Azur Lane Mobile Front.

"If you need it, we can do it right now."

Soviet Rossia pressed her body even closer to Robo, and as she spoke, her hot breath hit Robo's face directly.

"So, what exactly is that so-called plan?"

"That's right, after the Commander rejects everyone, we'll try some rather extreme methods to help the Commander make a choice~"

"For example, how about executing Commander Comrade right here and now?"

Chapter 775: Mahjong, Northern Style

Rob practically fled the banquet hall.

Belfast at the entrance seemed to have been waiting for quite some time.

When she saw the lipstick stains and light-colored hairs stuck on Luo's clothes, she immediately covered her mouth and chuckled uncontrollably.

"Ah, Master, it seems you've spent quite a few seconds of time here~"

Rob looked at the smiling maid in front of him with a complicated expression.

This person definitely knows what's going on here.

Rob guessed that the head maid knew quite a bit about how he had almost been "eaten up" by those Northern Union women.

In other words, this maid tricked herself.

"It seems that the punishment I gave you before wasn't enough, my head maid."

"Oh dear, does this mean Master is going to punish Belfast again?"

The head maid pretended to be surprised and covered her mouth, but the joy in her eyes was impossible to hide.

In her view, Luo's punishment was no different from his reward.

"However, it seems Master won't have time tonight~"

The sharp-eyed head maid spotted the key in Rob's pocket at a glance.

Immediately, she understood what had happened inside.

"...I'm not going back tonight, come pick me up tomorrow morning."

"that's it."

After silently watching the head maid for a while, Rob finally sighed.

In some ways, I have given far too much to this world.

Yes, there are too many.

"Then Belfast wishes Master a wonderful night~"

...

When Rob arrived at the room of the Soviet Union, he realized that the key seemed to be completely useless.

Because she didn't close the door at all.

Pushing open the door, Robb saw the Soviet Union, which had changed into a set of underwear.

At this moment, she had removed her makeup and returned to her previous bare-faced appearance.

It has to be said that, given the ship's excellent qualities, makeup and such seemed somewhat superfluous to Rob.

"To be honest, it's still the same as always. I'm used to it, my Soviet comrade."

"Really? I think so too."

Smiling, the Soviet Union came over to greet Rob, taking his coat as readily as a newlywed wife.

After hanging his coat on the hanger, the Soviet Union locked the door from the inside.

After all, what's about to happen is definitely not suitable for outsiders to be present, is it?

After passing through the entrance hall, Rob entered the living room of the house.

Clean, tidy, and simple – that was Rob's first impression of the room's layout.

Several bottles of wine that had not yet been finished were still on the table.

It seems that the Soviet Union, as a Northern Union fleet, is ultimately a connoisseur of fine wine.

"Come with me, Comrade Commander, I...I'm ready."

The Soviet Union took Rob's hand from behind, a slight blush on their faces.

She led Rob toward her bedroom.

However, when he reached the bedroom hallway, Rob suddenly sensed something was wrong.

There are four doors on both sides of the bedroom corridor.

In other words, besides the study, there are at least three bedrooms?

"Here, Comrade Commander..."

Pushing open one of the doors, the Soviet Union led Rob inside.

The room was dimly lit, with only the bedside lamp on.

Combined with the blush on the room owner's face, it looked somewhat ambiguous.

Upon entering the bedroom, the Soviet Union reached for his clothes.

After several attempts, a few barely audible sounds came from the bedroom.

A full and agile body embraced Rob from behind.

Feeling the rich touch coming from behind, Rob was momentarily stunned.

(So ​​direct?!)

Before Rob could react, the body behind him used force to knock Rob down onto the soft bed.

(By the way, why would one person in the Soviet Union have such a big bed?)

Losing his balance, Rob instinctively reached out to grab anything within his reach.

Naturally, he turned around and hugged the body behind him.

The next second, the smooth, slippery touch from his palm made his eyes widen involuntarily.

"..."

The Soviet Union that had been pressing down on Robo had now shed all its paint.

The only thing that was left was that last thin layer of "armor" tightly wrapped around the servo mechanism.

Perhaps, it was a seal she left specifically for Rob, so that he could remove it himself.

"I think you're being a little too hasty?"

Looking at the Soviet Union members who had pounced on him with a mixture of amusement and exasperation, Rob said.

"Is that so? But what does it matter?"

With a smile on her face, the Soviet Union woman reached out to unbutton Rob's clothes.

Her hair brushed against Rob's cheek, carrying a faint fragrance.

"Wow~ So it's already started?"

Just then, a loud voice rang out, almost making Rob jump out of bed.

Soviet Belaros appeared to have just taken a shower, as he was wrapped in a white bath towel.

The narrow bath towel couldn't contain her explosive figure at all.

The location of the bridge seemed about to break through the towel's barrier and be exposed to the air.

Her long, slender legs, still slightly damp, were completely exposed.

It reflected tiny points of light under the dim light.

Behind Soviet Belaros was Soviet Rossia, dressed in a semi-transparent nightgown.

That dark, semi-transparent slip dress not only failed to conceal the alluring curves of her body, but also added a layer of hazy beauty, making her even more desirable.

"Wait, this isn't right!"

Pushing aside the Soviet Union, Rob immediately sat up in bed.

"Hmph~ It seems you didn't know, Commander."

"Actually, we all live together."

"When you chose to accept your sister's key, it meant that you also chose all of us."

Soviet Belaros's face bore the joy of a victor.

She shook her long, lake-blue hair, and the bath towel she was wearing finally seemed to give way and fell to the ground.

"See? I told you I'd win this bet!"

"Commander, I look forward to your guidance from now on."

The Soviet Union embraced Rob from behind, and her hands began to unbutton Rob's shirt.

Meanwhile, the other two ships also climbed aboard.

A phantom pain suddenly surfaced from Rob's back.

This night was destined to be extraordinary.

Chapter 776: Luo: Mao Zhan, I often destroy and beat!

Six hands moved swiftly, quickly stripping Robo of his meager armor.

"It's a pity, Commander, one of our comrades has not yet appeared."

"Otherwise, you should be able to feel the full enthusiasm of our Soviet Union."

Without the obstruction of paint, the fiery hull of the Soviet Union pressed tightly against Robo from behind.

The steel-cast hull should be cold and lifeless.

But the miracle brought about by the Mind Cube gave them bodies that were no different from those of humans.

At the same time, it also gave them a temperature similar to that of humans.

The Soviet Union-class ships, with a displacement of over 60,000 tons, gave the three ships surrounding Robo a voluptuous hull that would rank among the top in terms of size, even by ship standards.

The pressure coming from behind and around his arms felt somewhat familiar to Rob.

Judging from their size, these three should be comparable to Zhenhai and his family.

The speed of 28 knots also gave them a pair of long, shapely, and agile white legs.

However, based on Rob's close observation, it still has a certain gap compared to his own silly dog.

After all, that silly thing was designed to run 33 kilometers per hour.

"Hehe, I think it's already quite a struggle for the Commander to deal with the three of us."

Sitting to Rob's left, Soviet Rossiya had a playful smile on his face.

Her eyes, like searchlights, were filled with a fiery, aggressive light.

Of the three ships surrounding Robo, this one is currently the most dominant.

She held tightly to one of Rob's arms with both hands.

Until Rob's arm was completely submerged in the towering bridge created by her 60,000-ton displacement.

"Well, you never know~"

Sitting on the other side, Soviet Belaros blinked and looked at his rather assertive younger sister.

"You know, the commander is never short of ships that are devoted to him."

"I remember, two members of the Richelieu class in the Iris Theocracy have already succeeded, right?"

(Sorry, your information is outdated; it recently became three.)

Rob glanced at the curious-looking Soviet Belaros.

Unlike her two sisters, she seemed to be treating everything that was about to happen as an interesting game.