Iron-blooded Sister-in-law

"The commander teaches me new things every day. In exchange, I also want to tell the commander more about the situation inside our Sangvis!"

Z-23's earnestness makes her exude youth and vitality that cannot be ignored:

"Hopefully, I can broaden your horizons by telling the details of the development process and stages of Sangvis!"

"Huh? Oh, okay?"

Kremlin, who is usually very confident and accustomed to guiding others, can't say no to it...

If you want to change someone, he will definitely attack the provider of knowledge with "what is there to learn about the history of fascism", but for Z-23, he can only compromise——

So, after three hours of painful exchanges, Kremlin successfully satisfied Z-23's thirst for knowledge, and let her tell a good story about the rise of the Iron-Blood camp beyond the Third Reich.

"Although it is also an authoritarian and military government model, it is better than the Third Reich built entirely by humans." After listening to Z-23's explanation, the Kremlin did have a change in his attitude towards Sangvis. Of course, he still looked down on the person in charge of Sangvis Bismarck, even if Bismarck's ruling policy is suitable for Iron Blood's current situation, it ignores the future path.

But he didn't want to go to Bismarck for an ideological match immediately, because he was already full and empty—it couldn't hold more knowledge, and he couldn't share more knowledge.

At the same time, I feel full and dry, and this weird state will only appear after learning.

"Thank you, Commander! That..."

Obviously, studying is just an auxiliary means and prerequisite for today's plan, but Z-23 got carried away as soon as she learned and talked about it. It wasn't until Kremlin's fatigue was obvious that she realized that she almost did something wrong.

"I noticed that you rub your temples a lot recently, do you have a headache—"

"Headache? Ah, there is a little bit. After all, it is more tiring to be distracted by the fire control radar and optical sight for a long time."

Kremlin thought that maybe he really wasn't good enough to be a political commissar, so he ran Z-23 for a few days and couldn't hold it anymore.

"In return for your hard work—let me give the commander a massage!" Hearing this, Z-23 leaned forward and almost leaned against Dake.

"...massage?" Kremlin's eyes lit up.

Although it sounds a little bourgeois, he has also enjoyed many rehabilitation massages by the nurses in the hospital after being sunk and seriously injured several times.

Thinking of that soft feeling—Dake also expressed his interest in Z-23's "manipulations". After all, in today's environment, he really doesn't have many decompression methods.

"Then, please follow me to the captain's lounge—"

"...Do you need to lie down on the bed?"

"Yes, it's easier for me to exert force if I lie down."

He tried his best to keep calm and serious on his face, but Z-23's calf was already a little twisted because of shyness.

I can only fight! Z-23——You are the core and glory of the new generation of Z drives!

While cheering himself up, General took the initiative to hold Dake's hand, and dragged him into his room with the latter's expression puzzled.

Kremlin remembered that even in the captain's cabin, which was more hygienic, most of the time there was only the smell of cigarettes and men's sweat, and occasionally the smell of vodka, but now—— It's a very clean, uplifting, girly smell, sort of like ship soap mixed with lemongrass.

Sometimes, Kremlin felt that the surreal feeling in his mind was not only caused by the ship girls and those sirens equipped with high-tech weapons, but also a part of the small details in life.

I didn't pay much attention to it before, but the captain really took care of this place quite well.

There are also a few decorative shells on the bedside table, which should have been picked up from the beach when Z-23 went out for a walk this morning.

"What should I do?"

As the party that was "entertained", the Kremlin completely obeyed Z-23's arrangements.

"..."

Hearing this, Z-23 quickly took off his little red leather shoes and put them aside neatly. Then, under Yu Dake's subtle gaze, he climbed onto the bed and knelt on the head of the bed.

"Please... lie down!"

She took off the white gloves, turned out the seemingly soft palms, and pointed to her smooth thighs and tight shorts.

"Lie down? How to lie down?"

Dake naturally focused his eyes on Z-23's glowing legs, which were slightly sensual because they were close together.

"Have you never heard of knee pillows?"

Z-23's eyes are usually sharp and direct, but today, they look more pitiful and hesitant.

Simply put, it feels more like an ordinary girl.

However, even if Dake was aware of such a slight change, his attention was still attracted by her smooth thighs.

Knee pillow?

Isn't this an action that is said to be unlocked only by couples?

Are your German ships so good at playing?

"That, Captain—"

Da Ke originally wanted to say "You are still young, it is not appropriate to do this", but considering Z-23's recent performance, I always feel that her actual mental age may be long enough to subjectively judge what she is doing.

In other words, Z-23 didn't discount one iota of his favor - what a sin.

Even though he was thinking about it, Dake couldn't help but took a step forward: "Are you sure? Captain? Let a stinky man like me lie on your lap?"

"Sure—it's better to massage hard—"

Z-23's whole body is stiff, with a straight waist and back, only the arc of the legs and the arc of the chest are the most eye-catching ones that expand and relax with the breath.

"Don't worry, Commander, this benefit is nothing to me."

Welfare?

Dake felt that his lexicon was a little richer, as if what Z-23 said just now was not German or Russian, but some foreign vocabulary.

"Then I will..."

Having said that, Kremlin gently approached those jade legs with some apprehension...and lowered his head.

"Sure enough, it still counts—guh?"

Feeling sorry for the captain, Kremlin was just about to raise his head, but was suddenly pressed down by Z-23 with two small hands.

"..."

So warm.

This is the first feeling that the nerves feed back to the brain in a daze.

And not a single hair could be felt, and the skin against the cheek was surprisingly smooth.

Is this what a young girl's thigh feels like?

Kremlin tensed up instantly.

"I Have 999 Holy Swords"

A book about Raiding Sword Spirit and Demon Sword, seems to be Lolicon?

Update another chapter this morning

Chapter 45 It was you who brought the Bolsheviks here?

"Commander, please relax—"

Kremlin can now see Z-23's blushing cheeks by turning his head slightly, but he also takes care of the girl's self-esteem, and keeps looking straight at the shell on the bedside table.

"Don't move around—or I might press in the wrong place."

In fact, it was because a thin layer of beard on Dake's face scratched Z-23's thigh, which made the ship's mother feel itchy, so that the muscles on the calf became tighter, and Dake's head was scratched. It was raised a little higher.

It was soft at first, but now it is full of elasticity. Such a wonderful and strange change made Dake's spirit fly a little bit, and he got carried away.

"Heck—cough! Commander! Just stop—"

Almost laughed out by the stubble, Z-23 hurriedly coughed twice, fixed Dake in a position where only the right cheek was in contact with his own thigh, and began to massage his left temple and eye sockets.

"Feeling better?"

Actually, I don't have that headache at all, Captain.

Despite thinking so in his heart, Da Ke still gave the answer that made the destroyer happy:

"Well, it's much relieved."

"Then please switch to the other side—"

Moving his hips back slightly, Z-23 lifted Kremlin's head so he could turn his head easily.

In fact, he was also afraid that when Dake suddenly turned his head and his hair brushed against her knees, she couldn't help breaking his kung fu.

After enjoying the touch of the beautiful legs on both sides, Dake squinted his eyes, ready to think of some less lame reasons to speed up the end of this pink farce.

After all, his affection for the captain was not equal, which took advantage of others. If Z-23 suddenly made some request, he would not have the confidence to refuse it.

Well, probably not quite there yet - but just in case.

"Commander, please lie flat."

However, before he could finish his words, Z-23 guided the back of his head to rest on the cleft of his thighs.

The scalp on both sides of the spine line was slightly clamped by the skin of the thighs, and the proper force and pressure seemed to accelerate the blood flow in Kremlin's neck.

Opening his eyes involuntarily, Dake followed Z-23's lower abdomen where he could see the shallow pit of the navel all the way up—this tights even had the texture of a close-fitting leather jacket, and then was blocked by a shadow and fell on her chest forward.

Although it is still not to the extent that the chest completely covers the chin, the graceful arc is still as fascinating as the crescent moon breaking through the clouds yesterday.

"..."

Z-23 is the ship's mother, her senses are quite keen, so she naturally knows where the commander's eyes are on.

But she suppressed her shame and continued to press Dake's forehead, and thought of a topic that could distract her:

"Commander, are you willing to be an advisor to Sangvis?"

"Consultant?" Da Ke, who was originally in a slightly distorted state, suddenly became serious when he heard this.

"That is to say... Well, it's unrealistic for you to join Iron Blood, but I want to promote Marx's ideas in Iron Blood, and I need an instructor. I'm afraid I can't convince Miss Bismarck by myself."

Z-23 became more and more confident when he spoke, and his voice became "loud": "You also want to see changes in Iron Blood, right—otherwise you have no reason to teach me so many things, a lot of knowledge is not entirely theoretical That's all, they've all experienced a lot of practice..."

"You're right, I hope you will practice on the stage of iron and blood, but to be honest, success cannot be repeated, it can only be achieved."

Da Ke always felt that it was a bit weird to lie on a girl's lap and talk about such a serious matter, but now he suddenly raised his head to talk to her about something serious, it seemed a bit too deliberate:

"Considering that your situation is more complicated, and I can't find a superior to assign an instructor from China... This proposal can be considered."