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Not long after I took command of Azur Lane’s Combined Fleet of the Pacific, I appointed Takao as my secretary ship. The heavy cruiser was the pride of the Sakura Imperial Fleet. She was a consummate warrior, serious and diligent, committed to the highest principles of honour and duty.
She was also the most beautiful woman I had ever met.
I never told her that, of course. For one thing, I doubted she would have believed me: her humility prevented her from seeing the many wonderful things that others saw in her. And anyways, while she was keen to appreciate beauty in art and in nature, her own beauty would have meant nothing to her. She saw shipgirls like herself as weapons, and nothing more. Her purpose in life was to serve – preferably on the battlefield, but wherever humanity, her commander, or her comrades needed her. So, asking her to be my secretary ship was probably the best decision I ever made, but asking her on a date would have been pointless.
Which made the events of one September evening all the more unbelievable.
Takao and I were working late in the office, something I generally tried to avoid. I recognised the importance of getting some down-time in the evenings, plus Takao never left the office before I did, so me leaving on time was the only way to get her to leave on time – although I knew that she sometimes returned to the office later in the evening to get more work done.
Lately, though, the Sirens had been more active in our sector. Not only did the battles and extra patrols take time and energy away from my all-important paperwork (sigh), but they generated even more paperwork.
“You know, Takao,” I sighed, “once upon a time, naval commanders sailed the seas and led from the bridge of their flagship, but in the era of shipgirls we just seem to watch the action from the base Command Centre, and write reports about it afterwards.” I turned to her and added, “Don’t get me wrong, I have complete faith in all of you ladies, both on and off the battlefield. It’s just... I wish I could do more for you than just paperwork. Sometimes I feel like I’m your secretary instead of the other way around. I mean, not that there’s anything wrong with being a secretary... argh!”
Takao regarded me sympathetically from her seat beside me on the sofa in my office. “No, I understand, Commander,” she said in her soft rich voice. “I take great pride in my work as your secretary, but if I were unable to sortie with my comrades... my frustration would be considerable.”
“Thank you for understanding. I’m sorry I couldn’t explain myself better, but... oh, I’m just so tired, I can’t think straight. And all these reports we need to get done, and there’s a pile of requisitions to get through, and.... Oh, it never rains but it pours.” I rubbed my face with my hands and gathered my thoughts. “But whining and complaining isn’t going to accomplish anything. Let’s try to finish up this report and then grab a bite in the canteen.”
“You seem very stressed, Commander. Do you... do you need me to... take care of that for you?”
Her voice was rather timid, which didn’t surprise me in the least. I thought she was offering to rub my shoulders or something, and she’d never so much as shook my hand before.
“Oh, if you could make this go away,” I said casually – perhaps a little too casually – “I would award you a medal for meritorious conduct in the line of duty.” And I yawned.
When I opened my eyes again after the yawn, I was startled to see Takao kneeling at my feet. My confusion turned to alarm when, with trembling hands, she reached for the fly of my trousers.
“Um, Takao, what are you doing?”
Avoiding eye contact, she replied, “I... I am going to... ease your stress, Commander.” Her voice was quiet, and a little unsteady. “As your secretary ship, it is my duty to... to ease the burden of your command... and to remove all obstacles in the path of your work.” And she started undoing my trousers.
Whatever joy I might have felt at the sight of this lovely lady reaching for my crotch was completely swamped by the concern I felt at such uncharacteristic behaviour. Takao was literally the last shipgirl I would have expected to be doing this.
“Takao – Lady Takao, please! Can we talk for a moment?” I took her hands in mine and pulled them away from their self-appointed task.
Finally, Takao raised her eyes to mine. Her face looked quite red, her blushes made brighter by their contrast with her long black hair and her crisp white uniform. There was a bizarre combination of uncertainty and determination in her deep amber eyes.
“Um, this... this may sound like a ridiculous question, but... what exactly are you planning to do?”
She looked at my crotch, then back up at my face, and I got the impression she didn’t really know the answer to that herself. After some hesitation, she replied, “I... I could do anything you want, Commander. I... I could... use my mouth... or my breasts... men like my breasts.”
Wait, what?! I couldn’t stop myself from blurting out, “Have you done this before?”
She blushed even more, and quickly broke eye contact. “I am not a complete innocent, Commander. I understand that men have... needs... and that neglecting those needs can be hazardous to your health. As your secretary ship, it is my duty to ensure those needs are not neglected – for the sake of your health.”
My head was spinning. “Nowhere in your job description does it say anything close to that!”
“But... it has always been the custom in the Combined Fleet for the secretary ship to be assigned night duty. I assumed you knew that, sir.”
“Night duty?”
“Servicing the Commander’s needs.”
“This is the first I’ve heard of that!” Of course, if what she was saying was true – and why would Takao, of all people, make this up? – then it certainly wasn’t the sort of thing to be written down anywhere. Still, a heads up from my predecessor would have been nice. Wait, was he one of the men who had liked her breasts?
Her shoulders slumped a little. Still avoiding my gaze, she said, “I understand if you would rather have someone else service you, Commander. There are a great many girls who are prettier and more experienced than I am.”
More experienced, perhaps, I thought to myself, but not prettier. Out loud, though, I just said, “That’s not the problem here, Takao. I have too much respect for you to take advantage of you like this. You’re my right hand, and an exemplary officer, and a lady – not a sextoy.”
She seemed genuinely puzzled by my response. “You’re not taking advantage of me, Commander, I’m offering myself to you. I have never seen you as stressed as you have been the last few days: I’m concerned for you. You are clearly in need of relief.” She looked down at the bulge between my legs, where my penis was ignoring all my scruples and just wanting to come out and play.
“Yes, but....” I struggled to make sense of the situation in which I suddenly found myself. “Doesn’t this strike you as an abuse of power on my part?”
Still puzzled, she replied, “But it’s my duty, Commander.”
“Duty or not, do you... do you really want to do this? I mean, do you honestly want to... service my needs? Or are you just offering because you think you have to?” But even as I asked the question, I realised that she probably wouldn’t understand it.
“Worry not about me, Commander,” she assured me, “I shall face down each and every challenge before me.”
Sure enough, if she thought this was part of her duty, then she was going to give it her all and not back down. And if that was the case, would I be able to talk her out of it without offending her? It didn’t help that my penis kept yelling at me to shut up and let her get to work. Because, to be completely honest, I had wanted this woman long before she volunteered for night duty.
“All right, then, Takao. Um, thank you... for volunteering.” God, this was so awkward. “Um, could I... could I use your breasts?”
“Of course, Commander. But... you don’t need to restrain yourself,” she told me in a voice quiet and shy. “If you desire intercourse... I can give you that.”
Well, that escalated quickly. Three minutes ago, I would have said that I had no chance of so much as holding Takao’s hand. Now, she was telling me I could fuck her if I wanted to. And, frankly, I really wanted to. But everything was moving much too quickly, so I thought it best to temper my lust as much as I could. “Um, thank you, but... um, I don’t think I’m ready for that yet. Let’s just start with your breasts, if that’s all right.”
She nodded, and helped me off with my trousers. Then she unbuttoned her tunic and removed it to reveal a plain white bra – and by ‘plain’ I mean incredibly sexy, because it contained a magnificent pair of breasts. Then the bra was off too, and their naked perfection was right before my eyes. If I hadn’t been hard before, I certainly was now.
I was enthralled by the sight of my secretary scrutinizing my penis. I knew that look: she was planning her attack, just as seriously as if this were a training exercise or a stack of paperwork. I had always found this rather adorable, her tendency to approach everything so earnestly. Fixing my cock with a determined gaze, she squared her shoulders and reached for me. I twitched at her first touch, and the way she flinched made me wonder just how much experience she had with this sort of thing. Maybe she was just out of practice – I certainly was.
Uncertainty crept back into her face. “Are... are you sure you don’t mind me, Commander? I quite understand if you would rather have one of the other girls....”
“No, Takao, I....” I wanted to tell her how she was the only girl I really wanted, how she was the most beautiful lady in the fleet, but I reminded myself that she saw this as her duty, not a date. “There is no one I trust for this task more than you, Takao.”
“Thank you, Commander. I won’t let you down.”
I took a moment to drink in her beauty. Her deep amber eyes were full of determination, and her nose was scrunched up in concentration. She was so serious – so sweet – so beautiful. Like all Sakura shipgirls, she was a youkai: she had a pair of dog ears, which she always kept folded close to her head, but now they peeked up a bit from her lovely long hair and I saw them twitch ever so slightly.
Grasping my shaft in her fingers, Takao looked up at me. “I will give my all to fulfill any task I’ve been assigned.... B-but, Commander, could you not stare at me so much? It’s a bit... embarrassing.”
“Oh! Of course, sorry.” I averted my eyes, but didn’t quite know where to look. When I felt her lips wrap around my tip, I couldn’t resist glancing back at her. I caught a glimpse of her tongue as it wandered up and down and all around. Then Takao paused and examined her progress – to my over-active imagination, she looked like she was checking her spelling. I reached out to stroke her hair, but she flinched at my touch.
“Oh! You startled me, Commander. Is everything all right?”
“Yes, yes, everything’s wonderful. I just... wanted to... stroke your hair.”
“Why?”
“Um, because it’s so lovely.” She stared at me blankly. “You know what, never mind, I’m sorry for distracting you.”
“It’s fine, Commander. I’m not used to unnecessary bodily contact, that’s all.” And she proceeded to wrap her tits around my cock – which apparently constituted necessary bodily contact.
I didn’t have a chance to focus on the irony, though, because her breasts felt amazing. They were large and soft and firm. Best of all, they were Takao’s. The Combined Fleet had more than its fair share of gorgeous and sexy ladies, but I had probably fantasized as much about Takao as about all the rest of them combined. And now, incredibly, she was rubbing her breasts up and down my penis. Who says dreams don’t come true?
Her technique was a little awkward, as if she knew what to do, but wasn’t very good at it. My only cause for complaint was that, however long this lasted, it would be over too soon. I couldn’t help but stare at the erotic scene playing out between my legs. When she glanced up, and caught me staring, she blushed and turned her eyes to the side.
“Is... is this all right, Commander? Does this feel good?”
“This feels incredible, Takao, it feels amazing.”
“Please cum whenever you like, Commander.”
I’m not normally a quick shot, but it had been so long since I had been with a woman – even since I had played with myself – that I felt my orgasm building much sooner than I would have liked.
“Oh! Oh, Takao... I think I’m going to cum!”
“Please cum on my breasts, Commander. They are yours to do with as you please.”
Despite her matter-of-fact delivery, those words were just too sexy to resist. With a loud moan, I reached my climax and began pumping out hot, white semen. The first blast almost hit her in the face – a drop or two landed on the tip of her nose – but the rest just spilled out over her big tits. “Ohhhhh, fuuuuuck!” I couldn’t remember the last time I had felt so good. “Fuck, Takao... that...” I slumped back on the couch to catch my breath. “That was great. Thank you so much.”
“I’m... I’m glad you enjoyed it, sir.” My rapidly shrinking penis was still nestled between her lovely cum-covered orbs, now shimmering in the lamplight. She squeezed her boobs together more tightly to stop my seed from dribbling down her cleavage onto her tummy, but I suspected her efforts were in vain.
“Here, let me help you,” I said, awkwardly reaching past her to grab the box of tissues on the coffee table.
“That was a very large load, Commander. Have you... if you’ll pardon me for asking, sir, have you not been masturbating to relieve yourself?”
Now it was my turn to blush. “Actually, no. I, um, I... I realised that whenever I masturbated, I would fantasize about... well, certain members of the fleet. And I thought that was highly inappropriate, so I... stopped.” My fantasies had often included her, of course, but I was terrified of telling her that, lest she think that I only appointed her my secretary ship so I could ogle her.
“Oh? So... you lust after members of the fleet? Then it seems all the more important for me to relieve your... frustrations. We don’t want you behaving inappropriately with any of the ladies, Commander.” I thought that was rich, considering I was wiping my cum off her breasts, but I saw her point.
“Are you... are you volunteering for... ongoing night duty?”
“It is an honour to serve you, Commander. Please allow this lowly Takao to offer you what little strength she has.”
“Um, thank you.”
* * * * *
Takao’s rationale for giving me a boobjob had been to ease my stress and allow me to focus on my work. But the surreal nature of what had just happened turned out to be more stressful and more distracting. Takao seemed more at ease than I did, though I noticed she avoided eye contact.
Somehow, we managed to finish up the report we were working on. Instead of getting a bite to eat, though, I suggested we call it a night. After locking up the office, my secretary walked me home, like she always did. She had explained to me once, “Even in port, we must not lower our guard. Danger lurks around every corner.” At my door, I said good night, and entered my quarters with a lot on my mind.
I couldn’t deny that the boobjob had felt amazing. Takao’s breasts were – well, quite frankly, they were perfect – and I couldn’t wait to see them again. But that was the problem: I realised that I had suddenly started to think of her as a pair of breasts with a person attached. Presumably, that would fade by morning, but what if it didn’t? What if I started seeing her not as an officer and a soldier, but as a sextoy? What if I got so distracted by her body that I lost sight of all her other attractive qualities?
It was clear that Takao saw our encounter as doing her duty for her commanding officer, and not as an intimate moment with a man. She gave me the impression that she was comfortable with that – more or less. But was I?
I didn’t want to use Takao, I wanted to date her; I didn’t want her to be my stress ball, I wanted her to be my girlfriend. But she didn’t see herself as girlfriend material. I doubted that she had ever given romance a second thought. And I was pretty sure she saw sexual desire as an unavoidable fact of life that just needed to be dealt with before it caused problems, like intestinal gas or ear wax.
So, I was in the bizarre situation – well, bizarre for me, at least – of having found a woman who was quite open to a sexual relationship (of sorts), but who seemed to offer no chance of a romantic relationship. Could I be happy with such an arrangement?
Or did I need more than Takao could give me?