Chapter 13
September 7th, 2023: Late evening - Watchtower, top level
"...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 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 were to his right. '...Hm?'
Liam was about to say something when Jean Bart, the secretly most passionate and emotional of the three, spoke up first.
"...Hey, Commander."
"...?"
Curious, New Jersey and Alabama quietly watched and waited to see what she'd say.
"..."
"...Jean Bart?"
Hearing Liam call out to her, Jean Bart 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 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?"
"So that's what's been on your mind then, huh?"
"Well, that and I'm still angry at that jerk for calling you a plain looking nobody...!"
"Wow Jeanie. You really hold a grudge, don'tcha?" New Jersey remarked with a chuckle.
"Oh, like you're any better! Weren't you the one who suggested that we should 'give him a tour of the Liberty's main cannons later'?"
"Did I? 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 at Liam's less than reliable answer.
"Well, fancy name aside, it's basally just a form of telepathy us shipgirls have access to, but limited to only those in the same fleet," Alabama explained after finishing off her snacks. "Mmm~! Man these are some good chicken 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.
"That's pretty handy," 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 ability to talk to another Commander's shipgirls then? How would we coordinate joint operations then? Like, in the heat of battle or in case we needed to make snap adjustments?"
This time, it was Jean Bart who answered, nodding in approval at Liam's thoughtful question.
"Under normal circumstances, we wouldn't be able to. Not unless we form a temporary 'joint fleet' anyway. Of course, until we find shipgirls from another fleet to work with, it's nothing but 'preinstalled knowledge' we have as shipgirls," the crimson eyed brunette clarified with a shrug.
"I see. Well, definitely still something to keep in mind for later then. Makes me curious what those other Commanders might be like though, not gonna lie," Liam said. "Sorry. Kinda random, I know, but y'know."
"Anyway, that's enough of the serious stuff... Like, can't we just enjoy the nice evening view and obviously sweet and romantic mood we have going here?" New Jersey asked, blue eyes sparkling and equally long, blue hair gently swaying in the early evening autumn breeze, glass of brandy in hand.
"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 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. Almost makes me want to thank that rude bar fool for gettin' permission to let us have the place to ourselves... almost. Still gonna punch him the next chance I get though."
"True, but 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 ever so slightly.
"...Tch! So, that's how it's gonna be, huh? ...I see. Fine! I'mma take the best seat in the house then! Hup~! "
...
*plop!*
Without another word, and capitalizing on the brief window of opportunity, Alabama simply and casually...
"... Eh...?"
"No way!"
"...Wha!?"
... made herself nice and very, very comfortable on Liam's 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 gloriously soft and 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 to process... Hehe, he...!"
*...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 knew exactly what 'buttons' to push...
'SHIT, HER ASS FEELS SO FUCKING GOOD...!'
"...Heh~!" Alabama, feeling the results of her efforts not so subtly poking her in her soft and toned booty, couldn't help but bask in her little victory.
"...Commander? Seriously, are you alright?" Jean Bart asked, a hint of concern in her voice seeing Liam's currently flustered state.
"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!" Jean Bart added, slowly running her hand down a slender leg as she showed it off to a sily looking Liam who couldn't take his eyes off the sight.
"...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 energetic and friendly buxom bluenette and normally stoic and serious brunette seized the opportunity to move in a little closer too and just let nature take its course.
...
*...Smooch~* (x3)
- Meanwhile, with Belfast, Prinz Eugen, and Enterprise -
"...Ohoh~? Looks like those three made their move~ " Prinz Eugen chirped up, a mischievous glint in her charming, amber eyes. 'And I didn't even have to try all that hard to push things along 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 ever 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 crazy...'
"Hm? Oh, Frau Enterprise. Well, anything good? Some juicy local gossip, perhaps?"
Enterprise shook her head. "No, nothing like that I'm afraid. Just the usual fare really. 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 up to something... interesting," Belfast answered while coming out of the shop Prinz Eugen was waiting 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 its forbidden fruit?"
Instead of replying Eugen's smirk instead grew ever so slightly, earning a slight shake of the head and a little sigh from Belfast and a quiet, sleeve covered gasp from Enterprise.
"...Lady Eugen? Bu, but! We promised we would let them have their privacy and mute our network channels!"
"Hm? Oh, did we now? Well, it must've slipped my mind then. Entschuldigung~ "
"So? Which one was it? Miss New Jersey? Or Miss Alabama? *clearly fake gasp* Surely not Lady Jean Bart!"
"...Bel? Um, why do you have the same look in your eyes as Lady Eugen?"
"Well? What about you, Frau Belfast? Which one 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 while sowing chaos every chance they got.
'Oh, I really don't like the look in their eyes...!'
"Alabama actually. Oh, but nothing too bold though. All I said was to keep her eyes open for any opening she could take advantage of, that's all," Eugen freely admitted. "Honestly, I didn't think she'd just go along with it, but when you're in the same group as New Jersey and Jean Bart however, well, the 'early bird gets the worm' as they say~ "
Belfast nodded, not at all surprised by her friend and fellow tease addict's logic.
"And you? Who did you play the shoulder devil for then, hmm?"
"Actually. I just let the others 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...!" Enterprise went well past surprised and into outright shocked hearing Belfast so shamelessly admit her crimes.
"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 unleashed without a care in the world.
- Meanwhile, aboard the Liberty -
"...Hmph!" '...Angry! Very, VERY angry!'
Electric blue sparks were violently discharged in every direction as they trailed behind a less than pleased Eldridge as she, in a very rare display of pure and blatant rage, angrily paced abound the Liberty's now practically empty living quarters with only a napping Anchorage and Laffey being brave enough to stick around as she thought of the countless ways she would use to get back at her sisters for leaving her out of all the fun and, more importantly, (to her at least) stealing her lap!. That's her spot dammit! Oh, the zapping will be... GLORIOUS! Oh, she would absolutely make sure to make her displeasure known, yes she would.
*... Crackle, crackle, ZAP*
'... My lap! Mine! Hmph! .. A date too...! With Commander, Laffey and Anchorage..!' darkly mentally 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.
...
The other shipgirls, meanwhile, just grouped up to brainstorm ways to score dates of their own and who to group up with instead. That said, Akagi and Taihou's thoughts weren't actually too far off from the little blonde's though.
- 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 to the very end, they still had a job to do. Besides, there would be plenty of time for all that later. 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 getting poked by the poor, pent up bastard's hard on poking her in her sweet, plump booty as if begging to be let him inside).
"...!"
"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 looming over him menacingly before mercilessly zapping him to within an inch of his life. Sadly for Liam though, he had absolutely no idea that Belfast shared some of what they were up to through the shipgirls' Joint Tactical Network. So yes, he is going to get zapped... a lot.
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... Oh but don't you worry, my dear Commander~ This big sister here will make sure to keep the big bad little lightning rod away from you," the brunette cheekily declared. 'Still, that one's temper is no joke though... 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...'
While Jean Bart was lost in her thoughts on how to deal with Eldridge's wrath, 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, followed by an equally curious Liam and Jean Bart right behind her.
"Just wonderin' what the old guy's doin' with them little kids 's all," Alabama replied.
Just then, one of the children noticed Liam and the others, getting Mayor Mason's and the other children's attention.
"Hm? Oh, it's you all."
"Hey! We were just walking around and exploring the town when we happened to see you all," Liam said. "So, what's going on?"
"Well, a lot of kids were left without parents before we arrived here because of the Sirens, so we make sure to all pitch in looking over the little brats. Besides, I did used to be a teacher y'know," The mayor answered, his voice calm but tinged with a hint of melancholy. "We lost most of our assigned military escorts during that time though, leaving behind only a few survivors like Jack and Rick. Oh speaking of which, Mr. Barrie told me about what happened earlier, sorry for the trouble Rick caused."
Liam shook his head. "It's fine. I mean, the guy just looked like he had too much to drink and just let the booze do the talking. Nothing I'm not used to."
"Good to hear. Still, I'll be sure to remind him not to bother you all during your stay here."
"Still, isn't it kinda late to be holding lessons though?" New Jersey finally asked while glancing over at the smiling and happy looking children.
"Well, even though everyone helps look after them, I'm still stuck with being their primary guardian. Naturally, this includes their education. Unfortunately because of how busy I am during the day, we can really only hold lessons in the evenings. I like teaching though, so it's not too bad," Mayor Mason replied with a chuckle and a warm smile on his usually tired, wizened face.
"I see. Oh, looks like they decided to come over and say hi," Liam said, noticing the twelve or so children plucked up all their courage to come over and try to 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 one of the adults 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 did? Y'know, the thing with the big floating guns and stuff?"
"You mean our riggings?" Jean Bart asked, a bit amused by the children's energy.
"Yeah, that! C'mon, show us!"
"What else can shipgirls do?"
Children, as always, were lively 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 bit New Jersey, with her hands at her hips, smiled broadly before bathing herself in a flash of bright blue light that signaled the activation 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 magical sci-fi bunny girl was what they wanted, then a Siren fighting magical sci-fi bunny girl was what these little brats were going to get.
"...Holy shit, she really did turn into a magical sci-fi bunny girl!" Mayor Mason exclaimed as he took in the breathtaking sight of the blue haired beauty brandishing her her new look and rigging, complete with its signature blue halo behind her that, to the mayor and children, contrasted quite nicely with the suggestive and skintight risque outfit she now had on.
'...That is one glorious ass!' was all Liam thought 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. That said, her personality was made or broke a woman's true beauty to him in the end though.
"...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 might have but seriously, you are one lucky bastard."
"Yeah, I know. Even I don't get it..," Liam replied, scratching the back of his head and wondering the same thing himself.
Mayor Mason chuckled seeing the sheepish look on the young Commander's face. "Fair enough. Well, if I were a few decades younger and not happily married, I'd probably be very jealous of you too. But yeah, I'm happy where I'm at. You can have all that trouble, haha!"
Meanwhile, with the children and shipgirls.
"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! Believe it!"
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 honest admiration and praise thrown her way. Yeah, kids were awesome like that sometimes
"Hahaha! Looks like we have a tie on our hands, huh?" New Jersey observed with a hearty laugh, gently patting one of the children on the head. "But, uh... how do we decide a winner then? Not like we can duke it out here or whatever, right?"
"... 's a good question..," Alabama agreed, arms folded, brow furrowed and deep in thought.
Jean Bart just shrugged not really seeing the problem. "I mean, obviously we can't be sluggin' it out here and whatnot, but the idea itself isn't bad. So yeah, why not?"
"...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 on the water just a little ways from the beach from the other side of the island should work for it 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 good to go as soon as tomorrow afternoon if we don't get sidetracked!" she added with a lazy thumbs up.
"Oh, well if that's the case and you're sure you can get everything set up on your end, then I'll spread the word for everyone to gather at the beach on the opposite side of the island." Mayor Mason then turned to Liam. "What do you think about all this?"
"Well, it's not like I actually have any say here but like Jean Bart brought up, we could definitely take care of a whole lot of things all at once this way. Hell, it's damn good effective advertising too. Plus, the girls need all the training and experience they can get so yeah, it's fine. If they say they can get everything ready 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 enough 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 on yours."
"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 your shipgirls can really do."
"Oh don't worry, 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 of their sudden tournament 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 comm-link installed on his watch.
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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!] mentally 'roared' Archerfish while doing a patrol of the island's surrounding 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 aircraft carrier as she left to look for her equally beautiful and terrifying fleet sister.
Then, when Black Prince was absolutely sure Taihou 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, actually forgetting she was still connected to the 'Joint Tactical Network'.
[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 tournament style exhibition matches?]
[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 with the Sirens.]
[...I can only imagine how Miss Eldridge is processing 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?]
[Anchorage is one thing since she'd probably just think of it as playing around, 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 to fight and win. 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.] cut in the stoic, sharp-tongued royal maid.
[Miss Sheffield? Oh, um... they were, but the Commander said that there's too many of us for that and suggested we make it three on three matches instead. 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 three sisters 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 actually end up joining in the end..,] 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.]
- 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 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 and tackling dozens of tasks all at once.
"Oh, everyone's as excited as we thought they'd be... Well, a few of them worry me a bit though," New Jersey replied from her spot on the couch on Liam's 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 Elly and Archey. 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 and somewhat resembling 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 protested while inwardly doing everything he could not to repeat what happened at the watchtower earlier. It was an uphill, nigh unwinnable battle for sure but even so, he still had to make sure he at 'looked' like he was trying.
"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 fool Kommandant a nice big surprise kiss, complete with her tongue forcefully invading his mouth and savoring every moment of it.
"...Mmmff!?"
"...Mmm, *kiss* Mmmm...~ "
"...!"
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"...Mmwaahh~ "
Their kiss might have lasted only a moment, but to everyone present it might as well have been an entire, torturous eternity, right up until she finally let go with hot and heavy panting breaths, 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 brain and soul.
Feeling the dumbstruck look on the poor man's face as proof enough of a job very 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? Do you need me to take care of you? 'Nurse' you back to health, perhaps?"
"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 between her well endowed bosom. The only thought in his mind at that moment before completely blanking out was... 'Holy shit her tits are so 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 Iris dammit! Bring it on ya thirsty bitches!" Jean Bart roared, finally reaching her limit with a fire blazing in her eyes.
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