Elder brother's garrison

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Xiao Bai covered his head and sighed.

—Xiaobai thinks this might not be Deep Sea Musashi, the younger sister of Deep Sea Yamato, but rather a little dog using the name Deep Sea Musashi.

"Hmm? Shiro, do you want to feed him too?" Deep Sea Yamato, who was feeding Shiro, quickly sensed Shiro's gaze. Deep Sea Yamato walked over to Shiro and handed him the bag of dried fish in his arms.

"Uh, I don't need to... Yamato-neechan, you can do it."

"Oh." Yamato thought for a while, then sat down next to Shiro while holding the dried fish. The cool, soft skin against Shiro's arm felt incredibly comfortable.

With his eyes lowered, Yamato of the Deep Sea fed one dried fish after another into Musashi's mouth.

"Speaking of which, Yamato-neechan, how did you become the dean?" Shiro asked.

"Dean? Uh--I don't know. I was already leading the Abyssal Fleet when I was conscious." Abyssal Yamato thought for a moment and shrugged.

"...When did you become the dean?"

"It's been too long, how could I remember clearly?" Deep Sea Yamato didn't want to answer the question, but since it was Shiro who asked it, Deep Sea Yamato put away the dried fish and thought about it carefully for a while: "Hmm - it seems that when I became conscious, humans already had ship girls, but they were far less powerful than they are now."

Yamato narrowed her eyes as she spoke: "Hmm... wait a minute? There shouldn't be any ship girls yet? No, no, it's been too long, I really can't remember."

Yamato gave up thinking and turned to look at Shiro.

Xiao Bai's expression was complicated.

"What kind of expression is that?" Yamato Fukami chuckled.

"Yamato-neechan, what do you think of the benefits at our naval base?"

"Ah, it's alright." Yamato Akami said, looking around before whispering to Shiro, "Um... it would be even better if the salary were higher."

"Is the salary very low?"

“…No, it’s just that this child eats too much.” Yamato Akami gave an awkward smile, then pointed to Musashi Akami in front of her.

Ship girls and deep-sea creatures are all big eaters. If they wanted to, their ship equipment could instantly consume the food that had entered their bodies, making room for them to continue eating. So, with Deepsea Musashi eating like this, it's likely that Deepsea Yamato's wallet is suffering quite a bit these next few days.

"Then I'll give Yamato-neechan a raise."

"Huh? Is that okay!" Yamato was taken aback, then his eyes lit up instantly.

"Mm." Xiaobai nodded.

"Wow, Shiro, you're amazing! Come here, give me a kiss!" Deep Sea Yamato put a whole bag of dried fish into Deep Sea Musashi's arms, then opened his arms and gave Shiro a bear hug, finally sticking out his little mouth to give Shiro a bunch of kisses on the head.

"It's okay, it was something we agreed on anyway."

"We made an agreement? Did we talk about a raise?" Yamato Shinkai, who was holding Shiro, tilted his head in surprise.

Xiaobai didn't explain further, but just smiled faintly.

Yamato, of course, didn't mind this little incident. The naval commander had promised her a promotion and a raise. She was overjoyed.

Deep Sea Yamato released Shiro and prepared to take his own dried fish.

Then, at that moment, Shiro fell into Yamato's arms.

Deep Sea Yamato was taken aback, realizing that Shiro, who had been awake just moments before, had now fallen asleep.

"So sudden?" Yamato looked around and found that there was no one around who could help him.

Yamato could only change Shiro's position while she was sleeping, letting her rest her head on his lap.

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Xiao Bai felt someone poking his face.

The air was cool and refreshing, and drops of dew pattered on my face, making it itch.

Little White, lying on the ground, slowly opened its eyes, and what it saw was a patch of lush green grass.

Little White slowly sat up from the grass.

"Huh?" Xiaobai stared blankly at the surrounding scenery.

I was just chatting with Deep Sea Yamato, how did I end up being pulled into the mental world the next second?

"Good afternoon." A gentle greeting came from the other side of Xiaobai.

Xiaobai turned her head and saw the Deep Sea Will, dressed in a dress, squatting beside her, resting her chin on her hand and quietly watching her.

"Ah, it's you, the Will of the Deep Sea." Little White smiled at the Will of the Deep Sea.

The Will of the Deep Sea did not speak. She slowly stood up and then stretched out a hand to Little White.

Xiao Bai subconsciously grasped the hand that the Will of the Deep Sea had reached out.

Then, with a whoosh, the surrounding scenery changed, and Xiaobai and the Will of the Deep Sea arrived at the central open space of the spiritual world.

The will of the deep sea landed right on his bed, while Xiaobai stood beside the bed.

“Deep Sea Will, is there something you need for me to come in?” Xiao Bai asked.

The will of the deep sea nodded.

"What's the matter?" Xiaobai asked the Will of the Deep Sea with a smile.

Deep Sea Will blushed slightly, then picked up the comic book by the bedside and covered the lower half of her face, revealing only her crystal-clear eyes.

"..." Xiaobai was silent for a moment, "What is it?"

“You know that,” the Will of the Deep Sea said.

"..." Xiaobai maintained her innocent smile and tilted her head.

"Trying to be cute won't work. I share memories with you, and I know that you know that." The Will of the Deep Sea put down the comic book and said to Xiaobai.

Xiaobai knelt down with a thud, her lips pursed, her hands supporting her on the ground, her expression complicated.

—What was bound to happen eventually did happen, and no matter how much Xiaobai tried to avoid it, it was no use.

Xiao Bai once promised the Deep Sea Will that if the Deep Sea Will helped Xiao Bai control the ship's equipment, then Xiao Bai would grant the Deep Sea Will one favor.

The Deep Sea Will naturally chose to send Xiaobai to Tirpitz to urge him to update the R18 yellow book of the swaying ship girl.

"...Um, could you please get another one?"

"No."

"We're still on our way to the campaign, so why don't we wait until we get back to the garrison..."

“I know Tirpitz brought all his painting tools with him.”

"...I...I...I..." Xiaobai's tears were about to fall. "I'm your mother, how could you bear to read my dirty little book?"

"How could I bear it?" Deep Sea Will put down the comic book, squatted down in front of Little White, reached out a hand to lift Little White's chin, her eyes filled with boundless affection and dependence, "Because I love you the most, Mom."

"What daughter in the world would want to read her mother's erotic novels?!" Xiaobai protested vehemently.

"As expected of me." The Will of the Deep Sea raised a beautiful smile.

Although it was unclear where this feeling of pride in reading her mother's erotic novels came from in Deep Sea Will's mind, Xiaobai still felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

In the end, Xiaobai still failed.

The Deep Sea Will truly lives up to its name; her will is as unwavering as steel. Regardless of what Xiaobai says about R18 being harmful to physical health and having a negative impact on the psychological development of teenagers, or how she, as the Deep Sea Will's mother, must protect her mental well-being, or even that Tirpitz has recently stopped writing and Bismarck would punish her by making her kneel on a graphics card if she saw her drawing erotic novels, especially her own, the Deep Sea Will remains steadfast in her convictions.

I won't listen, I don't care, I want to see.

Xiao Bai could only nod with tears in her eyes.

In the real world, Xiaobai suddenly opened his eyes and stood up from Shenhai Yamato's leg like a bamboo pole.

Shiro looked towards the deep sea.

It seems I've been in the mental world for quite a while. In the real world, Abyssal Yamato has fallen asleep while waiting. She's currently leaning against the wall, sleeping peacefully, with Abyssal Musashi as her pillow on the other side of her thigh.

Shiro sighed, got up from Yamato's body, covered his face, and ran all the way to Bismarck's house.

Little White shoved open the door to Bismarck's room and rushed inside.

Bismarck usually didn't stay in his room; for him, it was just a space to sleep. He preferred to patrol around the yard, so Tirpitz was probably the only one in the room at this time.

"Tirpitz!" Little White rushed into the room and shouted at the people inside.

A rustling sound followed, and Tirpitz quickly closed the laptop in front of him, then swiftly tossed the graphics tablet in his hand into the ship's equipment space.

After doing all this, Tirpitz casually tossed the notebook behind him, swallowed hard, and looked at Little White.

“…Oh, it’s Little White.” Tirpitz didn’t dare to meet Little White’s gaze, and a bead of cold sweat trickled down her cheek.

"Tirpitz, what were you doing just now?"

"...reflecting on life."

Xiao Bai didn't say anything more. Instead, she pursed her lips, jumped onto the bed, pounced on Tirpitz, and flipped over the laptop that Tirpitz had placed behind him.

Then, on the computer screen, Xiaobai saw a white-haired girl completely naked, her eyes filled with pink hearts, striking all sorts of poses, shamelessly facing the camera.

Xiao Bai fell silent.

"Uh... Xiaobai, let me explain... this..."

"Keep drawing."

"...Huh?" Even the usually composed Tirpitz was taken aback after hearing Xiaobai's response.

"Keep drawing." Little White looked at Tirpitz while tears streamed down her face. "I want to see."

Tirpitz's mouth gaped slightly, his face filled with disbelief.

—My little yellow book, is it really this touching?

Chapter 524 The Story After the Painting Began

Tirpitz looked at the little white creature that had jumped on him and fell into deep thought.

Tirpitz considered himself not particularly intelligent, but he wasn't exactly unintelligent either.

But why did Tirpitz suddenly feel like his brain wasn't working properly at this moment?

Tirpitz racked his brains looking at Little White, at the two strings of clear tears on Little White's fair face.

Xiaobai really hated that he drew her doujinshi. Even if it wasn't the regular R18 version of Yuru Kantai Collection, Xiaobai was so angry when she found out that she hit him with a comic book. Not to mention when Xiaobai caught him drawing doujinshi later.

Tirpitz looked at Xiaobai with a puzzled expression, his gaze shifting back and forth between Xiaobai and the notebook.

Is this a new trendy play?

"...You want to see?" Tirpitz asked.

"Mm." Xiaobai nodded.

"...May I ask why?" Tirpitz could no longer contain his curiosity.

"The plot is full of twists and turns, the writing is vivid, and it is full of profound life philosophies..."

"This is just a very ordinary form of depravity."

"..." Xiaobai didn't dare to look at the laptop screen again. "Keep drawing."

After saying that, Xiaobai picked up the laptop, took a few deep breaths while holding it, and handed it to Tirpitz.

Tirpitz took the laptop and stared at the screen in deep thought for a long time.

“Draw it,” Xiaobai said.

"...Are you serious?" Tirpitz probed the edge of the little white.

"Ah."

"Are you okay with anything like tentacles, evil pills, swallowing, tattoos, or group sex?" Tirpitz closed his eyes and frantically probed at the little white creature.

Xiaobai covered her face, her cheeks flushed red to her ears, but she still nodded and said, "Mmm."

Actually, Xiaobai didn't understand what Tirpitz was saying at all, but nodding was enough.

Tirpitz's small mouth was slightly open as she looked at Little White, and finally her expression turned serious.

Xiaobai felt Tirpitz's hand on her shoulder. She looked up and saw Tirpitz looking at her with a solemn expression.

"Yes, I understand. Admiral, you have indeed awakened, haven't you?"

"what?"

"Even an admiral has times when he wants to know about these things, right?"

"what??"