The Admiral's Wife in My Memories

My wedding night with my wife...

"Is it July 8th again?"

I glanced 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 already 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.

"Last night I found you asleep in your office, so I moved you to the bedroom. Are you alright, Admiral? Are you too tired?"

I raised my hand to wipe away the long hair that had brushed against my face.

"Ah, I'm sorry, Admiral."

Madam noticed my movement, reached out, and tucked her hair behind her ear.

Then she gave me an apologetic smile.

Just like Madam 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?"

Madam 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 streamed through my fingers.

"I'm sorry, I suddenly lost my composure."

For a grown man to speak with such choked sobs was truly out of character.

"No, it's alright, Admiral." My wife

bent down and hugged me, her sweet fragrance wafting over me.

A familiar scent, almost déjà vu.

No, the tears were about to fall 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."

My wife, who had been lost in thought, looked up, hesitated for a moment, and 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 ma'am?"

"Yes, really? That's wonderful. Thank you, Admiral." I felt like I'd been friend-zoned.

Of course, I could tell that the lady's complexion wasn't as good as her answer; she looked pale from trying too hard to control her expression.

A woman's sensitivity, huh?

I thought of the lady from before—the same flaxen hair, the same hair accessories, the same face.

And the same smile.

But things were different now.

I could no longer easily tell the ship girls I liked them. My past was tied to over 100 dead souls; I had no future.

To the lady now, I wasn't worth it at all. I

struggled to sit up, my trembling hands barely supporting me; my body felt even weaker than before.

But it was a new day. I went out and started my workday.

Life seemed to have returned to normal, but the lady had become even more intimate and cautious with me.

Whenever I noticed her gaze returning to me, I could see her evasive eyes,

like a frightened little animal.

I sighed. This was so unfair to the ship girls now. They were new, deserving a fresh start, yet now they were forced to bear the burden of my past.

"Madam, would you like to have dinner together tonight?"

Even for the sake of the current ship girls, I can't be bound by the past.

Madam's face flushed with happiness, and she smiled and agreed, "Okay!" *Knock knock*.

There was a knock at the door.

"Come in."

I took a deep breath, trying to make my deadpan expression more cheerful.

It was clear Madam 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. Madam nodded, flattered, but I knew my smile was just a facade.

The clinking of cutlery against plates was soft, otherwise, the silence was awkward.

Madam straightened her back slightly, trying to break the silence.

"Admiral, yesterday when I went on my expedition, I sank an Abyssal Battleship with a single bomb!" "Truly worthy of you, Madam."

I stretched my facial muscles, making my smile even wider.

"And also, last time during the expedition, Kaga got hit by the deep sea and cried so much. She clung to me and wouldn't let go, and I even had to carry her into the canal." "Kaga really loves you, my wife."

My wife used to spoil Kaga like that too. How could I say something like that?

"Admiral, do you remember the days we spent together?"

"I remember."

I forced myself to stay awake and recalled the fun times I had with my wife.

"When we were clearing 2-4, we really owed it to you, my wife. Although we were discouraged a couple of times, you were still the biggest contributor."

"Admiral..."

My wife was a little embarrassed when I mentioned the discouragement experience. "I wasn't very skilled back then. I discouraged people at first, but then it stopped."

"When we were clearing 4-4, we were able to get Kaga thanks to your luck, my wife. Otherwise, how could someone as unlucky as me have gotten anything?"

"Admiral's face is very fair, not dark at all." My

wife chuckled and comforted me, the candlelight making her face look radiant.

However, my head was getting increasingly dizzy. I forced myself to stay awake and tried to get through this 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'd said the wrong thing.

My wife's face turned terrifying, her smile barely perceptible.

"We didn't do the summer event, did we?"

I tried to explain, but no words came out.

"Admiral, excuse me."

My wife got up, covered her face, and left. I could almost see her tears falling in the air.

I wanted to chase after her, but my legs felt like lead. In the end, I just collapsed onto the table, letting the tears flow freely. I could

faintly hear my wife crying in the room, while my right hand was already clenched and sweaty.

After slapping myself hard with my left hand, I finally steeled myself and went inside.

I heard my wife sniffling in the darkness.

"Admiral, why are you here?"

My wife tried to suppress her sobs, but her voice was still trembling, making my heart ache.

I went up and hugged her.

"I'm sorry. I can't forget the ship girls from before, so I've never dared to reciprocate your feelings, ma'am." I blurted out these words, words I'd kept hidden in my heart for so long, with disbelief.

"I know," my wife 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,

"I'm sorry."

"It's okay, I love the admiral no matter what."

My wife's red lips pressed against mine, her soft, fragrant tongue seemingly demanding something as it slipped into my mouth.

My breathing became heavy, and my wife's slightly clumsy tongue was quickly controlled by me, struggling weakly until I squeezed out the last drop of saliva.

"Huff..." My wife

, breathless, pushed me away, letting out a cute, soft moan in my arms.

"What the admiral likes, I like too."

My wife's bra strap had slipped down to her chest due to our movements, revealing her full breasts.

"Ma'am, aren't you wearing a bra?"

My wife pointed, stopping my surprise, and guided my hand to her breasts.

"Mmm..."

My hand touched my wife's breast, and she let out a soft moan from the stimulation.

Her body radiated an astonishing heat, making my hand tremble. I swallowed hard and began to caress her breasts.

My hand circled her breasts, kneading them like dough.

"Mmm, ah..."

My wife let out a soft, boneless moan.

Then I quickly flicked her rosy nipples up and down with my fingers, and they became erect from my teasing.

I lowered my head and took her hardened nipple into my mouth.

"Ah! Ah!"

Her breasts bounced, the trembling in my mouth like the elasticity of pudding.

While licking her tender nipple, my hands also kneaded her breasts.

"Mmm...mmm...ah!" My wife

panted, but she didn't resist me; she even pressed my head down, burying it between her full breasts.

My wife's smooth skin made me involuntarily rub my head against it, while she gasped softly at my stubble, her body trembling in my arms.

She gasped and pulled my hand 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 hands caressing her already wet labia.

"Mmm... Admiral, I want..."

she begged, her soft body trembling weakly from my caresses.

I pulled down my pants, revealing my already throbbing penis, and aimed it at her vagina.

I lifted her soft thighs onto my shoulders, sensual and intoxicating. I thrust in forcefully, entering her vagina.

Her vagina was tight and warm, my advance encountering great resistance.

She squeezed my neck tightly with her thighs, kicking repeatedly.

"Mmm...it hurts so much, Admiral."

I stopped moving, waiting for my wife to adjust to my penis. After a series of contractions, the reaction in her vagina subsided. I continued forward, reaching her hymen.

"Admiral, come in quickly, let me be yours!"

I thrust hard, breaking through her hymen.

My wife cried out in pain, but her body tried to accommodate me. The mental pleasure surpassed the physical pain, and my wife felt a great sense of relief.

"I'm finally yours, Admiral."

Seeing my wife's reaction, I felt relieved and began to thrust rapidly in and out of her warm, moist vagina.

"Ah! Admiral, faster! It feels so good!"

After the pain of losing her virginity, my wife gradually felt pleasure and moaned ecstatically. My wife's vagina became increasingly wet and hot, and she quickly reached orgasm. But my wife's legs still gripped me tightly. "Admiral, shoot it all in, let me get pregnant!"

Feeling the soft body beneath me, I couldn't help but ejaculate my hot semen deep into my wife's vagina.

Exhausted, my wife and I lay on the floor. After what seemed like an eternity, she nestled against my chest, one hand supporting her face, the other teasingly picking at a lock of hair. "Admiral, let's get married?" she whispered. Tilting her head, she looked at me with unprecedented cuteness, and I couldn't help but blurt out, "Okay!" "Really? I'm so happy!" she exclaimed, burying her face in my chest, her hair rustling against my skin.

My penis hardened again. I rolled over and pinned her down, and 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 ornaments 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 grace, and the pale pink velvet stockings made her long, beautiful legs incredibly alluring.

The lady 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 put my arm around her waist from behind.

"Eternal love."

The lady blushed and lowered her head, leaning closer.

"That's right, eternal love."

I gently blew on the lady's small earlobe, making it turn a lovely red.

I couldn't resist picking up my wife and placing her on the bed.

"Admiral, what are you doing? The wedding is about to start!" My wife was a little flustered.

"It's alright, it'll only take a moment."

I lowered my head and kissed my wife's lips. Her body quickly became limp and powerless, letting me do as I pleased.

"Admiral, whatever you like."

My wife murmured softly.

I lifted my wife's skirt and buried my head inside.

"Ah! Admiral, get out!"

My wife immediately slapped her skirt down, but I was already inside.

"Wife, you're still wearing lace-up panties, how naughty."

I untied my wife's panties.

"Ugh..."

My wife protested with a cute whimper, but this only fueled my desire.

I took off my wife's white high heels and played with her small, beautiful feet.

"Ah!" My

wife raised her toes because of my teasing, the taut arch of her foot making the curve of her beautiful foot even more alluring. I gently kissed the soles of my wife's feet, her soft little feet twisting in my hands, but unable to escape because I held her ankles.

My wife's voice was already panting, "Admiral, stop it!"

I ignored her protests and instead intensified my sucking on her round, adorable toes.

Her stockings, soaked, clung tightly to her toes, revealing their shape. I traveled up her calves to her fleshy thighs. The soft, velvety texture of her thighs complemented them 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 firmly held them 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 base of her thighs, which weren't covered by stockings, and the muscles in her thighs trembled incessantly from the itch.

"Hurry up!"

She twisted her body, bringing her vulva close to my mouth. I stuck out my tongue, tracing its path between her labia.

"Mmm..."

My wife let out a satisfied moan. My fingers parted her moist labia, teasing her pink clitoris. Pleasure swept through her entire body, and she quickly reached orgasm.

Her love juices flowed down her thighs onto my hand, which I licked away little by little, while she continued to moan softly.

"Wife, shouldn't you make me feel good too?"

I grinned mischievously as I emerged from under her skirt, unzipped my pants, and revealed my already erect penis.

My wife blushed and scolded me, "Admiral, you really are..."

Even so, 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. My wife's warm little mouth brought the pleasure to its peak, while her little hands rubbed against my exposed penis, making me finally unable to hold back and ejaculate all my hot semen into her mouth.

"Mmm..."

My wife slowly swallowed my semen, her face flushed. "Admiral, you really are something, messing around before the wedding." My wife kept hitting me with her little fists.

I grabbed her fists and rolled around on the bed with her.

"Admiral, am I just a substitute for another ship girl?"

I hugged my wife tightly, "You are my wife, only you, now and forever." **************************************

This is probably the earliest one on the timeline. All the articles are about the story of a certain hardcore admiral.

This article is dedicated to all hardcore admirals.

Damn it, I watched Gundam UC and still didn't get Unicorn. 6-4 is currently on an 80-game losing streak.

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