The time-based admiral of KanColle

"Warm tea parties and banquets will only bore her. Royal elegance and your elegant manners will not please her."

"That is why I proposed to you, Richelieu, to play a trick on Jean Bart."

After saying that, Yaxu quickly began to prepare the ultimate prank chili sauce that he learned from Saratoga.

By the way, Yaxu also continued to comfort the stunned Richelieu: "Don't worry, I have been a commander for so long, I can still tell what each ship girl really hates."

"And every ship girl has her own style. If you, Richelieu, really want to reconcile with Jean Bart, then at least... you have to adapt to your sister's habits a little bit."

Listening to Yaxu's gentle words, Richelieu couldn't help but recall the scene when he and Jean Bart and others set sail on a commission not long ago.

While speeding on the sea, when they encountered the Siren, she and the ship girls of Liberty Iris began to pray before the battle as usual, while Jean Bart, with an impatient look on his face, quickly led the people of the Vichy Church to eliminate the enemy before them.

【Stop your useless prayers, sister! 】

Recalling the disgusted expression Jean Bart showed her, Richelieu couldn't help feeling a little lonely.

It seems that just as the commander said, although she said she wanted to reconcile with Jean Bart, she never understood Jean Bart's pirate style.

The elegant Miss Saint and the rude Miss Pirate really don't look like sisters.

With her beautiful eyelashes fluttering, Richelieu watched Yaxu's busy back for a while, then quickly put on a light pink apron and walked to the kitchen stove with Yaxu.

"Richelieu?"

Seeing Richelieu slowly taking off his silky golden sleeves and beginning to help him knead the flour in an awkward manner, Yaxu soon felt surprised.

After all, in this case, Richelieu would be his accomplice, and Jean Bart might really have a reason to punch his sister.

"Okay Richelieu, now we are accomplices, and I don't intend to let you back out halfway."

Hearing Yaxu's teasing words, Richelieu, with a slightly red cheek, gently touched Yaxu with his elbow, and then said playfully: "Commander, if Jean Bart rushes towards me with her fists waving, you have to help me stop her~?"

"Ahem, Sister Richelieu, you really love to joke around. Isn't it your duty as a ship girl to protect the commander? So I will hide behind you when the time comes (forced)."

"I really can't argue with you, Commander."

Hearing Yaxu's deliberate teasing words, Richelieu smiled slightly and no longer hesitated. Instead, with a gentle smile, she and Yaxu prepared the Saratoga brand super spicy takoyaki together.

While Richelieu was busy, Yaxu took the opportunity to admire Richelieu's graceful and beautiful body.

The red and white papal robe with an iris-like temperament, paired with a fluffy white pleated skirt, perfectly sets off Richelieu's elegant temperament.

Especially the orange-red over-the-knee socks. I'm afraid in the port area, only Richelieu wearing the papal robe can pull off stockings of this color combination.

Sure enough, only in the sacred and luxurious church can the charm of Richelieu's bishop's daughter be highlighted!

However, even though Richelieu was a noble cardinal, he was essentially just a gentle sister who was worried about her younger sister.

Chapter 931 White Eagle Sister is Still Cool

White Eagle Dormitory Area——

In winter, since there is a lot of snow accumulated everywhere in the open spaces of the port area, the White Eagle sisters now prefer to do sports indoors.

At this moment, in the empty and warm White Eagle Gymnasium, some young and beautiful White Eagle sisters were walking on the smooth maple floor, happily playing tennis.

However, for some reason, among these White Eagle ship girls, there was a ship girl wearing a handsome pirate costume.

"Haha, it turns out that you White Eagle Ship Girls all have very good motor nerves."

Jean Bart, with her neat flaxen ponytail in her hand and her body tense, was playing tennis while looking at Baltimore across the street with admiration.

Facing Jean Bart's praise, Baltimore, who was wearing a slimming tennis suit, couldn't help but joked to Jean Bart, who had come to play with them at White Eagle, "How about this? The commander will be staying at the Iris Church for the next few days. Aren't you going back to greet him?"

"I don't want to go to my sister's place, and Dunkirk and the others are already there."

Jean Bart hit the tennis ball towards Baltimore again and again. With her beautiful eyes slightly frowned, she added: "Because I don't have the time to drink tea and go shopping with Dunkirk and Algeria, so I might as well play with you here."

Just as Baltimore and Jean Bart were hitting the ball faster and faster, Bremerton suddenly waved his arm and reminded them, "Sister, take a break. Helena is bringing cookies and drinks."

"Is it already this time?"

Looking at the people sitting on the benches behind him, Baltimore gently put his hands on his waist, turned around and blinked his bright yellow eyes at Jean Bart, and said enthusiastically: "Miss Jean Bart, you should come too. Although it may not be as good as your Dunkirk, Helena's snacks are full of our White Eagle flavor."

"Well, excuse me."

Jean Bart, who was straightforward by nature and had no intention of refusing Baltimore's request, nodded slightly and walked to the rest area not far away.

"Oh, Jean Bart, you haven't gone home yet?"

Noticing that Jean Bart was still in the gymnasium, Washington could not help but lift his thighs in beautiful boots, lifted his cheeks playfully, and teased Jean Bart: "Don't you really want to go to the Iris Church to find Richelieu?"

"Humph, I'm not going there!"

A hint of displeasure flashed across his clear red eyes. After taking the sports drink from Washington, Jean Bart sneered and sat down next to Washington. "My stupid sister only knows how to recite some boring prayers all day long, or she holds the Bible and stares at me with pitiful eyes."

"Why are there always fools praying to something that will never be answered?"

Looking at Jean Bart who was complaining about Richelieu again, Georgia, who was eating cookies next to him, leaned forward and patted Jean Bart's shoulders with a smile: "Well, you are sister ships after all, so get along with each other as soon as possible."

Since the conflict between Jean Bart and Richelieu involved the split of the two camps, the entire port area was aware of this pair of quarreling sisters.

Of course, as colleagues in the same port area, they still hope that Jean Bart can reconcile with Richelieu as soon as possible.

"Forget it. After all, I am completely different from Richelieu."

"I think I can understand how you feel, Jean Bart. This feeling of having a completely different personality and hobbies from your sister."

Listening to Jean Bart's complaints, Washington couldn't help but use his jade fingers to twirl his short silver hair, then he lifted his chest and shrugged his shoulders helplessly: "North Carolina always likes to teach me to restrain my mafia boss's style, and she often goes to the Royal Quarters to have tea with King George V of England and others."

At this point, Washington couldn't help but sigh again.

Because North Carolina has blonde hair and blue eyes, she has the illusion that her sister is a Royal Navy ship girl.

"Sisters are all very cute. Your reaction is too exaggerated."

Listening to the exchange between Jean Bart and Washington, Cleveland, with a sunny face, could not help but look at Jean Bart and added meaningfully: "Because no matter what happens, you and Richelieu are sister ships, right?"

"So there shouldn't be conflicts between sisters, right, Helena?"

"Well, but recently Sister St. Louis has been saying "Oh, my daughter has grown up" while pretending to sigh. It's really bullying..."

Pursing her cherry pink lips, Helena glanced at Cleveland with some resentment. After all, a big sister who was admired by her younger sisters all day long would certainly not have any worries between sisters.

"Hehe~ We have a pretty good relationship, right, Miss Baltimore~?"

Looking at Helena and the others who all had their own troubles, Bremerton stuck out his little pink tongue and immediately leaned close to Baltimore, then smiled and lifted up the sports shirt that Baltimore was wearing.

Then, Bremerton ran his hand across the white suspender sports bra underneath, directing everyone's attention to Baltimore's exposed belly.

Under the delicate and tight perfect curves, a black rose-shaped tattoo can be clearly seen on the flank and collarbone.

"Look, the tattoo that Big Sister put on looks very tempting, right? This is the Commander's "trap" that she and I researched together!"

"Bremerton!"

Looking at Bremerton who was teasing him, Baltimore, with blushing cheeks, quickly snatched back the sports shirt and hastily used it to cover himself.

Even though the effect is created with tattoo stickers, I still can't help but feel shy when others see it.

Seeing this, Cleveland, as a close friend, immediately patted Baltimore's shoulders happily and said firmly: "Baltimore, I guarantee in the name of the marriage ship that the commander will definitely like it when he sees it. Although he won't say it, he will definitely want to bury his face in yours and lick it!"

"Wow~ Cleveland, can you tease the commander like this while he's away?"

"No, don't tell him (guilty)."

Faced with the strange looks around him, Cleveland blushed and scratched his cheek, turning his head to look to the side.

Similarly, Helena, who closed her legs, also showed a gentle smile and said in agreement, "Cleveland is right. The commander actually likes these little fun things."

"See, big sister, I told you the commander would like these."

Letting her pink ponytails fall between her breasts, Bremerton couldn't help but poke Baltimore's tight legs that were often exercised, and encouraged her: "Although I like being everyone's confidant big sister, I don't want to deal with your love troubles, big sister Baltimore."

Witnessing the gossip scene of the White Eagle in front of him, Jean Bart, who was holding a biscuit in his mouth, couldn't help but turn his head to ask Washington: "Does she... also like the commander?"

"Rather than saying I'm in love with her, it's more like I've really made up my mind and want to take the initiative."

"Well, as a ship girl who has known the commander for so long, it shouldn't be strange for me to have such thoughts (blushing)."

Facing Washington and the others' playful gazes, Baltimore couldn't help but smile slightly, and thoughtfully stroked the area where the tattoo was pasted.

As the first White Eagle ship girl to become a commander ship girl, although she has no confidence in her femininity, she can't help but feel a little envious of Cleveland's life, especially after the commander disappeared, this feeling became even stronger.

Especially when she was helping Yaxu press his body in the White Eagle Gym and smelling the commander's scent at close range, it had become a different kind of "torture" for her.

In that case, why not take the initiative and give it a try!

"Anyway, it's not my style to keep denying my feelings, so I want to try and see if I can..."

Just as Baltimore straightened his perfect athletic body and tried his best to confess his feelings in front of Jean Bart and the others, Yaxu appeared out of nowhere with Richelieu holding a large plate of takoyaki.

"Can it be anything?"

"Uwaaaaa! Commander? When did you show up!!!"

Hearing Yaxu's confused tone, Baltimore stood up nervously in an instant, and then hid behind Bremerton in panic.

Miss Baltimore, where did your courage go?

In this regard, Bremerton felt helpless and had to let Baltimore take refuge behind her.

After all, it's really hard to express your love at the last minute.

“Is this takoyaki?”

Seeing Baltimore's embarrassment, the gentle Helena quickly changed the subject and asked Yaxu softly and intimately, "Commander, did you come here specially to bring us takoyaki?"

"That's right, let's eat together."

Yaxu looked at Cleveland and the others who were resting and chatting together, and quickly pretended to be calm. He smiled at Jean Bart who was staring at Richelieu and said, "Jean Bart, come and try it. This is the takoyaki that your sister and I made together."

"Hmph~ Are you involved too?"

Looking at Richelieu, who seemed a little guilty for some reason as he held up her breasts with one hand, Jean Bart turned his head and originally wanted to coldly reject this gesture of goodwill, but for the sake of the commander's face, he still stretched out his slender hand.

"Commander, which takoyaki did you make?"

“This is all of them.”

After realizing that Jean Bart wanted to avoid the takoyaki made by Richelieu, Yaxu deliberately pointed to some takoyaki with chili sauce.

"Then I'll start~?"

However, before Jean Bart could make a move, the carefree Clevelands immediately gathered around and quickly reached out to the takoyaki with toothpicks stuck in them.

Of course, out of some little thoughts among the ship girls, Cleveland and the others all reached out for the takoyaki made by Yaxu.

In response to this, Richelieu, who was participating in a prank for the first time, couldn't help but flash his pink eyes and nervously grabbed Yaxu's clothes with his hands.

Seeing this, Yaxu was not panicked at all.

You know, it wasn't just spanking her little butt that kept him on par with Saratoga in the prank contest.

Time stop!!!

In an instant, the laughing Bremerton and the others froze in place, and Yaxu took the opportunity to change the direction of the takoyaki.

Looking at Yaxu's skillful movements, Richelieu couldn't help but lift his hair and asked Yaxu in a complicated way: "Um, Commander, do you often do this kind of thing..."

There was no way around it, because even after Saratoga became a wedding ship, she was still very keen on playing with him, which gave him a lot of strange and bizarre knowledge of pranks.

"Ahem, I really look a little embarrassing now, don't I?"

Looking at Yaxu who didn't care about the commander's face at all and did such a childish thing, Richelieu couldn't help but smile and shook his head, saying in a gentle voice: "No, I'm just feeling that you, the commander, also have a lovely side."

"Yeah."

Listening to Richelieu's flattery, Yaxu said nothing more, but quickly lifted the time stop, allowing Jean Bart to eat the takoyaki with chili sauce alone.

"Well, you are worthy of being the commander."

After gently putting the small takoyaki into their mouths, Washington and the others quickly began to immerse themselves in the satisfaction of being able to taste the commander's craftsmanship.

However, Jean Bart's expression froze and he suddenly frowned his beautiful eyes. Then he inevitably started coughing, and his handsome and fair face was forced to flush.

Immediately, Jean Bart realized that there was something wrong with the takoyaki he was eating, so he quickly looked at Yaxu, frowned and asked: "Commander, this takoyaki..."

"Yes, I added chili sauce to the one you ate!"

"..."

Looking at Yaxu who answered her seriously, Jean Bart was stunned for a moment and then quickly clenched his fists, a little smile gradually appeared on his face: "Really? It seems that you are here to play a trick on me. Don't regret it later, Commander~?"

After saying that, Jean Bart, with a slight smile on his face, quickly stepped forward with his legs in hot shorts, and without hesitation, pushed down Yaxu in front of him, then wrapped his arms with his white thighs and pinned him to the floor.

"Since you have the courage to play a prank on me, you should have no complaints even if you are counterattacked, Commander!"