Iron-blooded Sister-in-law

She sighed—this is not a conciliatory consolation, which made the corners of Dake's lips twitch.

"What are you laughing at... um."

Her face turned red again, the girl hesitated for a moment, and tried to lift the corners of her mouth, but it turned out that her expression was dumbfounding, very funny.

In the end, she gave up trying, after all, if she didn't really laugh, it could only be the result.

"..." The girl's turret lifted slightly, and then fell on the table as she let go of her index finger from her face.

With a clang, both the wine bottle and the cup were shaken.

Fortunately, the glass tables in the sky lounge restaurant are of good quality, and some special treatment has been carried out specially for entertaining the ship's wife...the embarrassing thing like Gangut crushing the window did not happen, but for Da Ke, how much The creation of a romantic atmosphere in film and television works is not as stimulating as Honolulu's unconscious move.

"...Do you like boobs that much?"

Being stared straight at by Dake, Honolulu suddenly felt a sense of...helpless consolation——

Anyway, there's something interesting about this man in me, isn't there, and the harsh words he said just now are just a manifestation of his concern for her.

After self-hypnosis, the charming smiling face of St. Louis suddenly appeared in Honolulu's head:

"...But whether it is or not, I will... forget it, or your nose will not be up to the sky."

"If you hadn't pressed half of your body on this poor table, I could actually move my eyes a little bit."

Dake noticed the strange gaze cast by the waiter in the distance, so he could only say softly: "Even if you care so much about your turret, others must care more... Comrade Honolulu, this is an advantage, you should be proud of it .”

This is a completely different direction from the rhetoric of fooling Rosia earlier. He has gradually learned how to coax girls - the premise is that he realizes that the girls are not in a very good mood.

"And I think your figure is not only the perfect turret, but also the curve of your mine belt is very hot, and your legs... These are the perfect you."

This was probably the only personal thing Dake said that night.

"...you don't like it?"

However, Honolulu immediately turned gray as if he had encountered a huge crisis——

"You misunderstood...I mean I like everything about you."

Dake had a headache and said some explicit words.

Because the girl had some inexplicable inferiority complex, thinking that he could only rely on the turret to attract people, he had to bite the bullet and say something that he didn't even say to some female companions who already had actual relationships.

"Well, I, I..."

Unexpectedly, someone actually likes my place other than breasts - this is so, so...

So perverted!

But I seem to be having fun with his perverted penchant - what to do! !

Honolulu's mood was ups and downs like a roller coaster, but these words made her skyrocket - her favorability reached its peak in an instant - so much so that she looked at Dake with a lot of heavy breathing.

In addition, she had confirmed that Dake had fixed his eyes on his legs wrapped in white latex socks, and immediately became "hot" as the name suggests.

And for Dake, a man who hadn't learned how to deal with arrogant and slightly inferior girls at all, he also completed the Raiders of Honolulu by a coincidence after doing all the underworld operations today.

Even when he himself feels inexplicable.

Honolulu's eyes were circling, she suddenly picked up the wine glass in hand, and drank a big mouthful of sour wine:

"Then, that, that—you, are you implying that you want to do something to me?? Even if it's legs, legs, you have to go back to the station!!" Obviously didn't drink much, but seemed Started talking nonsense like drinking too much.

Having said that, she began to stretch her garter, pulling it up one by one, with a look of restlessness on her face.

"..."

But Da Ke has already made an appointment with Eugen tonight.

This is a bit of a hassle.

Chapter 257 Domain Names Are Risky...Keep Visiting!

The siren trio who were arranged at the People's Hotel on Red Square did not enjoy this "hard-won" peaceful time.

At 23:22 on the evening of the [-]rd, the observer met them in the suite as scheduled.

But seeing the weird atmosphere around the observer this time, Empres and Hermet became less calm.

The original "imitator" who likes to make trouble seems to have lost the last trace of confusion. Even her relatively petite figure can't hide the expression of a mature woman revealed between her eyebrows and eyes.

"...you possessed that man?"

When asked this question, Empress was quite complicated.

Originally, she just wanted to use the observer as a springboard, but her various behaviors have long exceeded the scope of the "obligation" to collect samples, and should have been discarded in the Siren's internal rules.

But none of the arbitrators present at the moment dared to punish this little bitch at the risk of offending Kemei.

"If that counts as possession, there are more ship girls who have possessed him before me."

The observer's tone was soft, as if he couldn't see the looming naval equipment behind Empres: "And it was obviously his initiative—"

"...Your psychic energy fluctuations have also been enhanced...Will you get an increase in this aspect if you stay in contact with him for a long time?"

On the contrary, Ms. Power, who had no physical illusions about Da Ke, became more interested in seeing the changes in other aspects of the observer.

"Is it because of the contract ring? My psionic power is now bound to the Kremlin. Even if it is far away, he can always pay attention to my situation—"

It seems that listening to her implication, that is, when I talk to you, you must be prepared to be wiretapped, and you must also think clearly about the consequences of turning your face.

Of course, this is just Empress' wishful thinking.

"Looks like we'll have to transfer you. Observer."

She couldn't accept the fact that her goal was fulfilled by an agent first, which made her seem to have no status and status.

But what is status and identity for Sirens?

Surprised in vain, Empres asked himself—under the arrangement of the host, what is the basis for their sirens to be classified into ranks?

It's this ship suit.

The arbitrator is bigger and stronger than the executor, and the executor is bigger and stronger than the executor... and the executor can still show off his power on the head of the mass-produced model...

And what was their purpose of attuning those pawns before?

Is it purely to give the Creator a better choice—to cast more eyes on the sirens who did not have high hopes at the beginning?

There must be a reason for this, but it's also because they... are actually lonely.

Abstractly speaking, every siren produced by the hive is their sister, but in fact there is no relationship between the sirens.

There are only a few sirens who come and go with minds. It wasn't until the dolls below gained their own minds that they gradually felt that they lived in an independent and special closed society. Although the upper and lower structures are still It's very unhealthy... But it's as if the tribal relationship was very simple when human beings just ignited the fire of civilization, which can give them a little sense of spiritual fulfillment, and now this part of their psychological needs has been met - they began to think about it. Nothing else.

The title of "adult" can reflect the attitude of the arbitrators towards the superior observer "Zero", and they continue to use the pyramid structure given by the host, subconsciously, wanting to experience the privilege and be respected by the dolls pleasure.

...and the siren was originally an optimized product of the ship's mother, that is, a more idealized human being, who also needs to satisfy a basic desire...

reproduce.

The problem is that before they met Dake, they didn't have the desire to reproduce, and they didn't even know what to do to rob men, they were all learning and selling.

What impacts Empress's "morality" now is the main contradiction called man grabbing and sisterhood... After she figured this out, she suddenly realized how important it was that she didn't seem to have the so-called "privilege" before s things.

If it was the observer who was shouting at her at this time, and she also robbed the man she liked, she would probably explode mentally——

Fortunately, she is the one who is superior - now she can even use the status gap to overwhelm the observers to vent her anger...

After instantly comprehending the convenience brought by the class gap, she immediately understood where Dake's attitude of abhorring such things came from.

Therefore, she was silent for a moment, her eyes a little indifferent, and then she added: "...when you think the time has come."

After she figured it out, she didn't retract her words, feeling that it was not enough face, but she still gave the observer a step down.

"..." Blinking, the originally nervous observers suddenly felt that the Queen's attitude had changed 180 degrees. There was still a slight resentment in her eyes, but it was more of a relief. I don't know, the woman in front of me just had such a fierce ideological struggle in her heart before she gave up her class convenience and chose to be equal to her.

It can only be said that the influence of Dake is subtle, but strong enough.

"I still have a very special document that needs to be reported..."

Although puzzled by the queen's tolerance, the observer went downhill.

"What information?"

"The attitude of other ship girls towards our sirens... It seems that there has been a substantial improvement yesterday. The Kremlin assigned the Breaker [-] to work in Moscow, and Frederick and I both became his guests last night. "

After reminding the explosiveness of the data in a more euphemistic way, the observer synchronized the data to the three arbitrators.

"Here, what video is this??"

A thin layer of water droplets appeared suddenly on Stelenkus's tight copper-gray skin, and then her complexion gradually took on a light pink halo.

"Please don't be nervous, Master Power, this is a very valuable actual combat information—" the observer said calmly.

Although she also has a sense of shame, years of voyeurism have already changed her lower limit. It can be said that she is the one with the darkest and deepest thoughts among all the sirens present.

"Frederick, that horrible woman...she didn't hurt you?"

Hermet was the calmest of the three, but she convulsed slightly and asked some key questions that the observers really wanted to show them.

"She was one of the first ship girls who showed great tolerance for the Sirens, and other iron-blooded ships that have been with the Kremlin for a long time are also familiar with our existence."

"To say it's tolerant, it's too..."

Empres couldn't find a very precise word to describe the shock she received.

In the end, she could only forcefully calm down, and said slowly:

"...I think this information is very telling. We must take him. At any cost."

...The cornerstone of the cooperation between the ship girl, humans, and sirens is hidden in this man's mind...and body——

The queen spoke uprightly.

But the undulating chest shows that its owner is not thinking about anything serious.

"Wait, didn't he just take Moscow last night?"

Only Hermet asked with a puzzled face after she regained her strength—"Is he really that careless?"

……

Maybe because he felt that he really paid too much attention to cultivating the relationship with the lesbians, Da Ke decided to stay up late tonight to finish all the attachment matters in St. Petersburg. Appointments have been postponed a bit.

The ship girl has a special talent in staying up late, she can do it without sleeping at all. In comparison, Da Ke is weaker. As long as he stays up late and works for three days in a row, his combat effectiveness will start to decline. Back then, on the route to Cuba, He and Marshal Kuznetsov, who was the captain at the time, each stood on duty for twelve hours, and could only sleep three hours a day. When they arrived in Cuba, their skin was gray.