My ship girl setup is off...

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"I can't get there, Commander."

Zheng Ri and Qian Wei, who had already finished their conversation, looked at Plymouth, who had suddenly fallen into an emo state, completely bewildered. After all, she had just walked over with a smile, but then suddenly fell silent, leaving Zheng Ri puzzled.

...Send it! The vanguard who met Plymouth's gaze immediately understood what this meant. It must be because he had gone out with the commander and then envied how his relationship with the commander had improved.

I've become the bad guy.

"Plymouth, what's wrong?" Avant-garde could read Plymouth's name, but Zheng Ri couldn't. So he came up to Plymouth and looked at her. Seeing the tears glistening in her light purple eyes, he thought she had been bullied.

“It’s alright, Commander. It’s just that Plymouth is a little envious of your relationship with Lord Vanguard, where you can chat so freely. If it’s alright, Commander, could you give me a hug?” After saying that, Plymouth slightly opened her arms, and her meaning was quite clear.

"Oh, so that's what it is. Of course you can, Plymouth. You're my ship girl, you know. You have to tell me whatever's on your mind." Looking at Plymouth's pitiful appearance, Masahi suddenly couldn't help but laugh. This ship girl had been so proactive all day. How did she suddenly change?

However, Masaharu still opened his arms and embraced the ship girl in front of him, holding her tightly. He felt her slender waist, the fragrance emanating from Plymouth, and the soft touch of her body, and couldn't help but think to himself.

Indeed, girls are made of sugar, spices, and certain wonderful things, except that ship girls are even more wonderful.

"Thank you, Commander."

As Plymouth felt the blissful embrace from the commander, she closed her eyes, inhaling his scent and trying to imprint the warmth emanating from him into her mind. They say the squeaky wheel gets the grease, and Plymouth must be the first of them all.

The two hugged briefly before separating, mainly because Plymouth remembered that the food was still cooking in the kitchen; otherwise, they wouldn't have let go so easily.

"Ah, Commander, I prepared the meal before you returned. Please wait a moment; I'm sure the food from Plymouth will please you!"

"Alright, then I'll have to properly appreciate Plymouth's cooking skills. But I'll help out too; it'll be faster if we work together." Zheng Ri was unimpressed. He hadn't expected Plymouth to know how to cook. She must have spent a lot of time learning. As their commander, he would definitely give it a try.

“That won’t do, Commander. This is the first time Plymouth has prepared such a feast for you. Please help me later.” Plymouth refused Zheng Ri’s help because it was already ready and waiting to be served. What could be more joyful for a future wife than seeing her beloved waiting for her meal?

"Okay, then. I'll help you out properly from now on." Since Plymouth said so, Zheng Ri didn't say anything more, but a relieved smile appeared on his face.

Seeing the gratified expression on Zheng Ri's face, and also sensing the thoughts transmitted through the mental network, Qian Wei suddenly felt a lump in his throat, unsure whether to say something or not.

Well, what's done is done. Let's eat first. Perhaps Plymouth's cooking, having been trained by the Belfast head maid, will be better.

When Zheng Ri and Qian Wei sat down at the dining table, Plymouth came out carrying four plates in both hands. Zheng Ri was flustered, afraid that the food would fall and there would be nothing to eat.

Sweet and sour pork ribs, lettuce with sauce, mapo tofu, and cola chicken wings, as well as Plymouth's royal specials.

After serving four dishes—fried cod and fries, and strawberry cheesecake for dessert—they pulled out three more special dishes from who-knows-where.

"Since you are from the Eastern Empire, Commander, Plymouth has prepared Eastern Empire dishes and royal specialties for you to try. I wonder if you are satisfied with Plymouth's service?" After saying this, Plymouth placed her hands in front of her abdomen, then bowed. Her loving smile and service far surpassed those of several maid cafes.

"Satisfied! So satisfied! All I can say is, it's excellent, I can hardly wait to savor it!" Zheng Ri's face was full of undisguised smiles. He had originally thought that as long as it was edible, he would be happy and then praise himself for his hard work, but he never expected this to be such a pleasant surprise.

What could be more important to a foodie than having a gentle and loving wife who is also a skilled cook?

What? Not yet? No rush, your future wife isn't your wife yet?

Meanwhile, Vanguard looked at Plymouth with a strange expression. He couldn't believe it. You see, in the port, although Plymouth is a Royal Navy ship girl whose cooking skills can rival those of the head maid, she sometimes makes mistakes with the seasonings, turning what should have been a perfectly good meal into something unpalatable.

It's practically Schrödinger's cooking.

They can actually make Donghuang dishes now? It's truly amazing how much they've changed in just a few days.

However! Avant-garde didn't touch the utensils, because there was a precedent in the port area, and that person was herself, so...

"Thank you for your praise. I hope you are pleased, Commander. Ah~" Plymouth was very pleased with Zheng Ri's praise, so she picked up a pair of chopsticks, picked up a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs, and slowly brought it to Zheng Ri's mouth. She cupped her left hand in a cupping shape and opened her lips as if guiding a baby to eat.

"No, no, this is unnecessary, Harplymouth." Zheng Ri couldn't accept Harplymouth's motherly care and feeding, so he avoided her. She was already a few years old; if her ship girl could do this, she couldn't.

"Commander, just this once, please? If you don't like Plymouth, then Plymouth won't do this again." Plymouth saw Zheng Ri's reluctance. That wouldn't do. He had done so much for this.

"No way, Plymouth, listen to me, let's eat properly!" Zheng Ri firmly and forcefully objected. If he ate it, he would be a dog!

...

Fine, a dog it is.

After several tug-of-wars with Plymouth, Plymouth remained adamant, as if to say, "If you don't eat, I'll keep pestering you." Helpless, Zheng Ri had no choice but to reluctantly eat it. After all, it was only a one-time thing, and trying it wouldn't hurt.

"Commander, do you find this food to your liking?"

Zheng Ri didn't answer. After tasting a bite of Plymouth's food, he seemed to see himself from birth to his school days, and then to his working life. He even saw something imprinted on his DNA. Finally, Zheng Ri saw...

Four burly, lewd men with a few pieces of cloth hanging from their waists!

Chapter 23 Plymouth's Special Treatment

"Commander, are you alright?"

"Nothing's wrong" is actually a lie. Zheng Ri glanced at Plymouth, who was blaming herself, with complicated emotions. It would be a lie to say that nothing's wrong.

This sweet and sour pork ribs is truly something else. One bite and you're in trouble, two bites and you're dead, three bites and you're on your way to heaven. I don't know what's in it, but even though it looks mouthwatering, eating it is pretty much like going to see your dead uncle.

What kind of biological weapon?

Then Zheng Ri looked at Qian Wei, who seemed to want to say something but hesitated. Qian Wei must know, but couldn't tell him. How wicked.

But he couldn't directly tell Plymouth, "Don't go into the kitchen anymore, or I might die of old age or illness, and you'll be the one to die." So, he could only speak to Plymouth in a more tactful way:

"It's alright, Plymouth. Although there's a tiny bit of a problem with your sweet and sour sauce, your sauced lettuce and cola chicken wings are alright." Zheng Ri picked up a glistening, plump cola chicken wing and put it in his mouth to chew. Apart from that awful sweet and sour pork ribs, the rest were alright.

“Plymouth understands, Commander. I will definitely learn cooking skills better to assist you!” Plymouth clenched her fists slightly, giving herself a boost of motivation.

"That's right... I'll go into the kitchen with you tomorrow and teach you some dishes that I think are really delicious." Remembering that he almost left her just now, Zheng Ri changed his mind and decided to teach her a couple of dishes to give her a little Donghuang shock.

"Commander can cook?" Plymouth's pretty face revealed a look of puzzled wisdom; the intelligence was wrong.

"Yes, I definitely cooked for myself when I first came here. Although I didn't know how to bargain at the market at first and ended up spending a little more money, I got better at it later and managed to save a lot of money by rounding it off."

"Alright, stop thinking about it. What's done is done. Let's eat first." After saying that, Zheng Ri picked up a piece of lettuce and ate it. To be fair, it was actually not bad.

No one spoke during the meal. Firstly, as Royal Navy ship girls, they possessed elegant dining manners; aside from being fed earlier, they didn't talk much while eating.

Secondly, they tacitly agreed not to mention what had just happened again, as reopening old wounds is never a good thing.

Just as Zheng Ri had told Plymouth, he ate the other dishes and put down his chopsticks, feeling full. The sharp-eyed Plymouth and Vanguard noticed that the Commander hadn't eaten much Mapo Tofu, suggesting he wasn't one to eat spicy food, and they silently noted it down.

"Commander, you should consider losing weight. Your belly is getting quite big, and if you keep going like this without exercising, your figure will go out of shape."

Having quickly finished eating, Qianwei saw Zhengri resting on the sofa. So he moved closer to Zhengri and gently stroked Zhengri's slightly protruding belly with his delicate hands. From his tender actions, it was clear that Qianwei really cared about Zhengri's figure.

Although the ship girls wouldn't dislike their commander for getting fat, after all, who wouldn't like their lover to be fit and handsome?

To put it bluntly, a child doesn't despise their mother for being ugly, and a ship doesn't despise its flaws; that's the principle.

"Yeah, you're right. I'm going to think about it too. It's because I've been eating too much lately and haven't been moving around much. It's time to get some exercise." Zheng Ri touched his belly. It hadn't looked like much before because of his exercise, but now it's quite noticeable after a big meal.

Hearing Zheng Ri's words, Plymouth looked at Qianwei with a strange expression. As everyone knows, no commander is actually obese in the true sense, because most of them will be exhausted by exercising with the ship girls. Some commanders who are too weak will be given medicine. Obesity is not seen. It is more common to see them holding their waist and being helped by the ship girls.

Moreover, it's good that the commander is obese now, which means that he has sufficient reserves. Vanguard, what are you up to by doing this?

"Alright, in that case, let's start now. Plymouth, I'll do the dishes later, after all..."

"Dame!!!"

Plymouth vehemently objected: Making the commander do housework? How could that be acceptable? The original intention was to make the commander inseparable from the ship girls, but now he's being encouraged to be independent. Isn't that the opposite? She was definitely firmly against it.

"Alright, Commander, I have undergone systematic training in the maid squad. The reason Plymouth is here is to serve... to assist you, Commander. How can we let you do these things?"

Plymouth approached Zheng Ri, extended a finger to block Zheng Ri's lips as he was about to speak, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face. No matter what the commander said, there was no room for discussion.

"..." Masaharu, whose lips were pressed against his, didn't think so. Logically speaking, shouldn't Plymouth be a young lady? How could she be a maid? And how did she suddenly come up with a Sakura Empire phrase?

However, Zheng Ri didn't care anymore; if she liked it, then so be it.

After resting for a while, Zheng Ri picked up his phone and browsed for a bit. He could still receive the signal from the inland area at the branch office, but the signal might not be available when he was assigned to a port. So he browsed for a while longer.

After scrolling through his phone for a while, Plymouth's gentle reminder came from the kitchen.

"Commander, the hot water we prepared for you is almost ready. You may take a bath now."

"Thanks, Plymouth."

Well, it's gotten this far already? Feeling like her schedule had been arranged, she slowly moved the avant-garde who had fallen asleep next to her to the sofa, and then got up and went to the bathroom.

Upon arriving at the bathroom, Zheng Ri couldn't help but exclaim in amazement, "There's even a bathtub! What kind of privileged people enjoy this?"

He stopped the water from running in the bathtub, then took off his clothes, wet his hair with warm water, squeezed out some shampoo and applied it to his hair. Feeling the temperature in the bathroom, he unconsciously started humming a familiar song.

"~"

However, with his back to the door, Zheng Ri didn't notice that the door had been moved open and a gradually clearer figure was coming in.

"Commander, your singing is so beautiful. If you have time, could you teach Plymouth?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zheng Ri's body stiffened, and he even stopped rubbing his hair. He slowly turned his head.

Then you see Plymouth, who is only wearing a semi-transparent handkerchief, with her hands behind her back and slightly bent over, making her maternal breasts appear even larger. Her delicate and charming face is flushed, and her light purple eyes are filled with mist.

His gaze, however, was fixed intently on her.

"But Commander... would you like any special services from Plymouth?"

Chapter 24 Now, it's time for fantasy.

"My grass!"

Upon seeing Plymouth's impeccably groomed body, Zheng Ri immediately turned his head away, no longer looking at her. However, his ears, now stained as red as blood, revealed just how shy he was.

As a single person

Although I've seen plenty of erotic pictures of people my age in a certain chat group, seeing them in person would be incredibly exciting.

“Commander…please allow Plymouth to provide you with some special services.” Without waiting for the commander’s reply, Plymouth came directly behind him, took off the only towel draped over her body, wet it with the warm water from the showerhead, and slowly applied it to Zheng Ri’s back, gently rubbing it.

"Commander, how are you feeling? I hope you are happy."

"Ah... um, very good. I thought the special service you mentioned was something like that." Zheng Ri's stiff body gradually relaxed. If it was just a back rub, that was fine. Haven't you ever seen a pig run or eaten pork?

"Hmm? Commander, what kind of special service do you expect?"

"Uh, it's nothing. Speaking of which, Plymouth, you're quite skilled at scrubbing." Many bathroom scenes flashed through my mind. I couldn't very well tell Plymouth about that, so I had to change the subject.

"Ah, His Highness the Prince of Wales taught me this; he said it could cure my mental exhaustion," Plymouth said happily.

"What kind of mental exhaustion? Tell me about it." Zheng Ri felt a strange unease. Did the Prince of Wales know about this?

"Whenever His Highness the Prince of Wales and the royal family bathe together, he would very proactively come up behind some of his colleagues to offer a scrubbing service, and after he finished, he would weigh everyone's decks in his hands, calling it a way to treat mental exhaustion."

"...Truly worthy of being the eldest brother." Hearing Plymouth's shocking words, what else could Zheng Ri say but that he was indeed worthy of being the eldest brother?

But after seeing his older brother's swimsuit and racing suit, Jung-il realized that this brotherhood was probably over.

"Hehe, just like His Highness the Prince of Wales said, you call him 'Big Brother,' but she has told everyone that she and you will definitely be more than just brothers in the future. She also said that she told you about this method for treating mental exhaustion."

"Well, so you've put all the blame on me. You'd better be punished according to family rules!" Zheng Ri replied with a smile, and as he talked with Plymouth, the awkwardness from before seemed to have disappeared.

"Commander... your back is washed, now Plymouth will wash your front."

“Plymouth is no longer needed. You’ve done enough.” Zheng Ri refused Plymouth. He could still control his AK now. If Plymouth were to wash his front, he would lose control of his youthful vigor.

Now is fantasy time.

“…” Upon hearing the commander’s reply, Plymouth stopped what she was about to do and fell silent. Instead of answering Zheng Ri’s request, she put down the towel in her hand, took a step forward, pressed her delicate body against the commander’s back, and then wrapped her arms around the commander’s waist while rubbing up and down.

“Commander, you don’t need to hide anything from Plymouth. Plymouth is your personal ship. If you wish, please use Plymouth.”

Plymouth pressed her body against the commander's back, rested her chin on his shoulder, and whispered seductive words into his ear, like an angel of pleasure who had come to give you joy, and you could do whatever you wanted to her.

“Commander, Plymouth actually knows that you just imagined pushing Plymouth against the cold wall, and then ordering her to bend over with her stern while you roughly kneaded her soft deck, right?”

"And if Plymouth begs for mercy, the Commander will be even less likely to let him off the hook. Instead, he'll give him a severe lesson until the Commander releases him, right?"

Plymouth uttered obscene and vulgar words to Zheng Ri, who froze, his AK-47 brimming with life and ready to fire, as if it were full of bullets.

What's even more alarming is that Zheng Ri's heart was pounding with fear, because Plymouth was absolutely right, stating his thoughts verbatim, as if she knew exactly what he was thinking.

"Commander, are you surprised that Plymouth knows what you're thinking? It's because ship girls can know what you're thinking when they're by your side, it's like they have your thoughts playing in their minds."

While Plymouth was giving the commander wonderful touches, he casually uttered some terrifying words.

It's the kind of social death.

What's even more terrifying is that Plymouth kept going on about the things that had made him pale all day.

"By the way, Commander, and since you left Azur Lane running in the background, we could actually get information. Especially since you had ASMR running in the website, everyone in the port could hear it, and because your secretary ships weren't there, it played for a while, so everyone heard it..."

"Oh, right, while you were reading erotic comics and getting your hands dirty, the secretary ships were all watching, especially Miss Illustrious. When she found out that she was the one you were getting your hands dirty, her face turned bright red, and she immediately covered her face with her hands."

Unable to speak

“There are still some…”

"Stop talking about Plymouth, stop talking, please stop!" Zheng Ri was speechless, covering his face with his hands. What kind of hell is this? Why did I have to know about this? How the hell did things turn out like this?

"Commander, what Plymouth is really trying to tell you is that I am your ship girl, I am the authority that allows you to exercise your power, I am the shield that protects your ship, and I am everything you can rely on."