Azur Lane, will there be constant gunfire after peace?

"...Let me clean your body."

Du Lin took out a brand new towel and wet it in the basin.

At this point, Durin also felt nervous. It was the first time he had done such a thing with Bismarck.

But Dühring did not lie, he really wanted to help Bismarck clean up.

After all, it’s not comfortable to hold onto sweat, and this also applies to ship girls.

But why did they have to use a towel to wipe him instead of letting Bismarck take a shower directly...that's a matter of opinion.

"Ah...what should I do?"

Bismarck looked confused and at a loss.

"First...raise your arms first."

Durin swallowed hard and motioned for Bismarck to raise his arms.

Bismarck hesitated for a moment after hearing this, but then he raised his arms slowly and shyly.

At this moment, the armpit that Du Lin had missed for a long time reappeared.

As expected, this is the hardest hit area for sweat accumulation.

The snow-white and tender armpit flesh becomes rosy and shiny under the high temperature.

Bismarck's armpits were already extremely perfect, and now there was something indescribable...protruding.

"Commander, is this... okay?"

Bismarck didn't dare to look Dühring in the eye and could only lower his head and ask shyly.

Du Lin came to his senses and nodded repeatedly. He tried hard to control his impulse and touched it with a towel.

The slightly cold towel touched the sensitive armpits, and Bismarck bit his lips and closed his eyes.

Volume 120: Chapter : Even comprehensive protection has loopholes

The combination of cold and heat created a feeling that Bismarck could hardly control.

Dühring held Bismarck's raised arm with one hand and gently wiped his steaming armpit with a wet towel in the other.

The warm sweat was wiped away, but the wet feeling that replaced it was even stronger.

The pink armpit flesh is like the soft meat in a clam, with an attractive luster under the water stains.

Delicious, absolutely delicious.

If I could just stick my arm around it and bite it gently... No, biting is too rough. What if I hurt Bismarck?

Well, it’s better to suck it up.

You can enjoy the delicious food without causing any harm to Bismarck.

It's just...that seems too perverted.

All kinds of thoughts flooded into Du Lin's mind. He was in a state of conflict between his conscience and his desires. The angels and demons in his mind were fighting fiercely.

One asked Du Lin to keep his conscience, while the other urged him to be himself.

With such a mixed feeling of conflict, Du Lin kept wiping.

"Well......"

A strange cry escaped from Bismarck's tightly closed red lips, despite her best efforts to restrain herself.

Her armpits were an extremely sensitive and tender area, and at this moment they were being invaded by the slightly rough, wet towel. The itchy and hot feeling was really unbearable.

Of course, what was more important was that the person who did these things was the commander she was thinking about.

Du Lin touched his most sensitive part with his own hands. The mental impact brought by this incident was even greater than the feedback from the touch itself.

"Commander, are you ready?"

Bismarck spoke with rapid breathing. If this continued, she would not be able to bear it anymore.

"Well, it's almost there."

Du Lin took away the towel reluctantly.

At this time, Bismarck's armpits were pink with red, which was slightly reddened due to friction. If you take a screenshot of Bismarck's armpits and add a filter to it, no one would suspect that it was Puxi who was dripping wet.

Terrible, this is the charm of the iron-blooded leader.

"Commander?"

Bismarck found that Durin was gradually approaching her armpit. The distance was so close that Bismarck could even feel the warm breath from Durin.

Bismarck had no idea what Dühring was going to do, but a strong sense of shame welled up in his heart.

"Don't be afraid, I'm just checking to see if it's clean."

"...Yes...Is that so?"

Bismarck breathed a sigh of relief, but she was a little puzzled.

Do I need to be so close to check?

However, in order to quickly end this shameful situation, Bismarck decided to help Dühring.

"Then...please finish reading it quickly."

Bismarck's left arm was still raised high, and his right hand was placed under his armpit, with his two slender fingers stretching open the folds of his armpit flesh.

Bismarck was very naive. She did this just to make it easier for Durin to inspect her. She had no idea how serious the consequences of this action would be.

She had no idea how seductive this action was.

There was a buzzing sound in Du Lin's mind, and in the end, the angel was defeated by the devil as expected.

I would feel guilty if I didn't do anything today.

"Bismarck, please forgive me."

"Commander, what are you doing...ah!"

Bismarck let out a very girlish cry that was completely inconsistent with her previous image.

The voice was gentle and mournful, as if it was wailing but also revealed joy.

All this happened because Du Lin sucked it up directly.

“Slurp…Slurp!!”

The small room was filled with sounds that seemed like noodles being slurped.

After an unknown amount of time, the satisfied Du Lin finally left, wiping his mouth and saying:

"thanks for treatment."

"Commander... Commander..." Bismarck crossed his arms, his face flushed as he glared at Durin.

Her eyes were so sharp that they could frighten those restless guys in Iron Blood, but this glare had no effect on Du Lin.

"Sorry, sorry..." Du Lin calmed down and apologized:

"I'm just making sure it's clean."

"Then...does that require using your tongue?!"

Bismarck felt everything clearly just now. Every inch of his armpit had been visited by Durin's tongue.

"Commander, this place... is very dirty..."

Even at this time, Bismarck still cared about Dühring.

Du Lin shook his head repeatedly and said firmly:

"To me, there is nothing dirty about Bismarck."

These words were so powerful that Bismarck's heart trembled.

Her anger and shame dissipated a lot at this moment.

"...Commander." Bismarck extended his hand to Durin:

"Give me the towel."

"Oh, let me do it." Du Lin approached shamelessly.

"...Please give me the towel."

Bismarck emphasized it again, and this time she narrowed her eyes slightly, seemingly smiling but without a trace of a smile.

"Yes."

Du Lin was startled and obediently handed the towel over with both hands.

It turns out that we should not go too far. It is better to be honest for now.

Bismarck snorted softly, took the towel and began to wipe the other armpit on his own.

As expected...if you do it yourself, there won't be any weird feelings.

Bismarck breathed a sigh of relief, having completed everything so neatly.

After wiping his armpits, Bismarck felt a little cooler. However, due to Durin's actions just now, Bismarck's coolness was very limited.

and......

"Well."

Bismarck subconsciously tugged at the front of his collar.

Unlike ordinary cloth, the material of Bismarck's uniform is closer to leather.

While it is strong, its breathability is a little poor.

Fortunately, there are windows on the left and right sides, so when you pull the front of the clothes, you can use the gaps on both sides to dissipate heat slightly.

But this...is not enough.

"Commander." Bismarck said with a red face:

"Please leave for a moment. I... want to wipe my body."

Durin looked at Bismarck thoughtfully, and finally his eyes stopped on the pulled front of his clothes.

"I see......"

Du Lin understood and smiled.

"What...what are you thinking about?"

Bismarck suddenly became alert because Durin's smile was so gentle at this moment.

"Bismarck..." Du Lin said softly:

"As the commander, it is my duty to serve you..."

"Just leave it to me."

"but......"

"Nothing but..." Du Lin said seriously:

"Are you stalling for time? Finish this and get back to work."

Work......

Bismarck was stunned when he heard this.

That’s right, she is now still serving as a secretary ship and must assume the responsibilities of a secretary ship.

"I...I understand."

Bismarck was prepared. In terms of efficiency, with Dühring's help, things would certainly be faster.

Du Lin wet the towel again, he came behind Bismarck, and reached his two invisible big hands into the gap between her breasts with slightly trembling hands.

"Alas!"