In the middle of a noisy party, I was being jostled from every direction by the shipgirls.
*Save me, aaaah!*
"Now, Commander! Try this cake! It’s delicious, I promise!"
"Ah, thank you, Cleveland."
*Munch*
I took a bite of the slice Cleveland handed me, wondering who on earth had managed to bake a gigantic three-tier cake this quickly. The moment I bit in, the fluffy texture of the sponge, the sweetness of the fresh cream, and a medley of fruits all burst across my tongue. It was seriously delicious.
"Wow, this is really good. Who made it?"
Hearing that, Cleveland, Montpelier, and Denver all lit up with joy. I hadn't realized these girls were so talented at baking. Where was Columbia, anyway? That girl had gone off to some "pesticide party." Sorry, girls. I’ll break through the sea routes later and make sure to get the drops for you.
"Amazing! As expected of the Commander, the master of our naval knights! For this very day, we learned from the Royal Navy maid corps and honed our skills just to make this cake for you."
"That’s right! We put everything we had into this—me, Montpelier, and big sis, all of us! We’re so happy you enjoy it!"
I never would’ve imagined the Royal Navy maid corps would actually teach them something like this, but it was surprising to see how much they'd been interacting with other factions while I was gone. Maybe I should think about organizing an exchange event later.
Seeing this, other shipgirls began crowding around to feed me their own creations. First were Helena and Saint Louis with sweet chocolate cookies, then the Beaver destroyer squad with apple and meat pies, followed by Massachusetts and South Dakota with mashed potatoes, and so on.
It was enough food to make anyone stare in shock—so much so that the table legs looked like they might buckle. I thought it was far too greasy and way too much to finish without getting indigestion tonight... but I still figured I should at least take a bite of everything. That was basic courtesy to the cooks.
While I was busy sampling food and catching up with the girls, Laffey finally approached. It looked like she’d finally come to her senses. Just a little while ago, she had a look on her face that I really couldn't describe here. But perhaps she still hadn’t fully shaken off the excitement, because a faint blush still lingered on her cheeks.
Laffey walked up to me and hugged my waist. I reflexively reached out to stroke her soft hair, but remembering what had happened earlier, I held back and simply hugged her back. Immediately, I could feel hostile glares boring into me from all around.
"Huuueee... Commander... that’s mean..."
"Sorry, Laffey. I got so startled that I ran away."
Then Laffey handed me what she’d brought. Let’s see, this is...
"Jack Daniel’s?"
Laffey had brought American whiskey, specifically Jack Daniel’s. I vaguely remembered her having a trait for drinking a lot, and come to think of it, Jack Daniel’s was a drink I hadn’t had in ages. It was expensive, sure, but incredibly good. I’d only had it once before I left the service. Actually, I recall hearing it was the favorite drink of a certain woman from a neighboring game.
"Laffey wants to drink with the Commander... Is that... not okay...?"
Laffey looked at me with sparkling eyes, but there was one very important fact: I’m not good with alcohol. My limit was a single bottle of soju, and even then, that was just enough to keep me conscious. If I went over two, I’d get so dizzy I could barely stand. Honestly, I did like beer, and I’d been wanting to try whatever the Iron Blood fleet served, but...
"Not okay...?"
*Ugh, I can’t resist that face!*
"Ah... yes... then I guess there’s no helping it..."
After that, the shipgirls around us grabbed cups and started pouring drinks for everyone. I took a cup from Yui and had my own glass filled. Ah, that scent! Jack Daniel’s, with its unique sweetness and fragrant fruit aroma! It looked like a standard bottle, but the finish should be smooth, right?
"All right, everyone got a drink?"
"""""Yes!"""""
"Then let’s toast to the boundless freedom of the Union fleet!"
"""""Cheers!"""""
After a quick toast, I downed the whiskey. The warmth spreading through me, the oaky notes, the fruit scent, and the balance of sweetness and bitterness—yeah, Jack Daniel’s really was delicious. Once I finished, it seemed the drinking party had truly begun. Yui came over and refilled my glass.
"Here you go, husband. But don’t drink too much, okay?"
"Hahaha, don’t worry, Yui. I’ve got it under control."
I was getting excited; it had been so long since I'd had liquor. Let’s see... what could I mix with it? Ah, perfect. Cola! I could make a Jack and Coke, just like the ones I used to make back when I worked at the bar.
First, ice in the glass, then fill it about a third of the way with cola, and top it off with the Jack Daniel’s. And just like that, the classic cocktail was complete. This brings back memories. It fit such a masculine image that male customers ordered it constantly. I never thought I’d be the one drinking it now.
Downing the Jack and Coke in one go, I was hit again by that warmth, while the fruit aroma of the whiskey and the sharp fizz of the cola blended beautifully, sending my taste buds into bliss. *Ahh, this is why people drink cocktails!*
"Hehehe... that little kick is so nice, heh..."
*Heh heh heh... I’m so happy it’s been so long. Hehehe...* Seeing everyone else drinking so much, I figured I could have a little more, right? Then Cleveland came over and filled my empty glass.
"Commander, there’s still plenty of alcohol left."
"Hehehe, thank you, big sis Cleveland. I love you so much, big sis."
"What? Saying it like that is embarrassing!" Cleveland laughed and tapped my shoulder, and then the two of us toasted and downed our drinks again. It was bourbon whiskey, but so what? It was delicious.
"This is so good... hihihi... hihihihihi."
*Well, if I get drunk and collapse, Yui will take me back to my room, or maybe Belfast will.* With that carefree thought in my head, I kept pouring liquor without stopping.
But I should have stopped. I had no idea what was coming next.
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"Heh... hehihihihihi..."
With the Commander now completely plastered, the atmosphere among the shipgirls began to turn predatory. Seeing the Commander so adorably drunk made everyone’s hearts pound frantically; one girl was on the verge of pouncing on him right then and there. The others were only held back by the presence of their peers. Still, hearts were practically appearing in everyone’s eyes, and they were all so worked up they were practically sweating.
The Union shipgirls had been waiting for this very moment. That was why Cleveland had set everything in motion from the start—orchestrating the chase, letting Enterprise take him into the storage room to have her way with him first, and then deciding who would follow after the party.
And now that the Commander was incapacitated, they had to decide who would go after Enterprise.
"All right, shall we go first? Come on, Montpelier!"
"Yes, big sis! Of course the first round is a three-way!"
Just as Cleveland and Montpelier were about to drag the Commander away, Saint Louis stepped in to stop them.
"My, my. You girls are really trying to jump the line?"
"Huh? You think you can fight me, the Commander’s favorite light cruiser?"
Cleveland’s friendly demeanor vanished in an instant. Around the Commander, she acted like the ultimate doting big sister, but whenever other shipgirls got too close, she became every bit the yandere that Enterprise was—someone who believed she had to eliminate every woman flirting with the Commander before she could claim him for herself.
And even though Montpelier and Saint Louis were both level 103, Cleveland had been the first light cruiser the Commander ever pulled and had been used on every single sea route. That made her the first to reach level 120. In other words, nobody could beat Cleveland.
Just as they were about to deploy their rigs against each other, Enterprise—the first to have sworn an oath—stepped in to mediate.
"Calm down, everyone. I have an idea."
"What is it, you arrogant Enterprise? If you spout nonsense, I’ll kill you and take your oath ring, so choose your words carefully."
"Hmph. How cute, a dog that hasn't even sworn an oath with the Commander barking like that."
"What did you say...?"
"Calm yourself. Otherwise, as the Commander’s first oath partner, I won’t be able to share the good news with you, will I?"
"Tch...!"
Cleveland and Saint Louis froze and focused on Enterprise. The rest of the shipgirls also leaned in, hanging on her every word.
"I know all of you love my husband very much. I know you want to swear an oath with him too."
Everyone nodded. Every shipgirl’s affection level was at least "Joy." In other words, at minimum they liked the Commander, and the rest loved him. There is a vast difference between liking and loving, and the shipgirls felt it deeply. If liking was a mild flavor and loving was a standard flavor, then an oath was the spicy flavor.
Once an oath was sworn, their world contained only the Commander. His words became the words of God. If he told them to die, they would happily smash their own keels. They would engage in any play he desired. In the end, yandere and megadere were separated by only a thin sheet of paper.
In other words, loving was megadere, and an oath was mega-yandere. When the Commander wasn’t around, the girls managed to keep themselves in check, but now that he was here, they could move without restraint.
So then.
"I, Enterprise, will acknowledge this: any shipgirl who wants to swear an oath should persuade the Commander. I won’t help. I will respect only the Commander’s heart."
But.
"Don’t forget that the Commander’s one and only legal wife is me, Enterprise."
"Oh, and any woman who hurts the Commander—I’ll execute them on the spot, so be careful."
She said it simply, but she meant it. She was that strong—powerful enough to scrap everyone in the room if she wished. And with her affection already at 200, she was playing a completely different game than the others.
"Fine... then how do we decide?"
"Use rock-paper-scissors or whatever you like. Oh, and I’m next, so decide the rest among yourselves."
With that, Enterprise sipped her bourbon whiskey, signaling that she wouldn’t interfere further. Cleveland then argued that, as one of the Commander’s starter ships, she had every right to go first. The other shipgirls agreed; they knew their turn would come eventually, so there was no need to rush.
"All right! Let’s go!"
"Yes, big sis!"
Cleveland and Montpelier grabbed the Commander by his sides and carried him off. They took him to Cleveland’s own living quarters, where a king-size bed awaited. Cleveland had specifically asked Akashi to make it for her, anticipating exactly this kind of situation.
"Hehehe... the world is spinning...."
After laying the Commander on the bed, Cleveland and Montpelier looked down at him. Those unfocused eyes, that cute way of speaking, the sweat glistening along his neck, his shirt half-undone, and the curve of his collarbone... they couldn’t hold back any longer.
"Hehehe, Commander, I can’t hold back anymore...♥"
"Haaah, Commander, you’re way too cute...♥"
Their bodies grew hot as they gazed at him, their resistance crumbling. They stripped off their clothes, revealing small, modest, but beautifully curved naked bodies. Outside, night had fallen, and the moonlight bathed their forms, making them look like princesses. Then, Cleveland gave the Commander a passionate kiss, one filled with all her love.
"Mmm...♥ Mmm...♥ Haaah, Commander, haaah...♥ Mmm..."
As their tongues met, obscene sounds filled the air. Cleveland twined her tongue around the Commander’s, and little by little, the room filled with scorching heat and pleasure. Unconsciously, the Commander tangled his tongue with hers, which only drove her further into a frenzy.
"Ah...♥ Big sis... I want to do it too..."
Watching the scene, Montpelier begged for her turn. The excitement was so overwhelming it felt like she might go insane just from watching. Cleveland yielded, and Montpelier began unbuttoning the Commander’s shirt one by one, licking and kissing his chest.
"Mmm...♥ Commander, this feels so good....♥ Mmm, mmm...♥ Haaahhh....♥"
Montpelier felt like she was losing her mind. The sensation of kissing the Commander surged straight into her brain, drowning her in overwhelming pleasure. The excitement was so intense she felt she might climax from the kissing alone. She couldn't imagine what would happen once they reached the main event.
"Mwah...♥ Mwah...♥ The Commander’s sweat tastes so goooood...♥"
While Cleveland left marks all over the Commander’s body, Montpelier bit his neck, leaving a kiss mark of her own. She usually maintained an indifferent, arrogant attitude toward him, but inside she was incredibly fragile. Because of that, the release of her true feelings was explosive. She began whispering words she would never normally dare to say.
"Aaaah...♥ Commander, I love you, I love you, I love you...♥ You're everything to me...♥ So please don’t abandon me... Mmm..."
By the time their excitement reached its peak, they saw it: the Tower of Babel that they had to conquer stood tall before them. To win this holy war, they climbed on top of the Commander and declared their victory.
"Now then, Commander... thank you for the meal...♥"
And with that, the remaining Commander was deliciously devoured by Cleveland and Montpelier.
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