Elder brother's garrison

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"...Aren't you... finished yet?" Xiaobai covered her mouth, her face flushed. She looked at Missouri with embarrassment and some helplessness. She raised her chin, revealing her glistening lips, and said in a weak voice, "...My lips are cold."

Missouri stared blankly at Little White.

"...Admiral."

"Well?"

"Missouri is suddenly glad that you will never grow up."

"what?"

“If you were a few years older, Missouri might have become your slave.” Missouri hugged Little White and pressed her lips to his again. “Tonight, Admiral, you belong to Missouri alone.”

At night, the bed creaked as Missouri turned over.

Embracing and kissing a beautiful ship girl in a quiet room is quite a thrill for a novice.

The stimulation made Xiaobai temporarily give up thinking about those troublesome things related to relationships.

Is kissing comfortable?

If it feels comfortable, then it must be something you like.

Saliva seeped down Xiaobai's lips and landed on the tip of her tongue. Surrounded by fragrance, as the saliva mingled, her thoughts seemed to gradually decay and cease.

Just when Xiaobai thought she was about to sink into a new world and start a completely different life as the kissing continued, a sudden cracking sound woke her up.

"Click."

That's the sound of Xiaobai pulling the doorknob.

Upon hearing the voice, Xiaobai's somewhat hazy eyes lit up instantly, and her body trembled. Even Missouri, whose lips were pressed against Xiaobai's, paused in her steady breathing upon hearing the voice, before quickly withdrawing from Xiaobai's body.

Little White and Missouri Cat were in bed, staring wide-eyed at the door of Little White's room.

Sure enough, the doorknob of Xiaobai's room had been pulled down a bit, as if someone outside was about to come in.

A slight turning sound gradually drifted into the room as moonlight streamed in, and the door to Xiaobai's room was pushed open a crack.

The person outside didn't come in immediately. It wasn't until the sound of the door turning stopped for a while that a pair of delicate hands slipped in from outside and gently held the door panel.

Xiaobai and Missouri instinctively pulled their heads back under the covers.

Soon, the person outside entered the room.

With her blonde hair bathed in the pale moonlight, Saratoga crouched down and carefully moved into Little White's room.

She sneakily peeked at Xiaobai's bed first.

The bed on Xiaobai's bed is bulging, it looks like Xiaobai is still asleep.

Saratoga breathed a sigh of relief, then gently closed the door behind her.

The sound of the wooden door closing wasn't loud, but it wasn't quiet in the still night either. The screeching sound of it turning as it closed made Saratoga's heart pound. Fortunately, the door was eventually closed properly, and Little White wasn't woken up.

Saratoga breathed a sigh of relief. She didn't stand up, but remained squatting and looked around Little White's room for a while before kneeling down and slowly crawling to the bedside.

Saratoga plopped down on the edge of the bed, then lifted her long legs, took off her shoes, reached into her ship's equipment space, pulled out a pillow, and slowly climbed onto the bed.

Saratoga had a curvaceous figure with soft skin, and her body was even more prominent when she lay prone on the bed, giving her a truly serpentine appearance.

Saratoga climbed onto Little White's bed and smiled contentedly.

—Yes, I, Sa, am back!

Saratoga was thrilled inside, her little fists clenched and her lips pressed tightly together.

When Saratoga saw Little White sleeping with Royal Oak and an unidentified destroyer this morning while calling for her, she suffered a ton of emotional damage, but at the same time, it also served as a warning to Saratoga.

—You should act quickly.

Little White sleeps by himself every day, so wouldn't that leave him vulnerable? Saratoga felt that he should also carry out a surprise night raid, otherwise he would regret it sooner or later.

Saratoga, clutching her pillow, excitedly grabbed the corner of the blanket and then suddenly threw it off.

Xiao Bai was indeed in bed, and seemed not to be asleep yet, her eyes were wide open, and there was still a trace of shyness and a blush on her face.

Before Saratoga could finish speaking, her little white figure was drawn to something on the other side of her.

On the other side of the little white bed, Missouri, wearing a nightgown, was lying there, hugging a pillow and staring at him.

"Good evening, Saratoga-senpai." Missouri gave Saratoga an innocent smile. "What a coincidence."

Chapter 733 Catching Adultery is Always a Series of Links

What a coincidence!

It was a coincidence.

What a coincidence!

Encounter.

It.

These words were all that Saratoga could think of right now.

Saratoga came to raid Little White's bed at night, but Missouri was already in bed.

Who is Missouri? If we don't count Fubuki, that brat, she's Shiro's marriage ship, following Veneto, and is her second wife.

The fact that his wife was in the admiral's bed didn't seem too out of place, but Saratoga's feelings were still incredibly complicated.

Saratoga stared at Little White and Missouri on the bed, then narrowed her eyes.

"Why are you here?" Saratoga asked Missouri.

Missouri paused for a moment, then nodded to Saratoga.

“As the weather gets colder, Missouri was worried that the Admiral would catch a cold while sleeping, so he took the liberty of coming to warm the Admiral’s bed,” Missouri said to Saratoga with a smile.

Oh, so it's for warming the bed.

Saratoga stared at Missouri suspiciously.

Saratoga actually wanted to ask if she had done anything else.

Missouri had a perfect smile on her face.

Saratoga still had nothing to ask, so she turned to look at Little White.

Little White on the bed was curled up, covering her mouth, her face slightly flushed. Ever since Saratoga lifted the blanket, Little White had been looking somewhat lost and confused, her eyes hazy and not looking in her direction.

—For some reason, Saratoga felt an extremely strong sense of threat after seeing such a white creature.

Saratoga looked at Missouri with extreme confusion once again.

“Since the bed is warm, Missouri won’t disturb you any longer…” Missouri smiled at Saratoga, then sat up in bed. She smoothed her long hair, revealing her snow-white neck and her full, undulating breasts beneath her nightgown. “Missouri will go back now.”

After saying that, Missouri prepared to get up from the bed and leave.

"Stop!" Saratoga called out to Missouri.

Missouri smiled and turned to look at Saratoga.

“…Since we’re already here, let’s not leave.” Saratoga muttered.

When Saratoga said those words, Little White and Missouri on the bed looked at Saratoga with somewhat surprised expressions.

“…What?” Saratoga looked at Missouri with a hint of grievance.

“…Missouri thought that Saratoga wouldn’t let her stay here.” Misssouri looked at Saratoga with a somewhat apologetic expression.

—Yes, Saratoga really did have this idea, and Missouri was right.

If Saratoga were the bride's marriage ship and Missouri were not, Saratoga would really push Missouri out.

But that's not the case. On the contrary, Missouri is now Xiaobai's marriage ship.

The other person is lying on the white bed with a perfectly legitimate reason, while I am in a somewhat ambiguous situation.

Saratoga pouted: "You're a marriage ship, so you can keep it."

After Saratoga finished speaking, she looked at the little white dog on the bed. She thought for a while, then angrily pulled the little white dog away from Missouri. She then plopped down between the little white dog and Missouri, and quickly took off her clothes. In no time, Saratoga, who was originally fully dressed, was left with only a set of underwear. Her young and voluptuous body shone brightly in the moonlight, like a perfect ivory sculpture.

Saratoga and Little White had slept together before, but she always dressed neatly when they did. It was her habit. Although she seemed very bold, she was actually quite timid in such crucial situations. She might think about getting intimate with Little White, but she couldn't do it.

Saratoga had planned to raid in her clothes, intending to just snuggle under the covers and have some light hugs, without thinking too much about it. However, seeing Missouri in her nightgown and Whitey in her pajamas lying together, Saratoga's competitive spirit began to stir.

So she went all out and stripped off all her clothes.

And there's an urge to go further.

Saratoga quickly reached behind her back with both hands, preparing to unbutton the back of her bra.

“Senior Saratoga!” Missouri quickly called out to Saratoga.

Missouri's shout calmed Saratoga down a bit. She quickly realized that her behavior had gone too far, but with the die already cast, she was in a difficult position.

“…Wh-what’s wrong?” Saratoga looked at Missouri somewhat awkwardly.

“…It’s cold at night, Saratoga, you should wear this…” Missouri offered a way out.

“Oh, oh oh…” Saratoga walked down the steps.

Saratoga coughed lightly twice: "...I'll sleep in the middle."

Then, with a thud, Saratoga collapsed between Little White and Missouri. She grabbed Little White's arm and rubbed it against herself with all her might.

"...Speaking of which, Saratoga-senpai, you..."

"Cold," Saratoga pouted and squeezed out the word.

Everyone knows this is fake; ship girls aren't afraid of the cold.

Missouri didn't dwell on the issue. She looked at Saratoga and couldn't help but smile. She lay back down on the bed, her gaze passing over Saratoga's slender shoulders to look at the little white dog on the other side.

Xiao Bai's condition has improved a lot; it seems that Saratoga's presence has brought Xiao Bai a sense of security on another level.

—In this respect, Missouri lost.

Missouri looked at Little White on the other side with a hint of helplessness, then reached out and hugged Saratoga's waist from behind.

Saratoga flinched, turned around, and looked at Missouri behind her. Although she didn't say anything, her eyes were full of questions.

“Missouri is cold too.” Missouri smiled at Saratoga, then pressed her body against Saratoga’s back. “Sarasoga-senpai is so warm.”

Perhaps because Missouri didn't expose Saratoga before, Saratoga didn't expose Missouri this time either.

Saratoga rested her head on Whitebeard's shoulder with a satisfied look on her face and closed her eyes.

Xiaobai turned her head and looked at Missouri.

"Admiral, are you happy?" Missouri asked.

Xiaobai thought for a while, looked at Saratoga who was holding her arm, then smiled helplessly and nodded.

“Missouri is also very happy.” Missouri looked at Xiaobai with some regret. “Admiral.”

"Ok?"

“I like you,” Missouri said.

With a snap, Saratoga raised her head alertly, swaying wildly between Little White and Missouri.

“Of course, Missouri also likes Saratoga-senpai.” Missouri said to Saratoga-senpai, “If Saratoga-senpai doesn’t come, Missouri doesn’t know how to get along with the Admiral.”

"..." Saratoga frowned as she looked at Missouri. After confirming that Missouri's liking didn't seem to have any ulterior motives, she quietly said, "...Thank you."

Missouri smiled at Saratoga, then hugged Saratoga's waist, feeling the softness of Saratoga's body, so different from that of Whitebeard, and slowly closed her eyes.

Missouri was telling the truth.

While Saratoga was away, perhaps because it was nighttime, or perhaps because I had accumulated too many emotions, I did some things that were not like myself. Even Little White was infected by Missouri and became unlike himself.

If Saratoga hadn't come, the relationship between Little White and Missouri might have changed drastically by tonight.

It could be good, or it could be bad.

neither knows.

But the only thing that's clear is that Missouri and Little White can never get along like this again.

Missouri is such a greedy man.

Missouri may be able to move Little White, but she cannot make Little White maintain his own identity.

What finally calmed them down was Saratoga's arrival.