Emperor didn't remember much of what happened after Tester shot him. He remembered saying something amidst the dizziness as Chaser and Hermione called out to him, but then everything went black, and when he woke up, he found himself on a sickbed inside the infirmary of an unfamiliar ship.

Vestal META was there to bring him up to speed. The repair ship had explained in broad strokes what happened and informed him that they were now heading back to Brest. She also reassured him about the condition of his brothers and everyone else, allowing him to breathe a sigh of relief.

"We are done," Vestal META announced after finishing scanning his chest.

Emperor stood up from the bed and looked down at his naked torso. He had completely recovered, but something like a hole in the chest wouldn't just disappear like nothing, even when using Kansen magic to heal, as demonstrated by the scar he was sporting.

He didn't know how to feel about it. He didn't have a good relationship with scars, but he certainly wasn't going to feel ashamed of this one, so that was a plus in his book. Now that he thought about it, maybe he could ask Anzeel for a run under the Reality Lens. If the machine could fix corrupted Cubes and grave injuries, who's to say it couldn't also erase those indelible marks from his skin? Kurama would also probably want to try, he figured.

"Thank you very much, Vestal," he said to the repair ship. "I appreciate it."

Vestal's gaze lingered on his left arm, particularly on his wrist. Surely enough, she had noticed the marks marring his skin, but she had made a note not to say anything about it.

"You are the one who saved Fortune, if I remember correctly. You also convinced Ember and the others to collaborate with Azur Lane; you brought them back to us," she stated. "It's the least I could do."

With that said, she bid farewell to him and left the room, going back to her check-up rounds. Before the door closed, someone else came in.

"Sparviero!" Emperor exclaimed enthusiastically at the sight of the no-longer-blind shipboy. "Look at you, brother! You look so handsome! Come here!" He gushed, throwing his arms around his brother's neck to catch him in a tight hug. The last time Emperor had seen him was when he had departed for the Iris Orthodoxy with Lenin and Leviathan, way before the operation, and he had been waiting impatiently to properly congratulate him.

"Thank you, brother," Sparviero stammered, his enthusiasm taking him by surprise. "It's good to finally see you, but are you sure you should be jumping around like this? Shouldn't you be resting?" He inquired with a note of concern in his voice.

"I'll be fine. Vestal did a great job patching me up; I'm as good as new," Emperor waved him off. "Well, except for this nice little mark I got," he said, puffing his chest and flexing his muscles to emphasize the scar.

Sparviero instinctively put his hand on it, his habit of feeling things with his hands kicking in, frowning as he traced the contour of the scar with his fingers. It was a deep, discolored mark bigger than his fist, circular in form but very irregular in shape, and it was right in the middle of Emperor's torso, where the laser beam had reached him. If he were to look at his brother's back, he would find it bearing the same wound.

"Does it hurt?" He asked him.

"No, but it itches like hell," Emperor replied. "Say, where are the others?"

"They are all fine. Leviathan and Freedom are discussing things with the Commander, and Lenin is resting," Sparviero replied. "We've been waiting for you to wake up; took your sweet time, uh?"

"'We?'" Emperor inquired. His face then lit up when a certain pair of shipgirls appeared in the doorway.

"Emperor!" Chaser ran up to him, Hermione following behind her with a more poised gait. The blonde carrier threw her arms around his neck, relief written over her face. "I'm so glad you are alright."

Emperor returned the embrace, pulling her in comforting hug. "I am now, Chaser. No need to panic."

"She was so worried about you, Master," Hermione informed him. "She kept you stable with her power the entire time, until we brought you to safety."

"N-No, I did nothing," Chaser stammered. "I mean, if it weren't for Sparviero, Tower would have wiped us out anyway."

"Is that true? Damn, I missed a lot more than I thought," Emperor perked up in surprise. Then he turned to Sparviero, his face taking on a more serious expression. "I had no idea, brother. Thank you for saving us. And not just me but all of them as well," he said, putting a hand on his shoulder.

"Come on, stop that," Sparviero said with a soft smile. "You would have done the same."

"You know I would, a hundred times over," Emperor responded, ruffling his hair affectionately. "And you, Chaser," he began, turning to address the blonde girl. "You've gotten so good with your Wisdom Crafting. I knew you had it in you. I'm proud of you."

Chaser beamed up at him. She hugged him again, sinking his face into his chest, overjoyed by his praise. In doing so, she tightened her hold on him, causing him to let out a grunt of pain that prompted her to let go immediately.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to," she apologized quickly.

"Don't worry, I'm fine," he reassured her. "Just a bit sore," he said as he brought his hand up to soothe his aching chest.

As he did that, Chaser's gaze fell on his arm, and her eyes widened. A series of thin scars were etched into the pale skin of his wrist. Some were perfectly parallel with one another, while others were more irregular with their pattern and were all aligned along his forearm.

She wondered if those had been there before or if he had gotten them during the fight, but the answer was clear to her. Flabbergasted, she looked up at him in shock, her gaze shifting between Sparviero and Hermione, as if asking if they were also seeing what she was seeing, but the two of them shuffled away awkwardly.

They already knew.

Her hesitation grabbed Emperor's attention, and the look of horror on her face told him everything.

"I know. These don't make for a pretty sight, right?" Emperor said mournfully, bringing up his wrist to inspect the markings on his skin.

"Brother, I... S-sorry, I didn't know..." she stammered, trying to find the right words.

"No, it's okay," he interrupted her, placing his hand on her head in a reassuring gesture. "You don't have to feel bad. Heck, I don't mind them much anymore myself."

That was true; those markings were the grim reminder of the lowest point of his life. Over time, he had learned to leave those memories behind, which was why he was comfortable sharing it with the people he trusted the most—like he had already done with his brothers in the past—and didn't usually mind it if someone close to him found out—like it had happened with Hermione.

He knew that, from time to time, those dark thoughts would return to hunt him. A prime example would be when he had failed to save Lenin, when the icebreaker was still a hostage of the Antiochus, by arriving mere minutes too late; that had been infuriating. How was he able to cope with that? With the help of his loved ones, of course; in that specific case, Leviathan. All he needed was some encouragement from the people he loved to keep him grounded in the present.

"B-but… Are you sure?" Chaser asked him, still a bit unsure. She was afraid her reaction had offended him and didn't know what to say to apologize.

"I promise," he reassured her, catching her in another hug. His hand gently rubbed her back, a soothing gesture that slowly eased the tension from her shoulders.

When they finally broke the hug and Chaser seemed to calm down, Sparviero spoke up. "Well, I don't know about you, but I'm starving. I don't think we have much in stock, so we should go grab something to eat now that we can."

"Uh, yeah, you two go on ahead. Hermione and I have something to discuss," Emperor said, sharing a glance with the maid.

Sparviero frowned in confusion for a second, but then his eyes widened in understanding. "Oh, okay then. Let's go, Chaser. See you later, you two," he said, waving them off as he began walking away.

"Wait, discuss what?" Chaser inquired, tilting her head to the side in confusion.

There was a short pause, during which no one uttered a word. Sparviero was quick to grab the oblivious shipgirl by the arm and gently nudge her to the door.

"Uh, wait, what is it? I don't get it," she complained. The shipboy leaned into her ear to whisper something, and then it clicked. Her jaw went slack, and her face turned beet red as she let Sparviero drag her outside, the door closing behind them.

A smile tugged at Hermione's lips. The maid cleared her throat, and, feigning ignorance, she turned to address Emperor. "Master, what did you wish to talk about-"

He was upon her in an instant, cutting her breath off by pushing his lips on hers in a passionate kiss. Even though she was expecting it, his fervor took her by surprise, and she had to grab onto his neck for support, but she was eager to return the kiss.

His hands moved to her waist, pulling her closer to him, tongues dancing and swirling as they explored each other's mouths. They kept at it for a while, until their lungs began burning for air, and when they broke apart, Hermione couldn't help the giggle that escaped her lips.

"So eager, Master," she commented with a playful smirk.

"I'm sorry," he said, looking dejected for a moment. "Did I come onto you too strongly?"

She shook her head lightly to reassure him. "Don't fret, Master. I don't dislike it when you are more assertive, but..." she trailed off. She looked up at him with her bright, gold eyes, and a flicker of concern passed through her gaze. "If there's something you wish to tell me..." she trailed off.

He also shook his head, letting out a tired breath. "For now, I only wish to hold you."

"But of course, Master," she said with a soft smile. As soon as she'd entered this room, she'd wanted to throw herself in his arms and express all her relief, just like Chaser had done. But with the blonde carrier and Sparviero both present, she had to maintain some semblance of composure, so she had forced herself to hold back. Now, it was her turn, and no one was going to stop her.

She leaned into him, laying her head into the crook of his neck, feeling the warmth of his skin on her face. They remained like that for a few seconds, enjoying each other's warmth. The only thing disturbing the silence of the room was the beat of their own hearts, which began beating in unison after a while.

And then Emperor began speaking. His voice reached Hermione's ears, but she couldn't see his face as they were still embracing each other.

"In the past, I've wished for death to take me more times than I'd like to remember. The thought of having failed to protect my brothers—my real brothers—of having survived to every single one of them was too much to bear, and I ended up cutting myself."

His words made her heart flip in her chest. She didn't break the embrace, but she slowly began straightening herself in his arms until she was able to look him in the eyes.

"When I was at my wit's end, I met the others. We started traveling together as a team, and in time, we became like a real family," he continued. "They saved me from a bleak future and gave me the strength to keep going; without them, I'd be lost."

Hermione stared at him with rapt attention, heeding every single word coming out of his mouth. This was the first time he opened up with her about his past, and she wasn't going to interrupt him.

After she had first seen the marks on his wrists, back at the Azur Lane joint base, they had never talked about it ever since. She had never asked him for an explanation, as it would have been rude to pry on such a delicate matter.

And even though she had already put the pieces together a long time ago, thanks to that time when she had eavesdropped on his conversation with Leviathan—which she still felt horrible about, even if she had acted under her queen's orders—she'd much preferred to wait for the moment he'd feel comfortable enough to talk about it himself.

But she wasn't expecting that moment to be now. She knew, and he knew that she knew, but that didn't matter, as he was talking about it of his own volition.

"Sometimes those thoughts come to haunt me to this day, but I was always able to hold strong, all thanks to them. They help me keep my head in the right place. I would gladly give my life for them without thinking twice."

Of that, she had no doubts. If there was anything she had learned observing him and the other shipboys, it was that their bond was unbreakable. It was a mixture of friendship and rivalry, but also of unconditional love, even stronger than some of those shared by some ships of the same class she had seen. It was like fate itself had brought them together.

"When we ended up in this world, I didn't know what the future held in store. I certainly wasn't expecting to find other people who mean as much to me. But then I met you, and Chaser, and Unicorn..." he continued, much to her own confusion.

To say that she was taken aback by the sudden direction his speech was taking would be an understatement. She was expecting him to go in an entirely different direction with this, namely, toward another dark pit of depression from which she'd have to pull him out.

"I didn't expect to find someone else to share a piece of my soul with. Yet here you are, in my arms. Despite all my flaws and shortcomings, you've always been by my side since my first day here. Words aren't enough to express how much it means to me."

Hermione felt her heart swell in elation at his words, and her eyes welled up with tears.

"This might sound weird in a moment like this, but I love you, Hermione," he said without any more preamble. "If I think I could have lost you today... the mere thought is driving me crazy. You've become so important to me; I don't know what I'd do without you."

That was the last straw for her. She clasped his face between her hands and brought their lips together once more. It wasn't like the messy kiss they had exchanged a minute ago; it was an equally passionate but much more delicate affair, conveying all the love and care she could muster in a single gesture.

She didn't know how long it lasted, but it seemed enough to ease her own tension, so much so that when they pulled back, she felt tears in the corner of her eyes.

Noticing her discomfort, he asked her in concern, "Hermione, are you okay?"

She sniffled, scrambling to compose herself. When she finally did, she looked up at him again, locking eyes with him.

She couldn't believe this. That was an actual confession on his part. Sure, they were already an established couple; she had introduced him to her sisters, and he was planning to announce his intention of courting her in an official manner, but this was different—this was an actual declaration of love. She didn't know how much she needed it until she heard it come out of his mouth.

"F-forgive me, Master. I thought I'd be the one to comfort you today, not the other way around."

Her words gave him pause, and he tilted his head in confusion. "What do you mean?"

"I figured that what happened today has troubled you deeply, Master, so I came here ready to soothe your worries, but the truth is, me as well…" she admitted, trying to keep it together herself. "In my experience fighting the Sirens, I've never come this close to meeting my end. I've also never lost anyone important, but today..." she trailed off, trying to find the right words. "The simple thought of you dying right before my eyes... the idea that it's come this close to it and that I couldn't do anything... I don't think I would have been able to bear it. And if I think that could have happened to my sisters as well… only now do I understand how much pain you've endured, Master."

Emperor grimaced at that; that's not where he was expecting the conversation to go. He had no idea, but of course he didn't. He wasn't conscious to witness the full extent of their despair when he almost got killed by Tester, but he should have figured something like that was going to happen. Just because he was used to being close to death, it didn't mean it was the same for others, and he wasn't the only one whose life almost got cut short that day.

"I'm sorry; that was insensitive of me. I shouldn't have dumped all of that onto you all at once-" Emperor tried to speak, but the maid placed her delicate fingers on his mouth, hushing him.

"Master, please heed my words. Today I came here ready to offer you my warmth, but..." she trailed off as she slowly brought her hand up to her neck. "If it pleases you, may I seek your warmth too?" With deft fingers, she slowly unbuttoned the white collar holding her uniform together above her décolleté. She let it come loose over her shoulders, exposing even more of her pale, enticing skin.

That was definitely not where Emperor was expecting the conversation to go, and that left him stunned for a second, surprise and confusion assaulting his mind.

To corroborate her statement, Hermione clasped the sides of his head with her hands and brought their faces closer, but this time, instead of kissing him, she locked her teeth on his lower lip. He stiffened in his place as she gently nibbled and tugged at it, careful not to cause him any discomfort.

And he felt it, her teeth biting down on him in a possessive way, almost pleading.

When she was satisfied, she leaned back to gauge his reaction. His flushed face and bug-eyed gaze told her everything, and she let out another soft chuckle, more than satisfied with the reaction she had elicited from him.

Her lovely giggling shook him out of his stupor, and he threw away all hesitation. With a swift move, he wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her up, eliciting a surprised yelp from her. Then he turned around and tossed her onto the bed in a playfully rough way before climbing on top of her.

"You know you can't do stuff like that and expect me to restrain myself after, right?" He told her, his husky voice barely above a whisper.

"It's okay, Master," she breathed out. "I wouldn't want you to."

With renewed fervor, he smashed his lips onto hers once more, invading her mouth with his tongue and eliciting a throaty moan from her.

Hermione tried to fight back with her own, but she was on her backfoot. Eventually, she gave up entirely, unable to retaliate against the passion he was throwing at her. She abandoned herself to him, allowing him to literally dominate her mouth. She didn't even realize that he had started fumbling with her uniform, trying to find an opening in the fabric.

In the end, he gave up. He brought his hands up to her shoulders and brought down the already loose straps over her arms, then he reached for her chest and grabbed the hem of her uniform, rolling it down to expose her sizeable bust.

He paused for a second to admire her. Her creamy skin, her hypnotizing bust, and her white hair sprawled around her as she looked up at him, face flushed and a dreamy expression on her face.

Something in the back of his mind was screaming at him, "Why did you wait so much to bed this woman?! She's crazy about you; she would have been up for it!" But he knew deep down why he did that. Hermione wasn't like any of the casual pickups he would use to feel good about himself while traveling from port to port during the search for the seed back in his world.

He wanted to do things the right way and not jump directly to it like a desperate, horny bastard. Announcing an official courtship according to Royal Navy customs was an example. It was his way of showing her how much he respected her and how serious he was with her.

But no man with red blood pumping in their veins could hope to resist after hearing her words.

"Aahn!" She yelped as he dove down on her. He assaulted her neck with his tongue, licking and sucking on her skin while peppering it with kisses. He trailed over her shoulders, her collarbone, and all over her décolleté, even the top of her soft mounds, where he gently bit down in return, eliciting another soft yelp from her.

She kept writhing and squirming beneath him, so he kept tending to her. With one hand he gently squeezed one of her breasts, while with the other he tried to give some attention to the rest of her body, still buried underneath a thick layer of clothing. But her skirt was too large and frilly, and it was getting in the way.

"M-master?" Hermione looked up at him in confusion as he interrupted his ministrations and pulled back.

Not wanting to ruin her precious uniform, he grabbed her waist and stood up on his feet, eliciting another surprised yelp from her as he dragged her over with him. He placed himself between her legs, now dangling over the edge of the bed around him, and pulled up her skirt, revealing the pale skin of her thighs, contrasting alluringly with the fabric of her underwear—black, just like her stockings.

He lifted her left leg up and caressed her stocking-clad thigh. A smirk appeared on his face as he looked down at her, and her face flushed an even deeper shade of red as she met his eyes. His hands reached for the black garment, and he began slowly peeling it off, taking his time with every inch.

Hermione felt a shiver run up her spine as he reached her foot and removed both the hose and the heel she was wearing. Then she gasped when he planted his lips on her naked calf, the kiss sending a jolt of electricity through her skin.

He didn't stop at that though; he kept going with his lips up her leg—or down, depending on the perspective—each contact sending a shiver of ever-growing anticipation through her. She kept her skirt up for him, granting him easier access to his price, but right when his mouth reached her upper thighs, he pulled back. She let out an adorable whine of disappointment and looked up at him with pleading eyes, but she only managed to elicit a chuckle from him.

"Patience, love," he told her. "I promise it'll be worth it."

To corroborate his statement, he reached for her panties and swiftly slid them off her legs, completely exposing her nether regions this time and cutting off whatever complaint she was about to voice. Then he switched to her right leg and started all over. He began peeling off the hose with measured movements, taking it off along with her other heel, and then he proceeded, planting a series of kisses along her skin. This time, though, he had no intention of stopping short of his goal.

Hermione bit her lips in anticipation and sucked in a deep breath as he finally landed on her sacred spot. He gave a few tentative pecks to her perfectly smooth lower lips, testing her reaction to his touch, and then he plunged his tongue into her folds, making her shiver in delight.

She was so wet already she didn't need any more preparations, but that didn't matter; he intended to savor every inch of her skin and to revel in every single one of her pleasure-filled moans, so he put his back into it.

He went down on his knees, planting his face between her thighs as he held them with his arms and groped their supple flesh with his hands. As his tongue began exploring her insides, twisting and twirling all over her walls, she let out the first of the aforementioned moans and clammed her legs around his head on instinct.

He took it as an invitation to go deeper, and deeper he went, his nose going flat on her groin. He drew all sorts of patterns with his tongue, paying particular attention to how she reacted while also tasting the love juice pouring onto his face.

"Ahn… Y-yes, Master… R-right there… Mmm…"

And when he finally found that spot, he focused on it with all his might, adding his hand to the mix. He passed his arm over her thigh, bringing his fingers over her navel, and down to her sex before he began flicking them over her clit.

"Aahn!" The added stimulation caused her to let a louder shrill, prompting her to tighten her grip on the hem of her skirt and bite down on it.

On his part, he felt encouraged to keep going. He increased the intensity of the stimulation, his tongue almost aching for the amount of strain he was putting it under, but her increasingly loud moans were a worthy reward for his effort.

"M-Mashteer… Mmmhh!"

Then he felt her tense up on him, her thighs clamping tighter on his head before being shaken by an uncontrollable shiver. That, along with the muffled moan that came out of her, much more intense than the others, and the amount of love juice she unleashed, signified that she had finally reached her peak.

She relaxed after a few seconds, and her legs finally released him. He wiped off his mouth, standing up on his feet to admire his own handywork.

Hermione was a mess. She was panting in exertion, her chest rising and falling as she tried to regain her breath, still riding off the high of her orgasm. Her face was flushed several shades of red up to her ears, and her eyes were unfocused. All the marks and hickeys he had left on her skin were starting to darken, and finally, her maid uniform was all crumpled on her, and her inner thighs were wet with her love juices.

If her words alone had managed to lift his inhibitions earlier, the sight before him awakened something within him.

"Master… That was amazing…" she managed to say after a few seconds of recovering, a warm smile on her face. She propped herself up on the bed and reached out to him, aiming for the bulge in his trousers. "Now, please, allow me to return the favor- eep!"

Emperor cut her words short, pushing her back onto the bed and pinning her down by the wrist, taking her by surprise.

"Hermion, forgive me, but I can't hold back any longer," he said, his husky voice a growl in her ears as he loomed over her.

"M-Master?" She stammered. The hungry, predatory look in his eyes clashed with the even tone he'd used. The contrast made her feel butterflies in her stomach once again, reigniting her desire with renewed anticipation.

In a flash, he lowered his pants, freeing his painfully erect mast and aiming it at her dripping womanhood.

"I'm going to take you now," he stated.

Her heart began hammering in her chest, so much so that she felt it was going to burst. "I'm ready, Masteeer!"

Finally, he claimed her. He pushed his entire length inside her with a single thrust, his manhood having easy access thanks to all that foreplay. Immediately, he lost himself in the feeling of her slick walls embracing his member, pulling him in a warm, wet embrace.

He took her like that, pinning her down by the wrists on the bed, vigorously rocking his hips into her as her legs wrapped around him for support. Her breasts would freely bounce with every single one of his thrusts, and her moans would mix with the sound of their flesh slapping against each other.

"Love… Do you have any idea how pent-up I am?" He said with a husky voice as he took her. "I've been waiting for this for a long time."

"Master, from now on… ahn… every time you feel like that, please come to me... ahn," she managed to say through moans. "I will gladly ease your burden... mn… haah…"

He was already trying his best to not go too hard on her, but the sight of her coming undone beneath him was putting his wavering sanity to the test; her words were the last straw for his arousal-clouded mind.

"Dammit, you still don't understand the effect you have on me!" He growled. He pulled out and grabbed her legs, lifting them up over his shoulders before pushing himself onto her once more.

Hermione gasped loudly as he pulled her into a mating press. Her breath was cut short as he speared himself inside her folds once more, but this time, all semblance of composure was thrown out the window.

He began thrusting with reckless abandon, impaling his manhood inside her slit from above. Every single one of his slams elicited a loud moan from her, mixing with the squelching sound of her snatch every time he slapped his groin into hers.

"Aahn… Master… It feels so good… Haah!" She moaned as she tightly grasped the sheets of the bed. She had also completely lost it. His rough treatment had an effect on her she wasn't expecting, and she slowly felt herself being brought closer to the edge with each passing second.

The same was for Emperor. By now, his mind was completely clouded by the throes of pleasure. He was rapidly reaching his limit, release slowly building from his loins with every other thrust.

"God… Hermione, I'm close…"

"Me too, Master!"

He was on his last leg, but he lasted enough for her to reach her second climax, then he let himself go, unleashing load after load of his seed deep inside her folds with a loud groan. She moaned loudly as well, her walls clamping around his member like a vice, sucking him dry of every drop.

They stood like that for a while, panting in exertion. After the wave of pleasure that hit him subsided, Emperor was brought back to reality. He let go of her legs but remained buried inside her, leaning closer to her to assess her condition.

"Love, are you okay?" He asked her, panting in exertion.

"I'm fine, Master," she breathed out as she propped herself up, even if with difficulty. "Phew, that was so intense…" she said as he supported her with his arms.

"Forgive me, I don't know what came over me," he told her apologetically.

"No, it's okay; I... quite enjoyed that," she blurted. "It felt even better than-" she cut herself off, realizing what she was about to say.

Emperor raised a questioning eyebrow at her, then a grin appeared on his face.

"Love, is there something you wish to tell me?"

"I- I may or may not have… touched myself while thinking about you…" she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

He let out an exaggerated gasp, feigning incredulity. "Wow, who would have thought I'd fall in love with such a dirty maid."

Hermione pouted, her cheeks darkening even more than they already were.

He chuckled at her predicament, but then he let out a soft smile, leaning in to embrace her. "What have I done to deserve you?"

She was about to reply, but then she perked up, as if she had just remembered something.

"M-Master, I love you too," she blurted all of a sudden. When he looked at her in a puzzled way, she added, "I'm sorry... I just realized I didn't give you a proper answer earlier."

"Hehe, silly… I think you've made that abundantly clear already," he chuckled before kissing her on the forehead. "Thank you; it makes me happy to hear that."

They remained like that for a while, caressing and kissing each other, reveling in the bliss of their first time together. He was still buried inside her, and she could feel his manhood slowly come back to life as they held one another.

"S-so soon?" She squirmed.

"I told you, I'm quite pent up these days," he chuckled. "Are you up for round two?"

"I… Now that I think about it, we were being quite loud," she said in concern. "Do you think someone heard us?"

"I'm sure everyone's too busy to pay us any mind."

"Y-you are right. Then, maybe…"

But the two of them had been so engrossed in their frenzied lovemaking that they had failed to take into account that the ship they were aboard wasn't a manned vessel or a mass-produced one. It was the hull of a Kansen, and as such...

The door to the room slammed open with a loud bang, startling them both, and revealing the figure of a certain Vichya shipgirl in the entrance. Her face was flushed red, her eyes were burning in cold fury, and her expression promised an ass-whooping.

Jean Bart was mad.

"You two!" She bellowed. "Who gave you permission to do it inside my ship?!"

"Fuck."


AN: I know I've been abusing it, but after-battle sex is my favorite trope, and I have all the intention of keeping up with it.

Also, I apologize if this one felt too long and dragged, but the Emperor-Hermione pairing was a long time coming, so I decided to give them particular attention this time around.

Hope you still liked it.

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