Looking for the lost ship girl

He stretched his hands to his smooth back, but couldn't close the buckle no matter what. He obviously bought the underwear just a few days ago, and it already has the largest cup size in the store, but it was still difficult to put it on.

"Admiral, help me."

"Okay, Veneto...pull your breasts in."

"Even if you say so, I really can't do it."

"There's nothing I can do about it, I'm going to try harder..."

Snapped--

The hanger is broken.

…

There is a sunny sky outside the window. Holding the ear of the coffee cup, the fragrant aroma of coffee fills the air.

The cafeteria was bustling with people. Bismarck, Beizhai, Lion... were all battleships. They wanted to say hello and let everyone sit together. Looking around, they suddenly realized that a vacuum zone had been formed with themselves as the center, and let out a sigh.

Of course I knew the reason why the battleship was unwilling to sit with him. After thinking about it, he didn't say hello again.

At this time, I suddenly saw that other people's breakfasts had white porridge and side dishes. When I lowered my head, I only saw that I only had white porridge.

All the work of managing the canteen was given to Fuso, the flat-chested Fuso. Although I know that as a woman, flat chest is a very distressing thing, but it is not good to be treated differently for this reason.

"Fuso, why do you have side dishes for them but not for me?"

The voice echoed in the cafeteria. When everyone looked at him, they hesitated a little, wondering if he had spoken too much. Maybe Fuso had just forgotten.

People were coming and going in the cafeteria, and then when they saw Fusang coming, they quickly showed an apologetic smile. If there are no side dishes, there won’t be any, and it won’t be good if it’s embarrassing.

"What? Veneto."

"Nothing...well, I'm missing a little side dish, but you know, this is white porridge."

"You also need coffee for breakfast, you really know how to eat it. As for the side dishes..." Then he saw Fuso reaching out to move the plate on the table forward a little distance, "Your side dishes are here."

As the dinner plate moved forward, I immediately saw the side dishes that belonged to me, and I suddenly felt a little distressed and embarrassed.

Every time I lower my head, my view is always blocked by something, which is really a bad experience.

Moreover, there is too much fat on the chest, which is too much of a burden when fighting.

But no matter what, I don’t want to have breasts that are too big.

…

When I returned to the dormitory, I saw a dazzling array of food on the table. The little devil Aviel sat next to him, holding his nose and eating the food bit by bit.

Take a bite and frown, so aggrieved? If you don't want to eat, then don't eat. Is it necessary to force yourself like this?

"Yogurt, papaya, yams, peanuts... Aviel, don't you feel tired from eating so much breast-enhancing food every day? You are still a child, so there is no need to be so anxious."

Turning back to look at the little angel Camicchia, the little girl stretched out her hand to cover her sister's chest.

"Kamichia, you don't have to help your sister all the time. Even rubbing her is of no use. Besides, she is still young, so there is really no need."

…

When he came out of the dormitory, he saw his admiral lifting up the Prince of Wales.

He put his palm on his forehead, lifted his bangs, and looked at the Prince of Wales who was lifted in the air with his lips pursed, looking unhappy.

"Admiral, since you asked me to be the secretary ship, I have something to say to you... Don't tease the Prince of Wales. Although she looks like a child, she is actually a battleship."

A sigh, for a battleship, the Prince of Wales has the body of a little girl, and is always regarded as a little girl by the admiral.

As a battleship, having the body of a child like that is indeed a very distressing thing. Every time I see the Prince of Wales walking by the pier with grass roots in his mouth, feeling a little disappointed, it is difficult for me to persuade him at that time. After all, with my mature and plump figure, trying to persuade him will only have the opposite effect.

But no matter what, as an admiral, is it fun to tease the little girl Prince of Wales all the time?

"The Prince of Wales is really not a child. If you give her balloons or toys, she won't play with them and will bite you."

…

When I saw Helena chasing Utopia on the side of the town square, I felt a little baffled, and then I saw Lafite laughing there.

"What happened to them, and why did Helena pursue Utopia?"

Then I immediately heard Lafite say: "Sister Veneto, I just bought a ham and wanted to cut it up and eat it, so I asked Helena to borrow a cutting board..."

"Chopping board? Where does Helena have a cutting board? She doesn't care about the kitchen."

Lafite pointed to his chest and said, "Sister Helena, this is the chopping block."

"So you little girls, don't always make fun of Helena's weaknesses. It's not funny."

…

"The Queen of Heaven, the Queen of Heaven, I'm troubling you again."

"What's wrong?"

"Another button on my chest popped off. It seems to have gotten bigger recently. It's really troublesome."

…

I had a fight with Colorado in the afternoon. I heard the curses and wanted to refute but couldn't.

"Veneto, you papaya, peach, watermelon, basketball..."

He wanted to retaliate against the other party, but looked at the other party's barren figure and sighed.

…

"Admiral, don't always run into my room, and occasionally go visit Lexington and Saratoga. Didn't you always say that small breasts are a rare resource?"

He patted away his admiral's sinful hands and covered his chest with both hands, but a large area of ​​white greasy hair was exposed. Even though it was a wedding ship, the admiral kept running to his room, which was a little bit unbearable.

…

The sun shines all over the city.

Aviel stood in front of the door, "Sister Camicchia, Sister Veneto, she hasn't gotten up until ten o'clock. Do you want to wake her up?"