It's time to give out the rings, Admiral!

However, before Seattle could say anything more, Su Yuchen, who hadn't been to the toilet since arriving at the Governor's Mansion and had been holding it in for a long time, finally came out of the restroom after hiding for quite some time.

Volume 1, Chapter 305: You Have a Problem

Miss White Mink is quite confused today. First, she met Seattle, whom she had never seen before, who brought her admiral to Little Garden for coffee. Then, she even discovered that the seemingly ordinary boy was actually Lexington's admiral and the person Springfield had been searching for.

Although she never expected any sparks to fly between the virtuous and gentle Haruta and the equally docile Seattle, she was still quite bewildered when the boy suddenly came out of the bathroom.

Not to mention Seattle, who seemed like a completely different person as she giggled and called him to sit down next to them, FN57 had never seen Springfield show such tenderness and consideration towards a man since she met her. It was as if she had unleashed all the gentleness and wifely charm she had accumulated over time, just like a virtuous wife treating her future husband.

Where's the promised battleground? Where's the promised war between women? Even if such a scene could never have happened in the first place, what's with them all getting along so well in front of him now, with Springfield and Seattle praising each other and talking about each other's good points?

The atmosphere just changed so suddenly! You're all spoiling him like this! Is he even your man?! ...Ah, it seems he is... Ah! What bad luck! Why did I even come out here to watch them show off their love?! Am I stupid?!

FN57 was having a headache. She felt like she was a super-powerful light bulb in front of these three people. But diagonally opposite her, next to Seattle, there was someone who was just as confused.

Su Yuchen sat on the chair, feeling a little uneasy. She had only gone to the toilet for a short while, but why did all the noisy admirals in the coffee shop disappear without a trace as soon as she came out?

Did I miss something amazing? And why, after only disappearing for a short while, did Miss FN57 and a beautiful woman with a similar temperament to my wife sit in the same spot next to Miss Seattle?

The woman next to Miss FN57 was Springfield; the boy already knew this from Seattle's introduction and her own words.

Springfield M1903, with a personality similar to that of the wife, is also the undisputed wife character in the game Girls' Frontline. However, I have never met her. I have only been in this world for a little over a year, and it is impossible for me to have any interaction with such a dazzling woman. But why does she seem to know me very well?

"Springfield used to be Lexington's roommate. Before Lexington went to your naval base, Xiaoyuchen, the two of them lived in the aircraft carrier dormitory of the Governor's Mansion. Miss Ella said that at that time, Springfield and Lexington's dormitory was the most famous 'ladies' house in the Governor's Mansion."

The flaxen braids exuded a delightful and captivating fragrance. Listening to Seattle's words as she pressed her hand against the round, full breasts beneath her off-the-shoulder top, the boy probably understood why Miss Springfield knew him, and nodded.

His long, coffee-colored ponytail was as smooth and beautiful as silk, and his bright blue eyes, like blue gemstones, exuded a charming and captivating gentle temperament. He glanced at the woman directly opposite him who was looking at him with bright eyes, and the young man couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

She truly deserves to be called "Madam" just like his own wife. Her similar temperament and equally stunning beauty are indeed captivating. If it weren't for the presence of Glorious and Lexington by his side, he might have been just as easily captivated by her as those admirals who had just appeared in the coffee shop.

If Mrs. Leck's gentleness is like water, pervasive, virtuous, considerate, elegant, generous, gentle, and all-around capable—a natural-born slacker and expert in cultivating useless individuals—then Miss Springfield's gentleness, in that equally "terrifying" admiral-cultivating-useless temperament, has an added touch of cunning.

Of course, his wife, including Glorious who always lets him do whatever he wants, is a dark character inside. He has been "pranked" by Lexington more than once, and he has come to understand this deeply.

Also, if you look closely, Miss FN57 really does look a lot like Phil. Her bulging breasts are almost as big as Jiajia's. These days, young girls are developing too much. I really don't know how Miss Veneto has managed to stay so steady and not lose her mind.

"Oh? So, Miss Springfield and Lexington are roommates. No wonder you know me. Lexington must have received a lot of help from you before. Thank you so much."

He lowered his head and took a bite of the sweet apple pie. Seeing the boy in front of him showing a hint of fondness for his cooking, Haruta smiled slightly and narrowed his eyes, which were filled with a touch of gentleness and joy.

"No need to thank me. Rather than saying I took care of her, it's more accurate to say that she took care of me more in Lexington. She even helped me a lot when this coffee shop first opened."

After all, she even gave half of her most beloved and precious husband to herself...

"Also, you can just call me Springfield. If Lexington knew you were still so distant with me, she would definitely laugh at me when she sees me later."

The young man nodded. Since even Miss Springfield herself had said so, he wouldn't stand on ceremony. Besides, it seemed that Springfield and his wife were quite good friends.

But... if they're such good friends, why hasn't she mentioned Mrs. Springfield to me in all these days? Compared to that, she has told me quite a few things about Isla, like... bullying the Abyssal Supply Ship, using its panties as loot, stealing Yamato's swimsuit...

"Hehe, according to Seattle, Mrs. Springfield, you weren't an aircraft carrier ship girl like Lexington before, were you? Then why did you lose your ship equipment and choose to join the Governor's Office's project and take up a gun?"

Scratching his head, the boy stopped dwelling on the question and continued to ask curiously, "Since Springfield and Mrs. are so familiar with each other, they must be Mrs.'s best friends. Why would an aircraft carrier ship girl as powerful as Mrs. Illustrious lose her ship equipment? And why did Mrs. Springfield choose to pick up firearms, a weapon that has nothing to do with ship girls, after losing her ship equipment?" The boy was quite curious about her experiences.

However, as soon as the boy finished speaking, Su Yuchen noticed Mrs. Springfield's smile becoming increasingly strained and FN57's resentful glare at her from the side. She realized that she had said the wrong thing again.

Volume 1, Chapter 306: Who Can Withstand This?

The young man subtly changed his address for Springfield to Mrs. Springfield. After all, although it was only his first impression, when he first saw Miss Springfield with her ponytail and apron at the coffee table, her wifely demeanor, which was very similar to that of Lexington, left a very strong impression on him.

There's no admiral in this world who wouldn't like a gentle, considerate ship girl who dotes on her admiral. If there is, then let's have a pair!

If you enjoy their gentle, all-around service 24/7, even if you just lie in bed all day doing nothing, they will hold you in their arms and say "You've worked hard, you've worked hard~" with affection, and you will become inseparable from them, even though it comes with an extremely high risk of becoming a useless person.

太太嘛，这个在某方面象征着爱情与结合的称呼平时的时候是不可以拿来称呼一位还未婚配，甚至还未拥有提督的舰娘小姐的，如果你不想挨揍的话，那就建议你不要去轻易的尝试。

However, perhaps because she was so used to calling Lexington by her name, Springfield's bright blue eyes couldn't help but flicker when the boy in front of her called her "Mrs. Springfield" so naturally and without any sense of incongruity.

It's true that she doesn't like being called "Mrs." She gets very angry when she hears others call her that, and 57 can attest to that. But... it depends on who's calling her that. Take Lexington, for example. Doesn't she also hate being called "Mrs." But she remembers that when she first heard him call her "Mrs.", wasn't she as happy as a little girl who had received candy?

Her gentle smile became even more dazzling, but before Springfield could even feel secretly pleased with the slight change in how she addressed the boy, her gentle expression and smile suddenly became somewhat forced after hearing his question.

Ship girls also have their own pride. They consider it their responsibility to protect the ocean and repel the deep sea, and their honor to guard the land and protect humanity. But most importantly, they consider protecting their admiral and the most important person in their lives as the meaning and duty of their existence.

Losing ship equipment is indeed an unavoidable event, but losing the ability to protect their admiral is something they find even more unacceptable than their admiral being a scumbag who plays with the feelings of the ship girls and is irresponsible.

Free ship girls without an admiral are alright, at least they have no ties and still have the extra means to pick up special weapons and continue to play a role. But it's different for ship girls who have an admiral, or an admiral they admire. It's normal for them to become depressed. Even worse, they may feel that they are a burden to their admiral, and one day they will quietly leave their admiral's side and sink alone into the cold sea where no one can find them.

It's fair to say that ship girls like Springfield who survived and were even willing to undergo the Governor's Mansion's core modifications for someone, and then take up arms, are extremely rare. If it weren't for Lexington's constant persuasion and her constant worry about someone, she might have quietly disappeared from the Governor's Mansion a long time ago, and this café wouldn't exist today.

"What are you talking about? It's because of you that Haruta-nee..."

The silver-haired girl standing to the side glared at him with some indignation. She had thought he would say something nice, but she hadn't expected him to ask such a stupid question.

Although she wasn't as completely devoted to him as Springfield, as a fellow ship girl who had lost her ship equipment, she could still understand Springfield's bitterness and heartache to some extent.

A ship girl who lost her ship equipment went to undergo modification for the admiral, picked up a gun, just to protect him and be of use to him. Is there any ship girl in this world stronger and gentler than Springfield? But I never expected that he would ask this question. I was so interested in him before.

Seeing that the girl seemed about to say something more, Springfield shook her head, interrupting her just in time. As her sister, she knew why 57 was so angry, but in her haste, she hadn't had a chance to tell her about his amnesia. She gently shook her head at the girl, stopping her with her gaze, and then looked at the boy opposite her, who seemed to realize he might have said something wrong and looked at Seattle, who was equally worried.

"I'm sorry, Miss Springfield... Did I ask something I shouldn't have..."

The boy looked somewhat guilty, and his apologetic expression made Chuntian feel a pang of heartache. The reason for losing the ship's equipment wasn't something that couldn't be said, but just thinking about the outcome, and the fact that he was the one asking the question, made her lose control of her emotions for a moment.

She gently picked up her teacup, took a sip of the still-warm coffee, and sorted out her thoughts. She told herself not to upset him further, lest, as Lexington had said, she be unable to recover her memories. She then gave the boy that same gentle expression once again.

"It's alright, it's not something that can't be talked about. It's just that 57 cares about me too much, so please don't blame her. Hmm... I guess Lexington probably didn't mention it to you. The reason I lost my ship equipment was because of that deep-sea encirclement operation a few years ago."

"Because at that time there were still many deep-sea capital ships wandering in the coastal waters, the mission of that operation was to annihilate these isolated deep-sea ships. In order to carry out this mission, the Governor-General's Office gathered most of the forces of the naval bases near Tsugawa to carry out this operation, and I was also a member of that operation while I was in the Governor-General's Office."

"I led a squadron consisting of one battlecruiser and four light cruisers. However, due to a problem with the intelligence from the Governor's Office, my squad originally thought that our mission was just to wipe out a few ordinary heavy cruisers and destroyers. But when we entered the combat range, we found that our mission location was actually scattered with several powerful deep-sea aircraft carriers and deep-sea battleships."

"We wanted to retreat, but they had already discovered our position, so we had no choice but to fight back. After all, they outnumbered us, so I ended up like this. I lost my ship equipment and almost sank, but thankfully, everyone else only suffered minor injuries."

"That's roughly why I lost my ship equipment. If you want to know, the naval base's archives should have information about that battle. As for why I chose to take up arms, I won't tell you for now—you'll find out in a while. If you really want to know, go ask Lexington, if she's willing to tell you."

"Alright, enough about me. Let's talk about how you got through the year you were missing. Without me... without Lexington by your side, and since you're not very good at taking care of yourself, it must have been a very tough year..."

Volume 1, Chapter 307: Unable to Hold On

Su was exhausted. He didn't want to recount to the ship girls around him how he had lived over the past year anymore. When he heard Springfield ask him this question with a smile, the boy immediately felt a headache coming on.

It wasn't that he didn't want to tell his "best friend," who resembled his wife so much and seemed to care about her a lot, but in the few days since their reunion in Lexington, he had already repeated countless trivial matters of his life over the past year.

Of course, if it were just a matter of repeating things a lot, it wouldn't be a big problem. However, every time I talk to my daughters, who are curious about my life over the past year, about the difficulties and setbacks I've encountered, they always start to silently shed tears as I talk. The older girls can still control themselves, but the younger girls, including those from Changchun Zhaohe, burst into tears as soon as they hear it, leaving me to spend half a day frantically comforting them.

Even when I was talking to Seattle just now, before I had even started to develop any feelings, the sea-blue eyes across the coffee table were already starting to fill with tears. That pitiful expression made me realize that I was just being self-aware, or I would have thought that Seattle liked me.

“Life in Tianshui was quite happy. Although it was a bit tough, I had Xiaorou with me, so I felt quite fulfilled. After I got used to this kind of life, I started a small tutoring class in town. Every week when I didn’t have to go out to sea with Uncle Su, I would go and teach the children in town to read.”

"My younger brother even runs a tutoring center? He's already struggling enough with no one to take care of him, and now he's teaching those little kids to read... Why don't those parents send their own children to school?"

"It's not as prosperous as Jinchuan, after all. Tianshui Town is very poor. Almost none of the people living there are literate, let alone able to afford to send their children to school. Well, although it was quite tough at first, it actually became quite fun after a while. And with Xiaorou and Yuelin helping out, there's nothing I need to worry about too much..."

The boy recounted his year-long experience in Tianshui to the ship girls before him once again. This time, however, he habitually only talked about things that would bring joy: how exciting it was to fish at sea, how arduous it was to teach a group of clueless children to read, and the little details of tutoring at Yue Lin's house. Though few in number, these were rare moments during the year when the boy didn't have to worry about making a living or how to survive.

Moreover, when talking about Miss Yuelin, one cannot help but mention the various ways she has helped him and Xiaorou over the past year.

If she hadn't agreed to tutor him, a mere novice who wasn't really a teacher, and if she hadn't given him "pay" that was much higher than initially agreed, he probably wouldn't have been able to afford the trip to Jinchuan, let alone improve Xiaorou's and his own meals later on.

Springfield, the gentle wife, continued to smile, her warm and gentle smile instantly soothing. As a mature and virtuous wife, she understood far more from the boy's words than the naive man. However, since she herself hadn't even established a relationship with him yet, she didn't have the extra time to care about the human sisters still in Tianshui.

"You have breadcrumbs on your lips. Hehe, don't move, let me take them off for you."

Watching the boy savoring the apple pie she had baked not long ago, with crumbs of bread still stuck to the corners of his mouth, she narrowed her blue eyes with a sly and adorable glint in her eyes. She slowly reached out and, taking advantage of the boy's inattention, used her long, slender, white fingers to pinch off the sweet crumbs and put them into her mouth.

It wasn't until the boy realized what had happened and blushed with embarrassment that she noticed his flustered appearance, and then she temptingly smacked her finger against her moist lips.

"Miss Springfield..."

The boy was a little embarrassed. Compared to how difficult it was for his senior to find a ship girl in the Governor's Mansion, especially a famous ship girl like Seattle and Springfield, he didn't feel that finding a ship was difficult. Instead, he felt that avoiding being flirted with by these beautiful ship girl ladies was more difficult.

The boy smiled shyly, and his embarrassed smile, along with Springfield's gentle expression, caught Seattle's eye, causing the girl who was clutching her braid to purse her soft lips.

Although there is no phenomenon of rivals being particularly hostile when they meet in the pure and kind-hearted ship girls, after realizing that the other person has the same goal, they will gradually treat each other as sisters. However, having just reunited with her long-lost younger brother, she also wants to be very affectionate with him, so that her cute younger brother can enjoy his sister's meticulous care and become inseparable from her, becoming someone who can't do anything without her.

With his azure eyes, Seattle glanced at the smiling Haruta across from him, then at his adorable younger brother beside him, whom he longed to hug and inhale his scent. On a sudden inspiration, Seattle picked up a fork, plucked a small piece of soft apple pie, and, under the boy's bewildered gaze, brought the tiny piece of apple pie on the fork close to the boy's mouth.

Holding a fork in one hand and supporting it with the other to prevent the apple pie from falling on her, the girl gazed at the boy's lips with an incredibly shy yet expectant look. Sitting beside him, her full and delicate body seemed to want to snuggle into his arms. Before she knew it, her pair of incredibly soft and warm breasts, no smaller than Miss Springfield's in size, were clamping around the boy's arm.

But none of that matters. What's most infuriating is that that damn lucky bastard seems to be looking "unwilling"!

"Xiao Yuchen, ah~"

“West... Seattle sister!…”

A blissful and wonderful sensation spread through his arm. Facing the apple pie so close at hand, the boy opened his mouth in bewilderment and surprise. He couldn't understand why a ship girl he had just met would act so out of line towards him. If it was simply because she mistook him for a "younger brother," that seemed a bit far-fetched. Could it be…?

After a slight hesitation, seeing the unparalleled expectation and longing in the girl's eyes, the boy finally couldn't bear not to respond to Seattle's expectation and obediently opened his mouth.

Facing the "angel" sister who showed a sweet smile because of the successful feeding, he bit the fork that Seattle sister seemed to have just used. But before the boy could swallow the apple pie in his mouth, he was suddenly horrified to find that there was also a fork on a delicious pastry being slowly handed to him from opposite sides.

Volume 1, Chapter 308: The Person Is About to Die

Women are dangerous, especially beautiful women, who are even more dangerous. Ever since Mrs. Springfield was aroused by Seattle's behavior and felt some kind of competitive spirit, she experienced a pseudo-battlefield amidst Mrs. Springfield's joyful smile and Seattle's shining eyes. She was fed snacks by the two of them in turn and ate a whole plate of apple pie. Later, she ate a whole plate of macarons that Miss 57 brought from the kitchen. The boy, whose stomach was almost as big as a balloon, completely gave up thinking.

Regardless of why these two stunning beauties, who would attract the attention of countless men, were so keen on feeding him—whether it was because they were his sister's or his wife's best friend and wanted to take care of him, or whether they truly harbored some special feelings for him—the young man patted his belly and let out a burp, feeling that he wouldn't want to eat sweets for a while. Then, he saw Seattle sister pick up a pink macaron and put it to his lips.

Sigh, is this the price of being a womanizer? But I didn't do anything at all.

Smelling the sweet aroma of desserts, the boy bent over and gagged slightly. Since it was coffee paired with pastries, these Western-style desserts were generally quite sweet. Not to mention that the boy didn't particularly like sweet foods, in just a short while, he had eaten enough desserts for almost three people, no, four people.

"No more, really no more, Seattle sister... If I keep eating like this, I'm going to die, ugh..."

"Oh? No way, Xiaoyuchen, you don't need to be polite with us. You need to eat more so you can make up for all the weight you lost this year and grow up strong and healthy. That way, your older sister won't feel at ease. Here, have another piece~ Ahh~"

Well, it has that feel of a naval base.

Upon hearing Seattle's soft, sweet voice, the young man held his breath. Every time he ate lunch with his girlfriends at the restaurant, this was probably the sentence he heard most often. Every time, he would be so full that he could hardly walk by the end of the meal. He was almost developing eating PTSD.

There were so many times he felt that his ship girls weren't treating him like an admiral at all, but rather like pigs. If he didn't know they were genuinely good to him, he would have suspected they had some ulterior motives, like... well, that they could absorb more nutrients now so they could contribute more to his "feeding" at night...

So having more ship girls isn't necessarily a good thing. More ship girls means more gentle and caring ones. And with more gentle ship girls like your wives, you're one step closer to becoming a useless ship girl who can't live alone without your wives.

Other naval commanders work diligently, striving tirelessly for their naval base's future, but what about him? He hadn't read in textbooks or heard of anyone else that a commander would be turned into a useless admiral by the ship girls. This situation was probably unique to him.

The boy gagged again, realizing that this afternoon tea had turned into such a tough battle. Looking at the macarons in front of him and Seattle's impatient gaze behind them, he gritted his teeth and swallowed them without even chewing.

The feeling of fullness became even more pronounced. The boy patted the table, clutched his stomach, and took another sip of coffee to cleanse himself.

"Hehehe~"

The boy worked so hard, but seeing him eat her dessert again with the fork she had used, the girl contentedly withdrew her wrist, picked up a sweet macaron, and stuffed it into her mouth.

Her soft, beautiful breasts were still pressed against the boy's arm. Ever since the first time she accidentally rubbed her chest against her younger brother's elbow while feeding him, the beautiful girl seemed to have developed a taste for it and never wanted to let her chest leave her younger brother's arm again.

The soft flesh of her breasts enveloped the boy's arm. Thanks to the intense training he had undergone at the naval base recently, he had developed a high level of resistance to such behavior, and the boy did not show the slightest bit of embarrassment.

However, this only emboldened the girl to push her luck further. At first, it was just her chest, but if Miss 57 hadn't coughed lightly to stop her, she would have almost leaned her stomach against the boy's body.

Ugh... I'm absolutely not eating any desserts this month, not even the ones my wife makes!

The boy clutched his stomach and muttered to himself, but seeing his pitiful appearance, Springfield had already thoroughly satisfied her urge to feed him. As the culprit herself, she took out a handkerchief and wiped the boy's mouth. The boy, who had given up thinking, did not resist. She wiped all the crumbs from the boy's mouth clean and smiled at Seattle, who was sitting opposite her.

"By the way, Seattle, Miss Sacramento and Miss Ella are very close, right? Has she heard anything about any missions for us 'gun girls' lately?"

"Hmm... I don't think I've heard of such a mission. What's wrong, Springfield-nee?"

The girl with long brown hair took a small sip of her coffee. In an exceptionally high mood today, she heard Haruta's voice and rested her fingers on her chin, lost in thought. Although she was still somewhat reluctant to feed her younger brother, she felt embarrassed to continue, seeing that even Haruta, who was so familiar with Lexington, had stopped.

"It's nothing, I was just curious, it's nothing serious."

Springfield shook her head. She was just wondering what kind of surprise Lexington had for her. For herself or for her, the only things that could be considered a surprise, besides finding him, were that other thing. But Seattle seemed to have heard nothing about it.

"Mrs. Springfield, do you have any apple pie here? If so, I'd like to take two home."

Springfield shook his head. Ever since Lexington successfully became his wife, he had become increasingly unable to understand her thoughts. Muttering to himself, he put these trivial matters aside for the time being and raised his face. Springfield then heard the boy in front of him smilingly ask him a question that he was trying to force himself to answer.