My ship girl setup is off...

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Masahiro, who was completely locked up by Ibuki, tried his best to speak, but he couldn't continue after speaking for a while. He could only move his face from side to side to prevent himself from being suffocated by Ibuki's milk.

“My Lord, I didn’t know this would feel so good. I’m so sorry if it’s bothering you, but please allow me to savor the warmth you give me during this time. Please forgive me.”

Ibuki grabbed Masahiro's two wrists with one hand, while still pinning him down in the superior position. With each up-and-down rubbing of her body, Ibuki seemed to have gotten a taste for it and didn't want to let go.

"Ah! My lord, it's got it..."

The feeling of pleasure gradually intensified, and as Ibuki was slowly enjoying it, she was suddenly met with Masahiro's counterattack. However, it was clearly not very effective; on the contrary, Ibuki increased the intensity of her up-and-down movements. (Skirt 6*93)15

The bed, which had already suffered a lot, began to shake and groan.

It wasn't until the final, accelerated charge, when she felt the injection within her body return and the shaking no longer produced any watery sounds, that Ibuki released her commander and lay down on the bed, though their bodies remained tightly connected.

"My lord, my lord, hehe."

Ibuki moved Masahiro up a little and rested his head on her chest before speaking with a blissful expression. Masahiro was too weak to resist and could only hold Ibuki and let her sway him.

"My lord, how about red bean rice for dinner tonight? I've already prepared the ingredients. If you have no objections, then let's have red bean rice tonight."

Feeling both satisfied and happy, Ibuki thought about how she had already united with the Commander today, and according to custom, she should eat red bean rice. So she asked Masahi about it, but it was more like she was telling him what to eat that night than asking.

Masahi didn't answer Ibuki, but instead pondered why things had turned out this way while enjoying Ibuki's bountiful harvest.

He originally thought that things would go as he wished, with him taking the initiative and having a good time with Ibuki. Afterwards, he would sit on the edge of the bed while Ibuki lay on the bed, smoking a cigarette, thinking that a cigarette afterward was better than being a god.

The result is that Ibuki tore off my clothes and pulled down my pants, then pinned me to the bed and subjected me to a brutal sexual assault. It wasn't enough for her to just come a few times; she had to be completely filled. In the end, Ibuki forcibly ended the encounter by locking my body in place.

Did I board the ship myself? Or did I get on the ship myself? Have I become a victim?

A desperate resistance? What is that? I don't understand.

"Lord?"

Not getting a reply, Ibuki shook Masahiro's head, thinking he was asleep, and hugged him even tighter.

"No, I'm still alive. I can eat, but is it too monotonous to just have red bean rice tonight?"

Feeling a risk of suffocation, Masahi licked Ibuki in response, while asking somewhat bewilderedly, "I know that Japanese weddings involve eating red bean rice, but eating only sweet rice is a bit too much for me."

"My lord, it's not just red bean rice; there are other appetizers, dishes, miso soup, and cake..."

"Okay then, Ibuki, you go ahead and do it. I'd also like to try out the customs of the Sakura Empire, but can you manage it at this time of year?"

Masahi turned to look out the window. During the time he spent being affectionate with Ibuki, it had unknowingly been afternoon. He felt like he hadn't done anything, and the day had just passed by like that.

"Yes, my lord, I like it~ kiss..."

Ibuki pressed Masahiro down beneath her again, but this time it wasn't to reunite them. Instead, she cupped his face in her hands, kissed him deeply, and shared a passionate kiss with him, savoring once more the pleasure she found irresistible.

The feel of the hand.

After they had been stirred together until they were so sticky that they could hardly be dissolved, Ibuki slowly pulled away from Masahiro's body, making a "whoosh!" sound as she separated.

Then she materialized her own ship outfit, covering up the marks on her body, leaving only her beautiful, fair back for her lover to see.

"Wait, wait, don't walk so fast!"

After drinking all the water that Ibuki had put into his mouth, Masahi sat up, pulled Ibuki into his arms, and held her close.

"My lord, what? If you still want it, Ibuki... is fine with me."

Looking into his eyes, Ibuki seemed to understand something, and a charming smile appeared on her face again. At the same time, she felt a little happy. Just as she was about to take off her clothes, Masahi stopped her.

"Ibuki, my dear wife, why are you thinking about such lewd things all the time? That's not good. And you've forgotten about this. Here, let me help you put it on."

He kissed Ibuki's soft lips and said with a hint of reproach, but still took out a small black box from the torn clothes and opened it. Inside was a diamond ring covered with patterns. Ibuki knew that this was the vow ring she had always longed for.

"Wearing this ring means you'll be my marriage ship from now on, Ibuki, are you willing?"

Masahi looked at Ibuki with deep affection. Even though they had already done it, kissed, and her clothes had been torn, he still had to ask.

"My lord, I have waited a long time, I am willing."

"I'd like to too, Ibuki."

Seeing Ibuki's teary eyes, Masahi chuckled softly and expressed his feelings. He then took Ibuki's trembling hand and slowly slipped the vow ring onto Ibuki's right ring finger. The ring emitted a soft light the moment it was slipped on.

"Alright, Ibuki, you can go prepare now. I want to eat your cooking, my lovely wife."

Looking at the soft light, Masaru spoke gently to Ibuki, kissing her cheek and speaking tenderly.

"My lord, I! I will do my best to satisfy you! So, can we do it one more time? Kiss... Mmm~"

Before he could answer, Ibuki closed her eyes and kissed him, then pushed him down again.

Chapter 148 Jealousy

"Congratulations, Ibuki-nee-san!"

"Ibuki, congratulations on becoming the Commander's wedding ship."

Across the table, Kitakaze and Izumo congratulated Ibuki, who lowered her head shyly, but the smile on her face never faded.

"Thank you so much! I was planning to call you all after I finished, but you all came to help me instead. I'm so grateful!"

"It's alright, Ibuki-neechan. Today is the day you and your Commander swore your oath. If Izumo-nee hadn't told me I wanted to come back, I would have missed your oath with the Commander."

Beifeng waved her hand and said, "We are all ship girls under the commander's command, and we all live together. There is no need to be polite anymore."

"North Wind is right. If we hadn't come back, you would have been overwhelmed by your own efforts."

Izumo recalled that when she and Kitakaze returned, Ibuki was busy preparing a lot of ingredients by herself. If Izumo hadn't come to help, it might have taken several hours longer.

"Yes, thank you everyone."

"I never thought it would be Ibuki-nee's turn to make an oath with the Commander this time. I wonder when I'll be able to make an oath with the Commander?"

Looking at Ibuki, whose face was beaming with happiness, Kitakaze looked at the Commander with expectant eyes. Although the Commander had been swearing oaths to older sisters lately, when would her own little boat be able to achieve its perfect ending?

"Well, that's possible, but it's not the right time yet. Besides, Kitakaze and Izumo, you two live with Ibuki?"

Facing the north wind, Zheng Ri made a cryptic statement. In fact, he did not rule out the Oath destroyer. After all, the emperor was far away and the maritime bureau could not interfere with his affairs. However, he could find an opportunity to try it later. He then changed the subject.

"Yes, Beifeng is very hardworking and outstanding. We also exchange kendo techniques frequently, and since we both come from research backgrounds, we live together."

Izumo patted Kitakaze's head, then looked at Seirin with a complicated expression, suppressing his inner impulses. He knew his personality wasn't likable, so he decided to just stay as he was.

"Then what about Azuma and Haku? I remember they also use swords like you, right?"

Hearing Izumo's words, Masahi thought of that particularly gentle figure. Well, mainly because Azuma's gentle personality and figure were very charming.

It's definitely not because she's particularly big.

As for the White Dragon, well, forget about it.

"My wife has a gentle personality, so she lives with some of the less experienced destroyers to educate them. As for Hakuryu, she lives alone. Alright, Commander, instead of talking about our affairs, what's more important right now is to have Ibuki join us, isn't it?"

After explaining to Masaharu, Izumo reminded him not to forget who the main character was tonight, and that the most important thing now was to have the wedding banquet with Ibuki.

"Yes, Ibuki, teach me how to eat this, or should we drink the nuptial wine first?"

Masahi looked at Ibuki, almost forgetting that he was the main character, and the small...

The banquet was prepared by Ibuki and Izumo, so we certainly couldn't let this feast go to waste.

"Well, my lord, it doesn't really have to be so formal, but as for the nuptial wine, I'd like to try a different way of drinking with you..."

As if she had thought of something, Ibuki's already pink face flushed even more, and she spoke somewhat shyly.

"It's okay, let's give it a try."

Thinking that it would probably be a day to share a drink, Ibuki first took a big gulp of her drink and then looked over. Just as she was about to say something, Ibuki kissed her.

"Yes, my lord, my dear..."

He poured all the liquor into his mouth, and because he was clumsy, some of it spilled out and soaked his clothes.

"Izumo-nee...Ibuki-nee, is she this proactive?"

As the two passionately kissed and fed each other wine, Beifeng's face turned pink. Then she looked at Izumo and asked curiously.

"This...it might be Ibuki...it's alright, it's just a north wind, let's wait a bit..."

Izumo didn't know how to answer Kitakaze. Watching Ibuki and the Commander kiss, Izumo felt a little thirsty and wanted to eat or drink something. Although he drank a glass of wine to calm himself down, he still felt it wasn't enough.

And his gaze remained fixed on the lips of the two people who were touching and kissing.

Two minutes later, Ibuki reluctantly parted from her lover, her mouth no longer tasting of alcohol, but filled with his flavor.

"My lord, is it delicious?"

"It's delicious, but if we keep drinking like this, Izumo and Kitakaze are waiting for their meal."

After swallowing, Masaharu hugged Ibuki and looked into her heterochromatic eyes as he spoke to her. Then Ibuki turned her head and saw Kitakaze and Izumo, whose faces were already flushed. Instantly, Ibuki's sense of shame kicked in.

"Ah, sorry..."

"It's okay, Ibuki, how about we just start eating?"

After that, it was time to eat normally. First, we finished the drinks, then we ate appetizers and dinner, and finally we cut the cake. It wasn't over until all the food on the table was eaten.

"My lord, you shouldn't eat so much. Overeating will upset your stomach."

After a hearty meal, Masaharu slumped on the sofa, letting Ibuki kneel in front of him and massage his stomach. He was so full he was stuffed.

"It's alright, besides, we can still get some exercise tonight. If I don't eat my fill now, I'm afraid I'll have to wait for my wife, Ibuki, to breastfeed me later."

He stroked Ibuki's hair and said with a mischievous smile, making Ibuki blush and speechless. After all, wasn't he implying that she was sexually unsatisfied?

"My lord, actually, we ship girls cannot produce breast milk because we cannot give birth, so..."

"It's nothing, I was just saying."

While Masaharu and Ibuki were talking, Kitakaze noticed Izumo-nee silently watching from the side of the kitchen with a strange expression on her face, so she asked curiously:

"Izumo-nee, what's wrong? Are you also envious of Ibuki-nee?"

"It would be a lie to say I'm not envious. Alright, North Wind, let's get back to packing."

With a smile, Izumo dismissed Beifeng and then hesitated. Especially when she saw the smile on Ibuki's face, she felt a little jealous. They were both research ship girls from the same batch, so why was she so easily favored by the commander?

Finally, Izumo gritted her teeth, turned around and went to the kitchen to start cleaning. Kitakaze noticed that her sister Izumo's gaze was somewhat dangerous.

Chapter 149 Yellow-haired Ship Girl

"Uh-huh?"

While Zheng Ri was asleep, he felt a warmth beneath him and a feeling of being hugged. He was about to turn around subconsciously when he was pulled back, as if he was being forced into this position.

Good heavens, is Ibuki really this persistent? It's already past midnight!

He opened his eyes and stared at the unfamiliar ceiling. Then he looked up at himself and saw a head with a pair of horns and purple hair rubbing against his abdomen. Hmm?

Masahi turned his head to the left and saw Ibuki sleeping with her smooth back exposed. His heart skipped a beat, and he pressed his hands down on her head, trying to pull it away from his abdomen.

But unexpectedly, instead of leaving, it accelerated as if in resistance, until it felt like it had come out, then was completely buried deep. After hearing a swallowing sound, a somewhat unfamiliar yet familiar voice came over.

"Good morning, Commander. How was my service? It's my first time doing this, so I'm a little inexperienced. Please bear with me."

The sound was somewhat muffled, as if something was blocking the throat's vocal tract, and that was indeed the case. The sensation of the sound stirring made it clear who was doing it.

"Izumo, what's wrong with you...?"

With the help of the dim light, he could barely see Izumo's face. Masaharu was speechless. Today he made a vow to Ibuki, then ate with Ibuki and Izumo, and then, after that, he was given... well, you know... by Izumo when he went to sleep.

Service-based wake-up calls.

My head suddenly feels really itchy. Could it be that a tumor is growing there?

"Gurgle~, Commander, I love you."

"Since you invested resources to build me and placed me in the position of your secretary ship, watching you every day, I've found myself gradually falling in love with you."

"But I know my personality isn't exactly pleasing to you, so I've always stuck to my principles. Even now that I'm by your side, I've been enduring it all, until I can't bear it any longer..."

As she spoke, Izumo slowly climbed up until her hands were supporting her on either side of Seirin's head. She let her ponytail, tied with a ribbon, hang down, her brown eyes fixed on him, the emotions in her eyes swirling as if about to overflow.

"Today, when I saw you and Ibuki make your vows, I saw the happy expressions on your faces, especially Ibuki, whose face was filled with a blissful smile, and her eyes were always fixed on you, as if the whole world was only attracting her. She was so happy, and it was truly enviable."

Izumo slowly lowered her body until her rather voluptuous figure pressed against his. Her left hand gently stroked his cheek, but she was also worried that her hand, which she often used to practice swordsmanship, might scratch him, so she just gently cupped it.

"So, seeing her such a happy expression, like the happiest woman in the world, I felt envious, and at the same time, I felt jealous."

At this point, Izumo's expression became somewhat distorted, as if he were thinking of an expression he didn't want to face but had to, filled with fear and a hint of anger.

"She and I were both research ship girls in the same batch as you, but she gained your favor more easily, came to your side earlier, won victories for you faster, and won your affection more readily. Similarly, she also... found happiness with you much faster..."

"So Commander, I want to be like her, to become your wedding ship, I want to be like her, to be the one by your side, I want that feeling of being inseparable, so Commander... I love you."