I really don't have money for the ship girls.

“I still feel something is wrong.” Enterprise crossed her arms and stood against the wall near the curtains. “We had an agreement with the Commander that if we were to teleport someone to his world, we would have to inform him in advance. Doing this on our own is eroding the Commander’s trust in us.”

"Once trust is lost, it is very difficult to rebuild it."

Yi Xian echoed the company's words, but she was very conflicted. On the one hand, she did not approve of such actions, but she had to represent Donghuang in such matters, even if it was just to say a word or abstain from voting, otherwise others might simply not include her next time.

“That’s why we need to find the right person,” Marco Polo said excitedly. “She needs to be able to convey our attitudes, explain things clearly without offending the commander, assist the commander in completing this operation, and prevent the Royal Family from becoming too powerful. She must be beautiful, intelligent, brave, and resourceful.”

Soviet Belaros glanced at her and said, "You're not talking about yourself, are you?"

Marco Polo gave a subtle smile and said with his head held high, "That's right, the commander may not trust me from now on, but for the sake of the naval base, I am willing to bear such a crime."

"I don't think that will work. At the very least, we need to choose someone the commander really likes."

"Yes."

"I second that."

"No problem."

Bismarck's casual remark thwarted Marco Polo's self-recommendation, and she said with some embarrassment, "Then who do you think is more suitable?"

Bismarck: Tirpitz.

Richelieu: Jeanbart.

Akagi: Me.

The three spoke almost simultaneously, then exchanged glances, each refusing to back down, and an awkward silence fell over the conference room.

Just as the atmosphere was about to reach a breaking point, Frederick the Great suddenly spoke up: "I have a very suitable candidate in mind. What do you all think?"

Then Frederick the Great announced the name of the ship girl.

Akagi said disdainfully, "A mere slut."

“Indeed,” said Soviet Velaros, “but she is a capable vixen, perfect for dealing with royalty.”

Richelieu hesitated for a moment and then said, "Dragging this out any longer is not a solution. I agree."

Veneto: "Let it go this time, next time it really should be Sardinia's turn."

Bismarck glanced at Frederick the Great, tossed his brilliant blond hair, and said, "Then it's decided. We shouldn't delay, or things might change. Once the time is set, we'll proceed with the teleportation."

Seeing that the situation was beyond repair, Marco Polo still insisted on asking, "Wait, what if she herself doesn't want to? Right, Prince Eugen?"

“Me?” Prince Eugene, standing behind Frederick the Great, smiled faintly. “Do you think I’m willing?”

Haha, of course I'd love to.

Chapter 72 One Night in London (Part 1)

The voice belonged to a voluptuous beauty with silver-white hair. A red highlight in the front added a touch of mystery to the purity of her white hair. She was tall and elegant, wearing a high-necked fitted sweater and tight pants. Although she didn't reveal anything except her arms, her perfectly outlined figure made people even more fantasizing. Coupled with her charming and pretty face and her half-smiling expression, she exuded a captivating charm from head to toe.

Although they had never actually met, Ying Tian had seen her photos before, and the striking red highlights in her silver-white hair made him quickly recognize her.

"Prince Eugen?"

“Hmm… the commander recognized me right away, so their decision to send me here was quite wise.” Prince Eugen said, sitting down on the edge of the Yingtian bed, her legs slightly crossed, revealing a pair of long, beautiful legs.

In that instant, countless thoughts flashed through Ying Tian's mind: role-playing, Tirpitz's reminder, and the arrival of Prince Eugen. It all felt inexplicable yet interconnected. Sure enough, being a commander was not as easy as he had imagined.

"I don't recall your name being on the list for this operation, do I?"

"Hmm, I'm not one of them."

Ying Tian sat up in bed and looked at the beautiful woman who had suddenly appeared in the room. He said, "What exactly happened? Don't you need to explain it to me?"

“The explanation is…” Prinz Eugen pressed her hands on the bed, leaning back slightly to reveal her curvaceous figure. Her movements were not very proper, but her words were quite serious. “I’m here to tell the Commander that our mission this time is not just about successfully obtaining ruthenium, but also about helping the Commander fully adapt to the role of the Commander. This is our little scheme.”

Ying Tian nodded and said, "Well, and then?"

"We don't want the Royal Navy to have all the glory. After all, the Commander is everyone's Commander, but now the Royal Navy's ship girls have completely taken over."

"and then?"

"Does that need to be said?" Prince Eugen blinked and said, "We're jealous. We want the Commander, and we don't want the Commander to belong only to the Royal Family. That's everyone's attitude."

“Okay, I’ve received everyone’s attitude.” Ying Tian nodded, then asked, “Are you leaving now, or are you going to have some late-night snacks before you leave? If you’re having late-night snacks, you’ll have to order room service in my name.”

Princess Eugen was taken aback. It was good to see the commander; he was much more real than in the photos. She had imagined countless possible reactions from Ying Tian—he might be furious or press for answers—but she hadn't expected him to be so indifferent. Was he confident or just oblivious to her feelings?

"Can I take this as the commander giving me the boot?"

So you want to stay for breakfast?

Thinking this, Ying Tian said, "You came here secretly because you don't want to be discovered. It's okay, I won't tell the Prince of Wales and the others."

Prince Eugen wondered what was going on; had he been turned the tables on him?

“I understand how everyone feels.” Ying Tian patted Prince Eugen on the shoulder and said in a tone of someone who had been through it all, “When I was a child, I was very close to a kind aunt in the orphanage. I would get very anxious when I saw her getting close to other children, and sometimes I would deliberately be naughty to attract her attention. Thinking about it now, it’s really the same. There’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

Prince Eugen blinked. The man before him wore a sincere expression, seemingly so calm and collected. Many of the arguments he had prepared were now useless. Thinking about it, it made sense. This was everyone's commander, the commander who, despite being separated by countless timelines, could still unconsciously lead everyone forward. How could such a great person be measured by ordinary standards? What to do? He had experienced the commander's charm the moment he met him. No wonder everyone, separated by countless timelines, couldn't escape the commander's grasp.

"So the commander understands what everyone means?"

"understood."

"Will you treat everyone equally from now on, and no longer favor the royal family?"

“That won’t do.” Ying Tian refused decisively. “It is natural to differentiate between close and distant relatives. It is impossible for anyone to truly treat everyone equally.”

"Does the commander trust Wales that much?"

Ying Tian countered, "Will Wales harm me?"

Prince Eugen instinctively replied, "No."

"Will Wales do anything detrimental to the naval base?"

“…No.” Prince Eugen understood the commander’s meaning.

"That's it. If that's the case, why can't I trust Wales?"

Ying Tian glanced at the pensive Prince Eugen and said, "Alright, alright, I know you only get half a month off after each sortie, working one day and resting for fourteen, so you're quite idle every day. Instead of thinking about this kind of thing, you should eat more and exercise more."

"I'm going to take a shower and go to bed. You can go back now."

"Is the Commander implying something?" Princess Eugen leaned down, her beautiful face close to Ying Tian's. How could she easily give up such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity? "I also want to take a bath. Let's do it together."

Ying Tian ignored her and stood up on his own, saying, "Fine, then I'll tell the Prince of Wales."

"Oh no, the Commander has found my weakness." Princess Eugen covered her lips and walked behind Yingtian, leaning her delicate body against him. "Please, please don't tell them. As a price, I'll do whatever you want with me~ okay?"

Princess Eugen exudes a rich, subtle fragrance of a mature woman. Her supple waist and full breasts are so alluring that even the gentlest touch can make one feel their beauty.

Yingtian responded, "Do you even know what the Prince of Wales's reward is? Just enjoy it once, and the wise will naturally follow."

"Not interested."

"Really? I'm confident I can do better than Wales."

Upon hearing Prince Eugen's words, Ying Tian couldn't help but recall what had happened before. It was obvious to the naked eye that Wales had a broad mind, but when you actually measured it with your hands, you would find that her fullness was even softer and larger than you had imagined; she was simply a treasure.

Ying Tian turned around and glanced at Prince Eugen's chest, saying, "Sorry, it's not big enough."

Princess Eugen noticed Ying Tian's gaze, but the mature older sister wouldn't get angry like a little girl. She simply bent down slightly, revealing a hint of her deep cleavage, and said with a light laugh, "Commander is a little pervert, isn't he? Don't you want to check for yourself whether it's big enough?"

Just as Ying Tian was about to say something more, there was a knock on the door.

Princess Eugen tensed up immediately. She absolutely could not reveal that she had been sent by the Royal Navy, at least for the time being. Otherwise, a counterattack from the Royal Navy would be inevitable. Putting aside the naval base, at least here, the Royal Navy's ship girls had an overwhelming advantage.

"Now you have no choice but to expose yourself."

"...I will hide."

"It's no use. If you hadn't left earlier, I would have told on you. Just accept your fate."

Prince Eugen quickly looked around. There were many places to hide, but with the commander's words, hiding anywhere wouldn't help, so he had to resort to unconventional methods.

"Well, Commander, excuse me~"

"Varied……"

Before Ying Tian could react, Prince Eugen grabbed his waist, pushed him down onto the bed, and then lifted the thin blanket, wrapping the two of them inside.

Then, the door opened.

Chapter 73 One Night in London (Part 2)

"Master, I'm coming in now."

As the doorknob turned, the head maid Belfast entered. She was still wearing a black and white maid outfit, but the style was different from the one she wore during the day. In addition to the fitted waistline and white stockings, the neckline was pulled down very low, revealing a large expanse of her fair and round breasts.

"Belfast? What do you need me for?"

Originally, Yingtian didn't care about Prince Eugen's actions at all. He had never done anything wrong and had nothing to fear. He was upright and honest, and he wasn't afraid of misunderstandings as long as he explained. No matter who came in, he would just pull back the covers and expose Prince Eugen's whereabouts. He would then deal with the matter as it came to. He wasn't afraid of conflicts, but he was afraid of conflicts that were not voiced.

Then Ying Tian realized he had miscalculated; the unparalleled slipperiness and squeezing sensation was something he couldn't resist in his current state.

Ying Tian could only pretend to be propping himself up on the blanket with his knees, half-lying on the bed, and speaking to Belfast as he walked in as if nothing was wrong.

Seeing Ying Tian's awkward posture on the bed, Belfast, the perfectly elegant head maid, immediately guessed what was going on. It seemed that someone had already beaten her to it. That Welsh fellow was really impatient, not leaving anyone else a chance.

Even so, she maintained a polite smile and said, "I came to see if Master needs to take a bath, and I also brought some clothes for tomorrow morning."

"Okay, thank you. I'll wash it myself in a bit." Ying Tian put his phone aside, pretending that he had been looking at his phone.

“Please don’t say thank you. Serving your master is a maid’s duty.” Belfast placed the clothes on the table and stood quietly by the bed. “I have already sworn to dedicate my life to you, so please feel free to ask me anything.”

"It's nothing."

"Are you really alright?"

"No, nothing's wrong."

Ying Tian appeared relaxed on the surface and clearly intended to see the guest off, because he was really struggling to hold on. It wasn't just the deep pressure and silky smoothness; he could also feel a wet, slippery jelly swimming around his lower abdomen, drawing a playful circle.

Even under normal circumstances, such contact would be exciting enough, let alone in front of a stunningly beautiful woman like Belfast whom he had just met. The feeling that he could be discovered at any moment made the pleasure several times more intense.

"I understand."

Belfast bowed slightly to Yingtian, her smile still undiminished despite a hint of disappointment: "Master, do you know? Although we are ships, we are also human beings. We also cheer for those we respect and love, and convey our gratitude and affection... Please forgive my momentary willfulness. I should have left long ago, but I still wanted to see you one more time."

"I..." Ying Tian opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

“I am your head maid, so serving you, mistress, and so on is my duty.”

"I look forward to the day when you, Master, can give me orders without any hesitation."

Belfast glanced back and smiled gently before closing the door.

As the door closed, Ying Tian breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't have time to ponder the meaning of Belfast's words. He immediately threw off the thin blanket. Sure enough, Prince Eugen was now tightly wrapped around his waist, his head resting on his lower abdomen, his eyes hazy, and a few strands of silver hair on his forehead were stuck to his skin with fragrant sweat, exuding an aura of desire.

"You're really something, you even came up with this idea."

Prince Eugen chuckled, "There's no way around it, it's too hot under the covers. Only by hugging the Commander can I cool off a bit."

"Then you can let go now." Ying Tian was too afraid to move, like a bottle of cola that had been shaken many times, and no one was sure if it would spray out when the cork was unscrewed.

Eugen narrowed her brown eyes: "Belfast just called me mistress, so shouldn't I do something a mistress should do?"

Ying Tian picked up his phone and retorted, "You called me Commander, so shouldn't I do what a commander should do? Like ordering the port's research team to forcibly teleport you back?"

Eugen bit her finger, looking at herself with self-pity, and gave Ying Tian a pitiful look: "Does the Commander hate me that much?"

"I didn't dislike you before, but if you keep talking to yourself, then I might start to dislike you."

"Ah, this commander is really difficult to deal with."

Princess Eugen lifted her head from Yingtian's lower abdomen, propped herself up on the bed with her arms, and said with a strand of silver hair between her rosy lips, "As expected, perfunctory words won't fool the Commander. I'll have to show some real skill."

Ying Tian asked warily, "What do you want to do?"

"Of course it is~ Can't you guess?"

"I'm warning you, don't do anything reckless..."

Ying Tianxia instinctively reached out, wanting to move Prince Eugen's head away.

Just then, the door to the room suddenly opened, and neither Ying Tian nor Prince Eugen had time to react; they were both stunned.

Glorious stood by the door, covering her mouth in surprise. She hadn't chosen to knock, hoping against the Commander's refusal, but she never expected to see such a scene before her—

A woman was kneeling, her entire lower body covered by a thin yellow blanket, revealing only her long, messy, silvery-white hair. Ying Tian was half-lying on the bed, his face slightly flushed, his hands pressing down on the woman's head, as if trying to forcefully push her down.

Her radiant, pure, and flawless face flushed crimson. She was a mature woman, not some clueless submarine destroyer. Moreover, after becoming a marriage ship, she had specifically learned some relevant knowledge, so of course she could see what the two people in front of her were doing.