Elder brother's garrison

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"No way!" Xiao Bai explained, his face flushed and breathless, unconsciously applying more pressure as he wiped Hindenburg's cheeks.

"Mmm...mmm..." Hindenburg silently felt the sensation of Little White's hands, like those of a washing machine, covering his face.

After wiping Hindenburg's face, Xiaobai took off the damp towel.

Hindenburg's already unkempt white hair, after being bathed in semi-wet mineral water, became even more frizzy, with clumps sticking together.

"As for your hairstyle, Missouri, after you've changed your clothes, could you please help Hindenburg with a little styling?" Missouri said to Hindenburg.

Hindenburg simply stated that he was merely acting as a toy according to the agreement, and that they could do whatever they wanted with him.

Among all the ship girls in the newbie naval base, Missouri, who started as a model, has a fashion sense and taste in clothing that has been honed over a long period of time and is among the best. Missouri usually dresses relatively conservatively in the naval base, but that doesn't mean that her wardrobe reflects that.

Under Xiaobai's watchful eye, Missouri rummaged through her three or four floor-to-ceiling wardrobes and quickly pulled out stacks of trendy clothes that Xiaobai had never seen before.

"Missouri, when did you buy these clothes?"

Little White watched as Missouri pulled out clothes and accessories one after another, as if she were taking magical inventions out of the blue raccoon robot's magic bag, and couldn't help but be a little surprised.

“These? Missouri bought them in the city during her free time.” Missouri replied with a smile, but her hands didn’t stop moving. “After all, the naval base pays Missouri a pretty good salary. Missouri doesn’t have any other hobbies, so she’s set aside some money for these.”

"Wow... there are so many..."

“That’s true, it looks like Missouri will be getting another new wardrobe,” Missouri agreed.

“But Missouri, you don’t seem to have worn any of these clothes at the naval base.” Xiaobai lowered her head, looking at the various clothes Missouri had taken out of the closet and piled up on the bedside table. She gently inhaled the sweet fragrance emanating from the clothes and murmured regretfully, “It’s a bit of a pity…”

"Admiral, do you... want to see Missouri wearing these?" There was an unexpected hint of surprise in Missouri's voice.

"Hmm? Hmm, after all, these clothes are all very nice, it would be such a waste not to wear them..." Xiaobai nodded matter-of-factly, looking at Missouri in front of the wardrobe.

then.

Xiao Bai was stunned on the spot.

Missouri, standing in front of the wardrobe, was holding two rather provocative lace lingerie pieces in her arms. Her face was slightly flushed, as if she were both shy and delighted, and she stared blankly at Xiaobai.

"Oh my... Admiral, you really are even more... daring than Missouri imagined..." Missouri hugged her underwear tightly, her voice both shy and agitated.

It seems that when Xiaobai was saying he wanted to see Missouri wear this outfit,

Missouri had just turned to the two pieces of underwear in her hand.

"Huh? Huh?? Huh??!" Xiaobai stared, mouth agape, at the few pieces of underwear in Missouri's arms, her face turning bright red with surprise. "No...no, Missouri...that's not what I meant..."

“Missouri bought these lingerie pieces simply because she thought they looked nice. These styles are a bit too daring for her, so she never thought about trying them on. She was just thinking about giving them to Hindenburg-senpai... But since you've asked, Admiral…” Missouri seemed to completely ignore what Xiaobai was saying. She pushed the lingerie in her arms into the wardrobe. “Please give Missouri some time to prepare. Missouri will wear them for the Admiral later.”

"……"noob.

How to do.

It feels like the more I try to explain, the worse it gets.

I clearly didn't mean it that way at all...

Although I really want to see it now.

"Ahem, anyway, Admiral, Missouri has taken out these unused clothes. Let's have Hindenburg try them out." Missouri closed the wardrobe, took out the last black shirt, and walked back to Xiaobai and Hindenburg.

“…Um.” Xiaobai nodded awkwardly.

"Although giving Hindenburg the clothes that Missouri bought was a bit offensive to him, Missouri had observed Hindenburg's physique during the exercise. Apart from Hindenburg being a bit taller than Missouri, they weren't that different in other aspects. So, Hindenburg should be able to try on any clothes that Missouri can wear."

As Missouri spoke, she reached out and pulled Hindenburg out of bed.

Missouri, after all, is a woman who has worked in this field professionally. Through long-term experience, she has developed a unique aesthetic style and personal characteristics in fashion and art.

Xiao Bai, whose education and perspective are only barely at the level of a high school dropout, basically can't offer any good advice. Every time Missouri takes out a piece of clothing and asks Xiao Bai what he thinks, all Xiao Bai can say is nod and say things like "looks good," "okay," "very pretty," "no problem," etc.

"While Hindenburg's physique is similar to Missouri's, their styles are completely different. Missouri thinks Hindenburg would suit a slightly wilder style, but if it's too wild, it would overshadow Hindenburg's excellent feminine appearance..." Missouri said, picking out one piece after another from the clothes piled on the bed. "If I had to weigh it, I'd recommend slightly shorter jeans, a semi-transparent black fitted top, and, speaking of which, Hindenburg's cool style would probably be better suited to black gloves and a black belt, right? Hmm... how about trying sunglasses... Her legs are long and shapely, so black boots and fishnet stockings would be a good choice. Hmm, but that seems a little unbalanced in the hip area. Here's a blue plaid T-shirt; let's tie it around the waist and see how it looks."

As Missouri spoke, she dressed Hindenburg up in various outfits, as if she were playing a dress-up game.

Although it looks like they're just playing around.

However, with Missouri's exceptional fashion sense in styling, Hindenburg's temperament gradually transformed from a wild, animalistic style to a handsome and gentle air of heroism through the changing of his clothes.

"Done!" After a quick try-on, Missouri clapped her hands lightly and smiled at Hindenburg, who had already changed into his new outfit. "Senior, how do you feel now?"

"..." Hindenburg, with her messy hair, turned to look at the full-length mirror in her Missouri room, blinked at her reflection, and looked completely bewildered by her new appearance.

"As for his hair, Missouri will do a little styling later. With Hindenburg's image, he doesn't need a big change in hairstyle. Just combing it back a bit and keeping that wild look will suit him perfectly." Missouri smiled at Hindenburg, then turned to Little White, "Admiral, what do you think?"

"Looks good, okay, very pretty, no problem!" Xiaobai raised two thumbs up.

Xiaobai wasn't just saying that to be polite.

Although Missouri's comments about balance, missing elements, compensation, and color combinations like black and blue plaid when styling Hindenburg's clothes were completely incomprehensible to a novice like myself, from an average person's aesthetic point of view, the new outfit Missouri put together for Hindenburg was quite attractive.

Xiaobai looked at Hindenburg, who was standing in front of the mirror, looking down at his own hands.

The current Hindenburg, with its fashionable attire, has lost its wild and unrestrained feel. Instead, it exudes a gentle and delicate charm, like a refined young lady, while maintaining its handsome appearance. A unique charm belonging to ship girls is spreading unrestrainedly around it.

how to say.

Before Hindenburg changed into this outfit, Xiaobai couldn't believe that Hindenburg could transform into such a stunning beauty.

Sure enough, people rely on clothes and horses rely on saddles.

As expected of Missouri...

This is probably what professionalism is all about...

"I think it's really beautiful," Xiaobai said to Missouri, expressing her heartfelt feelings.

"Is that so? Missouri feels it's a little lacking." Missouri rested her chin on her hand, carefully looking at Hindenburg standing in front of the mirror. "Missouri feels that her outfit still can't bring out Hindenburg's temperament, and it somewhat stifles her own performance."

"...Well, that's quite a professional commentary..." Xiaobai chuckled wryly. Following Missouri's gaze, she also took a look at Hindenburg's attire for a while.

You know what, even though Xiaobai just thought Hindenburg looked really good in that outfit.

But based on Missouri's analysis, Xiaobai really felt that Hindenburg seemed a bit constrained by his clothing.

As Xiaobai stared at Hindenburg's body, the contents of a few fashion magazines he had read in his life flashed through his mind.

Even if you've never eaten pork, you've at least seen pigs run.

In a short period of time, Xiaobai briefly compared the hundreds of professional outfits that flashed through his mind with the Hindenburg uniform in front of him.

"It feels a bit empty around my waist," Xiaobai muttered unconsciously.

"Hmm?" Missouri turned her head to the side.

"Huh? No, no, I didn't say anything..." Xiaobai's face instantly turned red. "I don't understand anything, I was just talking nonsense..."

“No, Admiral, you were absolutely right!” Missouri gave White a bright smile. “Missouri had been feeling something was missing, and had been searching for what was wrong! Admiral, you’re absolutely right, it’s the waist!”

"Eh??"

Missouri reacted as if she had discovered a new continent. She turned around, grabbed a small pair of scissors from her dressing table, and then strode over to Hindenburg. She pulled up the side of Hindenburg's bodysuit and swiftly slashed the scissors several times.

A series of creaking sounds rang out rapidly.

Subsequently.

A few thin pieces of black cloth fell to the ground.

“As expected, it’s perfect now.” Missouri wiped imaginary sweat from her forehead, looking at her masterpiece with satisfaction. She turned to Little White and smiled, “Admiral! You really have a professional artistic eye! The suggestion at the waist is the perfect finishing touch.”

"……"noob.

Hindenburg's off-the-shoulder bodysuit, which had been tightly bound to his body, now had several gaps at the waist, as if it had been scratched by bear claws, revealing his fair and firm skin underneath, which was exceptionally eye-catching.

It exposed a lot.

However, subtly, this outfit paired quite well with Hindenburg.

Simultaneously.

It also succumbed to Qin's wrath.

Chapter 1279 Deep Sea Yamato and Catching Adulterers?

Inside Yamato's room.

Sunlight streamed through the window and fell onto the bed.

The sunlight shone directly on Yamato's eyelids.

Lying on the bed, Akagi Yamato rolled over to the left and then to the right, tugged at the blankets, took a deep breath, her eyelashes fluttered, and she slowly opened her eyes.

A faint purple light flashed almost imperceptibly in Yamato's amethyst-like eyes.

Yamato Fukami lay on the bed, first looking at the sunlight outside the window with some confusion, then she stretched deeply.

"Ah... um... it's already morning... but it feels like I slept all day..."

After stretching, Yamato Fukami yawned and rolled out of his bed.

There was a pop.

"oops!"

Yamato fell off the bed and landed on the ground.

The fall completely dispelled Yamato's sleepiness. He scratched his head and sat up from the floor with a confused look on his face.

Yamato looked around the room, a puzzled expression on his face.

In the memories of Yamato in the deep sea.

I should still be in the courtyard of the newbie garrison in Chapter 6, accompanying Xiaobai on his expedition to conquer the sea.

I live in a small bungalow in a traditional courtyard house. There's no electricity, no water, no Wi-Fi, nothing but a small white suitcase, and not even a large Simmons bed.

"Hmm? When did the courtyard house in Chapter Six get so high-class..." Yamato Shinkai scratched his head, muttering softly, "Speaking of which, Shiro... ouch—"

As Yamato was speaking, he felt a slight stinging pain on his head, as if a hair had been pulled.

Yamato quickly raised his other hand and touched his head, then carefully withdrew the hand that had been scratching his head.

Yamato Shinkai stared blankly at his palm.

A finely crafted, elegant, shimmering silver ring, holding a strand of white hair, was slipped onto her ring finger.

"Ah...right..." Yamato stared blankly at his palm for a long time, then carefully stretched out his other hand, his fingertips tracing the ring on his ring finger. "I think...I married Shiro..."

The word "marry".

As a deep-sea amphibious vessel, the Abyssal Yamato was once difficult to understand.

After all, this is different from eating, drinking, sleeping and playing. The concept of marriage simply does not exist in the society of the deep-sea amphibious ships. During his long study career, it took Yamato a lot of time to barely understand what marriage meant.

Holding your hand, we'll grow old together.

We walk side by side, sharing joys and sorrows.

Yamato Shinkai sat on the floor, looking at the silver ring on his palm, speechless for a moment.

That being said, in her mind, it was only recently that Xiaobai gave her the wedding ring.

Why do I have this strange feeling that a lot of time has passed?

Yamato Shinkai reached out and pulled out a strand of white hair that was clipped to his ring.

A new rustling sound came from the bed.

Deep Sea Musashi's head popped out from the other end of the bed, her ruby-like eyes staring at the ring on Deep Sea Yamato's finger.

"Sister." Deep Sea Musashi leaned forward, her gaze fixed on the ring on Deep Sea Yamato's hand. "What?"

"Huh? Musashi? You're asking about this?" Yamato Fukami rubbed the ring a couple of times. "Ah, this is..."

Suddenly, Yamato Akami stiffened and turned around to look at Musashi Akami at the head of the bed.

"Holy crap, Musashi???" Yamato Akami exclaimed, mouth agape. "When did you join Chapter Six?"

“?” Deep Sea Musashi tilted his head. “This is home.”

"Home??" Yamato Akagi looked completely bewildered. "What do you mean?"

Deep Sea Musashi pointed to the window in the room.

Yamato stood up and looked out the window, following Musashi's finger.

Outside the window.

A panoramic view of the naval base plaza comes into view for the deep-sea Yamato.