Elder brother's garrison

“How many times have I told you to wear trousers at home?” Bismarck picked up Tirpitz’s clothes, hung them on the hanger, and reminded him.

"Eh... there are panties on them." Tirpitz muttered absentmindedly while staring at the manga, "The kind the Admiral likes..."

Bismarck said nothing.

She went into the kitchen, put on the apron that was placed to the side, and began to bustle about with clattering and clanging.

Soon, accompanied by the fragrant aroma of stir-fried soy sauce, the sound of sizzling and flipping pans came from the kitchen.

Tirpitz put down his comic book and blinked.

...I can't really get into the comic book anymore, but the fried rice looks delicious.

The feeling of hunger in my stomach started to intensify.

Tirpitz walked out of the living room, tiptoed, and quietly made his way to the kitchen.

"Put on your shoes," Bismarck's voice came from the kitchen.

“Okay.” Tirpitz, who had been discovered, didn’t seem embarrassed at all. He put on his slippers and started wandering around Bismarck with his hands behind his back.

Its shifty eyes were fixed on the meat that was constantly turning inside the pot.

"No stealing food."

Just a little bit.

"Neither."

"mean."

“…It’s not cooked yet.” Bismarck casually grabbed a cucumber from beside the wok and shoved it into Tirpitz’s hand. “Go ahead and eat it.”

"...Eh...I'm still a young girl, I can't really accept this kind of thing." Tirpitz held the cucumber, even sniffing it under her nose. "...Hmm, does it smell like my older sister...?"

"Stop fooling around. Go back to the living room and sit down." Bismarck chopped Tirpitz on the forehead with a chop.

"Oh." Tirpitz ran out of the kitchen, munching on a cucumber.

However, sitting in the living room is a bit boring.

The emptiness caused by hunger will not be dispelled by a mere cucumber.

Tirpitz went up to the second floor and came to the door of Little White's bedroom.

She placed her hand on the doorknob and applied a little force.

Xiaobai didn't lock the door.

“I’m coming in…” Tirpitz muttered to herself, as if the words could ease her guilt about barging into Little White’s bedroom.

It was early morning, just as dawn was breaking, and most people were still asleep. Tirpitz didn't think Xiaobai was the type who was still awake at this hour. When Tirpitz first saw Xiaobai, she noticed that her face was clean and clear, without any dark circles under her eyes, which proved that she had slept well.

They should still be asleep for now.

However, I saw Xiaobai bring back a lot of books when she went out earlier, so she's probably studying something. She might stay up a little late.

Tirpitz would prefer to see Little White asleep on the table like a hardworking protagonist in an animated film—that would make him easier to tease.

However, when Tirpitz went inside, he could only see the girl sleeping peacefully in bed.

Little White was covered with a blanket and sleeping peacefully.

On the table to the side, several books were neatly arranged.

With half a cucumber dangling from his mouth, Tirpitz ran to the table, picked up a book, and flipped through a few pages.

It contains some relatively simple introductory naval knowledge, mainly covering academic vocabulary. However, due to the large amount of material and complex vocabulary, beginners generally find it difficult to concentrate on reading it.

She put down one book and picked up another.

A slightly more advanced explanation of tactical knowledge.

It's significantly more obscure than the previous book; without studying the first one, it's almost impossible to read. Many people even use the previous book as a dictionary, consulting it while reading.

Tirpitz thought for a moment, put down the book, and picked up the last one.

She swallowed the half-cucumber with a crunching sound.

...It was a book written by the admiral.

Tirpitz knew very well what his admiral was like.

He doesn't consider the reader at all when writing his books. He uses many words according to his own habits. For example, he stubbornly writes "fish-blasting" instead of "anti-submarine warfare," and "aircraft carrier fleet" instead of "bombing squadron." In addition, his writing is full of vulgar language. People without certain experience will find it difficult to gain any knowledge from his writing.

...That's really asking the impossible.

Tirpitz arranged the books in the same order as before.

Then she squatted down by the bed and looked at Xiaobai's peaceful sleeping face.

Xiaobai and her brother are not related by blood, but the ship girls can still sense her brother's presence in her. It's probably because they grew up together.

Tirpitz brought his face close, pressing it against Little White's neck.

This is the skin closest to fresh blood, and that's where the most alluring scent resides.

Even if Tirpitz wasn't a vampire, he would have had the urge to gently bite her there.

After thinking for a moment, Tirpitz slipped into Little White's bed amidst a rustling sound.

Xiao Bai was sleeping very soundly; people who were asleep at this time of day would not be awakened by noises of this magnitude.

She reached out and hugged Xiaobai from behind.

Shiro was quite short and rather thin; to be honest, compared to destroyers like Fubuki, she was only a head taller. So when Tirpitz hugged Shiro, she felt a strange sense of satisfaction.

It's like hugging a ball of cotton, perfectly embedded in one's body.

Oh my god, this is incredible!

Tirpitz bent down, trying to maximize his contact with Little White.

Oh my god, that's incredible!

It feels so comfortable.

Tirpitz couldn't help but increase the pressure on his hands slightly, then pressed his face tightly against the back of Little White's neck.

Actually, Xiaobai is Tirpitz's sister-in-law.

If some gossipy ship girls were to capture this state, tomorrow's newspapers might run some bizarre and shocking headlines, like a young and beautiful widow having an affair with her sister and sister-in-law behind her back.

……

But aren't ship girls inherently yearning for intimate interactions?

Ship girls possess immense power, but they also possess empty souls, and the admiral is the profession responsible for filling this void.

It is legal.

Tirpitz clung tightly to Little White.

“…I miss you so much, Admiral,” Tirpitz murmured softly.

……

On the other side, Xiaobai's face was flushed with embarrassment, but she dared not utter a word.

When Tirpitz hugged Little White, Little White was actually asleep. However, Tirpitz used a bit too much force, making Little White a little breathless, so it woke up.

I woke up to find myself being attacked at night by my roommate, a ship girl.

Surprisingly, the ship girl was quite open-minded, hugging herself and saying in a mournful voice, "Admiral, I miss you so much."

Sobbing VIII Lingliu (Part 1) What to do? What to do?

Little White, who had just woken up, was now wide awake with fright. Oh no, what should I do? Wouldn't it be so embarrassing if I reacted now?!

Although Tirpitz didn't seem to be taking any further action, the hand gripping Little White's stomach seemed to be tightening up a bit!

Wait a minute, if that's the case, given the ship girl's strength, wouldn't she be strangled in two right away?

While Xiaobai was still struggling with this decision.

The bedroom light was suddenly switched on.

Xiaobai and Tirpitz sat up abruptly in bed.

At the doorway, Bismarck, holding a spatula, stared blankly at the two men.

“…Let’s go down for dinner,” Bismarck said.

"Oh, oh, oh!" Tirpitz rushed down as if he had received a command.

The flush on Xiao Bai's face had not yet subsided.

“Let’s go downstairs and eat together,” Bismarck asked. “You don’t seem sleepy, so just keep me company and let’s chat.”

Bismarck's words left White with no room for refusal.

Chapter 20 Being able to keep one's abilities hidden is a remarkable talent

The scene of eating fried rice wasn't as awkward as Xiaobai had imagined.

Tirpitz sat at the table as if nothing had happened, silently shoveling rice into his mouth.

Bismarck sat down next to Xiaobai and chatted with him casually.

The conversation turned out to be surprisingly girly, with topics like whether we'd seen a certain idol drama airing during the day, what the male actors were like, what designer clothing stores had recently released new styles, and what movies were being released but received terrible reviews so we didn't recommend watching them.

Xiaobai thought they would talk more about her brother or the profession of admiral itself.

"Speaking of which, does Bismarck watch TV regularly?" Xiaobai noticed that Bismarck's understanding of the online world was beyond the average level and couldn't help but ask.

“I’ll be online when I’m not on campaign,” Bismarck said. “I have a laptop in my bedroom, do you want to use it?”

"Oh, no need..."

"You're welcome. I only use it for a while on weekends."

"Really, no need, really no need..." Xiaobai quickly waved her hand, "I'll just watch TV, or at least I have my phone..."

“Then let’s buy a desktop computer,” Bismarck thought for a moment, then asked Tirpitz, “Do you want one?”

“Hmm.” Tirpitz’s eyes lit up, and he nodded like a chick pecking at rice.

“Go play when you’re bored, Little White,” Bismarck said, turning to Little White. “Don’t let Tirpitz hog it all the time.”

Xiao Bai nodded, picked up a mouthful of fried rice, and stuffed it into his mouth.

The fried rice has a light flavor, the kind of food that even someone who has just woken up can enjoy comfortably.

The topic ends here.

The fried rice portion wasn't large, and after the meal, Bismarck cleaned up the plates and went upstairs to sleep.

Tirpitz, as if nothing had happened, walked into the living room, turned on the TV, connected the game console, and started pressing buttons rapidly.

Xiao Bai glanced at the clock on the living room table; it was three in the morning.

"Aren't you sleeping this late?" Xiaobai asked.

"Going to bed before five o'clock is a waste of my life," Tirpitz blurted out a strange statement out of nowhere. "Long live cultivation!"

After thinking for a moment, Xiaobai realized that Tirpitz's antics had made her temporarily unable to fall asleep, so she went to Tirpitz's side, picked up a pillow, and started watching the game she was playing.

"Want to play?"

"No need, I enjoy watching."

"Oh, I see." Tirpitz continued tapping on the controller.

The little figures on the TV screen weave through various traps and enemies, unleashing dazzling skills.

"How's the book you brought back going?" Tirpitz asked suddenly while playing a game.

Xiao Bai's face flushed red instantly. The first thing she remembered was Tirpitz's night raid on her.

"About 70 or 80%," she replied somewhat absentmindedly.

The little man on the TV screen, who was wielding a giant weapon and mowing down enemies with unparalleled skill, stopped.

Tirpitz turned around and stared at Little White.

"Huh!? What's wrong?" Little White was a little startled by Tirpitz's unexpected behavior.

“It adds up to several thousand pages,” Tirpitz said.