A/N: I'm not quite sure how Guichen's 'magic' works in-lore, if she has any at all, so take this fic with a bit of creative liberties.

That said, I had some fun writing this one, bit different than the usual stuff. Plus Guichen is terribly underappreciated, as many Azur Lane characters are.

Do enjoy~


Magic Hands

The gentle scribbling of pen across paper resonated clearly through the Commander's office.

It was a familiar, soothing sound. While many might moan about paperwork and the woes of it, he found it rather therapeutic. Compared to standing on the frontlines with his subordinates and calling out orders, the risk of being attacked a very real risk at all times, this was positively relaxing. The most stressful part of the job was just the fact the pile never seemed to shrink, but that was a given, really. Everything had to be documented extensively for liability reasons and he had to sign off on every last sheet. Part of the reason why he had a secretary, after all.

Washington was out at the moment though, leaving just him alone in the office, his mind drifting between focused and not. It was easy to get lost in the gentle hum of the radiators or waning radiance of the setting sun; streaks of amber shining in through the paned window on his left and casting rays across the room, pretty as they were calming. He was mindful to not get too lost in them though lest he lose his workflow, prompting him to refocus on the work before him.

'Damage assessment... live firing range requiring repairs, please authorise...' He ticked off on several parts before adding his signature. 'That's that, now next should be the water mains report-'

His internal musings were disrupted though as he heard footsteps nearing his office. Against the quiet backdrop of his office it was positively loud, earning his attention – the noise distinct from Washington's longer strides but not the quick patter of Javelin or her friends coming to visit him. Plus at this time of day most would be at the cafeteria, he imagined.

He didn't get the chance to ponder much longer before three knocked rapped at his door, and a familiar voice spoke through it. ''Commander, it's Guichen. Might I come in?''

''Of course.'' He had to raise his voice a little to be heard but the double doors opened all the same, allowing the aforementioned cruiser to walk on in.

Guichen was one of the newer ships he'd gotten acquainted with. A witch amidst a faction of devout believers she was an enigma because of that, but also a reminder that you couldn't lump one group into a neat little box just because of the majority. His curiosity about her 'witch' nature was probably the main reason they grew so close. It didn't hurt that she was quite attractive and willing to take a flirt just as well as she could throw some out.

He banished the thought, however; smiling at Guichen. ''What can I do for you at this late hour?''

''Nothing much, I just came to visit really.'' Guichen mused aloud, her smile small but as playful as ever. ''I hope you don't mind.''

''Not at all. I was just finishing my last batch of work anyway; it's getting late even for me, after all.'' The Commander gestured at the seat before her, the offer unspoken but easily heard.

An offer accepted. With a light hum Guichen eased herself into the seat opposite of him, pulling a book out of thin air and flipping through it languidly; reclining into the chair as she did so. The arrangement was a not-unfamiliar one; Guichen often came to chat but sometimes sitting in companionable silence was just as nice, and in the warm sunset light that was especially true.

Because of that the Commander went right back to work... or, at least he tried. Because admittedly his eyes flitted up to Guichen more than once. It was hard to not look at the beautiful cruiser after all; her beauty only accentuated by her outfit. The fact her dress split apart to openly show off her thin black panties was almost audacious, yet fitted Guichen well, he had to admit. She was the bold sort of woman who wasn't ashamed to show off a little, albeit in a more discreet manner than some.

Guichen caught his gaze then, smiling mirthfully at him, and he coughed and looked away. Work still needed his attention after all.

Still, the air felt a little too still for his liking. ''By the way Guichen...''

''Mm?''

''How does your magic work?'' He inquired with genuine curiosity. ''Like, is it a Wisdom Cube thing, or...?''

''It's hard to explain.'' Guichen mused. ''I suppose you can say I've always had intuitive knowledge of it. It's less like a tome of spells that can be learned, and more like an extension of myself – in the same way carrier planes are an extension of them, I can cast spells that are, in essence, extensions of me.''

''Of course there are limits.'' She added then, amused. ''You won't see me summoning fireballs or conjuring great summons. I'm afraid my nature as a 'witch' is much more limiting; you'll hardly see more than magic bolts from me. Although I do know a little telekinesis.''

''You could've led with that.'' He drawled, earning a giggle from the witch. ''Wanna give a demonstration?''

''As you wish.'' Lifting her right index finger she pointed it at his right hand – and to his surprise his pen slipped out of his grip, levitating in front of his face. ''Satisfied?''

''Is that your limit?'' The Commander wondered aloud.

Guichen tittered. ''If you're asking if I can lift an entire Siren ship out of the water, then no, I cannot do that. A person seems to be about my limit. Though that doesn't mean I can't interact with a person...''

She lowered her finger and pointed it at his desk, the reason unsure to him.

Until he felt what was almost like a hand on his thigh.

The Commander flinched in surprise, hissing. ''That felt weird.''

''Oh? Do you dislike it, Commander?''

''No, just... felt weird.'' He admitted, cheeks dusting pink.

Guichen giggled at that. ''Oh I can make it feel much weirder, Commander~''

He didn't get the chance to ask what she meant by that before she did it; the hand leaving his thigh only to caress his crotch. He stiffened in more ways than one, a sudden gulp forced down his throat as the invisible hand phased through his clothing and teased his cock directly – a dainty, intangible hand holding his slowly-hardening cock and stroking it. Fascinatingly it mimicked Guichen's hand movements; when her index finger rose so too did her phantom hand, and when she dragged that digit down her hand fell with it, stroking his cock even with several feet of distance between them.

''Guichen, that-''

''Fufu, is it unpleasant, Commander~?''

It wasn't. He swallowed back his protest, not wanting to upset her, but they really shouldn't be doing this. But at the same time he couldn't deny how good it felt, the intangible hand unseen and seeming to disobey the laws of physics, yet still easily worked his cock. The hand actually felt like a near-perfect copy of Guichen's, he realised in the back of his mind, shivering as she moved her digit faster, jerking him off outright.

She slowed then, moving her fingertip only slightly and making her phantom hand jerk off only the top half of his cock, the tip aching from the stimulation. Then she repeated the process on the lower half of his cock, kneading and tugging on the swollen base before going back to full-length strokes, her finger moving faster and hastening her strokes in turn. The fact she was looking at him the whole time, visibly amused, only made it more arousing.

''Guichen, this-'' His throat closed up, pleasure shuddering through him.

''Oh Commander~''

The teasing call lured his gaze away from the ceiling and back onto her – and he felt like he might bust then and there as she pulled her panties to one side, her cheeks rosy as she flashed him. Nether lips with a tuft of silver hair above them presented themselves to him, the sight of her sex only feeding his arousal, any thoughts of work perishing by the second as she gave him an indirect handjob.

''Hehe, you like that sort of thing, hm?'' Guichen teased lightly without stopping her finger. ''You know the next time we take a walk I could generate a little wind; enough to flip a few skirts for you, if you'd like~''

He didn't dare answer, but the look on his face betrayed him; her titter confirming she'd do it next time they were out. The thought only fed his pleasure, his cock throbbing in her phantom hand as he imagined what he'd see. Javelin's perky behind in white underwear, Dido's more shapely rear, or perhaps if he was lucky Sheffield would get caught up in the breeze. He heard she went commando and was curious if that was true.

Such thoughts fled his mind though as Guichen suddenly stopped her finger; the handjob ceasing too. He groaned at that, his cock left rock-hard and aching from her touch, but the moment he went to stroke his cock too her invisible hand swatted his away. The message was clear – no touching himself. He obeyed with burning cheeks, some part of him still arguing he should put a stop to this now while he still had his sanity.

A prospect foiled as Guichen smiled teasingly at him and formed a ring with her thumb and index finger, then curled her other three fingers in, the gesture as if she was holding a shaft. She brought her hand down and he felt something graze his tip, like a pair of lips parting.

'Oh hell-'

His thoughts ceased as Guichen gently lowered her hand, and enveloped his cock with a phantom pussy. The sensation was startling yet unquestionable pleasurable, his expression drawn tight as inch after inch of his dick was engulfed, until soon his entire length was inside. It was almost like a fleshlight in a sense but so much more real – ironic for it being a magick. Yet there was no denying how real it felt, his throat growing dry as Guichen lifted her hand and brought it back down, the sensation almost like he was going balls-deep in a woman. The tightness, the heat, even a bit of stickiness; the sensations were replicated perfectly.

''How did-'' Once more he couldn't finish his sentence.

Guichen answered all the same, smiling mirthfully as she did so. ''I based it off of myself, of course.''

So she was basically riding his cock right now via a projection. The thought sent fresh shudders roiling through him. Though she started slow she moved her hand with growing swiftness, her own hips rocking then as if to really sell the image she was riding him from across his desk. Did she feel it too, he wondered as he grunted? Did she feel his cock in her, or was she just getting excited by the sight of him in such bliss?

He didn't know – and didn't get the chance to ask before he heard footsteps nearing his office. Guichen heard them too and quickly tucked her panties back into place, her book brought close to her chest to hide her hand-

-and then Washington barged brashly through the doors, a confident stride to her gait as ever. ''I'm back Commander. Just coming to drop off some things though.''

''R-Right.'' The Commander coughed and, with some effort, tucked his chair into his desk more.

Washington quirked a brow first at him, then at Guichen. ''Am I interruptin' something?''

''No no, we were just talking about my rigging.'' Guichen smoothly deflected, her smile kind and patient. ''The Commander was just finishing up his work now too; he's developed a slight headache due to the heat.''

Just then she resumed moving her hand, hiding the motion behind her book. He almost cursed at that, his face hot as he felt her pussy envelop his cock once more, the slow bob making his cock throb and twitch. Doubly so as she became daringly quick, her hand moving in smaller but faster motions, stimulating his aching tip as it bumped against her innermost parts. He tried to keep his breathing level but it was impossible, especially when his head was full of ideas of Guichen bouncing on his dick, her thighs on either side of his lap, her breasts in his face and her titters in his ear-

''Oi, Commander?''

He flinched at the call and looked over at Washington. ''A-Ah, sorry, was busy thinking over something.''

''Uh-huh. Sure.'' Washington didn't believe him. ''Want me to call Vestal over?''

''No, I'm f-fine.'' His voice strained and he feigned a cough, massaging his throat. ''Some water wouldn't hurt though.''

Washington hummed an acknowledgement and turned her back on him, walking over to the water cooler in the corner of the room. His eyes flitted to Guichen just as she smiled mischievously, her hand working faster and with a slight twist, like she was grinding herself on his lap with every bounce, his cock squeezed between her phantom vaginal walls, coaxing a rush of heat up his cock-!

And then he came. With a hand over his mouth he hunched forth, flinching and trembling as he nutted in his boxers, his cum phasing through the phantom pussy squeezing him so tightly. It was euphoric, nearly going cross-eyed as she kept grinding down on his dick, wringing him for every last spurt of seed she could milk out of him. His eyes flitted hurriedly to Washington as she filled a plastic cup and he drew in a deep breath, practically humping the air in the tail-end of his orgasm, his breathing slowing as the intense rush eased off.

By the time Washington filled a cup and brought it over his orgasm was over, but he was still quite flushed. She quirked a brow at him but didn't say anything, apparently trusting him to voice his woes if he thought them serious. He smiled his thanks at that, trying to hide how winded he was even as he accepted the cup and took a quick sip, then another after that; using them to hide the deep breaths he needed to inhale between gulps.

''Hn. Well I'm out again. I'll be back before closing though to drop off the stuff from Saratoga.'' Washington shrugged then. ''See ya.''

''S-See you.''

With a casual gait Washington walked out, the doors thumping shut behind her and leaving him alone with Guichen once more.

''Haah, that was close...'' The Commander puffed out, shooting a light glare at his smiling subordinate. ''Risky too.''

''The risk just made it more exciting, no?'' Guichen pointed out, and at his silent blush she giggled. ''Here, then, let me give you one more 'service'~''

She raised her hand again but only curled her thumb and index finger, her smile wicked as she brought it to her lips – and he gasped as his tip was enveloped by something hot and wet. His eyes went to her open mouth then and he connected the dots just as Guichen took him in deeper, the wind practically knocked out of him as she gave him a telekinetic blowjob. Even though nothing was in her mouth he could feel every little detail, from the lips that grazed his cock to the tongue that pressed up against the underside of his shaft.

''G-Gui-'' He couldn't get another syllable out before a moan escaped him, his sensitive cock taken into her mouth.

However he wasn't entirely submissive. With some effort he put his hands on the desk and hauled himself to his feet, his legs shaking as Guichen merrily continued to suck on his cock – her eyes full of mirth as she sucked and licked at thin air, the sensation transferring to his actual dick. Every lick, every breath, even the wetness of her saliva felt so real atop his cock, a moan escaping him as he stumbled around his desk to face her.

With heavy breaths he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, dropping them then and there – his boxers, messy with cum, falling too and revealing his erect cock. It twitched in tandem with her sucks and he could only groan as he moved in closer, a lewd idea in mind as his twitching tip came to bump against her hand – and with a titter Guichen dipped her head, her lips to her fingers as leaned forwards – and then took his cock into her mouth directly.

The sensation was unlike anything he'd felt before. Two overlapping mouths engulfed his cock in tandem in a phantasmal double-blowjob, the air knocked out of him from the strange yet exciting sensation. He held onto the desk behind him for support, legs shaking as Guichen merrily bobbed her head and sucked him off, her lips grazing his twitching shaft as she cleaned off the cum clinging to it, leaving her shiny spit to coat him in return.

''H-Hah, crap...!'' The Commander gasped out, groaning a moment later as he rocked his hips, thrusting himself into her mouth.

Guichen didn't protest, humming as his groin bumped against her curled fingers and left him hitting the back of her throat – the occasional grunt and warbled swallowed resulting but no gags. It just fed his growing orgasm, the salacious feeling of a double blowjob so intense he couldn't think straight; helplessly thrusting into her mouth and knocking her witch hat off in the process, tempting him to hold the back of her head instead.

''Hah, Guichen, your mouth is too...'' The Commander trailed off and groaned, her sucks becoming more insistent. ''I-I'm gonna-!''

She didn't stop, her sucks becoming wet, sticky slurps along his length, the sound the nail in the coffin for him. He tried to endure her magic blowjob, to resist the sensation of two pairs of lips sliding along his cock, but he couldn't; his mind purged white – and then he came, moaning as he busted his load in her mouth hand down her throat. Guichen held onto his hip with her free hand but her right remained raised, letting him thrust his dick through the portal-like gesture and into her mouth, spilling gush after gush of semen onto her tongue.

She swallowed it all. Every last drop was gulped down and not a speck left her lips, even when he pulled out, panting as he stood before her with a saliva-coated cock and with his whole body shaking. He watched the witch breathlessly as she neatly wiped her lips dry and smiled at him, the gesture so simple yet so wicked after what she'd just done.

A telekinetic blowjob. He'd never heard of anyone experiencing that kind of thing before, so he supposed he was a trailblazer in that field.

However even after two back-to-back orgasms his dick wasn't settling down. How could he, after all that?

And how could he, when he had Guichen right in front of him?

A burst of boldness overcame him and without missing a beat he took Guichen's hand and pulled her to her feet; giving her no chance to react before he spun them around, pushing her up against his desk. His cup of pens was knocked over and some documents fell to the floor but he hardly cared in that moment; pushing himself between her legs and earning a coo from the cruiser herself, her dainty hand tucking her black panties to one side to expose her slit.

''Go on Commander.'' Guichen whispered to him then. ''One last round. Make it count~''

He groaned at her teasing words and rubbed his tip along her slit, feeling her wetness – and then penetrated her. She moaned openly and he quenched it with a sudden kiss, the lip-lock earning him a slight smile from the cruiser as she reciprocated, her moan muffled by the kiss. He sheathed himself practically all the way inside of her before pulling back, feeling her pussy grip him as he pistoned back-and-forth.

While he'd already felt her pussy with her telekinesis, doing it with her properly felt so much hotter – perhaps, in part, because she was actually there. Her thighs on either side of him as he rutted into her, her stomach tensing as he drove into her depths, her plump chest heaving within the confines of her top – and of course her pink lips curling up into a smile as he fucked her raw on his desk, like this was part of the plan all along.

Whether it was or not, he didn't care; too lost in his lust to think straight. Thus without a word of complain he mashed his lips unto hers, groaning into her mouth as he pistoned himself between her legs; sheathing himself in her hot, clenching vice and feeling her insides grip him in return. Dimly he heard several more objects fall off of his desk, the furniture itself rocking from his rough, wild thrusts but hardly tempting him to slow down, not when his overstimulated cock was slamming into her.

''Mm!'' A sentiment shared by Guichen, her legs locking behind him. ''Hehe... we both know where you want to finish, Commander~''

He could only groan at that. Logic told him to pull out, to at least cum on her groin or something, but he couldn't – the slick, sticky grip of her insides all but begging for him to spill his seed inside of her. The idea only became more tempting as those thick thighs of hers pressed into his hips, coaxing him inside of her more and more, going balls-deep in her witch pussy and loving the moans he fucked out of her.

As did he love the sounds of their bodies meeting. The lurid squelch of his cock sinking into her, the loud slap of his hips hitting her thighs; all of it just fed the roiling need building in his shaft. His orgasm teetered closer with every desperate thrust, her insides conforming around his cock in a snug, oppressive squeeze – but a desire, a need to make her cum too brought his right hand low, his thumb finding her clit and flicking it.

The sudden stimulation made Guichen moan, the sharp notes ringing out as he stimulated the bundle of nerves while he fucked her – short rough thrusts hilting him in her depths, the plapping thrusts leaving the witch panting for breath, her sensual demeanour crumbling as he brought her close to orgasm. His own edged in, his desperate thrusts pushing him to his peak, the chain reaction started as he pounded her raw.

''Hng- yes!''

When with a gasp Guichen peaked and so too did he not a moment later, his cock sheathed deep in her as he came. The hot grip of her pussy propelled his orgasm to new heights of ecstasy, his mind bereft of thought as he simply nutted in her – his hips jerking and jolting forth, grinding his cock against her depths as he creampied her, untold amounts of semen spurted into her clingy pussy.

His sensitivity was such that he had to pull out immediately after, a soft hiss fleeing his lips as echoes of pleasure travelled along his aching shaft. His eyes were drawn down to her loins, then; spying the deluge of white that overflowed from Guichen's ploughed cunt, her twitching thighs only accentuating the sight and stirring the fires of arousal in him, but multiple orgasms was enough to quell his erection; his cock soon going soft.

''Mm...'' A hum from the cruiser lured his gaze to her face. ''A magnificent performance, Commander. I think I'll leave you to your work now. Although...''

Rising to her feet Guichen smiled at him, one finger tapping his chin. ''Should you require my services in future, please feel free to summon me – I've got many more spells I could cast upon you, after all~''

Then with a merry titter she passed him by, panties tucked back into place to hide the creampie he'd given her.

Leaving him simultaneously satisfied, and craving her even more.

But alas work remained, and so with a long sigh the Commander went about tidying up his mess, trying – in vain – to purge Guichen's offer from his mind.

[END]