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

Saratoga then revealed her true intentions, pointing to her sister Lexington and saying, "My sister has a great figure, doesn't she?"

"Hmm, not bad..." Ying Tian was a little distracted. Lexington's figure wasn't as amazing as Akagi's or Taihou's. Her pear-shaped breasts were squeezed together because of her posture, highlighting their softness. They were just the size of a handful, yet they had an incredibly mature charm.

"This is considered 'okay'?" Saratoga admonished. "Commander, don't use us ship girls as the standard. This is already a very, very good figure among ordinary people."

"really."

"So, as my sister's younger sister, I will eventually grow up to be like my sister."

Ying Tian paused for a moment. He subconsciously wanted to say "hard to say," but seeing Saratoga's lovely face, he thought he should give her some hope: "Probably."

"What I mean by 'should' is 'definitely'! Commander, you must remember that."

"remember."

"Remember this well."

"I've memorized it."

I'm sorry, Jiajia. What I really remember is your sister's mature and beautiful sleeping posture. I really can't imagine what you will look like when you grow up.

Little Jiajia's baby face and huge breasts? Just thinking about it is terrifying.

Stepping out of the two sisters' room, Ying Tian stood at the window at the end of the corridor. He could see a group of Black children playing soccer on the hotel lawn outside, chattering away. Perhaps because of the noise, Ying Tian felt a little restless.

"Commander, are you thinking about the times we played soccer together when we were kids?"

Ying Tian turned her head and recognized that the person standing next to her was Falcon. She was raising her head slightly, her short purple hair was loose, and her face was slightly red. Perhaps because it was a little hot, she had pulled her coat collar open a little, revealing her dazzling breasts and collarbone.

She looked very alluring, but Ying Tian really didn't understand what she was saying.

Falcon seemed unconcerned, and was actually quite pleased with Yingtian's rather impolite gaze. She seemed lost in her memories: "On the open ground where cement piles were stacked in the east of the city, under the telephone poles, when no adults were playing badminton there, you would secretly call me over to play together. I said I wanted to practice the piano, and you just reached out to me. It was so unfair. How could I refuse my childhood sweetheart reaching out to me with a smile? No, it's you. I can't refuse any request from you."

Ying Tian blinked, seemingly wanting to say something but then stopping himself. What exactly was Falcon talking about? Was it something from a novel?

"Actually, I can't play football either. I can only stand on the sidelines and cheer you on. Then I'll hand you water after you finish playing. I remember you loved drinking the banana-flavored Ramune soda sold in the little shop. It's a pity I couldn't find it anywhere else to buy it."

"Forehead……"

"I know the Commander doesn't remember. I was also captured by bad guys and taken to another world. I've only just reunited with the Commander now, but it's okay. We're childhood friends, so I'm sure I'll remember what happened before!"

Looking at Jun'yō's serious face, which didn't seem like she was talking nonsense at all, Ying Tian wondered if he was using this method to influence the ship girls of another world? To make them have fantasies? But it seemed that only Jun'yō was like this, and the others at least didn't make things up out of thin air.

"What are you guys talking about?" Bumblebee and Independence leaned over and looked out the window. "Oh, watching a soccer game. Commander, are you interested in soccer too?"

"To be honest, I'm not interested." Ying Tianzhen, unaware of Falcon's situation, simply answered Bumblebee without further ado.

"What about basketball? Or rugby?"

"No," Ying Tian said. "I'm better at table tennis; I'm unbeatable in the orphanage."

"Huh? But I don't know how."

As Falcon watched Bumblebee and Independence chatting with the commander, he couldn't help but clench his fist.

Tch, those clueless women...

Chapter Eighteen: Almost Lost His Righteousness

Days passed by, and since nothing much was happening, the passage of time seemed meaningless. Even with brainstorming, no one could come up with a good solution.

Ying Tian, ​​who initially tried to liven up the atmosphere, became more and more casual. During the day, he would chat with people casually, talking about his childhood, or listening to Ruihe and the others talk about the naval base. He would also hold the remote control and keep changing channels on the TV, which only had a few channels, using the incomprehensible language as background noise for his conversations.

Of course, the most interesting thing was watching the group chat of the naval base with Kalion and the others. When Kalion used suggestive language to bring up the discussion about the commander, Ying Tian, ​​who had been secretly pulled into the group chat by Kalion, suddenly appeared as if by divine intervention, causing a lot of interesting reactions. Although it was a bit wicked, it did help Ying Tian understand everyone in the naval base better, and it also brought everyone closer together, letting many people know that the commander is actually a very interesting person.

Although sometimes I get asked some really strange questions.

San Francisco: "Commander, I heard you can kill people in your sleep, is that true?"

Ying Tian: "? I'm not Cao Mengde."

Then, a bunch of people in the group agreed, saying, "The commander is upright and honest; if he's going to kill someone, he should do it face to face." Others disagreed, saying, "He's probably just too embarrassed to admit it; the commander has the will but not the courage." Meanwhile, Kaliyong was laughing heartily on the side. Yingtian knew that there was something more to her words, but Kaliyong wouldn't say anything when he asked her. It seemed he would have to find an opportunity to ask her.

Sometimes at night, I would go to the hotel rooftop with Fearless and Bunker Hill to watch the stars together.

"The stars in the sky are light-years, tens of light-years, or even farther away from us. Even with the greatest courage, it would take countless efforts and a lot of time to reach them. But, as the commander in front of us says, we can reach them with just a wave of our hand."

Yingtian is only now getting used to it. The seemingly aloof and handsome Wuwei actually has a cute voice. In addition to fighting, she also has artistic hobbies such as studying stars. Perhaps because she is too impulsive, she often acts rashly. Just like her name Wuwei, she does everything without fear.

"That's not necessarily true. The stars are just far away, but I'll dodge and shake them..."

Ying Tian was still being stubborn when Wuwei suddenly put his arm around his shoulder.

"Haha, caught it in one go, Commander, what do you have to say for yourself?"

"You caught me?" Ying Tian said, grabbing Wuwei's arm with lightning speed. "It was clearly me who caught you."

"Who said that? Take this!"

I'll hide.

The two stopped looking at the stars and started playfully fighting. Bunker Hill looked at the stars, then at the two of them, thinking that the joys and sorrows of the world are not shared. If he could have the same courage as Wu Wei outside the battlefield, he would be the one laughing heartily with the struggling commander in his arms right now.

Of course, most of the time at night they are indoors, sometimes playing cards, sometimes playing mahjong. The idea of ​​a gentleman who observes chess without speaking is nonexistent, since the ship girls are all female. When Yingtian plays mahjong alone, there are at least seven or eight people behind her giving advice. Is mahjong, as a national treasure of China, so popular in the naval base?

After Ying Tian gained a little understanding of the game, he realized that the vast majority of people were terrible at chess.

However, very few people participate in these board games. The most effective way to foster bonding is through pillow fights, where a bunch of people wrestle in the room, with down feathers flying everywhere. Of course, physical contact is inevitable in this situation; a slight trip could result in falling into Shinano's chest or Ryuho's long, slender legs. When they get tired, they simply lie down to rest. After all, the beds in the room have been removed, and the entire room is covered with bedding and carpets, making every tatami mat a perfect place to rest.

Although Ying Tian actually wanted to avoid this kind of scene, not to mention that he used to be an online surfer who liked to appreciate the beauty of the opposite sex, and this appreciation of beauty could even transcend dimensions, he had now become addicted to it. Now that he was extremely bored and had beautiful women to keep him company, they did not guard against the commander and openly displayed their fair skin and beautiful body lines in front of him, which made Ying Tian unable to help but have erotic thoughts. The more casual and intimate they were together, the more uncontrollable it became.

Although Ying Tian tried his best to cover it up, it was still discovered by those with ulterior motives.

On several occasions, Belfast would help prepare the bathwater and say calmly and sincerely, "If Master wishes, you can come to Belfast anytime. I am Master's head maid, and it is only natural for me to relieve Master's desires. As a man, you must be having a hard time holding back in this situation. Besides, I love Master, and I think Master loves me too."

The head maid blinked her lake-blue eyes. Her beautiful silver hair flowed freely, and beneath her charming maid outfit lay a curvaceous figure. If she agreed, she would change out of the maid outfit into a bath towel, or even nothing at all. The beautiful and elegant Belfast possessed a pure and capable air, yet also an inherent allure. Ying Tian had almost agreed, but in the end, he still refused.

“I like you, maybe because of your appearance, maybe because I was moved… but now I understand, the reason doesn’t matter, liking someone is simply liking them,” Ying Tian said. “But wait a minute, there’s something else I want to do first.”

Belfast pursed her lips and said, "I understand." She knew it must be about the Prince of Wales.

"Feel sorry."

“Please don’t apologize, I understand.” Belfast smiled. “My master has his own principles and bottom line, and that’s exactly the kind of master I like.”

"Um... I always feel like it's like a bad guy doing a good deed, and a scumbag is praised for being affectionate sometimes."

“No, that’s not true.” Belfast locked the bathroom door and said, “Let me help Master scrub his back, but please don’t refuse.”

"……it is good."

Feeling the delicate, smooth, long, and strong hands caressing his body with perfect force, Ying Tian thought to himself, Belfast truly understands the middle way. Her touch is just right, making it impossible to refuse. If it weren't for her understanding, he certainly wouldn't be able to remain a gentleman.

"Wait, we don't need this."

"It's okay, I've already seen it. It's amazing. I need both hands to do it."

"..."

Whatever she does, she does it wholeheartedly without any affectation or pretense—that's the perfect and elegant head maid.

Time passed little by little. Ying Tian thought half a month had passed, but it was only a little over a week. The companies probably noticed that Ying Tian was bored, so his range of activities gradually expanded from the top floor to the entire hotel. He could also go out for a walk, provided that he was wearing a bulletproof vest and had someone accompany him.

One morning, Ying Tian got up and walked to the stairwell.

"Commander, are you planning to go for a walk?" Richelieu asked.

"Yeah, I'm going out for some fresh air."

"I just finished my shift and I'd like to stretch my legs a bit... Shall we go for a walk?"

"Okay."

Chapter Nineteen: Can I ask Sister Li?

If Africa has any advantage that allows you to find gold in the shit, it's the clean air.

Yesterday there was a downpour, and now the sun has just risen this morning. The temperature is pleasant, the breeze is gentle, and the children who usually come to the hotel lawn to make noise haven't come over yet. With the tall and beautiful Iris-clad lady beside me, everything seems so perfect.

Yingtian and Richelieu had just the right amount of interaction. This flagship of the Iris, the cardinal mentioned by Joan of Arc, was not like Akagi, Jun'yō, or Calionon, who would actively come up to you and joke around. Nor was he like Bunker Hill or Kaga, who would sit on the side with a slightly aloof air and watch the people in the room throwing pillows at each other in a chaotic mess.

Richelieu would greet Yingtian with a smile every time they met, gently reminding him if he needed company if he was going out. During pillow fights, she would also grab a pillow and join in. When Yingtian was cornered by Louis IX and slipped, he had to fall onto Richelieu. Even though her slender body was being held tightly in his arms, Richelieu would just smile shyly and say "It's alright" to Yingtian's apology. Just one glance at her smiling, crimson eyes was enough to convey her gentleness and closeness.

Akagi is very reliable. I originally thought she was a delicate and beautiful Yamato Nadeshiko, but now I feel her passion more and more. She is also very reliable in business. She is meticulous in everything she does, and she will carry out any order at all costs.

Richelieu, the flagship of the garrison forces that also came this time, was quite different from the others. Although they could also feel the sacred aura emanating from her, it was not the kind of sacredness that made people afraid to look directly at her. Instead, they couldn't help but want to get close to her, even to hold her sacredness in their hands. After understanding her feelings and closeness, and knowing that they were not just wishful thinking, it seemed natural for them to become intimate with her.

In fact, this wasn't the first time Ying Tian had taken a walk with Richelieu, so their conversation was quite casual.

"Richelio, you've been on guard duty all night, aren't you tired?"

"Compared to the battle, these are just minor incidents. Of course, it's not like I'm not tired at all; standing for so long always makes my back ache." Walking along the path through the bushes behind the hotel, Richelieu gently stretched her body, her hand on her lower back. She winked playfully and said, "Commander, you're just saying that. Aren't you going to give me a massage? All talk and no action."

Ying Tian glanced at Richelieu's slender curves and said, "Theoretically, it should be necessary, but my technique isn't good enough. You can have Belfast massage it for you."

"This is shirking responsibility."

"This is called entrusting professional matters to professionals."

Richelieu said softly, "Is that really all there is to it?"

"real."

"Then why doesn't the commander dare to look me in the eye?"

"Is there?"

Ying Tian had already become quite familiar with everyone, so he quickened his pace and walked up to Richelieu in one go. He deliberately looked Richelieu up and down and said, "There's no such thing as daring or not daring."

“Then I’d like to ask the commander another question.”

"What's the problem?"

Richelieu smiled gently, her hands clasped behind her back, one leg slightly bent, the knee and shapely calf forming a beautiful curve: "Commander, do you think I'm beautiful?"

The sudden question startled Ying Tian for a moment. His gaze unconsciously returned to Richelieu. This iris-clad woman had a slender and graceful figure, her beautiful curves as exquisite and voluptuous as a work of art. Unlike Taihou, whose body resembled a ripe fruit, she possessed a different kind of mature charm. Her curves, like those of a supermodel, were perfectly proportioned and could be encircled with one hand. She had a flat stomach and legs without an ounce of excess fat, not to mention her long, golden hair that shone in the sunlight and reached her waist, as well as her fair and pretty face. Everything about her was so perfect.

Ying Tian realized that he had never really looked at Richelieu so closely before. Whenever he was about to see her straight legs and pert buttocks, or her swan-like long neck, he would subconsciously look away. So now he was only able to feel the amazing charm of this most beautiful iris, and his heart started beating uncontrollably.

"What a strange question. Of course Richelieu is beautiful, very beautiful," Ying Tian replied casually. "I don't think the flagship of the Iris series would lack even this much confidence."

“No.” Richelieu pursed her lips, a hint of melancholy crossing her pure and beautiful face.

"Ah, why?"

“Because the criteria for judging beauty are very diverse, not only in appearance, but also in figure, fashion sense, and morality. Women dress up for those who appreciate them, because other people’s judgments are not important to me at all.” Richelieu looked at Ying Tian. “But I can’t be confident when I’m with the Commander.”

"I think I'm pretty easy to get along with." Ying Tian scratched his head, wondering if the secret of his breast fetish had already spread. As an orphan, it's normal to have a special fascination with the maternal secondary sexual characteristics of women. Besides, Richelieu's breasts are indeed not as firm as those of Radiant and Taihou, but compared to ordinary people, they are definitely huge. Each has its own beauty.

“Yes, the commander is quite easy to get along with,” Richelieu said to Ying Tian as they walked. “Perhaps I’m overthinking it.”

"You're probably overthinking it, but since you've brought it up, you might as well make things clear."

Richelieu pursed his lips and said, "Commander, you know me, right? I am the flagship of the Iris, and my name comes from Cardinal Richelieu, a famous politician in French history."

"Ok, I know."

“So I am French, or at least have countless ties to France.” Richelieu lowered her head slightly, sunlight filtering through her golden hair and shimmering. “This place was once a French colony, and it is still controlled by French national power and businesses. But it is poor, backward, war-torn, and plagued by disease. There are simply no positive words to describe it. Beneath its glorious history lies such filth…”

Richelieu gently tilted her head up to look at Ying Tian, ​​biting her cherry-pink lips with her pearly teeth: "I'm afraid the Commander will have a bad impression of us Iris because of this."

Ying Tian couldn't help but think to himself, "You don't think I have a good impression of these Western capitalist powers, especially France. With my hands up to the sky, I should be able to speak the Lord's Word. It's a hellish mission to capture Paris before France surrenders. Even with de Gaulle, the last man of France, France's contribution to World War II is negative."

But what does all this have to do with you, Richelieu? Not every Chinese person is like me, a big-breast fetishist. There are also loli fetishists, white-haired red-eyed fetishists, slime fetishists, and fetishists for...

“That’s not true. You’re not French, you’re not even from this world. How could something like that affect my impression of you?” Ying Tian said. “On the contrary, I should say that I have a very good impression of you. Joan of Arc was steadfast and earnest, Louis IX was just and handsome, and you, Richelieu, are beautiful and reliable. Not only are you powerful, but you are also gentle and humble. You are not the kind of saint that is unattainable, but a saint that makes people want to get close to you.”

Richelieu blinked: "Really?"

"Of course it's true."

Richelieu raised her left hand high, as if to shield her eyes from the sun, and said softly, "But I don't feel that the Commander wants to be close to me."

Having already been given such a hint, Ying Tian certainly wouldn't embarrass the lady. He took Richelieu's soft, smooth hand in his and said, "Because thinking is one thing, but not all thoughts will be put into action. I'm afraid it would be presumptuous."

"It won't be abrupt, not at any time."

Richelieu felt the warmth in his palm and walked for a long time in the bushes with the man who made him feel at ease.

"I guess I overthink things. As long as the Commander doesn't dislike me or us Iris, I'm relieved."

"How could I possibly hate it?"

“Yes, that’s how magnanimous and compassionate the Commander is.” Richelieu blinked and said with a hint of playfulness, “So the Commander wouldn’t dislike Jean Bart, would he?”

Sister Li finally revealed her true intentions.