Spur of the moment thoughts. Good-looking people stripping off their outer wear, like jackets and coats, but leaving their under clothes on is pretty darn hot. Sort of like teasing the 'goods' underneath.
The Commander groaned as he stepped out of his personal abode. The sun shone brightly in his face, causing him to pull the brim of his hat lower to shield his eyes.
"It's so...GODDAMN HOT!" The man yelled out to no one in particular.
-x-
In another world, Anastasia Nikolaevna Romanova sneezed.
"You all right, Anya?" Ritsuka asked the frigid-looking Caster.
She waved him off. "Don't mind me, Master. Let's go back to farming."
-x-
Back at Azur Lane, the Commander was walking to the command building. It was unfortunate that he still had work to do in this heat, but at least it wasn't too bad. Still, he had to unbutton his uniform and alternated between fanning himself with his hat or using it as a little shade for his face.
"Stupid summer heat, at least there's air conditioning in our buildings," he muttered to himself.
"Ah, hello, Commander."
"Greetings, shikikan."
Two voices- Howe and Amagi, he recognized- greeted him from behind. He turned around to politely greet them back but his words caught in his throat. He had always known they were lovely women but now-
'Goddamn hot...'
Both shipgirls were wearing their usual outfits, yes. However, the heat was unbearable enough for them to...loosen up a little.
Howe's fur-lined cape was draped over her arm, and the top part of her red jacket was undone to let her breathe a little. Amagi's red haori was also in her arm, and her dark kimono was open and hanging off her shoulders and mercifully secured by the Sakura-style (trademark pending) armor belt around her waist. The Commander got an eyeful of their curvy forms hugged tightly by their body stockings.
"He-hello, you two. Lovely weather today, eh?" He not so subtly moved his hat over the pitching tent in his pants.
"Uggh, don't you even start. It's so hot I can't even wear my usual cape. And my sister refuses to leave her room. She's pulled the curtains over the windows and shut herself in while turning up the AC." Howe fanned herself lightly as she spoke. "She never did like the summer sun blazing down on her."
"Ah, Duke of York, I presume?" The Commander guessed correctly as Howe nodded in affirmation.
"It's not too bad but still, even you loosened your uniform a little." Amagi blocked out the sun for them with her parasol just a bit, her tails fanning out to provide even more shade. Then her eyes shifted down. "Perhaps you should loosen even more, hmm?"
The Commander did not miss the teasing tone in her voice. Fortunately, Howe didn't notice yet and was saying something about her cookies melting.
"Well, I'll be fine as soon as I reach the office. AC and all, y'know?" He slowly shuffled backwards. He had to get out of this awkward predicament.
Amagi had other ideas. "Actually, shikikan, can you hold these for us?"
Before he could respond, the fox-woman dumped her red haori in his arms. Seconds later, Howe also piled her cape on top of it.
"Good idea. Just holding on to the extra layers is making me hot," said Howe as she unbuttoned her red jacket even further, exposing more of her bust. "Anyway, we've got an training exercise to go to. You can leave our stuff in your office and we'll pick them up after, all right?"
"Yeah. Sure, that's fine," the Commander blurted out. He was trying really hard not to stare at their assets and failing. "I gotta go, good luck with your exercises. See ya!"
With that said, he bolted out of there before they could even bid him their farewells. If he stayed there any longer he might just jump the two like a horn dog. He needed to get the blood pumping to other parts of his body too, he told himself. Even thought that's probably not how things worked. Of course things wouldn't be that easy for him.
"Oh, shikikan, just who I was looking for."
The Commander groaned as he got stopped again. He just wanted to get to his cool office and not be out in the sun with extra layers of clothing in his arms. "Yes, Kaga?"
"You sound upset but I'll let it slide for now. The heat must be getting to you." The white fox walked up to his side. "Huh, isn't that Amagi's haori?"
"Yes. Yes, it is. How observant."
"Hmm. I won't ask. It's not relevant."
Kaga finally stepped into his field of view and the Commander's eyes widened at the sight. The carrier was very beautiful in her usual white kimono, but now she was downright stunning without it. He didn't want to say anything for fear of Akagi possibly lurking around; he always did prefer Kaga's company out of the two. And now he was getting quite the eyeful of her bare arms, shoulders, and cleavage in her form fitting shinobi-esque outfit.
"My eyes are up here," said Kaga. She did not miss the way he oggled her body but decided to punish him later. Preferably in the privacy of her room after she sunk his fangs in him. "I'd like to file a complaint."
"Ah, what for?" He reluctantly tore his gaze from the smooth creamy expanse of her bust. "Did something happen?"
"That sister of Gray Ghost keeps calling me out," Kaga continued. "I've done nothing to offend her. I thought we were all allies now."
The Commander wracked his brain. "Uhh, which one? Salt Lake City? Hornet? Yorktown? And I thought you liked a good challenge."
"The yellow one, Hornet. I enjoy a good fight every now and then but that girl keeps buzzing around my space even when I'm trying to relax." Kaga sighed irritably.
The Commander thought back to a recent party where many shipgirls got drunk. Then he remembered how a tipsy Kaga challenged an equally tipsy Hornet to a drinking contest. Something must have happened between then and now to make the usually laid-back Hornet upset. Before he could think of an answer, he was interrupted.
"Hey! Yeah, you! The one with the white tails!" Hornet came strolling down the path towards them.
Much to the Commander's chagrin (fortune), she too had ditched her coat, basically left in nothing but a bikini top and shorts. Oh, and her gloves and boots too. Did she always have such nice legs? And that midriff of hers...
'So hot...'
"Gimme back my hat already!"
"Huh?" "Nani?"
He was so distracted by the blonde's curves that he didn't notice that her trademark hat was missing. Apparently, Kaga now had possession of it for some reason.
"Why would I have your stupid hat?"
"Cuz ya stole it from me! And it's not stupid!"
"I am no thief, and that hat would look stupid on anyone!"
"Ya callin' me stupid?!"
"You might as well be if you think I have your hat!"
The Commander could only watch as the two carriers got up in each other's face, their breasts pressing together. "Ladies, please..." 'Just kiss already!'
He shook those thoughts out of his head, trying to regain some sense of professionalism. He shifted the cape and haori around his shoulders and stepped forward. Time to put his foot down or else bombs would be dropping.
"Okay, hold on now." He bravely got between them to push them apart, mindful of their smooth skin on his palms. "Start from the beginning and tell me what happened."
So they did. Hornet's hat somehow ended up being part of a bet during their drinking contest, yet Kaga held no recollection of it. However, Hornet vaguely remembered that the hat would be returned to her if she could beat Kaga again. Again, Kaga was blackout drunk to remember her own words. Thus, leading to Hornet constantly pestering Kaga over and over.
"You should have just said so in the first place that you wanted your hat back instead of challenging me to a fight." Kaga pinched the bridge of her nose. "Even I have my limits."
"Yeah, but I was just doing what you told me to." Hornet crossed her arms, pushing up her nice bust, and tapped her foot impatiently. "So where the heck's my hat?"
"I...honestly don't know."
"For fu-"
The Commander rolled his eyes before raising his voice. "All right, stow it, the both of you!" The two carriers stopped immediately at his commanding voice. "Now, instead of fighting each other or blowing up the base, I'm ordering you to go look for that hat together. If any of you have a problem with that, you will be punished. Then Amagi and Yorktown will deal with you after. Understood?
"Yes, sir," came the simultaneous response.
"Good." He then came up with another idea. "Before you do that, take these," he pushed Amagi's haori into Kaga's hands and draped Howe's cape over Hornet's shoulders, "to my office. My secretary should already be there, so I'm going to get a drink because it. Is. God. Damn. Hot."
Without waiting for them to respond, he was already on his merry way. He unbuttoned his uniform all the way now, revealing his white undershirt to catch the breeze. It helped cool him down a bit but he really did want a drink, so he headed over to one of Akashi's little shops. Were it so easy.
"You gotta be kitten me..." he groaned.
In front of the shop were several shipgirls waiting in line, all of them having shed off some clothing in one way or the other. Baltimore and Bremerton chatted amicably as sweat ran down their fair skin, their usual hooded coats nowhere to be seen. London had switched out of her new dress to something lighter, which was just her old outfit minus the jacket and gloves, her white collar slightly undone and revealing some cleavage. Enterprise had ditched her coat, her tie hanging loosely around her unbuttoned white shirt. She was talking with Akagi of all people, whose bare shoulders glistened lightly under the sun without her black kimono.
'Why do they all look so good when it's just their jackets and coats gone?!'
The Commander abandoned his plan to get a drink and ran to the office. He had to take a detour to avoid seeing Hornet and Kaga, of course, otherwise he really might jump their bones. As fate would have it, he ended up seeing even more shipgirls in the summer heat. Pennsylvania and Arizona waved at him confusedly as he sped past them, their blue jackets fully open and hanging off their shoulders, further emphasizing their busts and midriffs. Their smooth creamy skin looked very enticing, especially with the way it contrasted with their long dark hair and sexy black bras.
He almost tripped on his feet as he saw Ise and Hyuuga take turns sparring with Kii. They grunted and shouted as they traded blows with beads of sweat flying off their exposed torsos, the toned muscles of their arms and backs nearly hypnotizing the Commander. The sister pair had decided to go without their tops and sleeves, wearing only their hakama and arm guards. Kii had let the rest of her red kimono top hang around her waist, both arms now out of their sleeves and also in arm guards. Small mercies that the battleships' bra and sarashi wraps didn't slip off somehow from their intense sparring.
The Commander breathed a sigh of relief as he finally made it to the command building. He was sweating now, even as he paced through the cool hallway to his office. Knocking on the door before opening it, he entered and slammed the door shut behind him, resting his back on the wooden frame with closed eyes.
"Finally made it..."
"Kommandant, you look tired. Are you all right?" His secretary asked.
He waved off her concern. "I'm fine. Did Kaga and Hornet stop by earlier? I told them to drop off a couple things here."
"Yes, they did." Some shuffling of papers and slight creaking of a chair. "They left the items hanging on the coat rack."
"Good, good. Do you have anything to drink, by the way? It's freakin' hot out there."
"I'm aware. Would you like some coffee? It isn't too hot, just warm enough to drink without burning yourself." He heard her stand up and walk over to the coffee machine.
"Yes, that would be fine, Mainz. Thank you." He finally cracked his eyes open. "Aww, come on..."
There in front of the coffee machine, Mainz was busy preparing his drink. Her back was turned, giving him a nice view of her form in a tight fitting black shirt. She too had found the heat uncomfortable and left her white jacket and black cape draped around the back of her chair. Her gloves were still on, the black and red colors contrasting with her light skin tone. How she managed to look so good in such simple clothes was a mystery.
"Goddamn hot..." he murmured, locking the door behind him.
The cruiser heard him. "Did you say some- kyaah!" Mainz yelped in surprise as a pair of hands held her by the hips before moving down to caress her thighs through her black skirt. "Y-you, this is improper, Kommandant! We're on the jooob~"
"Just a quick one, Mainz. Promise." He brought his hands lower to tease the exposed skin between her skirt and white stockings. "Ten minutes."
"I- the others, mmm~" Mainz blushed furiously as she felt him kiss her nape.
"They can wait their turns. You're here now."
"Ahh, fine then." She relented before pushing back with her stern. "Ten minutes, you said? We should make it thirty."
The Commander agreed before diving in. They ended up taking an hour.
END
Get it? Jacket off? Jack it off? Ahahaha.
