Elder brother's garrison

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Tirpitz is good.

It's one thing to waste your chances of winning over someone with maxed-out affection upon first appearance and do nothing, but then this guy actually comes to sleep on the little white bed.

Comparing ships is infuriating Saratoga.

Saratoga got out of bed, crawled to the other side of Little White, carefully moved Little White between herself and Tirpitz, then lifted the corner of the blanket and snuggled up to him.

The blanket here is only half-covered, barely enough to cover half of Saratoga's body.

Saratoga glared fiercely at Tirpitz on the other side of the bed in the darkness, then sullenly leaned towards Xiaobai, gently wrapped her arms around his arm, lifted one leg slightly, and carefully mounted him.

Skin-to-skin contact is the most comfortable thing; even with only half a blanket covering her, Saratoga felt incredibly warm.

Saratoga breathed a sigh of relief; her golden fur, gleaming like dog hair, shone even brighter in the dim room.

Thanks to Totirpitz, Saratoga was finally able to get a little closer to Iniesta.

I wouldn't thank Tirpitz at all.

Saratoga blinked, suddenly looking tired.

These past few days, I've been working overtime every day, and even the most energetic ship girl is starting to feel a little tired.

"..." Saratoga gently rested her forehead on Xiaobai's shoulder, smelled the fragrance of the three girls mingling together in the quilt, closed her eyes, and slowly relaxed.

With everything in order, Saratoga lowered his guard.

In a hazy state, Saratoga felt that Whitey's body was like a large magnet, exerting a faint attraction on him.

Like a gentle, lingering black hole, blowing a soft, gentle breeze, like a large hand gently stroking Saratoga's face and chin.

Then, suddenly, he spread his five fingers wide, grabbed Saratoga's face, and pulled her hard before she could react.

Like falling into the abyss.

Saratoga felt the scenery around him change in an instant. The relatively warm little house suddenly became an endless green grassland with a clear blue sky, white clouds, and a cool breeze. Saratoga subconsciously shivered.

Then I realized I was floating in mid-air.

Only then did I realize that I couldn't fly either.

"Aa ...

"Pfft!" Saratoga propped herself up from the mud and sat up, looking around in confusion.

恩?

who am I?

where am I?

what's the situation?

Saratoga was stunned.

She was just lovingly cuddling Xiaobai a moment ago, how did she end up here the next second?

Fortunately, Saratoga's moment of confusion didn't last long. The next second, a series of loud explosions suddenly drew Saratoga's attention.

Not far from Saratoga, a girl with bloodshot eyes was chasing a herd of running cattle and sheep, carrying a long sword that kept spewing fire. As she ran, the raging flames from the flaming sword continued to spread all over her body.

"You beast, cease your rampage!"

"Monster ahead! You're surrounded!"

"Come on, let's have a one-on-one fight! I'm taking on ten of you today!"

"I'm so hyped in York!"

"Go for it!"

The girl cursed and yelled as she swung through the flames, unleashing a barrage of fire attacks with each strike and a continuous barrage of AoE attacks with her Wind Fury every round. Like a spinning top, she weaved through the fleeing monsters, having a wonderful time.

Saratoga stared at them, mouth agape.

Footsteps sounded behind Saratoga.

Saratoga turned around and saw a black-haired young woman in plate armor carrying a cane approaching her.

"Are you new here?" The dark-haired young woman asked Saratoga, holding her cane and sniffing at her.

"…………ah?"

"Hmm, looks like someone new here."

"…………ah?"

"Enough with the chit-chat! Here, take this staff. I have a lot of equipment here. We can pick and choose later." The black-haired young woman tossed Saratoga a large staff without another word. "See that idiot over there burning over there? That's our tank, currently in Berserk mode, a Berserker Warrior, letting loose. I'm a Priest, here to heal and cheer you guys on."

"…………ah?"

"In short, I'm level 10 now, and that idiot tank is level 8. We only farmed for an afternoon longer than you, so you can catch up in experience."

"…………ah?"

"Alright, the doors are welded shut, newbie, let's go!!!"

"Aaaaaaaahh ...

Chapter 832 Bismarck's favorability +1

Tirpitz is enjoying a nap.

There is a common misconception about homebodies: that they are people who love to sleep.

Tirpitz doesn't know about others, but she certainly doesn't.

As a high-quality otaku who doesn't need to work, gets money deposited into his bank account while staying at home, buys expensive figurines in shopping carts, and spends tens of thousands of dollars on flashy red-tipped items, changing his view of money, Tirpitz isn't a very sleepy person.

She is a very hardworking person.

—Don't laugh, I'm being serious.

With the constant stream of AAA titles from various manufacturers that supposedly offer bug-free gameplay, and the endless stream of updates and discounts on my computer that's practically turning the gaming platform into a collection of games, Tirpitz has to complete the main storyline, earn achievements, and collect trophies every day, just like clocking in for work. Twenty hours out of twenty-four are gone.

With things like new manga releases, new doujinshi by favorite authors, and sudden online feuds requiring onlookers, Tirpitz really doesn't have much time to sleep.

Being so busy with official duties, even Xiaobai's schedule wasn't as packed as Tirby's.

However, no matter how carefree Tirpitz is, she is still a ship girl. Sometimes, when the admiral wants to go out with her on expeditions to keep watch, Tirpitz can't refuse.

Anyway, it's no use if she refuses; Bismarck will carry her there and then punish her with a washboard afterwards.

I've been here for quite a while now. Recently, the handheld device hidden in my ship's equipment was exposed to Bismarck when I was capturing the Abyss. After it was all confiscated, Tirpitz's ship's equipment is now completely empty.

Who told my sister to be such a playboy?

At home, Bismarck didn't pay much attention to Tirpitz while playing games, but when going to war, if Bismarck saw Tirpitz doing something that could potentially affect her energy for the next day's battle, he would confiscate it without hesitation, showing no mercy whatsoever.

Tirpitz had no choice but to lie in his room and sleep for the time being.

and so.

Staying at home doesn't mean being a sleepy person. In fact, people who stay at home have very busy schedules. They have to grind for games every day, and they have all sorts of waifus waiting to be leveled up. Who would want to waste their precious time sleeping?

—Sleepy homebodies are all forced into it.

While Tirpitz was fast asleep, she felt someone pushing her. At first, she tried to pretend nothing had happened, but the force of the pushing grew stronger and stronger. Finally, Tirpitz suddenly felt a weight on her waist and felt that the person was riding on her and shaking her.

Tirbyz took a deep breath and opened his eyes.

It was very late. A bright moon and a dark sky could be seen from outside the window, and the noise of the ship girls in the courtyard had also disappeared.

Saratoga rode on Tirpitz, his golden fur gleaming in the moonlight.

“…What?” Tirpitz uttered two words.

"Take me under your wing, boss."

“…Oh.” Tirpitz shifted to the side, making room, and closed his eyes. “Lie down.”

Saratoga is starting to sway Tirpitz again.

"...Stop it! Don't hurt our friendship anymore."

“I didn’t mean I wanted to sleep with you,” Saratoga whispered to Tirpitz. “Take me to play games.”

"...Minesweeper or Spider Solitaire?"

"Not that one, the bigger game."

"Oh, it's a matching game."

"Slap! Slap! Slap!" Saratoga slapped Tirpitz's chest several times. "Give me your hand!"

"..."

In a hazy drowsiness, the waves of her breasts swayed in the wind.

Tirpitz felt he had truly lost to Saratoga.

Fortunately, although I have many flaws, I have a gentle personality and a great temper, and I don't have any bad temper when I get out of bed.

Otherwise, Saratoga might be unable to get out of bed tonight because Tirpitz is poking her with a cucumber.

Tirpitz finally closed his eyes and offered his hand, with an expression that said, "Here's your hand, do it yourself."

Saratoga finally quieted down.

Tirpitz felt Saratoga pull his hand to the little white creature beside him, pressing it against a soft, flat spot.

Tirpitz didn't pay much attention and continued sleeping.

In the hazy state of consciousness, the soul seemed to be slowly drawn in, and the consciousness was sucked into someone's mouth by darkness and gravity, savored on the tip of the tongue, and then slowly flowed into a bottomless black hole accompanied by warmth.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Tirpitz was awakened by a gentle breeze.

Then came a thunderous hoofbeat.

"Main tank, activate Berserk! If you don't, we're doomed! We've already wiped several times already!!" shouted the black-haired young woman holding a short staff.

"I can't hold on any longer! Heal! Heal!" In the distance, a small, burning fireman rolled around among a group of strange beasts whose bodies emanated a deep-sea black aura.

"I'm almost out of mana! If you don't activate Berserk mode, I won't be able to deal any damage, and I won't be able to heal you properly later on!"

"Help! I used up my Social Security Sword when I was engaging the monsters! It's still on cooldown! How come we haven't killed them after all this time?! Why are these monsters suddenly so strong? Are they cheating?!"

"Help! Didn't Sarah say she was going to call for reinforcements?! Why hasn't that expert who's proficient in the whole game logged on yet?!"

……

Tirpitz looked at the chaotic scene ahead and remained silent.

Another thud sounded behind him, and Tirpitz turned around to see Saratoga descending from the sky.

"Tirby... ugh!?"

As soon as Saratoga landed, she was about to speak when Tirpitz reached out and pinched her cheek, giving it a firm squeeze.

Instantly, Saratoga's pretty face was pinched into a ball.

"Does it hurt?" Tirpitz asked.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch!" Saratoga cried, her face contorted in pain.

Tirpitz released his grip and lowered his head in deep thought for a long while.

Tirpitz considered this problem very seriously.

Saratoga rubbed her cheeks while cautiously looking at Tirpitz.

Tirpitz slowly raised his head and looked at Saratoga.

After a long while, Tirpitz sighed, opened his mouth, and shrugged at Saratoga.

Tirpitz's gaze was deep.

"...What kind of tank is a Fury Warrior? Do you even have a two-handed sword? A hammer or axe will do too. Let me show you what a top-tier class is."

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

The next day, a ray of sunlight shone through the glass window and onto Xiaobai's face.

Xiao Bai's eyelashes trembled slightly, then her even breathing paused for a moment. She took a deep breath, and her whole body seemed to thaw and relax.

I haven't slept this well in ages...