The time-based admiral of KanColle

After clearly understanding the basic ecology of this ship girl port area, the graceful Clemenceau also smiled somewhat unhandsomely as he lifted up his chin, his plump lips slightly pursed into a subtle smile.

“Oh no, why are you, a new guy, sitting here as if it’s your turn!?”

Seeing that Clemenceau, a Vichy church ship girl, was also forcing herself to join in the fun, Queen Elizabeth, who was aggressive towards all the monsters, naturally accused her without hesitation: "Do Richelieu and Jean Bart know that you are coming here?"

"And your court robe is too shameless! It's so thin that it's almost see-through. I can even see your belly line and outline! You're not wearing anything under that hollow fishtail skirt!"

At this point, Queen Elizabeth, with her face flushed red, couldn't help but point at Clemenceau.

After all, it is well known that there are two kinds of ship women in the port area, one is the ship woman who wears something inside, and the other is the ship woman who wears nothing inside. Although the silly white queen is a bit willful, she at least has the most basic common sense of shipbuilding!

But since some time ago, the ship girls in the port area have become less and less fond of wearing such close-fitting clothes. After losing their inner restraints, the hoods of each of them suddenly swelled up into terrifying appearances, which made her feel particularly unhappy!

And the Clemenceau in front of him was just like Sirius and the others. He just covered it with a cloth. Wasn't he afraid of the friction inside?

"Please calm down, Your Majesty."

Seeing that her Majesty the Queen's little self-esteem was pricked again, the calm Belfast came from behind with a smile and then comforted Elizabeth.

"Haha, after all, the unknown intelligence is always unbearable for ship girls like Ms. Clemenceau. She probably just wants to grasp the actual situation in the port area."

After that, Belfast smiled and turned to Clemenceau gracefully, saying jokingly, "Because you will feel uneasy when you come to a completely unfamiliar port area, right, Ms. Clemenceau~?"

"Oh? So you're also a marriage ship?"

Facing the temptation from the head maid, Clemenceau was slightly stunned and couldn't help but smile and said, "You are obviously dressed as a maid, but now you are here watching your master busy with housework?"

"Haha, so-called maids also have holidays."

Ignoring Clemenceau's teasing, Belfast then put her slender white silk hand on her chest and responded softly: "And I am now waiting for my husband's lunch as a wedding ship, what about you?"

"Hehe, if you are interested, Ms. Clemenceau, I can open the door for you in the middle of the night."

Appreciating the probing methods of Clemenceau and Belfast, Atago could not help but whisper to Clemenceau, "There is a huge bedroom on the top floor of the Admiral's Mansion. The exclusive love bed inside is so big that ten ship girls can lie on it without feeling crowded. You can guess what it is used for.

Facing Atago's tireless dog-selling husband, Clemenceau, dressed in a black and gold court dress, lowered her eyes. While hiding her emotions, she looked like an icy beauty whose thoughts no one could guess.

Obviously, the wedding ship girls in this port area can be roughly divided into two types.

One type is the wedding ship like Belfast, which is keen on fighting for its own voice. As for the other type...

Thinking of this, Clemenceau leisurely looked at the other end of the long dining table, where Bismarck and Enterprise were sitting with Liangyue and the others who were playing non-stop.

Enterprise and Bismarck, who couldn't even make a joke and seemed out of place with Atago and the others, somehow comforted Clemenceau.

After all, the existence of Qiye and the others made her realize that there were at least normal ships in this port area.

Otherwise, if the entire Hong Kong area is filled with guys like Befa, her future situation in the Hong Kong area will probably be very difficult.

Just as Clemenceau was secretly analyzing the status, relationship, and style of doing things between Bismarck and the others, a leisurely and floating voice suddenly sounded from behind.

"Ms. Clemenceau, I'm telling you in secret, my Rome is now asking me where I went."

The silver-gray wavy hair was filled with a graceful aura. The gentle-looking Veneto wore a simple smile, and then he clasped his hands together towards Clemenceau and asked for help, "So please."

"Miss Clemenceau, could you please tell Rome that I am now cordially entertaining my new colleague from the port area and will be responsible for showing you around?"

After saying this, Veneto, who had no guilt about deceiving his sister, handed the communication watch in his hand to Clemenceau with a little anticipation and enthusiasm.

Well, the moral standards of this port area seem to be quite regrettable.

Seeing that the flagship of the Sardinian Empire could do such a shameless thing without any concealment, Clemenceau noticed that the surrounding ships such as the Chang Meng were calm and not surprised, and he immediately realized the darkness of the port area!

Then the most basic research conclusion is already very obvious, this port area is not a serious type at all!

Just as Clemenceau was making his judgment, a plate of steaming lobster lasagna was suddenly handed over from behind and placed in front of him.

Then, Yaxu, who brought a cup of hot water, whispered from behind Clemenceau in a vague tone: "Ahem, Clemenceau, you can talk more with Bismarck and Enterprise if you have nothing to do."

"Oh my, Commander, what do you mean by this?"

Seeing that Yaxu seemed to have noticed that she was secretly observing the ecology of the port area, Clemenceau, who was smiling but not saying anything, could not help but look at Yaxu behind him leisurely, and then asked curiously: "I wonder which marriage ship here is your favorite type."

It turns out that new ship girls like to ask the commander complex questions.

Knowing that Clemenceau was the kind of smart older sister who was not easy to fool, Yaxu, who was in a delicate mood, suddenly hugged Xuefeng, who was arguing with Shiyu not far away about whether fish or meat was more delicious.

Then, Yaxu placed the confused Lord Xuefeng in Clemenceau's arms.

In response to this, although he didn't understand why, Lord Xuefeng still nodded with full energy.

"Nanoda!"

"..."

Nanoda was standing in the snowy wind, and Clemenceau instinctively pondered the deep meaning of it and lowered his head, falling into deep thought.

However, after a long consideration, Clemenceau realized belatedly that Yaxu was simply fooling her.

So, the commander is sending her away now?

Seeing that his attention was diverted by the commander in such an inexplicable way, Clemenceau couldn't help but reveal a playful smile.

It was obvious that her commander seemed to be very experienced with a ship girl like her who liked to think carefully.

Just when Clemenceau couldn't help but smile at himself, Yaxu, who was relieved, served fried chicken nuggets and other food that the little ship girls liked to eat to Shigure and the others one by one.

That's right! This is the commander's secret technique. Whenever a cute little ship girl is suddenly and inexplicably stuffed into the arms of a smart big sister, Amagi and the others can't help but want to think deeply about their commander's intentions.

But in fact, he didn't think about anything. He just hoped that Clemenceau and the others would be like simple little ship girls and not ask any questions.

So, after enjoying the meal that was rarely prepared by their commander himself, Liangyue and the others, who had not rested for almost two days, naturally fell asleep and began to nod their heads up and down.

But unlike the innocent animal-eared girls like Yudachi and the others, Chang Meng, whose face became increasingly red as time went on, slowly closed her calves under her red dress and turned to look eagerly at Bismarck and the others.

"Um, are you all planning to sleep with the commander?"

"Wow, Lord Chang Meng, I didn't expect you to continue pretending to be a cute fox here after all this?"

Seeing that Nagato could still pretend to be reserved and say such words, for some reason, Atago, who was shaking her head, couldn't help but admire her own flagship.

Chapter 1803 Commander's Bed is the Warmest

In the admiral's bedroom with warm lighting.

In the fairy-tale-like bedroom, the commander's voice, which was deliberately slowed down, slowly sounded.

"So in the end, the Princess of Dog Planet and the Prince of Meat Planet lived happily together."

"Zzzz..."

Facing the sound of Yaxu holding a storybook beside the bed, Yuli, who was sleeping with his face raised like a dog, soon revealed the cute and innocent look of a husky, and fell asleep with his belly spread out.

Looking at Yuli who liked to kick off the quilt for no reason, Yaxu beside him hurriedly pulled up the thick quilt for Yuli.

"Wufufu, Yuudachi can't eat anymore, Commander."

The silver-gray eyebrows matched with Yudachi's realistic expression. After closing the storybook, Yaxu looked towards Yudachi, where Fubuki and the others had fallen asleep one after another, forming a warm doghouse.

Yes, just like many people like to play some slow and gentle videos before going to bed, as long as the commander deliberately speaks in a gentle voice, innocent little ship girls like Fubuki and the others will of course fall into a drowsy sleep in a short while.

Very good! This way, Liangyue and the others won't be eager to sleep with Changmeng and the others!

Thinking of this, although Yaxu really wanted to say this, Shiyu and Fengyun were still buried in the quilt, with their cute faces exposed, staring straight at Yaxu, and they didn't look like they were about to fall asleep.

Seeing this, Yaxu, who was in a delicate mood, couldn't help but tentatively reach out to close Shiyu and the others' eyes, but the next second, Shiyu and the others immediately opened their eyes again and whispered with trembling animal ears: "Commander, let's go to sleep with Lord Nagato and the others."

"Cough cough."

Seeing that Fengyun and the others just wanted to join in the fun, Yaxu rubbed his forehead and couldn't help but glance at Shiyu's left side again.

At this moment, the great Lord Xuefeng was curled up, hugging Liangyue beside him tightly, and occasionally nibbling Liangyue's ink-stained, slightly bulging face like a hamster.

"Ununu! Putai, run away, don't worry about me..."

Regardless of what kind of rat nightmare Liangyue, who was sweating profusely, was having at the moment, Xuefeng, who had overdrawn his energy on the attackers, had fallen into a drowsy sleep a long time ago, and did not forget to hug the nest like a kitten out of habit.

In fact, according to common sense, cats and dogs should be incompatible, but for some reason, compared to Yangyan and the others, Yukikaze prefers to hold Yudachi and the others to sleep when she has nothing to do.

"Anyway, Fengyun and Shiyu, you should go to bed early too."

Just when Yaxu was trying to fool Shiyu by rubbing the dog's chin, Fengyun, who seemed much quieter, slightly propped himself up from the quilt.

With her gray hair and bird-wing-like animal ears, the petite Fengyun kicked her black and orange sailor socks, lifted a corner of the quilt, and said softly to Yaxu outside, "Let's sleep together, Commander."

That's right! As a fat chick, no, a northern long-tailed titmouse, Fengyun is not satisfied with just a small pillow like Xuefeng. She wants a big pillow commander that can wrap her up completely.

However, facing Fengyun's little expectation, Yaxu turned his eyes away with sweat on his forehead.

This is a problem. After all, if he goes in, he will definitely fall asleep!

But what he really wanted now was to let time slip away into sleep, to rest peacefully with everyone in Minato.

Just when Yaxu was struggling with how to coax Fengyun over, Shigure, who was laughing, made a dog paw gesture to Yaxu with a cheerful look on his face, and enthusiastically suggested: "I've already said that we should also go with Lord Nagato."

"Even if it's just for a look, you know that Shigure-sama is very worried about Nagato-sama's safety!"

After listening to Shi Yu's somewhat lame excuse, Ya Xu silently pulled up the quilt to cover Shi Yu completely.

After all, Lady Chang Meng doesn't need Shi Yu to worry about her. Besides, when necessary, Lady Chang Meng will bury her head in the pile of tails and act like an ostrich fox (fog).

Seeing this, Fengyun, who knew that Yaxu was not going to play with them, couldn't help but add to Yaxu with a bit of disappointment: "Really? What a pity, Commander."

"As long as I'm with the Commander, Fengyun feels very happy. Commander, you are the best friend I have ever made, so Fengyun wants to go over and protect you."

Fengyun, what can you do to protect him? Add an extra piece of lettuce to his sandwich?

Feeling Fengyun's little kindness, although Yaxu really wanted to thank him for his kindness, he still covered Fengyun up realistically.

So soon, Yaxu walked out of the room and bumped into Clemenceau who was waiting outside.

"Well? Aren't you going to rest early, Clemenceau?"

Seeing that Clemenceau had been following him, Yaxu couldn't help but ask delicately, "So, do you have something to tell me secretly?"

"No, I just want to see the world. Do you mind if I watch from the side?"

Clemenceau tapped the thin black silk glove on her plump lips, then smiled and said nothing. He then slowly moved closer to Yaxu and assured her in a considerate manner, "Don't worry, I just want to listen to your foreplay and small talk."

"If necessary, I will step back and help you lock the door."

"Really? Then let's go together."

Faced with Clemenceau, who seemed to have no qualms about his schemes and whose true thoughts were difficult to guess, Yaxu paused for a moment and then very open-mindedly let Clemenceau follow him.

"Ah la la, Mr. Ya Xu, why don't you just fool me like you did with those little guys?"

Seeing that Yaxu agreed so easily, Clemenceau was surprised and couldn't help but tilt his head to look at Yaxu's profile.

"Because I believe in your psychological qualities, Ms. Clemenceau."

Yaxu patted Clemenceau's soft shoulders, feeling the texture of the black and gold court robe that seemed to be able to be torn off with a slight pull, and then said meaningfully: "I never worry about a big sister like you."

Having said that, Yaxu, with a slightly emotional look on his face, just walked forward on his own.

There is no way. After all, the commander's image will eventually be exposed to the new ship girls like Clemenceau. In this case, he might as well not hide it from the beginning, so that he can save some trouble (sad).

After a while——

When the scent of incense wafted in his face, Clemenceau followed his commander into a space that looked ambiguous.

Facing the custom-made round bed that seemed to be endless, Clemenceau seemed to be lost in thought, and then he noticed that Bismarck and the others, who had different temperaments, seemed to be doing their own things.

"Hmm?"

Seeing that Clemenceau, the new ship woman, had the nerve to join in the fun at the wedding ship, Queen Elizabeth, who was drinking hot milk and dreaming of becoming bigger, couldn't help but puff up her cheeks.

But in fact, as a fellow ship girl, she can actually understand Clemenceau's intentions.

Because everyone knows that in this extremely cold and dark port area, only the commander's bed is the warmest place!

But unfortunately, this has nothing to do with her! Clemenceau, get out of here!

While Queen Elizabeth was preparing to catch the ship, Atago, who was still steaming hot after taking a bath, twisted her seductive figure under her bathrobe, and enthusiastically took out her little notebook to interview the entrepreneurs who were reading magazines one by one.

"By the way, what's everyone's favorite position?"

Hearing Atago's presumptuous question without any sense of distance, Enterprise and Bismarck tacitly pretended not to hear it, and instead took the opportunity to do the Sudoku puzzle included in the Nature magazine.

But on the other side, Veneto, who was wearing a facial mask, raised his hands and said naturally: "I like to lie down."

"Hmm, what about you, Nagato-sama?"

"fox?"

Seeing that Atago had no reason to cause trouble for her, Chang Meng quickly buried herself in the quilt, ready to wait for the commander to come in before sticking her fox head out.

"Ah, this is really a subtle atmosphere."