Elder brother's garrison

“…Saratoga.”

Although Tirpitz was lazy and didn't care about his appearance, his skill in coloring was impeccable.

Tirpitz, holding a pencil, quickly sketched two intertwined figures on the booklet.

One small figure lay on the bed with its legs spread apart, while another figure knelt beside the small figure, leaning forward and pressing its full breasts against the small figure's head, holding a long, strip-shaped object that was pixelated.

Tirpitz's paintings are very rough, but the lines are very meticulous. With just a few strokes, he vividly portrays an indescribable atmosphere and the scene of girls with their bodies intertwined and their hair tied together on the paper.

Looking at the scenes in Tirpitz's booklet, Saratoga's face turned red and white, and she was speechless.

“…Why are you looking at me like that?” Tirpitz’s gaze shifted to Saratoga. “Keep eavesdropping.”

"Oh...oh oh..."

Saratoga remained pressed against the door, listening to the sounds behind it with Tirpitz, but her eyes never left Tirpitz's booklet, following the swift strokes of Tirpitz's pen.

The sounds from inside the door did not stop.

The figures in Tirpitz's pamphlet move one after another.

"...Yamato-neechan, is it...not done yet?"

"Uh...right away, right away...I'm sorry, well...actually, this is the first time I've done this kind of thing with someone else..."

"Eh... Yamato-neechan has no experience? She's lived for five hundred years..."

"...My only experience is myself...but doing this kind of thing yourself and doing it for someone else are two different experiences."

"Oh...that's true."

"But then again, Xiaobai, I've noticed that these holes of yours seem to have never been filled with anything."

"Yes."

"If it's the first time, I'll try to be gentle..."

"Ah."

"I'm going to put it in... although it's a bit big for my first time."

"It should be fine..."

"Pretty much. It's much smaller now that it's not being activated, but one of them is still a bit thicker than your leg, Xiaobai. I feel like it should be no problem to put two in."

……

Outside.

"Two...two! As thick as a leg?!"

Saratoga gasped.

Saratoga, pressed against the door, stared wide-eyed as Tirpitz's pencil danced rapidly across the booklet, transforming page after page into panels that challenged Saratoga's worldview.

"This...this...no, no! No!" Saratoga's slender fingers scratched at Little White's door, making it creak. "Tirpitz!"

"Hmm? Wait a little longer, inspiration is flowing."

"No, no! We can't wait any longer, if we wait any longer... Little White will be in danger! Aren't you worried about Little White?!" Saratoga jumped up from the ground with an expression of overwhelming grief.

"...Well, how should I put it, anyway, Xiaobai isn't in any danger..."

"This is even worse than Little White being in danger!" Saratoga hurriedly raised her hand, as if to slam it on the door. "No! This kind of dangerous play is unacceptable! It will hurt Little White!"

"Ah... wait, Saratoga, now's not the time to go in. It would be awkward to go in now..."

Tirpitz quickly grabbed Saratoga around the waist.

"Nothing matters when it comes to Xiaobai's safety!"

Saratoga screamed and desperately raised her hand, ready to slam it down on the door with all her might.

Just as Saratoga and Tirpitz were locked in a struggle, about to smash open the door of Little White's house with a single punch to rescue Little White from his dangerous game, a click was heard. Before Saratoga's fist could even hit the door, the door of Little White's house was pulled open from the inside.

behind the door.

It was a helpless face on Yamato's face.

"Hey... you guys have been making so much noise since the beginning." Yamato looked at Saratoga and Tirpitz, who were entangled like Greek statues in the doorway, with a puzzled expression. "What are you doing standing in front of Shiro's door at this hour?"

"I...uh..." Saratoga froze, staring at Yamato's unexpectedly calm face and his heavily wrapped body. "I, I came here..."

"Uh... never mind." Before Saratoga could finish speaking, Aquaman glanced at both sides of the corridor to make sure no one else was there. Then he opened the door wide and waved to Saratoga and Tirpitz. "Anyway, don't just stand there at the door. It's very conspicuous. Shiro and I are at a critical moment. If you don't mind, please come in."

"what?!"

Saratoga's mouth dropped open. "I...can I go in?"

"What's not allowed?"

"But...but..."

“Then I’ll gladly accept… Is there any Coke?” Tirpitz took advantage of Saratoga’s daze and hesitation to loosen his grip on her arm and casually walked into the room.

"Ah! Tirpitz!"

When Saratoga saw Tirpitz slip into the room, he quickly braced himself and followed Tirpitz inside.

Saratoga walked into Shiro's room with her eyes closed.

Upon entering the room.

A gust of cold air hit me in the face.

Saratoga instinctively shivered.

You can see Xiaobai in this... this room...

Shiro and Yamato were lying in bed... together (censored), and then a terrifying scene of (censored) going to (censored)... was right in front of them...

Saratoga's heart pounded, she swallowed hard, and nervously opened her eyes.

then.

"what?"

Saratoga saw Little White sitting unharmed on the floor in the center of the room with a large piece of ice-blue land-based ship equipment. Two thick black cannons were stuck in the land-based ship equipment, and wisps of black and red smoke swirled around Little White's blue ship equipment.

Huh?

Two?

Thick thighs?

Cannon barrel?

So that's what they were talking about?

Why is this scene different from what I imagined?

Saratoga was stunned.

"How did you manage to turn the air conditioning up so high in the room?" Behind Saratoga, Tirpitz took a can of cola from the refrigerator, unscrewed the cap, and gulped down two mouthfuls before calmly asking Deep Sea Yamato and Shiro.

"Ah... the air conditioning is because of my ship equipment..." Xiaobai replied with a smile while sitting in the land-based ship equipment.

"Phew, a portable refrigerator, that's amazing."

Tirpitz, clutching a Coke bottle, stood next to Saratoga.

Saratoga turned his head blankly and looked at Tirpitz.

"You... how come you're not surprised at all..." Saratoga asked, dumbfounded.

"me?"

"Ah."

“…Well, how should I put it?” Tirpitz tilted his head and thought for a moment, “It was less of a surprise and more of a lack of surprise.”

"what?"

“Well, how should I put it?” Tirpitz said, taking a sip of his cola. “I’ve been drawing in my notebook for years, so I have a good eye for these kinds of scenes.”

“…Saratoga.”

Saratoga suddenly felt a sense of loneliness, as if she had been abandoned by the world.

Chapter 1534 Bismarck Returns

As afternoon approached, the sun gradually turned a dusky yellow.

Golden sunlight streamed through the windows into the quiet, deserted corridor, gilding the snow-white walls with a golden sheen.

A series of faint footsteps echoed at the end of the corridor.

"Da da da."

The sound of footsteps came from far to near.

A foot wearing a black leather boot stepped onto the corridor floor.

A tall, slender figure in black walked steadily down the corridor, carrying a brand-new yellow washboard in one hand and a bag full of daily necessities in the other.

The dim sunlight streamed through the window and fell on the figure's head, illuminating a pair of short, white, cat-ear-shaped hairs in the shimmering golden light.

Her short, snow-white hair, shaped like cat ears, swayed slightly in the sunlight.

It was Bismarck.

After a whole afternoon of careful selection, Bismarck finally finished his shopping and returned.

Bismarck carried the washboard to her room, put it down, took out her room key, and opened the door.

Bismarck grabbed a washboard, walked into the room, and gave a flat call to the room.

Tirpitz.

The room was empty and quiet, with no response.

"..."

Bismarck stood at the doorway, quietly observing the empty room for a while before entering. He first placed the small amount of daily necessities he was carrying in the entryway, then carried the washboard into the living room.

In the lobby, there were several standard large beds. Three of the beds were neatly made, but the bed closest to the television showed signs of having been used.

Bismarck silently walked to the bedside near the television and glanced at it first.

The TV was put on standby, but the power button was still on. Several data cables were still plugged into the TV. A game console, which was also still powered on, was placed on the floor under the bed, with two controllers that were flashing their signal lights scattered on the floor.

It seems.

Someone must have played games in the room before, but quickly lost interest, hastily turned off the TV screen, and left the room without even turning off the power.

This lazy, laid-back style of doing things is unique to Tirpitz.

Bismarck put down the washboard, picked up the two handles on the ground, and gently sniffed them.

It tastes like Tirpitz and Saratoga.

A knowing glint flashed in Bismarck's eyes. She grabbed the handle and went to the bed that had clearly been used. She climbed onto the bed and sniffed around for a while, following the obvious signs of sitting and lying down.

Ok.

It tastes like Tirpitz and White.

Bismarck nodded, already having a general idea of ​​where Tirpitz was going.

Since I'm with Xiaobai, I don't need to worry for now.

Bismarck was thinking, but her hands didn't stop moving. She first went to the TV and disconnected the power to the TV and the game console. Then she unplugged the data cables connected to the TV, tidied them up, and stacked them with the game console and controller in the storage cabinet.

Bismarck then silently smoothed out the slightly dented bed, put the used water cup into the sink, and then picked up the newly bought washboard. She took out a whetstone from her ship equipment space and carefully examined the textured pattern on the washboard.

The newly bought washboard still has some sharp bumps and dents; you can clearly feel the edges when you touch it with your fingers.

Bismarck, expressionless, picked up the whetstone and smoothed out the rough marks on the washboard. He then hung the finished washboard on the wall, dusted himself off, left the room, and headed towards Xiaobai's room.

Arriving at Shiro's room, Bismarck raised his hand as if to knock.

But just a second before Bismarck was about to knock on the door, a faint shout came from inside.

The shouts were somewhat indistinct, but as they rose, a rather lively series of footsteps seemed to echo from inside the room, suggesting that there were quite a few people in the room.

Bismarck's hand, which was about to knock on the door, froze in mid-air.

Bismarck blinked, thought for a moment, then lowered her arm, walked to the door, and pressed the ornaments on her head, the white hair and ears, against the little white door.