I'm in the azure sky, and I have an anti-fraud app.

"Your position as leader of this faction is really easy." Li Wei glanced at Veneto, his gaze finding the scenery he wanted to see through her clothes.

Veneto not only didn't refuse, but instead showed off even more generously, letting Li Wei see it all.

"Who would you like to speak with first, Commander?" Veneto winked at Levi. "The ship girls are all ready and waiting for your name."

Li Wei was both amused and exasperated: "Why do you make it sound like I'm some kind of monster?"

Veneto stood up: "Isn't this the commander's duty? If the commander really doesn't know how to choose, would you like to hear my recommendation?"

"Okay, go ahead."

Veneto walked over to Levi, pulled the commander's head into her arms, and kissed his ear: "I recommend Josué Carducci, this literary young woman... perhaps she'll offer the commander a different kind of experience~"

Li Wei's finger traced over the name: "In that case, then... Josue Carducci."

……

In the ballroom next to the Sardinian Baths, Li Wei met this ship girl who claimed to be a literary girl.

Carducci stood in the dimly lit corner, dressed in an elegant and gorgeous outfit. Her white dress was as light as a poem, adorned with a green shawl and red ribbons, and her golden twin ponytails swayed gently in the breeze.

She held a yellowed scroll in her hand, exuding a cool and noble air, as if she were a muse who had stepped out of a Renaissance painting.

However, a closer look reveals that the girl's core capsule can be vaguely seen beneath her white dress. With Carducci's movements, he directly exposes his secret.

What a daring ship girl!

Carducci's gaze met the commander's. In stark contrast to her demure demeanor, a hint of playfulness and passion flashed in the girl's eyes, as if an unbridled enthusiasm was surging within her.

"commander,"

Carducci's voice was as clear as spring water, yet it also carried a distinct hint of allure.

"Welcome to my little world. Are you interested in the art history of Sardinia? You might find it a bit dry—but I have another way to ignite your interest."

"of course."

Following Carducci's instructions, Levi sat on the sofa to see what kind of performance the young girl would give him.

Carducci approached gracefully, her skirt tracing a beautiful arc on the floor. She sat down opposite him, her long, white legs almost completely pressed against him, allowing him to fully feel the touch of her white silk.

The girl opened the book and began to speak: "The Sardinian Renaissance was filled with the ultimate pursuit of beauty—Leonardo da Vinci, Michelangelo… Their works contain a hidden pursuit of beauty. What do you think, Commander?"

Just as Li Wei was about to answer, he suddenly felt a soft, slightly cool touch coming from the muzzle of the main gun. He looked down and saw that Carducci had silently extended her white-stockinged legs and gently pressed them against his main gun.

The girl rested her chin on her hand, a smile on her face: "Everyone's definition of beauty is different, and everyone has their own unique description. So, for the Commander, what is beauty in your heart...?"

The stockings, smooth as water, clung tightly to the main gun, making final preparations for its operation and firing.

On the surface, Carducci continued nonchalantly: "Renaissance art often elevates physical beauty to a sacred level... For example, the curves of a jailer can also be part of art."

Carducci's milk ice cream deftly pierced the main cannon's only cover, its silky texture making Levi's breathing quicken.

Carducci tilted his head slightly, a meaningful smile playing on his lips. The jailer slowly slid up and down, the softness and tightness of the white silk precisely stimulating the main gun's ammunition magazine.

Li Wei gripped the edge of the seat tightly with both hands, trying to remain calm, but Carducci's movements became increasingly bold, the texture of the stockings sparking against the muzzle of his cannon.

“Commander,” she whispered, “do you think my milk ice cream is… artistic enough?”

Whether milk ice cream is artistic enough, Li Wei doesn't know; he only knows that he seems to have been easily disarmed by the literary girl in front of him.

Carducci smiled slightly and turned the chair she was sitting in so that Levi could clearly see her next move.

She slowly slipped into the small leather shoes beside her, the heels tapping lightly on the ground, letting the ammunition spill out of the shoes, carrying a unique allure.

“Commander, this is just the prelude,” she said softly, rising and walking to the center of the ballroom. “The real show is just beginning.”

"Please give me a minute to show you another side of myself and let you fully understand me."

The lights dimmed, and a minute later, the music started playing.

Carducci changed into an Eggie dancer's costume and moved across the stage like a poem.

"Commander, don't you think... this is quite different from what I remembered?"

Li Wei clapped his hands: "It's more than just big, I would believe it if you said they were two completely different ship girls."

Carducci approached the commander with light, dancing steps, his breath hot against his ear.

"So, Commander, do you prefer the previous literary girl, or the current dancer?"

Li Wei watched as the girl willingly sat in his lap, her arms wrapped around his neck, her skirt spreading out like flower petals across the ground, and uttered the standard answer:

"I like you both. Whether you were the literary girl before or the dancer now, it's all you, and I like you both."

"Hehe, Commander, you really know how to make girls happy. You must have won over quite a few girls by now, right?"

Carducci knelt before the commander, reading intently as if he were looking at a book, exchanging his understanding of beauty and poetry with the commander.

"What would you think if I said that I was the one who was passive... just like now?"

Her eyes, visible behind the veil, shone like starlight. She lowered her head and approached the commander's main gun, breathing gently through the veil. The warmth seeped through the thin fabric onto the gun, forcing Levi to tilt his head back to inspect it.

"Of course I trust the Commander. For example, right now, I want to thoroughly examine the Commander's main gun and give it a complete overhaul!"

Carducci chuckled, no longer content with merely breathing on it. She cleaned the muzzle of the main cannon through her veil, as if all the heat in the air had gathered there.

Li Wei watched as the veil transformed from a smooth, flat surface to outline the curve of Carducci's red lips.

"Commander, the maintenance work will now officially begin. Please bear with us..."

She slowly leaned down and gently kissed his main gun through her veil. Li Wei stroked her long hair, watching the veil slide slightly with her movement, revealing her slightly parted red lips.

"Who taught you to do this?" Li Wei realized that his defenses were useless against such an attack. "Why are you so skilled at it?"

“Heh…” Carducci swallowed the ammunition in her mouth: “Commander, as a ship girl, isn’t it only right that we make some preparations in advance? For example…”

"Find the faction leader and ask him carefully about the commander's hobbies and the weakest point in the commander's defenses."

"Another example……"

This time it was Veneto's voice coming from behind Levi: "Finding a ship girl to form an alliance, so that the two of you can get a chance together, is better than having no hope at all."

Veneto lowered her head and kissed Levi: "Commander, what do you think of my point of view?"

Chapter 453 Ji'an Wants to Tell a Story About a Painter

"Commander, take a look at that outfit!"

Ji'an pushed open the door and walked in lightly. She was dressed in Egyptian style, her golden gauze dress shimmering in the dim light, the hem swaying slightly with her steps, revealing her slender ankles, on which hung a jingling gold chain.

She twirled around, her skirt blooming like flower petals, and looked at Li Wei with a beaming smile and a hint of anticipation in her eyes.

Li Wei leaned back on the sofa, holding a cup of tea in his hand. Hearing this, he glanced at her with a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

"Jian, you're not a Sardinian ship girl, so why are you dressed in such an Egyptian-style outfit?"

His gaze lingered on her for a moment before finally settling on her bare feet, the gold chains clinking softly with her movements.

Ji'an covered her mouth and chuckled softly, her laughter as clear and melodious as silver bells. She took small, quick steps closer, her toes lightly touching the floor, causing her skirt to sway gently.

"I've heard that the Commander particularly likes this style. He even turned a perfectly good literary girl into a charming and seductive woman."

She deliberately dragged out the last syllable, her eyes curving into crescents, her tone full of teasing.

Li Wei was taken aback by her words, put down his teacup, crossed his arms, and gave her a helpless look: "...Would you believe me if I said she took the initiative?"

"Of course I believe you~" Ji'an laughed even harder, taking a few steps closer, her skirt sweeping across the ground and creating a slight breeze. She tilted her head, her voice soft and playful, "After all, you're the Commander, which ship girl wouldn't want to show off in front of you~"

Li Wei narrowed his eyes, staring at her with a half-smile: "That includes you, right?"

Ji'an nodded without hesitation, her toes lightly drawing a small circle on the ground, the gold chain jingling: "Of course, that includes me~" She smiled frankly, her fingers brushing her long hair behind her ear, revealing a section of her fair neck, the movement natural yet slightly provocative.

"Can you dance?" Li Wei leaned back on the sofa, his tone somewhat tentative, his gaze lingering on her swaying skirt for a moment.

Ji'an shook her head, the gold chain jingling softly with her movement. She spread her hands, her tone relaxed: "No, not at all. But if the Commander really wants to see, I can learn it too~" She lifted her foot and swung it in the air as if imitating a dance step, yet with a touch of playful casualness.

Li Wei chuckled and continued, "Then do you know how to pray?"

Ji'an shook her head again, pursed her lips, and said with a more self-righteous tone: "I'm an Eastern Huang ship girl, why would I know those things?" She tapped her toes on the ground, as if to emphasize her position, her movements light and agile.

Li Wei was amused by her and simply asked, "...So what can you do?"

Ji'an's eyes lit up, and a sly smile curled at the corner of her lips. She slowly approached, her skirt swaying gently with each step, the gold chains jingling as if foreshadowing something.

The next second, she lifted her foot, and the jailer stepped directly onto Li Wei's main cannon, the force neither too light nor too heavy, yet carrying an undeniable provocation: "I can do this~"

Li Wei's tone was somewhat amused and exasperated: "Ji'an, what you said seems to make some sense. Skip straight to the result, skipping all those useless steps in between?"

“Exactly!” Ji’an’s smile widened. The jailer gently moved the main gun around, as if testing his reaction. “For the commander, the end result is the same anyway, so let’s just start.”

Li Wei chuckled softly, tapping his fingers on the sofa armrest, his tone tinged with a hint of mockery: "We at least have to do something to cover it up, otherwise it won't pass censorship."

Ji'an adjusted her posture, moving closer, her skirt spreading out to reveal her fair legs. She smiled at him, her voice softening, "Then I'll tell the Commander a story~"

"Hmm?" Li Wei raised an eyebrow, looking at her with interest, signaling her to continue.

Ji An smiled slightly. The jailer slowly slid his hand across Ji An's knee, cleared his throat, and spoke in a soft, gentle voice, as if telling a story: "Once upon a time, there was a painter from Donghuang, who was most skilled at painting landscapes. She had a special brush that could always depict the most beautiful scenery on the canvas. One day, she decided to paint a special picture..."

The girl's jailer moved up his leg, her toes curling slightly, as if imitating a painter's brushstrokes.

Li Wei glanced down, a slight smile playing on his lips, but didn't interrupt her. Ji An continued, his tone light and cheerful: "The painter picked up his brush and first made two light dots on the canvas, like this—"

"And then?" Li Wei's voice lowered, as if she were completely immersed in her story.

“And then,” Ji’an’s voice softened, as the jailer slid slowly near his main cannon, his toes sometimes tightening, sometimes relaxing, as if outlining the contours of a painting.

"The painter began to paint the mountain, the tip of his brush slowly gliding along the ridge, like this—"

"The artist is painting very carefully; the mountain shape is gradually taking shape." Ji'an smiled and looked up at him, his toes gently circling around his main gun, as if adding details to the painting.

She even added some clouds and mist to the mountain, with light, delicate strokes of her pen, like this—

Li Wei said sarcastically, "This painter is quite patient. Please continue."

Ji'an snorted, lowering his voice as if he had reached a crucial point: "Later, the painter felt the painting wasn't vivid enough, so he used his brush to blend the mountains, like this—"

"The painting is finally finished," the artist said, smiling with satisfaction as he looked at his work. Ji'an grinned mischievously, lightly pinching his toes against the main gun before stopping and looking up at him. "Commander, what do you think of this painting?"

Li Wei looked down at her nimble little feet, his smile deepening. He reached out and grasped her ankle, his fingertips gently stroking the instep, his voice low and deep: "Well done, the brushwork even better. But this painting isn't finished yet, is it?"

Upon hearing this, Ji'an's eyes lit up, and the jailer sprang into action, a smug smile on his face: "Of course! The artist still has so much inspiration to draw!"

Li Wei: "Your painting skills are good enough, but you lack a clear purpose."

Li Wei picked up Ji An and thrust the main gun directly into the core compartment, which was already soaked with seawater: "See, now that's what you call a purpose~"

Ji'an held the commander, letting the main gun fill the entire space in the core compartment: "Ugh... Commander..."

The girl exhaled warm breath: "Really, why did you make me tell you a story... and you just barged in like that..."

Li Wei: "Do you like it?"

Ji'an blushed and said, "I like it~"

Chapter 454 Belfast can finally stretch out

"...It's almost Chinese New Year, why are you all picking out dancer costumes instead of choosing cheongsams?"

"Isn't that what the Commander likes?"

"Has the Commander been liking a bit too many different types of outfits lately?"

"Hmm...who knows? Anyway, we just need to cater to their preferences~ How about this one?"

"Isn't this piece a bit too much fabric?"

"There are only a few strips of cloth left... but it does seem like a lot..."

Such conversations echoed throughout the various clothing stores in the port area.

……

in the office.

Belfast stepped into the commander's office after a long absence, his gaze sweeping over the familiar desk and chairs, a mixture of nostalgia and unfamiliarity in his eyes.

"Master, have you been paying attention to the ship girls' latest fashion trends? They seem to be making a lot of noise lately; even I, who's been forced to stay in the hospital, can hear them clearly~"

Li Wei could tell that the ship girl deliberately emphasized the word "forced," seemingly to express her dissatisfaction with him.

He leaned back lazily in his chair, swinging his legs, and casually asked, "So now all the ship girls have gone to be dancers?"

"It's not that they're becoming dancers, it's just that everyone's buying dancer-style costumes. According to data from the clothing stores, sales of dancer-style costumes have increased several times in just two days."