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

"Congratulations, Commander, you answered correctly!"

Richelieu's eyes sparkled, and her smile became even more alluring. She tiptoed, and the hem of her cheongsam rose with the movement, revealing her core compartment with just this one action. It was clear that the cheongsam served no other purpose than to make the commander's main guns stand proudly.

Richelieu leaned closer, her soft lips pressing a warm, wet kiss onto Levi's cheek, her voice as sweet as melting honey: "Commander, come on, it's time to collect your reward~"

Li Wei looked around at the ship girls who were all eager to see a good show: "...Just here?"

"Oh, anywhere is fine~"

Richelieu couldn't wait any longer. She grabbed Li Wei's wrist, intertwined her slender fingers with his, and led him straight to a corner of the venue.

……

"I never expected my dear sister to be so bold."

Jean Barna's sarcastic tone surprised the two of them.

"Jean Barthes? You... um..."

Richelieu tried to turn her head, but her head was pressed against the wall by the commander, and she couldn't turn it at all; her original words were also blocked back into her mouth.

Jean Bart appeared behind the commander without their noticing; perhaps their attention was focused on their deep conversation, and they had let their guard down. They only realized Jean Bart's arrival when he began to offer his assistance from behind.

"Um……"

Richelieu wanted to say something to salvage the situation, but the words stuck in his throat again.

She was already overwhelmed by the commander's relentless "attacks," not to mention the addition of Jean Bart behind her—this guy was clearly not there to help, but rather to add fuel to the fire.

Jean Bart stood behind the commander, his tone full of sarcasm: "I knew something was off a long time ago. When you rushed out in that cheongsam, I knew you were up to something. Sure enough, you seized the opportunity to sneak away, huh?"

"what……"

Richelieu let out a muffled gasp, which sounded both like a response and a feeble protest. Her voice drifted through the air, but seemed somewhat weak.

Jean Bart, however, had no intention of letting her off the hook: "I'm saying, you've enjoyed yourself for so long, shouldn't you give it to me once?"

Richelieu, upon hearing this, forced herself to snap out of her daze. She took a deep breath, trying to regain some semblance of her composure, and retorted haltingly, "Um... I won all of these... by solving riddles..."

Her voice was weak, but it carried a hint of resentment, "You can't...you can't just take it away like this..."

"Steal it?" Jean Bart chuckled, his tone dismissive. "Haven't you already had your turn? Sister, you have to know how to share. Now it's my turn."

Jeanbart glanced at the commander as he spoke.

Commander Levi suddenly turned his head and whispered a few words in Jean Bart's ear.

Jean Bart's eyes suddenly lit up, as if he had received some kind of inspiration or permission, and the smile on his lips became even more unrestrained.

The next second, Jeanbart's grip tightened noticeably, and the frequency of his thrusts on the "main cannon" increased abruptly, his movements carrying an undeniable force. Richelieu, caught off guard by this sudden change, let out a short, sharp cry of surprise: "Eek!"

A faint blush rose on Richelieu's face. She bit her lower lip, trying hard to maintain her dignity, but her body's reaction had already betrayed her inner struggle.

"Commander, you..."

"Sister, stop trying and just admit defeat."

Richelieu watched helplessly as the main cannon inside his body was taken away, but the core compartment, which had been breached several times, could not be saved, and he finally let out a mournful whimper.

Chapter 461 Brest Records His Own and the Commander's Activities

In the small garden behind the Iris Church, the morning light filtered through the lush foliage, casting dappled shadows. It was here that Livy encountered Brest, who was working on his piece.

Yesterday, he was busy taking the Richelieu and Jeanbart sisters back to their rooms until late at night. Too lazy to go to his own room, he simply rested at the Iris Church for the night.

When he saw the blonde ship girl Brest in the sunlight this morning, he was still a little sleepy and his mind had not yet fully recovered from the fatigue of last night.

“My lord, today is Valentine’s Day.” Brest’s voice was soft and cheerful, with a hint of mischievous laughter.

Li Wei was taken aback upon hearing this, and then realized that amidst the bustling atmosphere of the New Year, the date had quietly turned to Valentine's Day.

He still vividly remembers last year's Valentine's Day; the scene was truly grand yet chaotic.

He had expected the ship girls to panic and search the world for him because of his disappearance, but the message he received on the communication device was surprisingly calm, even a little heartwarming.

This is how the ship girls sent the message:

"Commander, please get some rest. Our sentiments are the best Valentine's Day gift."

"As long as the Commander is by my side, every day is Valentine's Day~"

"Commander, you are our eternal lover, so there's no need to rush this day."

It seems the ship girls have finally learned to restrain their impulses a little and haven't put too much pressure on the commander as usual—they're probably worried that Levi will be sent to the hospital for a check-up again due to "overwork."

Speaking of which, my last physical exam experience... well, it was quite memorable.

Li Wei couldn't help but savor the taste of Janus for a moment.

Tsk, a cute little nurse in white stockings and milk, not bad at all.

Li Wei's gaze returned to Brest, where the girl was also wearing white silk, her skin appearing fair in the sunlight.

She was holding a slender quill pen, the tip hovering lightly over the paper, yet not falling, as if waiting for inspiration to strike.

Sensing Li Wei's gaze, Brest looked up, his eyes gleaming with anticipation: "Hero?"

"Ok?"

"The thought of spending Valentine's Day with my hero fills my mind with countless inspirations for love stories."

Brest's voice was soft and melodious, with a touch of poetic murmur: "If we could do something more romantic together, perhaps I could compose even more beautiful and happy poems... My hero, would you be the protagonist of my story?"

“Of course.” Levi nodded without hesitation, his gaze lingering on her focused expression. “Brest, do you often write stories?”

“Yes, but most of them are just trivial little stories.” Brest smiled modestly, the quill pen twirling lightly between her fingers like a butterfly in flight.

"Well, I do have an idea."

Brest's eyes lit up instantly: "Hero's inspiration? It must be full of creative possibilities, please tell me!"

"Ahem..." Li Wei paused, then said in a serious tone, "My idea is that you write an article with you and me as the main characters. From now on, you should truthfully record everything I've done to you, how about that?"

Brest paused for a moment, then a bright smile spread across his face: "Of course! That's a brilliant suggestion, my hero."

Levi gestured for Brest to stand up, then pulled her into his arms and gently wrapped his arms around the girl's waist from behind.

"Hero..." Her voice was low and murmured, with a hint of shyness, yet also a hint of anticipation.

Li Wei didn't speak, but simply rested his chin gently on her shoulder, his nose almost touching her soft blonde hair.

He could feel Brest's heartbeat gradually quickening, intertwining with his own in a strange rhythm. His hands tightened slightly around her waist, then slowly moved upwards, finally resting on her marshmallow-like body.

A blush crept across Brest's cheeks, but she quickly composed herself, lowered her head, picked up her quill pen again, and began to record the moment. She wrote in an almost epic style:

"In the secret garden behind the Iris Church, the hero descended upon me with unparalleled grace. His arms, like the outstretched wings of an eagle, embraced me, his strength gentle yet firm, as if to embrace my very soul. A gentle breeze blew, and the fragrance of flowers lingered. My heart pounded like a war drum, yet the hero's presence was as warm as the morning sun, dispelling my shyness."

Li Wei glanced at the words she had written and couldn't help but chuckle: "Brest, your writing style is really... exaggerated."

“This is an artistic expression, my hero,” Brest retorted earnestly, a sly glint in his eyes. “Besides, you are now the protagonist of my story, so naturally I must use the most magnificent language to depict you.”

“In that case…” Li Wei whispered in her ear, “Let me give you more material worth recording.”

Brest's body stiffened slightly, but he just bit his lower lip, suppressing the faint sound that escaped from his throat.

"My lord, you need these too..."

"Of course, we must record it truthfully."

Brest's breathing quickened, but she still tried to maintain her pace. The quill pen danced rapidly across the paper, the handwriting slightly messy, yet still retaining her usual elegance and poetic quality:

"The hands of the hero were like flames, hot and irresistible, sweeping over my body, as if to ignite the desires dormant deep within my soul. He embraced me from behind, his chest as solid as a city wall, giving me endless security and excitement. My will almost crumbled under his touch, yet my pen still danced with all my might, wanting to forever etch this unparalleled love onto the paper."

"How are you? Can you still write?"

“Of course…” Brest’s voice trembled slightly, but she stubbornly refused to admit defeat, and the quill pen in her hand continued to draw magnificent lines of text on the paper.

"The hero's voice was like heavenly music, lingering in my ears, like a divine oracle from mythology, shaking my heartstrings. His fingertips were like shooting stars streaking across the night sky, leaving a fiery trail, and I couldn't help but dance to his rhythm."

As Levi's actions deepened, Brest's recording gradually took on a chaotic beauty. She attempted to conceal her shyness and panic with epic language, but her true feelings were revealed between the lines.

Levi noticed her change, chuckled softly, and pulled her closer to him. His finger finally hovered over the outside of the core module, pressing lightly, eliciting a soft moan from Brest.

“My lord…” Brest’s voice was almost broken. The quill in her hand finally stopped, and the ink spread a small patch on the paper. She turned her head, her eyes glistening with tears, with a hint of pleading. “I…I might need to rest for a while.”

"Rest?" Levi wasn't about to let Brest off the hook, and even seemed to be escalating his efforts: "But your story isn't finished yet."

Brest bit his lip, seemingly hesitant, but finally mustered his courage and said, "Then... please continue, hero. I will keep recording."

The main gun had already entered the core compartment. Brest forced himself to pick up his quill and continue writing, but the handwriting was already crooked and illegible.

"The hero's power was like a mountain collapsing, and I was embraced in his arms as if I were on a cloud. His touch was like thunder, shaking my soul. My body no longer belonged to me, and only my heartbeat and panting sang together. Yet I still wish to use my pen as a sword to engrave this magnificent emotion in history and pass it down through the ages."

Her words gradually became blurred, but her emotions grew more intense.

"Well……"

Brest's notes finally stopped amidst a blot of ink, the quill slipping from her hand and falling onto the grass. She leaned weakly against Levi's chest, breathing softly, yet her eyes still sparkled with creative inspiration.

“Hero…” she murmured softly, “This…this will be a great work.”

Li Wei lowered his head and kissed her forehead, chuckling softly, "Then let's continue writing once you've regained your strength."

Chapter 462 Hu De's Black Tea Flavored Chocolate

In the royal back garden.

The warm spring sun shines through the lush foliage, casting dappled shadows. A gentle breeze carries the faint fragrance of flowers and the scent of earth.

Royal Lady Hood wore a white and gold gown, the hem swaying gently with her movements, like a blooming marigold.

"Commander, Happy Valentine's Day."

Hood's voice was as smooth as silk, with a hint of subtle playfulness.

"This year, I've prepared a black tea flavored chocolate for you, which blends the essence of black tea and chocolate into one, allowing you to taste the perfect balance of bitterness and sweetness in one bite—of course, my love for the Commander is only 100% sweet, so please enjoy it to the fullest."

Li Wei took the exquisitely packaged box of chocolates, tied with a deep red ribbon, which emitted a faint aroma of cocoa.

"Wasn't Valentine's Day yesterday?"

Upon hearing this, Hood covered her mouth and chuckled softly, a mischievous glint in her eyes. She didn't answer directly, but tilted her head, her tone playful: "Commander, do you remember what we told you before?"

Li Wei was stunned, and countless fragments flashed through his mind—these ship girls had said so many sweet words to him on a daily basis that he couldn't remember which one it was for the time being.

He shrugged helplessly and said with a wry smile, "...Sorry, you guys said too much, I can't remember it all."

Hu De wasn't angry; instead, he smiled even more brightly.

She gracefully crossed one of her long, slender legs, her skirt lifting slightly to reveal her perfect curves encased in stockings. The mature woman leaned forward slightly, her hands clasped in front of her, her posture as elegant as a noblewoman stepping out of a classical painting.

"We're planning to let the Commander experience Valentine's Day every day. What do you think, Commander?"

Li Wei lowered his head and took a bite of chocolate. The delicate aroma of black tea and the rich sweetness of chocolate bloomed on his tongue, creating a unique flavor. After chewing for a while, he looked up at Hood and said half-jokingly, "I think I'll have to retire early because of excessive chocolate consumption."

Hood chuckled at his words, her clear, bell-like laughter echoing through the garden. She gently waved her hand, her eyes full of affection: "Commander, you're quite the joker. But isn't it our intention to make you feel sweet every day?"

After speaking, she picked up the exquisite porcelain teapot on the table and personally poured hot water into Li Wei's teacup. The teapot tilted, and the amber-colored black tea slowly flowed into the cup, steam rising gently and carrying a delicate aroma. "Please enjoy this black tea-flavored chocolate!"

Her voice was soft, with a hint of seduction.

Li Wei picked up his teacup, took a small sip, and nodded: "Hmm, it tastes good."

Hood looked at him with a smile, a hint of satisfaction flashing in her eyes: "Right? I knew the Commander would like it."

She picked up the teapot, intending to pour herself a cup, but when she tilted the spout, not a drop of water came out. She paused slightly, then gave a slightly exaggerated look of surprise: "Oh dear, the teapot is empty!"

Seeing this, Li Wei raised his hand and clapped his hands, preparing to call a maid to add water. However, as soon as he raised his hand, Hu De gently pressed it down.

Hood leaned slightly closer to him, a faint blush rising on her face, but a sly glint in her eyes. "Commander, could you please refill the teapot yourself?"

Li Wei was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help but laugh and curse, "You pervert!"

He was about to get up and walk towards the nearby tea room when Hood gently pressed him down again: "Commander, it's right here~"

Hood opened the lid of the teapot and held it in front of the main gun muzzle: "Commander, please."

A pot of specially made black tea soon appeared.

Hood poured himself a cup, gently blew on the steam, took a small sip, and then let out a satisfied hum: "Hmm~ As expected of the black tea personally added by the Commander, the taste is indeed excellent."

Li Wei reached out his hand.

With perfect teamwork, Hood raised one of his feet and placed it in Li Wei's hand; the other chocolate jailer then gently rubbed the muzzle of the commander's main gun.