My ship girl setup is off...

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Qianwei buried his head deep in Zhengri's neck, their bodies pressed together at a near-zero distance, his hands tightly wrapped around Zhengri's waist, and uttered words devoid of emotion.

"Commander, you don't want to spend your whole life in the basement, do you?"

Chapter 10 Sinking into the Sea

When I used to read novels, I always thought, "Damn it, why don't you just drag him into the basement already? Give me some more of the scenes I want to see!" when the female protagonist almost turned evil and dragged the protagonist into the basement for repeated sexual encounters.

Then, when I experienced it firsthand, I didn't think that way anymore. I didn't feel happy; instead, I felt a murderous aura hovering over my head, as if a hidden danger was telling me, "Think carefully before you speak properly."

Damn it, from now on, if anyone says they want to see someone being dragged into a basement, I'll be the first to do it!

"No, I'm just curious about it. If you don't want to talk about it, that's fine. Just know that I definitely won't abandon you."

Following his heart, Zheng Ri spoke his mind, and at the same time held Qian Wei even tighter. He would never do that; what if such a good girl just ran away?

Hearing his commander's heartfelt words, the vanguard remained silent for a while. Instead of sticking close to him, he looked at the commander with a sigh and a slightly resentful gaze.

"Commander, you absolutely cannot have even the slightest thought about this in the future. You know, curiosity killed the cat."

"Can't I even think about it?"

"I can't even think about it!"

"Fine, if you say so, then I won't ask anymore."

Faced with his ship girl's strong plea, Masahi chose to follow his heart, but he was genuinely curious whether it would be the same ending he had imagined.

Sensing the message being conveyed, Qianwei thought for a moment and decided to speak up, after all, lessons from the past should guide the future.

"Actually, it's not a big deal to say it out loud. It's just like what you thought, Commander, except the outcome will be different. There was a commander before who enjoyed the service of the ship girls but didn't care about their feelings at all."

"He has a ship girl named Prinz Eugen, and because he likes her, he vows to spend his life with her and the future together. He gives her a ring, and she wears a wedding dress for him. Logically speaking, no matter what the future holds, they should live and die together."

"But that commander later fell in love with another ship girl, but since she didn't want a ring, he gave her the ring and wedding dress from his own ship of the same name... This was both betrayal and abandonment."

Listening to Qianwei's description, Zheng Ri felt a strange sense of familiarity, as if he had met him somewhere before.

It happened just like that, and then it suddenly dawned on me.

Isn't this the same picture I saw in the group before?

"Yes, it's just like the picture you imagined, Commander. That's what happened, and the ending was that we all sank into the sea."

"Sinking into the sea? Why?"

Zheng Ri thought about it. Logically speaking, shouldn't someone with such a scumbag finger be strangled or tortured? Why would it sink into the sea?

"Because of love, she loved him. After kissing her beloved until he was breathless, she held him in her arms and sailed into the sea without hesitation, eventually sinking into the depths of Enubugi Reef in the Jalin Atoll of the Western Ocean."

"What is that place?"

The site of the sinking of the heavy cruiser Prinz Eugen

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"I would never betray or abandon you. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked those questions."

Zheng Ri hugged Qian Wei tightly, so tightly it was as if she wanted to meld Qian Wei into her body, while Qian Wei stroked the commander's hair. She was very happy that her commander had listened to her.

"Commander, actually, I'm a little envious of this ending."

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Listening to Qianwei's incredibly strange words, Zheng Ri parted from Qianwei's side, his face filled with wise confusion.

Ignoring the commander's gaze, the vanguard's thoughts drifted, and he spoke:

"What I envy is being able to die with the one I love, sinking into the sea, in some corner of the world, under the gaze of nature, in the embrace of the ocean, gradually sinking, embracing each other as we depart, like a whale fall, beautiful and romantic."

"We can never be separated, not even in death."

The person and the ship fell silent. Death is a fair and heavy thing for all living beings. Even a ship girl, who is more idealistic, is afraid of death.

However, compared to sinking with honor and protection in their hearts, the ship girls are more afraid that their commander will leave first.

"Alright, Commander, let's not talk about this anymore, or I'll get angry. Knights also have anger and need comfort from those they serve."

Avant-garde, no longer wanting to be immersed in this heavy atmosphere, revealed a triumphant smile, but his gaze towards Zheng Ri turned strange again.

"Alright, my knight, how do you need me to comfort you?"

Having roughly understood the avant-garde's intentions, Zheng Ri followed suit. Besides, he wasn't going to get injured so soon, so why think so much?

Eat and drink as you please, don't dwell on things, keep dancing and having fun, and don't overthink things.

"Coax me"

"How to coax?"

"That must be..."

The vanguard lowered his head again and kissed his commander.

...

"The ingredients for tonight are ready, along with some small gifts for the Commander. I hope he likes them."

Having already contacted Belfast, Plymouth took out some of the things she had bought from her ship equipment and put the ingredients in the refrigerator. Although Plymouth knew that she was a Royal Navy ship girl, her cooking skills were probably not particularly delicious.

However, having learned from Belfast, the head maid of the Royal Maid Corps, she would surely surprise the Commander and elicit praise for its deliciousness.

As for why he chose to study under Belfast?

Plymouth understood perfectly well that the way to a man's heart was through his stomach. Even if it was slightly less advantageous than other ships, she would definitely choose one that could cook.

I wonder how the Vanguard and Commander are doing? Do they need any help?

Plymouth recalled that she had given the vanguard a chance to get along with the commander, but she didn't know how it went. After all, given the vanguard's stubborn personality, it would probably be a bit difficult for him to get along with the commander.

After all, they are the kind of people who don't show it on the surface, but actually have a lot of little thoughts in their minds; commonly known as:

Just as Plymouth was trying to figure out how to help her best friend, the door was opened.

"Ah, welcome back, Commander and Vanguard... Your Excellency?"

Why are you holding hands?

Plymouth, who had originally intended to welcome the commander and vanguard back to the door, was speechless upon seeing the scene before him.

Qianwei and Zhengri held hands. Qianwei tried to maintain a serious expression, but he couldn't suppress the smile on his face, while Zhengri was a little shy and didn't know what to say.

Plymouth suddenly felt a sense of superfluity, or rather, a feeling of being superfluous.

I was in the kitchen instead of the living room.

Chapter 11 Giving Up Thinking

"What's wrong? Come on in!"

"Yes, Commander."

"Commander, welcome back. Is there anything Plymouth can help you with?"

Zheng Ri waved his hand at Plymouth, indicating that there was nothing he needed Plymouth to handle for him. However, upon hearing her say that, Zheng Ri almost forgot...

I wrote something down.

Approaching Plymouth, after the latter tilted his head slightly in confusion, he handed Plymouth the freshly baked takoyaki from his bag.

"Here you go, Plymouth, this is for you. Even though you didn't go, I'll still remember. We can't be biased."

"Ah... thank you, Commander. Plymouth will cherish this gift you gave me forever. It's... the first gift you ever gave me."

"Plymouth will be remembered."

Plymouth picked up the takoyaki in front of him, which was in a transparent plastic box. It was round and plump, with a rich color, and there was even some condensation in the middle of the transparent lid, which showed that it was indeed freshly baked.

But more than the delicious snacks, Plymouth was touched that Zheng Ri and Qian Wei had thought of her after they went out, and her eyes welled up with tears as she looked at Zheng Ri.

"No, Plymouth, you'd better not hold back. Eat it while it's hot, otherwise it won't taste as good when it gets cold."

Faced with Plymouth's gaze, Zheng Ri couldn't quite bear it and was somewhat hesitant to meet Plymouth's eyes.

Actually, after finishing my private conversation with the avant-garde, I returned to the stall and found that the takoyaki I hadn't finished eating hadn't been cleared away. After finishing and preparing to leave, I remembered that Plymouth hadn't come, so I just packed one to take home.

But why was she so moved? And why did she want to keep it and engrave it in her heart?

My God, is a girl like this really someone I could have?

Please forgive me, she is an angel!

Damn it! Anyone who dares to oppose Plymouth, I'll smash their Harman's head in!

Watching his commander go from initial guilt and self-blame to striving harder and finally meeting Plymouth's gaze with a telepathic connection, Vanguard almost chuckled. But it was for the best; after all, what if the commander really only had eyes for him...?

Then I would be the enemy of all my sisters, a sinner of the port.

...

"So, Plymouth, you know you're a ship girl from my port, why didn't you tell me from the beginning?"

After the staring contest ended, watching Plymouth finish his takoyaki, sit properly on the sofa, bend over, and put his hands together in the same signature pose as Commander Ikari, one might think it was just a casual question, but the way he looked made it seem like an interrogation. His gaze, however, seemed to wander off somewhere.

Plymouth, whose name was called, tilted his head and then looked at the avant-garde who was standing in a standard posture next to Zheng Ri, exchanging glances.

Did they confess?

In less than a second, the two ship girls had finished exchanging information, so fast that Zheng Ri didn't even have time to react.

"Commander, I actually wanted to tell you this tonight, but there were other people present then. Our port's existence is a secret. Although we're not afraid, we won't cause you any trouble as long as we don't get into any."

Plymouth approached Masahiro and, mimicking the Sakura Empire ship girls, attempted to kneel on both knees. She then asserted her strength, adopting the posture of a submissive woman accepting her husband's punishment. This successfully attracted Masahiro's attention while also offering an explanation.

However, Plymouth knew in his heart that if the commander needed an explanation, then he would explain it to him.

We can't exactly say Belfast wants us to turn you into a useless piece of trash who can't do anything without ship girls, can we? That would probably trigger a rebellious streak in people's subconscious, especially since this matter was approved by more than two-thirds of the votes in the port.

Of course, Plymouth didn't know that if Zheng Ri could hear her thoughts right now, he would probably shout that a great era had arrived.

Then, while enjoying the meticulous service from the ship girls, I was also criticizing myself for becoming like this. It must be all the ship girls' fault; they love me too much.

Finally, one experiences that simple, unpretentious, and monotonous "petit-bourgeois" life: extravagant spending by day, nightly revelry, day after day, a life of debauchery and excess.

Okay, that's really great.

"Alright, I know, it's my problem. Plymouth, get up first. But speaking of which, I remember when I first created you, your body was mostly covered up. How come now, it looks like... you're missing a bit..."

Zheng Ri pulled Plymouth up and made her sit beside him. His eyes kept drifting towards Plymouth's large, white, round, and shapely breasts. He couldn't help it; they were too eye-catching. Moreover, his dress had been shortened, shrinking to above his knees. In the end, he had no choice but to look directly into Plymouth's eyes.

Hmm, those light purple, naturally alluring eyes look very energetic.

"Because when you created me, Commander, I was able to sense the presence of other people within the machine. The information fed back through the mental network confirmed that she was not one of us, so I stretched and thickened my clothes so they couldn't see me."

"Besides, would the Commander really want to expose my body to other people?"

"Impossible, absolutely impossible! You're my ship girl, you can only be shown to me!"

"Yes, Commander, Plymouth will always, always belong to you alone, so there's no need to worry. Plymouth has always, always been by your side."

Vanguard silently watched Plymouth manipulate the Commander. Plymouth knew what the Commander wanted to ask, what he wanted to hear, and what he wanted to hear from her. So Plymouth said what the Commander wanted to hear.

At the same time, they pulled the power of discourse in their own hands and successfully occupied the high ground of discourse.

Wonderful, wonderful.

Who says only bad women have bad intentions? Good women can have just as many bad intentions.

Avant-garde thought to himself with a strange feeling.

"But if that's the case, then your clothes can change according to your wishes, so..."

"No, Commander! Even if we are ship girls, we can't create matter out of thin air. Everything has its consumption; there's no such thing as a perpetual motion machine in this world."

"All right"

Plymouth stopped her commander from indulging in fantasies. It wasn't so much that it was impossible, but rather that it was not advisable to do so. Although powerful ship girls could reverse the rules to a certain extent, it was still only to a certain degree.

Unless it's possible to control the variable that increases entropy...

"Commander, would you like to try something different? A lap pillow, or a chest pillow?"

Plymouth broke free from Zheng Ri's thoughts, tightened her now-thin white gauze dress to her thighs, patted her smooth, white legs with both hands, and then gently covered her chest with her hands, her meaning quite clear.

"Yeah"

Seeing Plymouth's alluring appearance, Zheng Ri nodded in agreement without hesitation, but then immediately realized, "Wasn't I the one in control just now? How did I end up being the one being controlled?"