Elder brother's garrison

—Start dreaming.

His slightly rapid breathing, caused by excitement, gradually calmed down in the room.

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Not long after Xiaobai entered the house, the heat in the kitchen gradually subsided.

Amidst the enticing aromas, Bismarck and Yatsen emerged from the kitchen, one after the other, carrying trays of exquisite dishes.

"Wow! Dinner's ready!"

The ship girls raised their cutlery high and cheered excitedly.

Bismarck, carrying the stir-fried dishes, arrived first at the table where Nia and Luo Lian were. After looking around and seeing only Nia and Luo Lian, Bismarck tilted her head in confusion.

"Oh, Xiaobai just said she's a little sleepy. She said she won't eat dinner and is going to bed," Nia said apologetically to Bismarck.

“…” Bismarck blinked. “Hmm.”

Under the watchful eyes of Luo Lian and Nia, Bismarck put down the plate in her hand, turned around, and walked back to the kitchen.

There are still many dishes in the kitchen.

Bismarck lowered his head, and his once-spirited short white hair now drooped down in a somewhat dejected manner, like animal ears.

Nia could only manage a wry smile in response.

This is the dilemma. Xiaobai did look quite sleepy and tired just now, and she really felt bad for forcing Xiaobai to finish her meal before going to sleep.

Just then, Nia's thoughts were suddenly drawn to a slurping sound.

She paused slightly, fanning the supply ship, and looked toward the source of the sound.

Sometime during the night, Deep Sea Bismarck and Deep Sea Tirpitz somehow ended up next to the iron pot on the Deep Sea supply ship, where they were performing their own "iron pot stew." Like two greedy kittens, they lay on the iron pot, each holding a soup ladle, tentatively scooping up a spoonful of "loli soup" and putting it into their mouths.

Slurp————

Bismarck and Tirpitz gulped down their soup. Then they looked at each other, gave each other a thumbs-up, and nodded.

It tastes pretty good, doesn't it?

Nia looked at the two sisters in surprise.

Just as Nia's attention was drawn to the Deep Sea Sisters, a golden retriever sneaked into Little White's room from Nia's blind spot.

Moving along, the golden retriever arrived at Xiaobai's door. She glanced back at the ship girls in the yard.

The two most troublesome ship girls, Yi Xian and Bismarck, are still in the kitchen.

Most of the other ship girls were busy with the dishes being served, and they were all excitedly staring at the kitchen with their chopsticks, so they didn't notice her.

Nia and Luo Lian were too busy watching the two deep-sea creatures drinking bathwater to pay any attention to what was happening here.

—It was a perfect storm of timing and location!

Saratoga glanced around furtively again, and soon locked eyes with Missouri, who was standing next to Fubuki.

Saratoga's shoulders twitched, and his expression instantly turned panicked.

To everyone's surprise, although Missouri saw Saratoga, she did not make any move to call out to her. She simply smiled kindly in Saratoga's direction, then turned to the side and pulled Fubuki into her arms, subtly covering her breasts with her hand.

It's like saying, "Since you haven't appeared in a long time, please feel free to do as you please today."

Saratoga looked at Missouri with emotion. She bit her lip, pushed open the door to Little White's room with a creak, slipped inside, and slammed the door shut.

It was dark inside Xiaobai's room.

The sounds in the courtyard seemed to have been filtered, becoming fainter and more muffled.

Saratoga reached out and secretly locked the door.

—The right time, the right place, and the right people, plus a lock.

At this moment, he was invincible, with the flying dragon riding right in his face!

Saratoga huddled by the door, waiting for a long time until she heard the ship girls outside starting their meal. Only then did she breathe a sigh of relief. She quietly climbed to Shiro's bedside, raised her head, and stared at Shiro's bed.

Little White was sleeping peacefully on the bed, breathing evenly with a smile on her lips, making it hard to disturb her.

Saratoga stared at Little White for a while, then quietly reached out, lifted Little White's blanket, and peeked inside.

Among the quilts, there was only a pair of shapely and beautiful white legs; there was no other woman like Missouri who would steal a fish.

I'm so happy!

While tense, Saratoga almost shouted out in joy.

Saratoga hasn't played in a long time.

Saratoga isn't having an easy time either. Lately, she's been dealing with a new older sister, an older sister who looks exactly like her, and endless overtime work. Saratoga feels like her role is being stolen away.

This is not possible.

Saratoga may be a coward, but he's still the formidable Saratoga, and even a rabbit will bite when cornered.

Saratoga hasn't hugged and cuddled with Iniesta in a long time, and she's been feeling really empty and lonely lately.

The sounds from the yard came in waves. Saratoga took off her shoes and climbed onto Little White's bed.

A rustling sound rose in the relatively quiet room, and a hazy, enchanting atmosphere spread like ripples on water.

Saratoga twisted her body and, like a water snake, slipped into Little White's bed, nestling close to him.

In the darkness, Saratoga stared with her sky-blue eyes, blinking as she looked at Whitey's profile.

Saratoga didn't actually intend to do anything.

All she wanted was to be close to Xiaobai, to climb into Xiaobai's bed, to have Xiaobai pat her head and praise her, and to sleep with her arms around Xiaobai's waist.

Actually, she's quite easily satisfied. As long as she can stay in this position, she won't do anything else. The once-powerful Saratoga will become a well-behaved little hamster. However, recently it seems that there are more and more competitors, and each one is more cunning and more powerful than the last. They are all seasoned veterans and have risen from behind. Saratoga is losing ground and her position is in jeopardy.

No.

If this continues, things are going to fall apart.

Saratoga leaned closer to Little White, looked at Little White's face, and smiled gently.

Tonight is the day I, Sa, will retaliate against these vixens!

Saratoga's little paws slowly wrapped around Whitebeard's waist.

“If I were you, I would touch your thigh first.” Tirpitz’s voice suddenly rang in Saratoga’s ears.

Saratoga was visibly shaken; she gasped and opened her mouth.

A gust of wind swept by, and a pair of icy hands swiftly covered Saratoga's mouth.

"Ugh! Ugh! Waaah! Ugh—"

"Shh-"

"Ugh... Ugh ugh ugh..." Saratoga closed her eyes, and glistening tears slid down her cheeks.

Where did Tirpitz come from? I checked it myself—why… am I still too late?

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In the dimly lit room, accompanied by the girl's suppressed breathing, the small white bed swayed slightly under a mysterious force.

Crunch, crunch.

Outside the door, the lively sounds of the ship girls having their meal drifted into the room through the door, making it sound slightly stuffy.

Lying on the bed, Xiaobai's breathing was steady. Like a salted fish that had worked too much overtime, she was enjoying a rare moment of sleepiness and was sleeping peacefully.

"Waaah—Ugh—Ugh!"

Saratoga kept twisting and turning beside Little White, trying to break free from Tirpitz's restraints.

However, Saratoga seems to have always been weaker than Tirpitz in terms of strength, both now and in the past. Saratoga has never successfully escaped from Tirpitz's control.

"Keep your voice down—it'll be a hassle if you wake up Little White." Tirpitz covered Saratoga's mouth tightly and murmured softly.

His words were filled with a fear of trouble and a hint of helplessness.

Tirpitz's reminder made Saratoga slightly aware of her current situation and the fact that the admiral was resting beside her.

Although Saratoga did not give up the struggle and quiet down, the sound and the extent of her struggle did decrease significantly.

"Mmm-hmm-hmm—" Saratoga reached out and tried to knock Tirpitz's hand off his mouth.

“I’ll let go in a bit, you need to be quiet for a while,” Tirpitz said, yawning softly behind Saratoga’s ear, the faint aroma of potato chips wafting into Saratoga’s nose.

"Ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh?"

"I'm not here for a night raid."

"Mmm...mmmmmmm?"

“I came in a long time ago.” There was a hint of helplessness in Tirpitz’s voice. “To be honest, I should have been the one called.”

"...Hmm?"

"Didn't you notice that I wasn't even in the yard?"

"Well."

“That supply ship in the yard is too much of a hassle, so I’m taking refuge here,” Tirpitz said. “And grabbing some snacks while I’m at it.”

Saratoga stared wide-eyed and turned to look at Tirpitz.

Tirpitz's words made a lot of sense, and she was somewhat convinced.

Indeed, given the obsession that new, eccentric supply ship in the yard has with hygiene, a ship girl like Tirpitz, whose entire body is marinated in potato chips and cola, would definitely be dragged to the bathroom by the supply ship for a brutal full-body cleaning. It's estimated that she wouldn't be able to settle down until a layer of skin was peeled off her entire body.

In comparison, it seems that Xiaobai's room is actually the safest place; even the most reckless supply ship wouldn't dare to casually enter the admiral's room.

—After thinking it through, Saratoga suddenly felt relieved and relaxed.

Say it earlier.

As expected, Tirpitz, an NPC who is oblivious to everything else and focused solely on roasting chicken wings, wouldn't get involved in something like the battle for the little white chicken.

Tirpitz seemed to sense that Saratoga's body had relaxed again after being stiff, and then slowly released his hand from Saratoga's mouth.

Fresh air rushed in through Saratoga's mouth after Tirpitz left. Saratoga took a few breaths before lowering her voice and whispering to Tirpitz, "When did you come in?"

"I was the first."

"I couldn't find you just now."

"You obviously have no experience catching someone cheating; you start by flipping the bed over." Tirpitz covered his mouth and yawned. "The correct approach is to check under the bed first, then open the wardrobe."

“…” Saratoga looked at Tirpitz pitifully, “I used to find them in bed.”

"Don't you have any idea who the traitor is?" Tirpitz said matter-of-factly.

"..."

Saratoga really wanted to kick Tirpitz out of bed.

Tirpitz's words were so hurtful.

We've shared a night of lesbian intimacy, can't you at least show some consideration?

However, Saratoga weighed the physical strength of the two on the bed and recalled Tirpitz's unbreakable bond earlier. After thinking for a long time, Saratoga decided to give up the idea of ​​kicking.

If it weren't for the fact that you're fatter and stronger than me, I wouldn't be able to beat you right now. If that kick landed, you might...

“I always feel there’s something off about your eyes,” Tirpitz said, looking at Saratoga.

Saratoga shook her head rapidly, her expression innocent and naive.

"..." Tirpitz scooted to the other side of the bed, yawning as she pulled Saratoga's blanket toward herself. "You can continue, I'm going to sleep."

The blanket was moved a bit towards Tirpitz, and half of Little White's body, which was on the other side, was exposed to the air from under the blanket.

Saratoga blinked and pulled the blanket towards Little White.

—It can't be pulled.

Tirpitz, with skin as thick as a city wall, remained unmoved.

Saratoga gritted her teeth, seething with hatred.

She now even feels that if Missouri were in Tirpitz's position, her situation would be hundreds of times better.

Hundreds of ship girls in the entire naval base dream of climbing into the admiral's bed day and night. Each of them has made mental preparations and thought things through carefully. After raising their affection level to the maximum and triggering the final CG, they are determined to succeed or die trying. They find a perfect opportunity on a wonderful stormy night and launch a night raid.