Chapter 13
September 7th, 2023: Late evening -
At the top of the unnamed island settlement's tallest watchtower.
"...Y'know, I'm kinda amazed we were even allowed up here... and with all these snacks and drinks Mr. Barrie gave us too..," Liam muttered to no one in particular as he looked out at the evening sky dyed in the colors of the setting sun in a vivid display of orange, red, blue and violet before taking another bite out of an extra spicy chicken sandwich before turning to look around at the three strangely quiet, lost in thought shipgirls sitting on either side of him with Jean Bart to his left while New Jersey and Alabama sat on his right. '...Hm?'
Liam was about to ask what was wrong when Jean Bart, the strangely most passionate and emotional of the three, spoke up first.
"...Hey, Commander."
"Hmm? What's up?"
Hearing the oddly quiet tone in her voice, the other two two shipgirls turned to look at their fleet sister as well, also curious about what was on on her mind.
"..."
"...Jean Bart?"
Jean Bart just shook her head and let out a small sigh before finally speaking.
"...Sorry. I was just thinking about everything you said to that rude human before we left..."
"What about it?"
"...Just that, before coming here, I didn't quite get how much the Sirens had upended up yours and everyone else's lives so badly. I mean, you even lost touch with your little sister too. She's your only family left, right?"
"Huh? Yeah... So that's what's been on your mind then, huh?"
"Well, that and I'm still kinda pissed at that jerk for calling you a plain looking nobody...!"
"Wow Jeanie. You can really hold a grudge, can'tcha?" New Jersey remarked with a chuckle.
"Oh, like you're any better! I mean, weren't you just telling me that we should 'give him a tour of the Liberty's main cannons' earlier?"
"Did I? Oh yeah, guess I did, huh... haha!"
"Wait, what? But you guys weren't saying anything at all when that whole thing happened, right?"
"...Oh, right. You don't really know about our 'Joint Tactical Network', do you Honey?"
"Huh? Um, I mean... I think Akashi or someone might've mentioned something about it...? Maybe..?"
New Jersey and Alabama giggled while Jean Bart just smiled slightly while shaking her head at Liam's less than reliable answer.
"Yeah. Wordin' aside, it's basally just a form of telepathy us shipgirls have access to, but only for us sisters in the same fleet," Alabama explained after finishing off a few her own snacks. "Mmm~! Man these are some good cheicken tenders!"
Yes, shipgirls could really pack it away. Fortunately, Liam appreciated a girl with a healthy appetite. Incidentally, his little sister was much the same way with good food too.
"Huh, well that's pretty cool, and handy too," Liam said, impressed that these already overpowered beauties had even more tricks up their sleeves. Still, he couldn't help but be curious about something. "Wait, does that mean that you can't use that method to talk to other shipgirls who have other Commanders then? So how would we coordinate things mid-operation if we needed to? Like, in the heat of battle or in case we need to make snap adjustments?"
This time, it was Jean Bart who answered, nodding in approval at Liam's thoughtful question.
"Not under normal circumstances, no. Naturally, there are some exceptions though of course, like in the case where fleets have to work together in temporary joint operations or more long term 'combined fleets'. Of course, until we have shipgirls from another fleet to try those exceptions out with, it's all just theoretical knowledge we have as shipgirls," the crimson eyed brunette explained with a shrug.
"Makes sense," Liam replied. "Definitely something to keep in mind anyway. Makes me curious about those other Commanders though, not gonna lie."
"Anyway, that's enough of that all serious stuff... Like, can't we just enjoy the view of the setting sun and the obviously sweet and romantic mood we have here?" New Jersey asked, blue eyes sparkling and equally long, blue hair hair gently swaying in the early autumn evening breeze, now with a glass of brandy in hand.
Funny how a bit of alcohol(which doesn't really work on shipgirls, but still), the right mood, and the right company can get things to shift so quickly... Oh, and a little sneaky, 'shoulder devil whispering in the ear' prodding from some of their sisters.
"Huh, someone's in a good mood! But yeah, I agree with Jersey. The settin' sun really is pretty, y'know?" Alabama remarked in that usual calm, 'my pace', tone of hers... a drink of her own in one hand and a half eaten sandwich in the other.
Jean Bart, deciding to just go with the flow, smiled and nodded. "...Oui, I agree. And I must admit that the whole situation makes for a really good date, heh. Almost makes me wanna thank that fool from the bar for gettin' permission for us to have the place to ourselves... almost. Still gonna punch him the next chance I get though."
"But hey, at least he apologized, so it's all good... an' wait, why are you an' Jersey getting all close to Liam like that?" Alabama began before noticing what her two fleet sisters were doing.
"... Hm? And whatever do you mean, dear sister?" Jean Bart innocently asked back, a slender and delicate eyebrow raised raised ever so slightly.
"...Tch! Playin' all innocent, huh? Fine then! Imma take the best seat in the house all for myself then!"
...
*plop!*
And without another word and capitalizing on the brief window of opportunity, Alabama, much to everyone's surprise simply and casually...
"... Eh?"
"No way!"
"...Whoa!"
... made herself nice and very, very comfortable on Liam's then open lap. Naturally, the toned, tanned silverette made sure to subtly emphasize her happiness at that little win by... 'adjusting' herself on her new favorite seat.
"Hehe~! I can see why Zap Happy is so eager to sit here all th' time~ By th' way, how you feelin' Commander~?"
*... rub, rub~*
"...!" 'Holy shit! Is she... Yeah, she is! She's totally rubbing her her gloriously beautiful ass against my crotch...! Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!'
"...Honey? You alright?"
"...H, Huh...? O, Oh! Yeah, I'm good. Just, just a little nervous...! I mean, kinda living the dream here... Three beautiful, out of my league girls giving all their attention to one truly undeserving loser like me...? Yeah, it's honestly all.. a bit much for me to process..."
*...rub, rub, rruubb*
"...!" '...Shit! Shitshitshit...!'
Liam would never, even under penalty of death, admit this... but just like any other man against the earnest ministrations of the fairer sex who know exactly what 'buttons' to push...
'SHIT, HER ASS FEELS SO FUCKING SOFT...!'
"...Heh~!" Alabama, feeling the success of her efforts not so subtly poking her in her soft and toned booty, couldn't help but smirk at her little victory.
"...Commander? Seriously, are you alright?" Jean Bart finally asked, a hint of concern in her voice seeing how... distracted, he seemed.
"Oh, uh... I'm good," Liam managed to reply after needing a few moments to get his words and jumbled thoughts in order. "Just, not exactly the most experienced with women is all so, um... there's a, a lot to get used to... is all."
"Funny you'd say that considering how much practice you get with all of us, and don't think we haven't noticed you checking out our legs and asses, Honey~"
"And not to brag, but I must confess that I do have a damn nice pair of legs, heh!"
"...Urgh... Okay, sure... fine, whatever! How the hell did things end up like this...!?"
Enjoying the sight of their very flustered(and, to them at least, very cute) Commander squirm under their attention and whatever Alabama was doing, the ever energetic and friendly buxom bluenette and normally stoic and ever serious brunette simply decided to move in a little closer and let nature take its course.
...
*...Smooch~* (x3)
- Meanwhile, with Belfast, Prinz Eugen, and Enterprise -
"...Oh~? Looks like they made their move~ " Prinz Eugen chirped up, a mischievous glint in her charming, amber eyes that only served to enhance her characteristic, teasing ever present smirk. 'And I didn't even have to try all that hard either...! Wunderbar~ '
"...Lady Eugen?" Enterprise asked while coming back from speaking with a pair of locals... who were really, really happy to meet the mysterious and beautiful 'shipgirls' they'd only heard stories about. '..Oh, but that look in her eyes...! I, I'm really glad Bel is here with us. Hopefully, she can keep her from doing anything too outlandish...'
"Hm? Oh, Frau Enterprise. Well, anything good? Some juicy gossip or rumors, perhaps?"
Enterprise shook her head. "No, nothing too interesting I'm afraid. Just a little bit of this and that about the island and a few of its neighbors they can still trade with. Anyway, what's with that look in your eyes?"
"Oh? And whatever do you mean by 'that look' in my eyes, hmm~?"
"She means the look you have whenever you get to something... interesting," Belfast answered while coming out of the shop Prinz Eugen was waiting out in front of. "Were I to venture a guess, I suspect that it has something to do with our dear Master and the others, yes? Oh, you wouldn't be spying on them, now would you...? Or, perchance playing the snake in the garden tempting poor and innocent maidens to take a bite out of the forbidden fruit?"
Instead of a reply, Eugen's smirk simply grew just a tiny bit bigger, earning a slight shake of the head from Belfast and a quiet little gasp from the bespectacled maid next to her, sleeve covered hands over her mouth in surprise.
"...Lady Eugen? Bu, but! We promised we would keep our network channels closed and let them have their privacy...!"
"Hm? Oh, did we now? Well, it must've slipped my mind then. Entschuldigung~"
"So? What did you do then? Give them a little push? Which one? Miss New Jersey? Or Miss Alabama? Surely you didn't try to get Lady Jean Bart to try anything! No, not her...!"
"...Bel? Um, why do you have the same look in your eyes as Lady Eugen...?"
"Well? What about you, Frau Belfast? Which one of them did you try to tempt, hmm~?"
"Come now, Lady Eugen. I did ask first, no?"
"Oh, well fair enough," Eugen conceded with a faux defeated little shrug.
Sadly, all the poor bibliophile could do was stand their and shake like a leaf in the presence of these two scheming vixens who live to mess with people and sow chaos every chance they got.
'Oh, I really don't like the look in their eyes...!'
"Alabama actually. Oh, but nothing too bold though, so don't worry. All I said was to keep her eyes open and any opening she could, that's all," clarified the twintailed silverette. "Honestly, I didn't think she'd just go along with it, but when you're in the same group as those two... well, 'early bird gets the worm', as they say~"
Belfast nodded, not at all surprised by her friend and fellow tease addict's actions.
"So? Who did you play the shoulder devil for, hmm?"
"Actually. I just let the others back on the Liberty or exploring the island know about our dear Master's impromptu little outing, that's all. I suspect that everyone's listening in on them as we speak... if not trying to outright spy on them. Like say, Miss Eldridge, perhaps? Or maybe even Miss Akagi and Miss Taihou."
"...You didn't...!"
"Oh but I most certainly did!"
Prinz Eugen simply burst out laughing, not even caring that she'd been outdone like that while Enterprise, the poor dear, was left looking at the buxom Head Maid with wide eyes and a mouth hanging wide open in sheer disbelief at the chaos her fellow Royal Maid just nonchalantly admitted to unleashing.
- Meanwhile -
Aboard the Liberty-
"...Hmph!"
Literal (electric blue) sparks were violently discharged in every direction, trailing behind their less than pleased maker as Eldridge, in a very rare display of pure rage, paced about around the now practically empty living quarters with only a napping Anchorage and Laffey brave enough to stick around as she tried to think of ways to get back at her sisters for leaving her out of all the fun... Oh, the zapping would be a glorious sight to behold, divine punishment from the heavens above even.
*... Crackle, crackle, ZAP*
Oh, she would absolutely make sure of that, yes she surely would. Thankfully the other shipgirls, especially the submarines, just thought up ways to score dates of their own and who to group up with instead... although, Akagi and Taihou's thoughts weren't too far off from the little blonde's.
"...Stupid, rock, paper, scissors...!" darkly muttered the blonde little zapper as she continued to pace back and forth while plotting ways to reclaim her rightful spot on Liam's lap. '... My lap! Mine! Hmph! .. A date too...! With Commander, Laffey and Anchorage..!'
- Back with Liam and the others -
A little while later, along the main street of the island settlement.
As much fun as it would be for the girls to just... let nature take its course with their dear Commander, they still had a job to do. Besides, there would be plenty of time for all that later when they met back up with the others. After all, it was something of an unwritten fleet rule to share as many experiences together as they could. In the end, the most Jean Bart, New Jersey, and (especially) Alabama did was edge the poor bastard to the very brink and enjoy watching him squirm(well, Alabama did get to enjoy the sensation of sweet, plump booty getting poked by the poor, pent up bastard's hard on poking her as if begging to be let in though).
"...!"
"Honey? What's wrong?" New Jersey asked as she noticed Liam shudder... for some reason.
"I uh, suddenly got the feeling that I'm gonna get shocked again later, and not a small one either..," Liam replied, the image of small and cute, but very irate Eldridge make her displeasure known with zapping... lots and lots of zapping.
...They had absolutely no idea that Belfast shared some of what they were up to through her own private Joint Tactical Network channel either... and all just because she could too.
Jean Bart just chuckled. "Heh! Knowing her, she most definitely won't like being left out like this so there's a very high chance of that happening... to all of us. Oh, but don't you worry my dear Commander~ This big sister here will keep the big bad little lightning rod away from you, okay~?" the brunette said, unable to keep from adding in a little teasing her usually calm and collected voice. 'Still, that one's temper is no joke... Hm, I wonder if I should take a page from Belfast and bribe her with a snack or something. Oh, but I might need a lot of them though...'
While Jean Bart was lost in her thoughts, New Jersey noticed Alabama had stopped walking and was looking at a house on their left.
"Hm? Whatcha looking at? Oh, is that Mr. Mason?" New Jersey asked, coming up from behind with a now equally curious Liam and Jean Bart in tow.
"Just wonderin' what the old guy's doin' with them little kids 's all," replied the tanned silverette.
Just then, one of the children noticed Liam and the others and pointed them out, getting Mayor Mason's attention and getting him to turn around to meet his new guests.
"Hm? Oh, it's you all. Anything I can help you with? Or just curious?"
"Sorry. We were just walking around to get a better feel for the island and just happened to spot you all. Well, that and I was honestly surprised to see so many children around is all," Liam said.
"Well, most of us were just the latest round of people simply trying to get away at the time. Frankly, I'm honestly amazed that as many of us made it here as we did... especially with so many children with us at the time too," answered Mayor Forest Mason, his voice calm but tinged with a hint of melancholy as he recalled those hectic, turbulent days. "We lost most of our military escorts during that time though, leaving only a few survivors like Jack and Rick behind. Oh, and Barrie told me about what happened earlier, sorry for the trouble Rick caused."
Liam shook his head. "It's fine. I mean, I'd be wondering the same things if I were him, plus the guy looked like he might've had too much to drink and just let the booze do the rest. Nothing I'm not used to."
"Good to hear. Anyway, as for these children? Well, they're the ones whose parents died actually..."
"...Oh..." Alabama and the other shipgirls really didn't know what to say to that. After all, they'd only been 'alive' for not even a week themselves so it was a lot to process and very much an eye opener to see just how 'real' the conflict between humanity and the Sirens really was... They lost the war, society was upended at every level, hundreds of thousands to millions of people having to drop everything they had to just... escape as far and as fast as they possibly could... and all while they kept dying and leaving others behind along the way...
"...So, who takes care of them then?" New Jersey finally asked while doing her best to keep her voice calm and even.
"Oh, I do mostly, along with volunteers who come in from time to time. Well, I suppose it's something of a community project more than anything else. Heh, the little brats keep us on our toes and the place lively so it's nice having them around. The womenfolk, especially the younger ones, sure seem to love having 'em around anyway," Mayor Mason replied with a chuckle and a warm smile on his usually tired, wizened face.
"Well, I like kids. Oh, looks like they decided to come over and say hi," Liam said, noticing the twelve or so children pulling up all their courage to try and say something to the three shipgirls.
"Hey! It's the blue haired sci-fi bunny girl lady!" one of them exclaimed, pointing at New Jersey and basically parroting what some adult lady said when they first arrived.
"Hey, is the pink haired big sis not with you?"
"You two have really pretty red eyes! Wanna be friends?"
"Hey, the Old Man said you were shipgirls... but, you don't look like boats though..."
"You're gonna fight and beat the Sirens right?"
"Can you do that thing big sis Sara can, y'know, with the big floating guns and stuff?"
"You mean their riggings, right?"
"Yeah, that! C'mon, show us!"
"What else can shipgirls do?"
Children, as always, were lively, curious and full of questions. Then again, this was a good thing, at least Liam, old man Mason, and the shipgirls thought so.
"Hahaha~! Looks like my reputation as the super sexy space bunny has reached far and wide! Alright then kiddos! How about this!"
Really leaning into the magical girl, sci-fi bunny girl bit, New Jersey, hands at her hips, smiled broadly before bathing herself in a flash of bright blue light that signaled the use of the nanomaterial that made up her clothing and rigging to change into something... a little more stage appropriate. After all, if a Siren fighting sci-fi bunny girl was what they wanted, then a Siren fighting sci-fi bunny girl is what these little brats were going to get.
"...Holy shit, she really did turn into a Siren fighting sci-fi bunny girl!" Old Man Mason exclaimed as he took in the breathtaking sight of the blue haired beauty brandishing her rigging complete with its signature blue ring of light behind her that, to the mayor and children, looked like some kind of angel's halo which, oddly enough, contrasted quite nicely with the suggestive and skintight risque outfit she now had on.
'...That is one glorious ass!' was all Liam could think however as he burned the image of her stocking clad beautiful booty into his memory and very soul. Yes, as with many men out there in the world, Liam Archer had his preferences... and those preferences were with a woman's plump booty, shapely, legs, and inviting thighs. Of course, preferences aside, he found that overall aesthetic balance mattered more than any one feature to a woman. Well, as far as looks were concerned at least; after all, personality could make or break a woman's true beauty. More than anything though, he was just happy that it wasn't just him who appreciated these girls as he glimpsed the looks of wonder and admiration on the children's faces as they bounded over and crowded around New Jersey making silly poses the entire time, much to Alabama's amusement and Jean Bart's exasperation.
"...Shipgirls are really something else, huh? I mean, it's one thing to hear stories about them, but to see the real thing? ...Wild," Mayor Mason commented as he stepped back and stood next to a proudly grinning Liam. "And then there's you, their Commander. I may not have worded it like Rick did, but seriously, how the hell does something like this happen in real life...?"
"...Y'know, I wonder the same thing whenever I hear someone win one of those crazy high lottery jackpots. Y'know, those guys who win like $200,000,000 or whatever? I mean, I know it's not really the same scale here but you get what I mean, right?" Liam clumsily explained.
Old Mason nodded, understanding what Liam meant. "Fair enough. Still, I'd take this over winning the lottery any day... Well, if I were a few decades years younger and not happily married anyway, hehe. Oh to be young!"
Meanwhile...
"Hey, hey! So which one of you is the strongest? Is it you? Or the lady with the pretty silver hair? Maybe the big sister over there?"
"...I'll bet all my allowance and popsicles that the super bunny lady is the best!"
"Nuh uh! It's totally the big sis with the ponytail! I mean, she just looks super tough!"
"No way! It's the one with the pretty silver hair! She looks super strong!"
One after the other, the group of twelve children innocently threw their lot in with who they felt was the strongest... only to end up with an even split of four children to each amused shipgirl. Even the normally stoic and serious Jean Bart couldn't help but smile. Really, she'd never admit it, but it felt damn good to have such innocent admiration and praise thrown her way. Yeah, cheering kids were a good boost to the ego sometimes.
"Hahaha! Looks like we have a tie on our hands, huh?" New Jersey cheerfully observed, gently patting one of the children on the head. "But, uh... how do we decide things then? Not like we can duke it out here or whatever, right?"
"... 's a good question..," Alabama agreed, arms folded and deep in thought.
Jean Bart, on the other hand, just shrugged.
"Why not? I mean, obviously we can't be sluggin' it out here and whatnot, but the idea itself isn't bad."
"...Huh?" (x2)
Jean Bart chuckled, not at all surprised by her sisters' reaction. "Simply put, we put on a show. Not just for the brats here, but for the whole island. An exhibition match to show the people here just what we shipgirls can do. Hell, we make it a tournament and put Liam up there as the prize and I'm sure-"
"Oi!"
"-the others will jump on board. It'll even let everyone vent a bit of their stress too, provided we get the go ahead from the Mayor first, of course," the brunette explained before turning to the older man in question.
"...Hmm. That's, not a bad idea actually," the older ex-teacher turned mayor said while thoughtfully stroking his stubbled chin. "Doing it a little way from the island should work too. Oh, but won't that take awhile to set up though?"
Alabama shook her head. "Nah, we shipgirls have our ways so we should be able to set the whole thing up as soon as tomorrow afternoon if we try! We're jus' good like that...!" she added with a lazy thumbs up.
"Oh, well if that's the case, then I'll spread the word for everyone to gather at the beaches on the opposite side of the island. You sure though? I mean, it's a great idea but there's no need to rush." Mayor Mason then turned to Liam. "What do you think about all of this?"
"It's honestly kinda sudden, yeah. But Jean Bart has a point. We could definitely take care of a whole lot of things at once this way. Hell, it's damn good effective marketing too. Good for building up a reputation with prospective clients and all that. Plus, me and the girls need all the training and experience we can get so yeah, it's fine. If they say they can get everyone on board by tomorrow, then they will."
"You have a lot of faith in them, don't you?"
Liam nodded. "Of course I do. I'm their Commander and they're my shipgirls. Besides, you guys can use this opportunity to spread the word and get our name out there. I mean, I can't guarantee we'll beat back the Sirens any time soon, but it'll give people hope. And right now, I think that's a good start."
Mayor Mason nodded. "Alright, I'll go to get things ready on my end then so come talk to me in the morning once everything's arranged."
"Will do, and thanks."
"It's fine. If anything, I must confess that I'm more than a little curious and, dare I say, excited to see what they can really do."
"Oh, don't worry. Regardless of anything else, I'm sure they'll put on a good show."
Crazy plan agreed on, Liam's group bid the mayor and kids goodnight before heading off to the inn. Naturally, the three shipgirls were busily setting things up and hashing out the details at breakneck speed with the others through the 'Joint Tactical Network' while Liam himself was giving a status update to Metis... who already knew thanks to the watch on his hand.
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Meanwhile, all across the the 'Joint Tactical Network'-
[...It's on! Our wrath will rain down on those big tiddied sisters!] 'roared' Archerfish while doing a patrol of the island's nearby waters.
[...Um, Miss Taihou...?]
[...Hai? What is it, dear?]
[...Um, nothing... Never mind...]
[Hmm? Well alright then. Anyway, I think I'll go see Akagi-chan for a bit. There's a lot she and I need to talk about... in private, of course,] said the ever giggling, ever smiling beauty as she left to look for her equally beautiful but terrifying fellow fleet sister. Meanwhile, when Black Prince was absolutely sure she was gone and out of ear shot... heaved a sigh of utter relief.
[...How does someone smile so sweetly and yet still be that terrifying at the same time...?] Black Prince muttered to no one in particular.
[Heh, be grateful she's our sister and not our enemy,] Strasser said with a mental shrug.
[What about you, Lady Strasser?]
[Hm?]
[What do you think of Lady Jean Bart and the others' idea to hold a tournament style exhibition match?]
[Me? Well, to be honest, I think it's a rather clever idea. And frankly, a little sparring will be good training for us too. See how much we've improved after our first real fight.]
[...Speaking of venting... I can only imagine how Miss Eldridge is doing with the news.]
Strasser just chuckled. [Oh, knowing her... I'm sure she's going to try and make the biggest and most flashy showing possible just so she can stake her claim over the Kommandant's lap.]
[And what about Anchorage and Laffey then?]
[Anchorage is one thing since she'd probably just think of it as playing, but I doubt Laffey will even bother. I think she'd sooner just nap through the whole thing honestly.]
[The submarines seem more than a little motivated though. Miss Ayanami and Javelin too. Oh, look, they're even out planning strategies.]
[Wait, I thought the matches were going to be one on one.]
[Miss Sheffield? Oh, um... they were, but the Commander said that there's too many of us for that and suggested we make it team matches instead, three on three. Metis agreed and that's why everyone's been pairing off.] Black Prince explained.
[But wait, there's thirty-three of us, so that would leave one sister out, right?] Black Prince asked.
[Only if everyone participated. Like I said, I don't think we'll need to worry about Laffey joining in, or Enterprise for that matter,] Strasser replied.
[That's true. That little book lover isn't really big on crowds so I don't think we'll need to worry about her joining in something like this,] Sheffield agreed.
[I wonder how many of us will end up joining in then..,] Black Prince wondered.
[My guess? I suspect over two-thirds of the fleet will participate, meaning we'll need to come up with a good roster before the night's end if we're really going to be doing this tomorrow.]
With that, a flurry of conversations and planning were being held all over the island.
- The inn: the large suite currently being used by Liam and the others -
"So? How's it coming?" Liam asked, still amazed at how well shipgirls could mentally multi-task. After all, if he hadn't known about their telepathic 'Joint Tactical Network', he'd never have guessed that everyone was busy talking to each other.
"Oh, everyone's as excited as we thought they'd be... Well, a few of them are a little worrying but still, it's going well enough," New Jersey replied from her spot on the couch next to Liam, on his right.
"Oh, I'm sure it'll be fine. Taihou and Akagi won't take things too far," Jean Bart said from her spot on Liam's left.
"Sure, but y'all are forgettin' about Little Eldridge and Archerfish. Those two are th' type who will do somethin' super crazy if it'll let 'em win, especially with Liam here as th' prize," Alabama pointed out, peacefully resting her head on Liam's lap from her spot on the floor somewhat reminiscent of a lazing cat.
"...Um girls, do you really need to use me like a pillow? I mean, I guess I don't mind too much, but... um..," Liam halfheartedly muttered, simply because he felt he should at least put up the pretense that this makes him uncomfortable. In truth, he was doing everything in his power not to get overwhelmed by how ungodly good they smelled, how soft they felt, and how hard it was making him...
"Eh, 's fine. Yer totally our huggin' pillow after all. 'Sides, we're gettin' our cuddle time in now before tomorrow when we hafta switch off with the maids and schemer queen," Alabama countered, snuggling a little closer, just for emphasis... only to hear said schemer queen's ever playful voice right behind her.
"...Oh~? 'Schemer queen' am I? Well, you aren't wrong. I certainly do love getting a rise out of people... like this~!"
"..Huh?"
And before anyone knew what was happening, Prinz Eugen, ever true to her desires and fond of messing with anyone and everyone around her, grabbed a bewildered Liam's cheeks and gave her beloved a surprise kiss, complete with her tongue forcefully invading his mouth and savoring every moment of it.
"...Mmmff!?"
"...Mmm, *kiss* Mmmm...~!"
"...!"
...
"...Mmwaahh~!"
Their kiss might have lasted only a moment, but to everyone present it might as well have been an eternity, right up until she finally let go, a silvery, sweet string of saliva trailing between their lips.
"...Ah, Das war wundervoll...~! Vielen dank, mein lieber Kommandant~!" whispered the the buxom silverette with a slight huskiness that Liam had never heard before and sending a slight shiver down his spine as the words passed through his ears and seared themselves into his soul.
Feeling the dumbstruck look on the poor man's face as proof enough oa job well done, Prinz Eugen took the chance to give the poor bastard another kiss, just because.
*...Ssmmooocchh~!*
"...Oh me, oh my. Are you alright, Master? Perhaps you need me to take care of you? Nurse you back to health, maybe?"
"Ah! She gave him another one!" New Jersey all but yelled after a delayed reaction, jolting Jean Bart back to reality before pointing a finger at the smiling silver haired maid enjoying the whole scene. "And don't you start Miss Belfast! It's still our turn!"
"...Uh..."
Naturally Liam had no idea what was going on, not even as New Jersey grabbed him and held him tightly to her well endowed chest. The only thought in his mind at that moment before he completely blanking out was... 'Holy shit her tits are soft... and warm... and is Alabama rubbing my crotch!? Y'know what, fuck it, I don't care anymore...!'
...At that point, Liam just ran on autopilot as he simply let the girls do whatever they wanted, fully aware that he couldn't stop them even if he wanted to... not that he did, but still.
...
"Fine! If it's war ya want, it's war you'll get! Nobody up and takes what's mine goddammit! Bring it ya thirsty bitches!"
...Nobody knew who it was who threw the first punch(pillow). All that mattered was that, it would be a very, very long night ahead of them.
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