Elder brother's garrison

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“Miss Barbarossa, please wait a moment, give me a few minutes while I look for something.”

As Xiaobai spoke to Barbarossa, he withdrew his hand from Barbarossa's chest, then turned his back and began searching earnestly in his ship equipment space.

When Barbarossa saw Little White turn his back, she stood there stunned for a few seconds. Then, the expectant light in her eyes gradually faded, and loneliness and gloom covered her eyes.

“Don’t force yourself… I know you don’t like it,” Barbarossa said softly, her head lowered.

“This isn’t a matter of liking or disliking, Miss Barbarossa. I think you have a deep misunderstanding of your own assessment… Wait a minute, let me get that thing out. I remember putting it in there before.” Xiaobai replied hurriedly while rummaging through her ship equipment space. “Eh… where is it? It should be here…”

“…You are very gentle.” Barbarossa seemed to take Xiaobai’s current behavior as a way of refusing. She did not force Xiaobai to do anything more. After saying this lightly, she stood up, patted her knees, looked at Xiaobai’s back with a lonely gaze, and slowly said, “Let’s go back.”

"No, don't go back..." Xiaobai pleaded.

"..." Barbarossa shook her head silently, then turned and walked back the way she came.

Barbarossa did not blame Little White for his escapist behavior.

in contrast.

Barbarossa understands Little White very well.

That's why she wouldn't continue to force Xiaobai to face her ugly body and ship equipment. Instead, she chose to go along with Xiaobai's behavior, giving her a suitable way out and resolving the current awkward situation.

But at this time.

Barbarossa turned and took two steps.

A joyful cry suddenly came from behind Barbarossa.

Barbarossa stopped and looked back in the direction of Little White. Then, a hint of doubt appeared in his dejected eyes.

Xiaobai pulled a transparent glass bottle from her ship's equipment space. She turned around and stared intently at Barbarossa, who was about to leave.

"Miss Barbarossa, please wait! I... I have something to say, but I don't know if I should!" In front of Barbarossa, Little White snapped open the glass bottle cap, took a deep breath, brought the bottle to his lips, and tilted his head back to gulp it down. "Mmm mmm mmm mmm..."

The liquid inside the glass bottle was drunk up by Xiaobai.

Barbarossa looked at Little White with a puzzled expression.

A peculiar fragrance, with a slightly pungent odor, wafted from the glass bottle Xiaobai had opened, slowly drifting towards Barbarossa. Barbarossa instinctively sniffed it, and couldn't help but frown.

It was a smell that Barbarossa found hard to describe. If you wanted to describe it as pleasant, it was indeed somewhat sweet, but within that sweetness lay a strange, pungent aroma. However, if you wanted to describe it as unpleasant, this strange, pungent aroma wasn't so offensive; rather, it complemented the sweet scent and made it somewhat captivating.

"What are you drinking?" Barbarossa asked Little White.

"Whoosh—" Little White had already drunk all the liquid in the bottle. She lowered her head and breathed out, her fair cheeks quickly turning red like two burning clouds. "N-nothing...it's just...for courage...hiccup..."

Little White burped, then covered his mouth, picked up the empty glass bottle, and took two steps toward Barbarossa. His figure swayed, and he lost his balance. After taking only a few steps, he lost control of his direction and tumbled back toward Barbarossa with small, clumsy steps.

Barbarossa instinctively reached out and pulled the little white dog, who was about to fall to the ground, into his arms.

“Something’s not right with you.” Barbarossa looked down, sniffed the little white creature in his arms, and then frowned. “You smell like that weird bottle all over you.”

"Gurgle..." The little white creature nestled in Barbarossa's arms shifted slightly, then reached out and grabbed both of Barbarossa's wrists. "Something's not right... It's not me..."

"?" Barbarossa tilted his head.

"The one who's not right is you, Miss Barbarossa!" Little White raised her head and shouted angrily at Barbarossa.

"??"

Barbarossa seemed to be calling her that for the first time, and she was momentarily stunned, her gaze becoming somewhat unfocused.

But Little White, nestled in Barbarossa's arms, didn't wait for Barbarossa to come to his senses. She raised her rosy cheeks, lifted her two little fists, and started pounding on Barbarossa's collar.

"Miss Barbarossa, do you know how much I want to be a beautiful older sister like you?! I want long legs! I want to be tall! I want soft, big breasts! What's so great about being short and small?! I dream of having a body like yours, Miss Barbarossa! What does 'ugly' even mean?! Did my Chinese teacher fail me, or is your own aesthetic sense warped?! You're absolutely gorgeous! Being different from others doesn't mean you're ugly, it should be called being unique! Your ship equipment is so cool, what more could you want?! Your inferiority complex is just me showing off, you bastard!"

Little White delivered dozens of punches to Barbarossa in quick succession.

Little White's punches weren't forceful, but Barbarossa was still bewildered by Little White's flurry of light punches. She stared blankly at Little White wriggling in her arms, her eyes filled with confusion.

Barbarossa never expected that the usually quiet and reserved Little White would suddenly utter so many lines, each one filled with resentment and genuine emotion.

Xiao Bai's words contained so much information that Barbarossa was momentarily overwhelmed.

Just now.

After finishing his last set of punches, Xiaobai grabbed Barbarossa by the collar and pulled him downwards.

Barbarossa lost his balance when Little White tugged at him, and then fell to his knees with a thud.

This time, Xiaobai used the power of the ship's equipment.

Barbarossa, who had been pulled to the ground, felt a pain in her knees. She stopped thinking and was about to look up at Little White when she found Little White's face right in front of her. Behind Little White's glasses, a pair of big, golden eyes were meeting hers in a physical sense.

Barbarossa subconsciously took a breath, and his free thoughts came to an abrupt halt.

"You...you wanted me to prove it, right?" Little White grabbed Barbarossa by the collar and said to him seriously, word by word, "Okay, then I'll prove it to you!"

Little White loosened Barbarossa's collar.

Xiao Bai raised his hand, his fingertips swiftly tracing a line across Barbarossa's collar. With a snap, Barbarossa's collar burst open, revealing her flawless, plump, snow-white fruits bouncing out.

"Wow—" Little Bai cheered innocently, then shamelessly pressed her burning cheeks against Barbarossa's chest, her hands scratching and rubbing her face against it. "They're my favorite big boobs—"

Chapter 2080 The Technological Gap of the Old Pervert (Part 1)

Perhaps because of the low temperature in the ruined city, Xiaobai's fingers were icy cold, but his face was burning hot. Xiaobai's fingers touched the snow-white softness, like stroking soft cat fur. With the just-right movements of his playful fingers, his ten fingers would occasionally sink deep into the soft skin, allowing the coolness to penetrate Barbarossa's body. Then his burning cheeks would press against it, constantly rubbing against the surface of his skin, spreading the heat down.

Hot on the outside, cold on the inside.

"Hiss—" Barbarossa's face quickly flushed slightly. She covered her mouth, squinted one eye, and looked down at the little white dog lying on top of her.

Barbarossa still doesn't know what changes have occurred to Little White.

Right after taking out that glass bottle, Xiaobai's personality seemed to change. Before taking out the glass bottle, Xiaobai was quiet and gentle, but after taking out the glass bottle, her personality suddenly became... cheerful?

Barbarossa's thoughts reached this point, and his whole body trembled again. His mind, stirred by Xiaobai's hands, froze, and then his legs went weak, and he sat down completely on the ground.

"You...you're not right..." Barbarossa covered her mouth, her eyes, nose and mouth were wet, she breathed heavily and said to Little White in a broken voice.

But Little White seemed to completely ignore Barbarossa's words. She clung to Barbarossa like a mischievous child, just like a little kid who had just crawled into a newly changed down comforter, rubbing against it as much as she could to experience the soft feel of the comforter. These actions made Barbarossa feel weak all over and almost collapsed to the ground.

Barbarossa really wanted to push Little White away.

But at this moment, Barbarossa's body was incredibly weak and she could hardly exert any strength. The feeling of being caressed by Little White was hard to define, but Barbarossa knew very well that it was not discomfort or pain, but another kind of addictive touch. It gave her a feeling that she knew it was impossible, but her body inexplicably did not obey her commands, and she was sinking into it on her own.

Although it is addictive.

However, it is comparable to severe torture.

too weird.

too weird.

Too strange……

Barbarossa stared wide-eyed at the sky above the ruined city, his mind filled with those words.

at last.

Just as Barbarossa felt like something in his head was about to snap, the little white creature lying on top of him finally stopped moving slowly.

As Xiaobai stopped moving, the magical sensation that had rendered Barbarossa powerless finally dissipated. Barbarossa barely managed to stay afloat, panting heavily, and looked at his chest with some confusion.

Little White rested on Barbarossa's chest.

Like a child who has played and vented their mischievous energy, a beautiful and satisfied smile still lingers on their face.

“Miss Barbarossa…” Little White murmured to Barbarossa.

"...?" Barbarossa covered his mouth, his chest heaving.

"If you don't like your body... then give it to me, okay... ah..."

Little White murmured the last words, then his breathing gradually became steady. He lay on Barbarossa's full breasts and drifted off to sleep contentedly.

It was as if Xiaobai's dream had come true in a dream.

"..." Barbarossa.

Barbarossa awkwardly pushed Little White away, and Little White's body rolled off Barbarossa and landed on the water not far away.

Barbarossa hugged her chest, which was slightly red from being rubbed by Xiaobai, and still looked at Xiaobai in a daze. After resting for a while and regaining some strength, she put her clothes back on, then sat blankly next to Xiaobai, staring at the sleeping Xiaobai.

Little White's performance... truly exceeded Barbarossa's expectations.

Barbarossa had no idea what had just happened.

Barbarossa stared blankly at Little White for a while, then as if remembering something, he turned his head to look to the side and sure enough found the glass bottle that Little White had been holding in the water.

The glass bottle was empty and was floating on the water, swaying with the waves.

Barbarossa stared at the glass bottle for a moment, then picked it up, peered inside through the opening, turned it upside down, and poured some into his mouth.

After shaking it for a short while, a drop of wine-red liquid fell from the bottle and into Barbarossa's mouth.

Barbarossa pursed his lips and frowned.

What's in this bottle seems to be just a flavored water, sweet with a faint, strangely pungent smell, but ultimately it's just water.

Barbarossa looked at Little White with a puzzled expression.

—Why did she drink that stuff just now?

—She just…

As Barbarossa pondered, her gaze suddenly became fixed, as if she had just realized something. She looked at the little white creature floating on the water with a strange expression.

—It's just ordinary water.

—In other words…what she just said was the truth…

She didn't seem to mind her own ugliness... she even seemed to have some opinions about her body...

Barbarossa stared blankly at Little White, her calm face suddenly flushing red, then fading; her brows furrowed, then relaxed, then furrowed again…

Finally, Barbarossa, who seemed to have been thinking about many things, slowly got up, walked to Little White's side, bent down and picked Little White up from the water.

"Ugh..." Little White made a series of sounds when Barbarossa picked him up, and a scent similar to that from the glass bottle wafted from his mouth.

Barbarossa looked at Little White with complicated emotions, but soon silently closed her eyes. She reached out and touched the back of Little White's head, gently resting Little White's head on her chest.

When Barbarossa opened his eyes again, his gaze was filled with tenderness.

Barbarossa carried Little White back to his residence.

Inside the residence, Kamikaze, Super Yamato, and Zuikaku were sitting idly on the carpet, fiddling with their own belongings as if they were preoccupied with their own thoughts, without exchanging a single word. Not far away, Hindenburg was running around the first-floor lobby excitedly for some unknown reason.

"Admiral?" Super was the first to notice Barbarossa walking back. She looked at the little white dog in Barbarossa's arms in surprise, and quickly stood up from her seat, looking at the sleeping little white dog in panic.

"She's fine, she's just asleep." Barbarossa walked up to Super Yamato and handed the little white dog in his arms to Super Yamato.

"Oh?? Oh, oh..." Super Daiwa caught Little White with a bewildered look. She looked down at Little White's sleeping face in confusion, then suddenly her nose twitched, and she looked at Barbarossa strangely, "Why does the Admiral reek of alcohol..."

"liquor?"

"Ah."

What is wine?

“…Um.” Grandma seemed to realize she might have said something she shouldn’t have. She shrank back and muttered softly, “It’s just a kind of water…”

"Hehehe..." Kamikaze chuckled as she stood up, circling between the Super-Size and Barbarossa with her hands behind her back. Then, she teased, "It seems you two had a wonderful time out there?"

"..."

"..."

Barbarossa bowed his head.

The giant dog was too busy taking care of the sleeping little white dog.

No one responded to Kamikaze.

"...No way...?" Kamikaze squinted, looking at Barbarossa with a sense of foreboding.

Barbarossa's expression was calm, but she didn't seem to be prepared to meet Kamikaze's gaze. Whenever Kamikaze walked up to Barbarossa and tried to make eye contact with her, Barbarossa would look away.

"I'm leaving," Barbarossa said bluntly, bowing his head to put away his card box.

"Are you leaving already? I haven't heard the story yet!" Hindenburg said regretfully, but still followed Barbarossa. The two waved to the people in the house and left Little White's residence.

Watching Barbarossa and Hindenburg leave, Kamikaze couldn't help but raise his thumb and gently bite his nail.

"Something's not right... Barbarossa's reaction...is strange." Kamikaze murmured to herself, turning to look at the Mega Yamato and Abyssal Zuikaku beside her. "Something must have just happened to them!"

"..."