carrier to worry about. A destroyer carrying a bottle of liquor lazily glided over, curiously poking Cassin's cheek.

"A comrade, Laffey welcomes you, Saratoga. Are there any more sirens around? Glug glug~~~"

"Is that Cassin? Where's the White Eagle destroyer? Come on, let's go back and report to the commander. Finding a comrade is something to be happy about." Saratoga cheerfully ran over, unlike Laffey, radiating a lively atmosphere. A quick glance at Cassin's ship equipment, especially the blue t-shirt with the White Eagle logo, easily confirmed Cassin's identity.

"Um, what should I do...?"

"No need to say anything. If you have any questions, just introduce yourself and go back to the commander."

Saratoga waved her hand, and most of the fighter jets flying in the sky returned to base in unison, leaving only two to conduct basic reconnaissance. And so, a bewildered Cassin followed her two White Eagle predecessors back to the port. "

Hello, Commander, I am the Mahan-class destroyer—Cassin... Um, if there's nothing serious, can I stay in the dock indefinitely?" The commander kept his promise. Of course, the deeper reason was that Cassin was just a destroyer, and a destroyer with a rarity of n. Although rarity doesn't completely correlate with combat power, most of the time, the higher the rarity, the stronger the fighting ability. So Cassin stayed in the port for a year. Until one day, the commander suddenly found Cassin. "Rebirth from the Ashes? Kashin, can you explain the effect of your skill?" "Commander, the effect is that when severely damaged, it can self-repair over time, but it does require materials like resource cubes, though the amount needed will be significantly less." "Does it require returning to port to repair?" "No, as long as you have the materials, it can be done during battle." "I see, let me think..." To Kashin's surprise, the Commander spent half an hour thinking, even sitting down at the desk and chair in Kashin's dormitory, taking out paper and pen to start calculating. "Um, Commander, if there's nothing else, Kashin can go and rest now." Although she never used the desk and chair assigned to her, after all, Kashin was just an idle ship girl, not needing to be a secretary ship or go into battle. While others might want to go out for fun, for Kashin, staying in her dormitory was perfect. However, with the Commander still there, it wasn't very convenient or elegant to just sprawl on the bed. “If we calculate it this way…” But the commander seemed not to hear, continuing to be engrossed in his calculations. Kashin couldn't resist any longer; his dependence on the soft bed overwhelmed everything. He kicked off his shoes, curled up in the corner formed by the bed and the wall, and picked up a novel to read with relish. Time slowly passed, the commander filled page after page with writing, and Kashin was almost finished with his novel. “I have to go to the library to borrow books again. I really don't want to go~~~” Kashin sighed, measuring the remaining pages with his fingers. Not wanting to move around and preferring to stay at home was Kashin's personality, but even boring time needed something to pass the time. “Yes, yes, it turns out there's such a result. If we calculate it this way, Kashin!” “Hmm? Is there something you need, Commander?” Kashin, curled up in the corner, responded to the commander's words with a lazy and listless voice, without even looking up. "Um, um, Kashin, while I, Commander, would never use my authority to take advantage of ship girls, could you perhaps be a little more mindful? After all, I'm a man." Kashin looked up in confusion, gazing at the setting sun. The Commander's face was somewhat blurry, but his excitement and unease were evident. Following the Commander's deliberately averted yet furtive gaze, Kashin realized that her situation was indeed a bit indecent. In her haste, Kashin had simply thrown on an overly loose White Eagle t-shirt, and while unconsciously rolling around on the bed with her pillow, her shoulders were already bare, revealing her slightly heaving breasts. Two long black stockings, one long and one short, hung on her legs, the black stockings contrasting against her alabaster-white skin. Following her slender legs upwards, the loose t-shirt, unknowingly rolled up during her movements, offered no concealment whatsoever. However, slightly disappointingly, underneath, she wore a pair of unremarkable black cotton underwear. The setting sun shone on Cassin, her prosthetic eye gleaming strangely in its light. (According to Cassin's character design, one of her eyes is prosthetic. Historically, the USS Cassin was sunk at Pearl Harbor, but half of it was saved.) In the dimly lit room, this ordinary ship girl suddenly became incredibly dazzling. "Well... it's not something I should worry about, is it? The Commander has so many beautiful and powerful ship girls under his command, it's definitely not my turn." Cassin wasn't exactly a nerdy girl; she just often seemed indifferent to many things, coupled with her overly reclusive personality, making her appear somewhat nerdy. But being suddenly seen like this by a stranger still made Cassin blush with shyness. Straightening her posture, adjusting her t-shirt, and then removing her half-undone stockings, Kashin tidied her slightly disheveled hair. She sat on the edge of the bed, quietly awaiting the Commander's next words. Watching Kashin tidy herself, although her alluring legs and delicate feet were still captivating when she sat down, the Commander, having been exposed to countless beauties, was a seasoned veteran. He took a deep breath, clearing his mind of unnecessary distractions. "Kashin, the port needs you." "Commander, don't joke around." What a joke! The port needed a white-skinned destroyer like her? Too low durability, ineffective artillery, weak torpedoes—after much thought, only her destroyer mobility was barely acceptable. What use was she? "I'm not kidding, this is a thought I've had carefully considered. Cassin, you might have been staying home too long. We have capable people to lead the port, but recently, while organizing documents, I realized we lack a ship girl who can mentor new recruits. While you could have someone like Portland or Unicorn mentor them, that would be a waste of talent. After much thought, I realized we need a ship girl who doesn't need to be a strong attacker, just tanky. And, more important than tankiness is cost-effectiveness. So..." "So?" Some say that when it comes to familiar territory and content, people become very eloquent. Watching the commander speak so confidently, his eyes shining with increasing brilliance, Cassin felt a very ominous premonition. It wasn't that bad luck was coming or anything, but rather that some things were slipping further and further away from him. "So I wasn't joking, Kashin. The port needs you. Here, this is the sortie schedule I just finished. I'll give the secretary ship a copy later. Take a look and get ready." Kashin blankly took the messy A4 sheet of paper. The top half had some incomprehensible calculations, but Kashin understood the rest. It was a full sortie schedule from noon to night. As for why there was no morning slot, that was because they needed to install emergency repair tools for Kashin in the morning. Kashin really wanted to tell everyone who ruined his vacation to die, but looking at the culprit in front of him, Kashin had to swallow his words. After all, he was the commander.

Second, Love.

A new schedule began. Cassin, equipped with two repair devices, was dragged to a sea area completely unsuitable for her training level. Initially, before the sea was even cleared, the heavily damaged Cassin was towed back to port by her seniors.

"Cassin, you're back to port heavily damaged again."

"Yeah, the enemy is too strong. I still have a lot to learn."

"......"

"Hey, Jiajia, you didn't say what to do if Cassin doesn't follow the script."

"I don't know."

"......"

Cassin wearily slumped her head on the table, next to a bottle of oxygenated drink specifically for ship girls. Honestly, if she had known sorties were this tiring, she should have rebuked the commander's idea back in the dorm that day. These past few days, her sorties had not only slowed down everyone's progress, but honestly, seeing the tense expressions of Portland and Cleveland protecting her from the front and back, and seeing Unicorn in the back row almost crying every time she returned home heavily damaged, Cassin truly felt deeply guilty. No, that's not right, it's all the Commander's fault. And no, that's not right either. Every time she's heavily damaged and repairing at home, the Commander always carefully stays by her side. While he might not be a personal attendant, for a ship girl, seeing the Commander is already a very happy thing. So, this gentle Commander isn't his fault, so whose fault is it...?

"How are you? Do you feel stronger?"

The Commander, with his familiar manner, sat down next to her, scratching her head as he asked. Kashin wanted to push him away, to retort that although she was a destroyer, she wasn't a child or anything like that. But she was just too tired. Her right hand simply picked up her drink, poured it into her mouth, and sipped the delicious beverage in a very awkward way. Because of the awkward posture, a lot of the drink dripped down her chin, wetting her clothes. Kashin adjusted her posture while leaning on the table and replied.

"It's strong, but I can't possibly be deployed in Chapter 12. Besides, I think my ship equipment is almost maxed out; I can't possibly handle it alone." " But Chapter 7 would be perfect .

Here's the new sortie roster for tomorrow .

" "

· ... "Alright, alright, enough joking around. You'll probably be having a tough time for a while. I don't have much to give you right now, but I promise I'll make it up to you later." He patted Cassin's head again. He wanted to deny that he wasn't a child anymore, but... the Commander was gone, leaving with a simple "Don't fall asleep in the teahouse again!" What was he thinking? Anyway, besides the Commander, there were only the Yellow Chicken and the ship girls here; falling asleep in the teahouse wouldn't be a big deal. After half-heartedly finishing the rest of her drink, Cassin finally perked up and sat up straight in her chair. “Although I don’t dislike a gentlemanly commander, but…” Straightening her half-soaked clothes, she absentmindedly recalled her second meeting with the commander. Although that day marked the complete failure of Kashin’s stay-at-home plan, “Does Kashin really lack any charm with girls?” “Of course not, Kashin is very beautiful, and the kind that grows on you.” “Eek!!!” The commander’s voice suddenly appeared behind her. Caught off guard, Kashin nearly jumped up in surprise. Turning around, she saw the commander pointing to the brown briefcase on the floor next to her chair. The commander expertly patted her head, silencing Kashin and easing the awkward atmosphere. If she could, Kashin wished the commander could stay a little longer, even if it meant being treated like a child. After all, for Kashin, being heavily damaged was different from being severely damaged. One meant she could repair it and be back, even ready to launch a medium-damaged attack next time; the other meant she was practically useless, confined to the repair room, waiting for repairs. As her training was nearing its end, Kashin hadn't had a chance to spend some quiet time with the Commander in a long time. "Alright, alright, I still have some things to do. Kashin, remember to go back to your dorm and get some sleep. Go train the new recruits tomorrow with full energy. Also, Kashin is actually really cute in my opinion." Kashin didn't move, maintaining her lazy demeanor, until she was absolutely certain the Commander wouldn't be returning. Only then did she touch her burning cheeks with both hands, confirming that everything that had just happened wasn't a dream. "The Commander said I'm cute, said I'm pretty, hehe~~~" Part Three, Marriage It was another day Kashin would never forget. That day, a weary Kashin returned with the equally weary Montpellier and Helena. This should be the last batch. It was Kashin's job to act as a caretaker for these excellent ship girls who would become the Commander's right-hand women on their growth path. According to the Commander, Kashin's presence not only improved the efficiency of sorties but also greatly reduced the port's maintenance costs. He said that without Kashin, he would need about twice the resources to connect these ship girls. However, none of this mattered to Cassin. After leading this group, it meant his vacation was about to begin again. Finally, he could go home and relax once more. Although not seeing the Commander would bring a little, a little, perhaps a lot, maybe a lot, a great deal of regret. "Monty, Helena, you two go find the Bri sisters to strengthen them. Tomorrow, you two familiarize yourselves with the conditions of the high-risk sea area with the other seniors. I should be organizing the exploration in a few days. Good luck adapting to the new environment as soon as possible. Cassin, stay behind." "Eh, do I have something to do?" "Come to the office." He didn't return too late, usually around 5-6 pm when the sun was setting. Then, if needed, he would organize a fleet sortie. During the busiest period, Cassin would really come back in the afternoon to replenish some repair materials, rest a little, and then continue sorties at night, fighting until dawn to replenish materials again and then continue fighting during the day. He would lead two or even three groups of people in shifts, because their ship equipment needed to be returned for repairs. Kashin could keep the damage level of his own ship equipment at a dangerous but safe baseline. Looking back, that period was truly exhausting. He would always rest during the return trips to port, and occasionally the commander would be by his side, but he was still too tired, so he would just fall asleep at his desk. Then, when it was time, the commander would gently wake him. Thinking about it, he always felt he had missed out on so much. The afterglow of the setting sun spilled into the corridor in segments. It was getting late, and the sky was somewhat dark. For some reason, Kashin thought of that day again, of the commander turning his head but then secretly glancing at him. In the darkness, he took out his keys, and after a few crisp metallic clanging sounds, the door to the commander's office opened.

The commander didn't turn on the lights, but the west-facing room wasn't particularly dark at the moment. Looking at the sun, half-disappeared, Kashin seemed to realize something; his heart pounded harder and harder, filled with both anticipation and fear.

"Cassin, did you remember anything?"

"......Hmm......"

"Actually, to be honest, I still think that day was the first time I saw you. I suddenly realized that even a girl dressed plainly could possess such charm."

"......"

"But that's nothing. After all, ship girls are the darlings of the sea, the hope of humanity. Beauty is innate for you. Pretty girls are common. But I discovered that you're not only beautiful in appearance, but your actions are even more beautiful."

"......"

"At first, I just thought you were a little bit of a homebody. After all, I gave you such a tight sortie schedule at the beginning, and I didn't see you complain at all. But later I found out that you're the kind of person who can hide in your dorm for half a month without coming out unless absolutely necessary. That's when I realized what you've sacrificed."

"Actually, it's nothing......"

“Listen to me, listen to me,” the commander interrupted me, his voice trembling with emotion. Looking up at the setting sun, his face was still somewhat blurred, just like that day. But this time, Kashin saw only apology and love in his eyes.

“Listen to me. After you grew up, you went out day and night to lead the team. Seeing you come back and fall asleep in a chair broke my heart, but there was nothing I could do. I was so anxious, so very anxious. I wanted to use every resource on the Steel Blade so they could expand their territory as soon as possible, giving us enough room to maneuver if the Sirens attacked. I was too hasty, too weak. I could only watch you go out every day with your tattered ship equipment, and come back with your tattered ship equipment.”

Kashin couldn't remember that time clearly anymore. He only remembered relying on the destroyer's speed to try his best to shield his teammates from the unavoidable gunfire, focusing more on self-repair than attacking, since the goal was training. It was exhausting, but looking back, it felt like a lifetime ago.

"All I could do back then was watch you sleep and wait for you to come back. So I thought, whatever I could give you, I would give you. But facing Cassandra, I suddenly realized I couldn't find anything to give you. You're the kind of person who can quietly stay in your dorm until you die with just a little something to pass the time. I really don't know what I can give you. So..."

"Marry me, Cassandra. I don't know what else I can give you besides this diamond ring. Will you accept it?"

Tears welled up in Cassandra's right eye. She was terrified, terrified of hearing the answer she didn't want. Although countless pieces of evidence pointed to the ending she hoped for, Cassandra's heart remained suspended in suspense until she heard those words with her own ears.

"Sobbing... sobbing..."

"No... you don't like it? Was I too rash after all..."

The commander's raised hand, the diamond ring he held up, fell with his heart in despair. But the next moment, Kashin rushed forward, her hands, still smelling of seawater and gunpowder, embracing the commander's hand and the diamond ring on his finger, holding them to her chest.

"No, no, I... I'm so happy, so incredibly happy. I never imagined the commander had been secretly preparing all this time. I'm so happy, so incredibly happy..."

Looking at the girl standing before him, crying and laughing at the same time, a mix of heartache and excitement welled up inside him.

"So, Cassandra, I know this place is simple, there's no wedding dress, no priest, besides 'I love you,' all I have to give you is a ring and a promise. Even so, will you marry me?"

"I do, I do, I absolutely do!"

Cassandra almost shouted the last words, gripping the diamond ring tightly in the commander's hand. The commander tried several times to pull his hand away but couldn't get the ring onto Cassandra's finger. Cassandra held the commander in his arms, crying and laughing, wetting his clothes, then hugged him, resting her head on his warm, broad chest, and fell peacefully asleep.

PS: The beginning is finished. The pace was too fast and it feels a bit empty. Just consider it practice; good things always feel a little lacking without much polish.
PS: But these aren't the main points. Next, I can write my favorite bondage H scene! Happy!

Four, First Time with the Secretary Ship:

"Commander, what happened to Cassandra's promised vacation?!"

Although the question was tinged with anger, the girl questioning the commander lacked any real presence. Anyone seeing a sleepy-eyed, disheveled girl would think of her being coquettish, not...

"Haha, well, well, all the capable ones have gone out, so, so."

Clearly, being blocked at the office door before even entering the office early in the morning would be embarrassing for anyone, especially since a promise to give Kashin a vacation had just been made yesterday.

"So?" Kashin raised her right hand, clearly indicating she was going to smash his head in if he didn't explain himself. Although the commander knew Kashin wouldn't actually do that, he still shrank back guiltily.

"So I thought about it, and among the familiar and capable ship girls, it seems only Cassin hasn't gone out."

"Cassin went back to sleep. Even the Commander can't go back on his word like that."

"Don't go, Cassin! It's really just you left. If you don't come and help me, the Commander will be exhausted! Don't go!"

Although the ship girls appear to have only human-like physiques, their strength far surpasses that of humans, leading to the bizarre sight of a petite woman dragging a robust man along.

Looking at the Commander's pleading face, Cassin couldn't bear to refuse. But, but, this was her long-awaited day off, her carefully planned three days and three nights of sleep, making up for all the time she hadn't spent at home before. Then, when she woke up in her dormitory in the morning, she found a notification—a notification asking her to temporarily serve as her secretary ship.

Cassin thought, "Can I take off my diamond ring?"

"Let's make sure this is clear. Once Enterprise and Lingbo are back, I won't have to be the secretary ship anymore, right?"

"No, no, it's just for the next few days, please."

Kashin pouted, took off her hair tie, and retied her ponytail. And just like that, she was pushed into the office by the commander.

In reality, secretary ships don't need much work. In fact, what they can be given are just some simple tasks. Do you expect a ship girl to draft next month's sortie plan, prepare a budget, submit material requests to headquarters, and then send back performance evaluations? Ship girls aren't management graduates.

Therefore, the work that Kashin actually does is very little. Basically, it's just entering data from collected reports and then classifying and archiving them. Under the commander's guidance, Kashin quickly found herself with nothing to do.

"Ha~~~ Ah, Commander, is there anything else Kashin needs to do?" Covering her mouth with her hand, Kashin lazily yawned, wiping away a few tears that had spilled out, and asked, curled up in her comfortable chair.

"It should be... um... no. Anyway, even if it is, you can deal with it tomorrow, there's not much work lately."

A focused man is very attractive; in fact, people who are dedicated to their work possess a unique charm. However, for Kashin, whose mind was filled with thoughts of sleep, nothing was more appealing than a warm bed.

"Can Kashin go now?"

"No, don't go! I might need your help with something."

"But didn't the Commander say it could be done tomorrow?"

"Then, then, how about the Commander stays with you?"

"Staying with me is boring. Forget it, can I take a nap on the table?" "

Go ahead and sleep. Should I get you a blanket?"

"No need, ship girls don't get sick."

And so, one curled up motionless in a chair, the other engrossed in work, completed their conversation with a strange, unspoken understanding. The sun was high in the sky, and only when his stomach rumbled did the Commander finally lift his head from the sea of files. He quickly slipped on the military uniform hanging on the back of the chair, and was about to call for his secretary ship to come out, when he realized that it wasn't the familiar Enterprise standing there, but Kashin.

Sleeping on the table must be uncomfortable; maybe he should order some neck pillows later. He turned around, grabbed some tissues, first wiping away the drool that had dripped from Kashin's mouth, then pulling out one to place underneath. After doing this, the Commander playfully ruffled Kashin's hair and prepared to leave.

Wait, did I just see something? Some things are indeed coincidences; if the Commander hadn't chosen to adjust Kashin's posture and wipe her drool, he wouldn't have noticed. The lazy Kashin usually wore loose, baggy White Eagle t-shirts, and with only a B-cup, she was naturally too lazy to wear a bra, which led to a clear view down the neckline of her large, white breasts under the influence of gravity.

"Is this considered voyeurism and sexual harassment...? But Cassin is my own marriage ship, so it shouldn't count, right...? Speaking of which, why don't we try that on Cassin? Let's try it..."

"It's rare to sleep so comfortably in so long."

Thinking back to before, what kind of life had she been living? Sleeping an average of one hour each morning and evening, then catching up on sleep in a daze when setting sail and returning, and spending the rest of the time needing to be on high alert for battle. Although ship girls aren't human, they still get tired.

But have I been sleeping for that long? I can't see anything.

Staring blankly for a long time, I finally realized that something was covering my eyes.

After shaking it off a couple of times without success, I remembered that I still had hands, but it seemed that something was fixing my hands behind my back, like a rope? Is it a mistake to tie a ship girl up with a rope?

"Kashin, you're awake! Ah, ah, don't move, don't move!"

"Ah, Commander, what did you say?"

Cashin snapped the ropes binding her wrists and removed her blindfold. She noticed it was already night. The table was clean, with four blue storage boxes on the corner. It seemed the Commander had finished his work. Then?

Cashin only then noticed the tangled ropes binding her and the Commander sitting opposite her on the chair, looking as if he had lost something important.

"Commander, did you do this?"

Cashin couldn't understand why she was sitting on the chair in the middle of the room when she was supposed to be sleeping on the table, and why these useless restraints were on her.

But it might have been useful if the person was a human woman. So, the perverted Commander?

"Yes, yes, I did it. I always thought Cashin dressed too plainly, so I wanted to dress her up."

"Is that so, Commander?" Cashin watched as the Commander, who was initially flustered to the point of biting his tongue, tried to appear calm. Even though Kashin had just woken up and wasn't usually very socially adept, she knew these things weren't just about dressing up.

Looking down at the ropes binding her, she realized her recent actions had only freed her hands. Although the ropes around her chest were a little loose, they still outlined her slender figure. The loose white eagle t-shirt was comfortable and convenient, but it also concealed her beautiful curves. Kashin herself didn't care about this, but it seemed some others did.

However, while the ropes on her upper body could be described as part of her attire, the ropes digging into her crotch and the folded, spread legs couldn't be explained by that. Adding to this, the knots rubbing against her clitoris with her movements aroused a strange sensation.

Kashin wasn't unfamiliar with this feeling—the urge to masturbate. However, Kashin generally avoided this behavior as much as possible, not because of any self-discipline or a desire for purity, but simply because she found cleaning it troublesome.

"Do you want to dress up Kashin, or do you want to see Kashin tied up?"

"I really like women tied up and unable to move, pfft!!! Pfft, I mean it..."

"The Commander has spoken his mind." Kashin teased, watching the Commander's initial excitement turn into a growing apathy.

"Yeah, I don't know why, but I really like seeing women tied up and unable to move."

The phrase "ashen-faced" perfectly describes the Commander's current state. Perhaps it was the comfort of being with Kashin, or perhaps it was simply the irresistible allure of her exposed skin. After poking Kashin several times without getting a response, the Commander resolutely embarked on a path of crime (laughs).

"I only intended to watch for a while, but then, well, anyway, I ended up tying up more and more people

, and I just kept watching you for a long time." As if resigned to his fate, the Commander opened up, seemingly believing it couldn't get any worse, and proceeded to recount his entire journey of developing a passion for bondage, from initial contact to deeper understanding. (Due to the limited space in this article, I won't use that to pad the word count.

) "So, I'm very sorry, Kashin, you can punish me however you like. It's just that I think the port needs something more... perhaps a suspended death sentence?"

"Commander, you still like to joke, Kashin isn't angry." Actually, Kashin was merely curious about who did it, and if it were the Commander, he'd at most want to know why he wanted to do it. In fact, from the moment the Commander started recounting his inner thoughts, Kashin was almost falling asleep.

"After all, the Commander didn't do anything. Even if he did, Kashin is a married ship, and she was already prepared for these things. So, Commander, is there anything else? If not, Kashin wants to go back and rest."

Kashin yawned again, easily snapping the rope tied to her leg, and stood up, ready to leave.

"Wait, Kashin, if you don't mind, I need to ask you something."

"Huh?! Commander, Kashin's rest time is almost gone, don't take up any more."

"It's nothing too troublesome. Can you come to my place to rest tonight?"

"Oh, I see."

"Come on, put your hands behind your back."

"Eh, is this necessary, Commander? Can't we just go to bed and turn off the lights? Kashin is so tired."

"What, what are you saying?"

Perhaps no one expected that the Commander would be the one to blush first.

"Are all Eagle Union ship girls this direct?"

Meeting Kashin's puzzled gaze, the Commander suddenly had a feeling that he might have been too reserved.

"I don't know, but Kashin thought, since we're married, it's okay to do it, right?"

"But it can't be that direct, can it? No, no, you've steered the conversation away from the topic. I didn't call you over to have sex with you."

"Eh, what is it then?" "

To tie Kashin up nicely, of course."

Without Kashin resisting, the rope was first tied together behind her back at her wrists, then around her elbows and under her chest, looping around and around until the rope was neatly arranged in a row. It was then simply wrapped around her neck, under her armpits, and then neatly wrapped around her upper chest a few times, finally lifting her hands up slightly. The aesthetically pleasing and reasonably comfortable restraint was complete.

A simple rope-padded pair of pants was tied around her waist and hips, then tucked into her crotch. The hem of Kashin's t-shirt clung tightly to her body, the oversized clothing creating a unique aesthetic on her slender figure.

The binding of her legs was relatively simple. Five sections of rope were tied around her knees, between her thighs and calves, and at her ankles. They were arranged in a row, looped around her legs, and then tightened to prevent slippage. Finally, they were marked, the excess length was cut off, and the ends were hidden.

"What do you think? I think Kashin looks incredibly beautiful like this."

"I guess so," Kashin replied. Sitting on the wooden high chair, Kashin tried to stand up without damaging the ropes. In front of her was a floor-length mirror, which the commander had specially brought over. Her figure, which had originally been hidden by the loose t-shirt, was now fully exposed under the pressure of the ropes. The disheveled clothes, combined with the neat ropes, guided the viewer's gaze to Kashin's body. Black stockings with yellow hemp rope weren't exactly a good combination, but fortunately, Kashin's legs were long and slender, making it all so pleasing to the eye.

"Here, put this on too."

Kashin turned her head and saw the Commander holding a small red gag in both hands. She obediently bit down on it, and a black leather strap tied behind her head, also pressing down Kashin's ponytail.

Indeed, Kashin looked stunning.

Looking at Kashin writhing and turning in front of him in the mirror, as if looking at a stranger, the Commander felt a strong sense of satisfaction, like having completed a beautiful work of art. But the Commander felt that something was missing.

For example, the panic of a bound person!

And the messy hair stuck to her face and neck from struggling.

These were all plus points.

“That Cassin.”

“Hmm?”

“Try acting out that feeling of panicked struggle.”

“Hmm…hmm?” (First tone turning into second tone)

“Like that panicked feeling you had when you first went out to fight a high-difficulty Siren with low training levels, and then you struggle a little.”

“Hmm.” (Fourth tone)

Then the Commander witnessed a heartbreaking scene. Cassin’s lazy eyes instantly sharpened, and with a few simple exertions, all the ropes that originally restrained Cassin, except for the ropes tied around her chest and her leggings, snapped.

Don’t judge ship girls by human standards. They don’t panic when they encounter Sirens, and ordinary ropes can’t bind them.

Commander’s notes before bed.

“Commander, what should I do?”

“No, get a good night’s sleep, and continue working tomorrow.”

“Okay.”

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