Elder brother's garrison

Don't...stop...don't stop...

At this moment, the strings in Yamato's mind snapped one by one.

The two hands that Shenhai Yamato originally wanted to push Xiaobai away softened completely as reason collapsed in an instant. With the somewhat sluggish response of Shenhai Yamato's lips, they slowly wrapped around Xiaobai's waist.

At this moment, Yamato's mind completely shut down.

The rationality he had developed over a century vanished, and Deep Sea Yamato felt himself completely out of control, reverting to his most primal form. Faced with Shiro's kiss, he knew he should refuse, but at this moment he was like a wild beast that only acted on instinct. Instead of refusing, he kept trying his best to cooperate with Shiro's actions, enjoying the strange sensation from Shiro's lips.

Between increasingly rapid breaths.

Deep Sea Yamato's few remaining functional thoughts.

A warm flame.

Carrying a certain emotion, it begins to slowly burn without you realizing it.

Yamato had no idea how much time had passed.

When Yamato regained consciousness, Shiro, who was lying on top of Yamato, curled up as if she had found a soft sleeping mat, having fallen asleep some time ago.

The moonlight from the window shone onto the bed, illuminating Xiaobai's peaceful sleeping face.

Yamato Shinkai reached out and instinctively hugged Shiro.

Along with the warm feeling in his chest, another inexplicable feeling of exhaustion spread from Deep Sea Yamato's body to the outside, spreading throughout his entire body.

Deep Sea Yamato was a little dazed at this moment.

Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?

Yamato touched the corner of his mouth.

It was wet and covered in saliva.

The saliva on her lips had dried considerably, and Deep Sea Yamato's lips felt cool to the touch.

Holding Shiro, Yamato's expression was utterly bewildered.

The rationality that had been sealed away returned to Yamato's body from the void.

Did I really stay in Xiaobai's bed, hugging her and kissing her mouth all this time...?

A look of bewilderment flashed across Yamato's eyes.

As someone who has spent ten years holed up online, I am naturally very clear about the significance of kissing.

Correct.

It's precisely because Yamato understands the significance of kissing that he looks completely bewildered at this moment.

Why did Xiaobai...why did she kiss me...huh?

Does she... like me in a romantic sense?

Afterwards, Yamato was filled with unease.

But why does Xiaobai like me?

When did she start liking him?

How long has she liked me?

that……

That myself...

myself... too...

Do I... also like Xiaobai...?

No... wait a minute...

Deep Sea Yamato's eyes reddened, and he suddenly felt like crying but had no tears left.

—I'm just a deep-sea dean who was captured by you.

—Isn't the complicated thing about liking or disliking someone just a matter of human and ship girl feelings? How would I, a deep-sea dean, know about that?

Chapter 1072 What is this woman thinking?

Although Yamato Shinkai remembered her interaction with Shiro just now, she was overwhelmed by a complex mix of thoughts after the interaction ended.

Lying on the bed, Yamato Fukami hugged Shiro, feeling waves of guilt pressing down on his chest, making it hard for him to breathe.

Deep Sea Yamato thinks he likes Shiro.

She enjoys spending time with Shiro, eating and chatting together. When she encounters Shiro on the street while working at the naval base, she greets him happily. Occasionally, she sleeps in Shiro's bed with him and feels quite happy. Sometimes, when they are happy, they kiss each other on the lips. Yamato doesn't think there's anything wrong with it.

However, that intense kiss just now, the one that felt like it was melting me, was different from the playful lip-to-lip kisses of the past...

Although he couldn't explain why, Yamato knew it was different.

Really...

Completely different...

Yamato's fingers gently touched his lips, his fingertips tracing the lines of his lips.

Amidst the misty fog, Yamato squinted his eyes in bewilderment.

He is the Dean of the Deep Sea Institute.

They don't have emotions as complex as humans.

One's own liking... may very well be something completely different from what humans understand as liking.

They themselves might not even be able to fully understand this feeling.

Perhaps I didn't push Xiaobai away simply because it felt comfortable that way.

Yamato Shinkai sighed softly, his face filled with regret.

In that case, wouldn't this be the legendary case of taking advantage of someone and then ignoring them completely?

No, no, we haven't finished eating yet...

But even if it wasn't completely eaten, wouldn't my Deep Sea Yamato also become shipwrecked mess, toying with Shiro's pure heart?

Wait a minute, although I don't mind that the Deep Sea Dean is a villain, since we're all villains anyway, I'd rather be the cool kind of bad guy!

Even Dean Shenhai wouldn't want to be a villain who toys with emotions like that!

After Xiaobai finds out about this, she might never speak to me again for the rest of her life...

me……

When Yamato thought of this, a wave of sorrow washed over him, and tears welled up in his eyes.

Yamato covered his mouth.

Tomorrow... I need to sincerely apologize to Xiaobai...

Yamato thought to himself.

Just as Yamato Shinkai was overwhelmed by guilt and wished he could travel back in time, oblivious to his surroundings, a familiar teasing voice rang in his ears.

"What a coincidence."

"Yamato-senpai"

Missouri's soft laughter rang in Yamato's ears.

Yamato Fukami was startled by the sound. She turned her head and looked towards the source of the sound.

At the head of the bed, Missouri stood with her hands behind her back, slightly bent over, and smiled faintly at Yamato Fukami on the bed.

“Missouri thought Yamato-senpai had already gone back to his room to rest, but I didn’t expect to see you here… This is really…” Misssouri said with a smile, glancing at Shiro’s sleeping face, her voice suddenly dropping a notch, “…Quite unexpected…”

Under the moonlight, Missouri's smile seemed to hold some profound meaning, appearing somewhat unfathomable.

Lying in bed, Yamato's dazed mind snapped back to reality upon seeing Missouri's smiling face.

After Missouri finished her greetings, Yamato Fukami sat up abruptly in bed. She instinctively grabbed the sheet on the table and pulled it over herself, then glared at Missouri with a guilty look on her face while unconsciously shifting several times towards the inside of the bed.

"Missouri...I...I..." Yamato stammered, looking at Missouri. For a moment, he felt as if his tongue had been numbed, and he could barely speak. "No...I, I...I'm...I'm sorry..."

Yamato Aqua doesn't know why she has to apologize to Missouri.

Even if Missouri is Xiaobai's wedding ship...

When Yamato was in bed with Shiro, he wasn't afraid of seeing Missouri at all.

This time, however, upon seeing Missouri's face, Yamato Fukami panicked terribly. His heart pounded, and he felt as if the blood was rushing to his head. He was extremely guilty.

This time, Yamato was so panicked that he even forgot that Shiro was sleeping soundly on his body. When Yamato sat up in fright and leaned against the wall, Shiro, who had been sleeping peacefully on his body, rolled off him with a thud and fell face down onto the bed.

In the sight of Missouri and Deep Sea Yamato, Little White, who had crashed onto the bed, instinctively shrank back with her fair and tender arm.

With a slight tremor of its shoulders, Xiaobai, who was still fast asleep, raised its head from the bed in a daze, its sleepy eyes half-open, and looked around in confusion.

Her fair face still bore a faint, wine-red tinge, giving it an unexpectedly alluring quality.

"……Um?"

"……What's wrong……"

With a weak murmur, Xiaobai swayed and sat up on the bed, looking around before finally spotting Missouri standing in front of her.

"Hehe..." Little White, her eyes glazed over, seemed to be sleepwalking. Upon seeing Missouri, she chuckled twice, slowly extending her hand towards Missouri with a bright smile. "Wow... it's Missouri..."

Missouri crouched down so that Little White's hands could touch her cheeks.

"Yes, it's Missouri," Missouri replied with a smile to Little White.

"Hehe...Missouri...Missouri...Hmph hmph hmph..." Little White cupped Missouri's cheeks, calling Missouri's name meaninglessly, humming occasionally, "Missouri...feels strange today..."

"Huh? Is that so?"

"My body... feels cool, and it smells... different..." Little White murmured unsteadily, "Is it... a cold...?"

"Oh dear... I didn't expect the Admiral to find out that Missouri switched to a different brand of shampoo."

“…Ah…I see…ah.” Shiro smiled at Missouri. “No wonder…I always felt…she looked a lot like Yamato-neechan…”

"Because it was a brand recommended by senior Yamato."

"Is that so..." Little White nodded like a chick pecking at rice, raising the last bit of its strength to look at Missouri, who was smiling obediently at it. Little White chuckled, closed its eyes again, and slowly kissed Missouri's lips.

However, this time, Little White's outstretched mouth was stopped in mid-air by Missouri's fingers.

"Well?"

"Admiral. Not now."

"Well……"

“The current admiral… isn’t clear-headed enough. Missouri, you really do want to be close to a more clear-headed admiral.” Missouri smiled at Xiaobai, gently pressing her fingers against Xiaobai’s lips, and slowly pulling her body back from in front of her. “Admiral, you should get some sleep.”

"...Okay, I got it...Missouri...Goodnight..." A groggy little white boy yawned unsteadily at Missouri, mumbled something under her gaze, and finally lay back down on the bed, slowly closing his eyes. "...It's strange...I feel so tired today...even though...I used to have endless energy..."

"Good night, Admiral."

"...Hmm." The little white nose twitched slightly after closing its eyes. "Eh...the smell of Missouri...it's back..."

"..."

"Although... this is good too... the taste just now... it felt like Yamato-neechan was by my side... it made me feel very at ease..."

Xiao Bai's voice gradually subsided, and her breathing returned to normal.

Little White returned to his dreamland.

Missouri, who was squatting by the bed, watched as the drowsy Shiro fell asleep peacefully again. Then she raised her head and looked at Yamato Akagi behind Shiro, giving him an apologetic smile: "I'm sorry, Yamato-senpai, Missouri didn't know how to answer just now and used your name instead."

Shrinking in the corner of the bed, Yamato looked at Missouri's nonchalant smile with an awkward expression.

Although Yamato Fukami doesn't have a thorough understanding of emotions, she's not stupid. Through the conversation between Shiro and Missouri, Yamato finally understood why Shiro had kissed her earlier.

So, Xiaobai mistook himself for Missouri...

"...Um...I'm sorry...I just now..." A wave of guilt washed over Yamato as she thought about this, and she whispered an apology to Missouri, "I didn't know...so I...and Shiro..."

"Ah... If anything happened between the Admiral and Senior Yamato just now, please don't take it to heart. The Admiral can't drink alcohol. She ate quite a few sake-filled dumplings at the table just now, and probably did something quite interesting to Senior Yamato while she was drunk. Please don't be angry with the Admiral, considering that she is still young."

"Huh? Ah?" Yamato Akagi was taken aback. She pointed to herself. "No, shouldn't it be me..."

“Yamato-senpai and the Admiral are like sisters, so close that Missouri is even jealous. Isn’t it normal for Yamato-senpai to share a bed with him?” Missouri laughed.