The High-Tech Commander of KanColle

Ren Anhe and Ron were walking side by side, and Ron was holding a pair of high heels in his hands.

After all, high heels are still a bit inconvenient on the soft sand.

After taking off his stockings, revealing his delicate, snow-white feet, Ron stepped directly onto the beach.

"After being exposed to the sun during the day, the sand is now quite warm and comfortable to step on. Commander, do you want to try it?"

Ron invited with a smile.

"Forget it. It will be troublesome to clean it later..."

Ren Anhe refused.

For Ren Anhe, he would try his best not to get involved in anything dirty.

In order to avoid getting engine oil on his hands when doing scientific research, Ren Anhe always wears gloves or uses a robotic arm instead.

As for the seafood with shells, although Ren Anhe liked to eat them, he still declined. After all, he had to use his hands, and sometimes he would get his hands covered in oil if he was not careful even with gloves on.

But since Belfast came into being, Ren Anhe can finally enjoy a seafood feast... after all, someone will peel the shells for him.

Therefore, Ren Anhe still felt that he couldn't get over the psychological barrier of having sand stuck in his feet.

Ron didn't force himself and hummed a song from somewhere, his voice was very pleasant.

"Are you in a good mood?" Ren Anhe asked.

Ron said, "Yes, after all, it is very rare to be alone with the commander."

Ren Anhe smiled secretly. It turned out that ship girls were very easy to satisfy. They would feel happy when they were with their commanders, even if they did nothing.

"How have you been getting along with everyone these past two days? Are you adapting to life in the harbor?"

Ren Anhe felt that he should fulfill his duty as a commander and care about the physical and mental health of his girl.

Ron said: "Everyone in the harbor is a very nice person, and life is very comfortable and peaceful... but it's a bit too peaceful."

The flash of light in his eyes made Ron look like a yandere at that moment.

Ren Anhe was also slightly startled, then blinked and found that Ron was still the same.

I saw her as a gentle and harmless sister, and then I thought it must be my illusion.

Ren Anhe said, "Well, isn't peace good?"

"Peace makes people lazy..." said Ron.

Ren Anhe smiled and said, "It is indeed the style of the Iron-Blooded Ship Girl..."

Born in hardship and die in comfort, this is the principle that the four Iron-Blooded Ship Girls have always adhered to. Otherwise, how could there be the iron and blood discipline of the Iron-Blooded camp?

Ron didn't say anything else. What was making people lazy? What was peace or getting along well?

None of this was worth anything to Ron.

For Ron, being born from the hull, giving birth to her own hull, but it was not her own hull, and being a fantasy ship girl, that feeling was really wonderful.

However, emptiness has always been deep in Ron's heart, and no matter what he does, Ron finds it boring.

Reading is boring, shopping is boring, looking at the scenery is boring...

Even now, if I want to become stronger, it is only to achieve certain goals of my own.

But when he saw Ren Anhe, the man he knew at first sight was his commander.

Ron's empty heart seemed to be filled with something.

The feeling of being suddenly filled up after being empty made Ron feel extremely happy. He even felt a little trembling and his plump legs were rubbing against each other unconsciously.

At that moment, Ron had only one thought.

That is to want to possess, to want to possess...

She wanted to possess everything about this man in front of her, to integrate everything about him... into her heart, into her body, so that they could be together forever, forever...

Two in one.

Ron even wanted to collect his commander's parts bit by bit, from his hair, to his clipped fingernails, to... body parts.

It seems like it, it seems like it, it really seems like it!

But Ron quickly calmed down. The ship girls around him, those troublesome guys, were stronger than him. With them around, there was no way he could achieve his goal.

Moreover, she didn't want to kill the man who filled the void in her heart...

But Ron suddenly thought of something. As a human being, perhaps there will be a day when we die...

When Ron thought of this, something dark seemed to surge out of his heart, and then it was out of control.

Thinking of the theory of life span, Ron felt panic and despair. Having seen the happiness and light that was filled, Ron didn't want to be alone in the future...

So, let's make it into a specimen and a collectible...

But the problem is that the guy named Prince Eugen and the guy in Belfast... are the biggest obstacles!

So Ron decided to take it slow, and could only comfort himself with Ren An and the hair that accidentally fell off from time to time.

Ron did not waste any of these fallen items. He put them all in his own formalin and kept them as his own collection.

However, at this moment, their negligence actually gave her a great opportunity, a chance to be alone with the commander.

Ron didn't want to make the commander his own collection all at once, that would be such a waste...

Although he was sick, Ron still knew what it meant to have a full meal every time.

Although this was our first time alone together, I accidentally bit off a small piece of skin on my lip while kissing. Should it be okay?

Later on, slowly, gradually, it becomes more excessive...is that okay?

By then, perhaps after ten or twenty years, everything that belongs to the commander will be my treasure, a treasure that will stay with me forever!

Ron suddenly took a step forward and hugged Ren Anhe tightly, which made Ren Anhe a little confused.

What happened suddenly?

Before he could recover, Ron's plump cherry lips came up and bit Ren Anhe's lips lightly.

Ren Anhe was even more confused, but before he could feel Ron's lips carefully, he felt a pain on his lips.

Subconsciously pushing Ron away, Ren Anhe covered his mouth.

Is this a bite? Is it because of inexperience or...

Ren Anhe stared at Ron in front of him in a daze. There was a trace of red liquid at the corner of Ron's mouth, which looked charming and a little shocking.

"Ron, you...!"

Ren Anhe wiped the blood from his lips, looked at the blood on his fingers, and the pain on his lips, and knew that although the cut was not severe enough to require stitches, it was not shallow.

"Commander... I'm sorry, Ron, I can't bear it any longer... Can you give me that finger as a gift?"

Ron, with an inexplicable smile, gradually approached Ren Anhe like a rusty puppet.

It looked a little weird on the slightly dim beach.

When Ron saw the bloodstains on Ren Anhe's fingers, his heart suddenly started beating wildly, and he couldn't even suppress the impulse.

If you want to see more, more of the commander's blooming red blood, why did he use a tissue to wipe off the blood on that finger?

What a waste... Leave it to me, I will make the Commander's part into the most beautiful collection.

Looking at Ron's appearance and words, Ren Anhe also frowned.

He wasn't scared... he just found it a little tricky.

It’s not the current situation, but.

Ren Anhe knew that as ship girls, some of them might have some character flaws or psychological problems because of the old history and their upbringing.

But no matter how he looked at Ron in front of him, there seemed to be something extremely wrong!

This is no longer just a yandere, this is simply a severe case of illness!

A yandere wants you to live, but you can only look at her. If you are sick, then... that will really kill you! Then you will be together with her forever!

I guess I have to ask Belfast how he helped Ron with his mental illness...

But what was the trigger? Ron was a fantasy ship girl, a scientific research ship, and the acquired environment... Logically speaking, their port area could produce lazy people, fun people, and even the king of rolls, but it was impossible for them to produce such a personality?

It seems that the tasks ahead are still long and arduous.

Ren Anhe sighed secretly.

While thinking this, Ron also approached Ren Anhe.

With a somewhat twisted smile on his face, he slowly reached out to touch Ren Anhe.

It’s getting closer and closer, it will be there soon!

Ron's heartbeat gradually quickened, and he even felt like it was going to jump out of his chest. The sense of happiness at that moment seemed to be bursting out.

When she held Ren Anhe's hands in both of her hands, it was as if she was holding a rare treasure.

She raised her eyes to look at Ren Anhe, whose expression was complicated, and then spoke slowly with morbid love:

"You can't escape, Commander... Don't worry, Commander, it won't hurt, it's just a moment... Ron, you're very experienced."

Ren Anhe's expression was complicated. Let's not talk about whether you can beat me, Miss, but who can't escape...

You sound like a scumbag who tricked an innocent girl into bed...

And where do you get your experience? Have you been killing people these days? Oh, it seems that Belfast has done a lot of chickens, ducks and fish recently, and it seems that you are in charge?

That's okay.

Ron looked at Ren Anhe's face, which was complicated but not fearful, and felt a little confused.

"Commander, you... aren't you afraid?"

Ren Anhe said calmly: "Why should I be afraid?"

Ron was stunned for a moment, then suddenly burst into laughter, even laughing to the point of tears.

It was not until a few minutes later that the laughter gradually subsided, which meant that there was no one around, otherwise someone would definitely say it was disturbing.

Ron freed one hand and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes due to laughter. He took a deep breath and said enthusiastically:

"As expected, the Commander and I get along very well... You must be able to understand, right? My feelings, my... everything."

Ren Anhe's expression was still complicated.

Miss, you are a good riddle teller... If you don't tell me, I won't know. We have only been together for a few days? Do you think I understand everything about you?

Ron gently stroked Ren Anhe's hand as if he were stroking a precious jade, and even humbly bent down to kiss the blood stains that remained on his fingers from wiping.

Feel the taste of rust in your mouth.

Ron finally spoke again: "Commander, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting for so long... Ron, let's start now."

Then, a flash of excitement suddenly flashed in his eyes, and he wanted to tear off his commander's fingers directly, and then...

The imagined scene of blood flowers blooming did not appear, and Ren Anhe did not move at all.

Ron: "...?"

Immediately afterwards, Ron felt a sense of weightlessness, the world was spinning, and he was knocked down by Ren An with an over-the-shoulder throw.

Ron: “……???”

218. Ron: The clown is actually me

Night, beach, waves, dim place, and a man and a woman.

And the woman was struggling, and the man was on top of her.

No matter how you look at it, this is the kind of picture that needs to be pixelated or won't pass censorship.

However, the scene at the moment seems a little... weird.

When Ron attacked violently, she underestimated Ren Anhe's strength.

Then, he was pressed on the beach, face down on the ground, unable to move at all.

There were still some remnants of that wild smile and sickly expression on Ron's face, but there was more of surprise and confusion.

This series of expressions made Ron's face look a little funny.

But because he was pressed into the beach, no one could see him.