Chapter 79

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79. I heard that giving benefits can attract people?

"Actually, I've been thinking about a question."

Skillfully gathering her hair, she used her index finger to hook and stretch the black hair tie, then gently pulled the smooth, long hair into the loop, slightly lifting it backward.

"You tell me, why can we walk on water and then soak in the swimming pool? We don't get wet during sea battles, but now we have to wear swimsuits. Isn't that unscientific? It doesn't make any sense."

"And we still get wet."

The hair cascaded down to her waist, and the owner of the hand adjusted the string of the swimsuit, seemingly finding a more comfortable position. The subtle sound of the fabric rubbing against her skin faintly echoed in the room.

"I think if you put even a fraction of this investigative spirit into your studies, you might already be the head of the technical team. This kind of question should be asked to your instincts, right? Battle mode and non-battle mode. Just make a judgment."

A head of black hair was dramatically spread over her shoulders, causing her to shake her long hair in frustration. She found something that looked like a hairpin and, looking in the mirror, meticulously began to style her hair, which for humans would be an unattainable beauty, trying to form it into a bun.

"But, you're right. What's really going on? Are we the product of some kind of supernatural phenomenon? Something like a soul?"

"Hey, if our souls are male, that's really gross, right? And we're not historical fleets, so where would we get souls? Even Enterprise doesn't know what happened back then. After all, we're just shipgirls, not human ships."

"Ugh... Now that you mention it, it does sound gross."

"If you know it's gross, don't bring it up. Seriously, you've ruined my mood for swimming. Ah, this swimsuit is a bit tight."

She adjusted the swimsuit that was already stretched tight by her round buttocks and full chest, a well-endowed Slavic woman shook her single ponytail, one hand supporting her slender waist, and did a perfect backbend in front of the full-length mirror.

The sudden movement made the eyes of the Yamato Nadeshiko behind her instantly deaden.

"...Sis, help me with my hair."

"You're old enough to do it yourself, right?"

Looking through the gap between her legs after the backbend, the foolish younger sister, upside down with a frown and disheveled hair, came into view of Plan Ship No. 1.

"Because it's troublesome. Most importantly, I've never tried it." Plan Ship No. 2 frowned, looking at her lively sister, and reached out her hand. Two colored hair ties lay quietly in her palm.

"Sure, sure, my lady..."

Plan Ship No. 1 sighed and stood up.

The movement of her assets made Montana instantly cross herself, muttering, "The sin of God," and then focused on adjusting her swimsuit.

"I can hear everything you say in this small space. And among us, I have the best figure, anyway."

She threw a smug smile at the two defeated dogs behind her and walked to her sister's side, humming a tune as she casually styled her sister's hair.

"Ah, but we're back to the original question. Why can we swim?"

"This must be the sin bestowed upon us by God..."

"I've already said, I'm religious too, and I'm Orthodox. Even though there's no more religious inquisition, Montana, it's hard to communicate if you keep saying things like that."

"Who knows what's going on?"

No. 110 also adjusted her swimsuit, folded her original clothes, and put them in an iron box.

"Maybe we are the favorites of heaven, able to do whatever we want. Our minds are faster than humans, our abilities stronger, our emotions richer, and we can walk on water. In every way, we look like divine spirits, as mentioned in the Bible."

"Divine spirits? Ah, the Bible does mention walking on water."

"Religious issues are not to be joked about!"

"It's fine, we're all part of the Abrahamic monotheistic religions. You're Shinto, I'm Orthodox, you're **, and Enterprise seems to be Baptist. Let's just consider it a doctrinal exchange, no big deal."

"..."

"Montana, don't be angry. Come, smile?"

Looking at the sulking Montana, Plan Ship No. 1 said with a smile. Her hands didn't stop, and she quickly tied her sister's hair into two small buns.

Then she took a few steps back, looking at her artistic creation, the well-endowed woman with a brain nodded in satisfaction, patted her sister's slender shoulder, and showed a mischievous smile, pinching her sister's indifferent cheek.

"Hmm, my skills haven't declined much."

"Sis, it hurts a bit."

Facing her sister's actions, Plan Ship No. 2 adjusted her tight swimsuit and protested indistinctly.

"It's fine, the feel is still good."

"I said, it hurts a bit..."

"If we're all ready, let's go to the pool."

You two should just have a good competition.

No. 110, with a look of class enemy hatred, glanced at the two women's chests and interrupted the interaction between the two Europeans. She then pulled up the Montana who was curled up in the corner, hugging a cross and muttering, and pushed open the door of the changing room.

Outside, the already cleaned swimming pool was gleaming in the sunlight, looking leisurely. Surprisingly, it seemed someone had already arrived. A shipgirl in a white bikini had set up a sun umbrella and lounge chairs by the pool, placed a jug of iced soda nearby, and was leisurely flipping through a book.

Dragging the "troubled" Plan Ship No. 2 out, Plan Ship No. 1, as the older sister, looked at the shipgirl lying by the pool with some surprise.

"Eh? Sacramento? What are you doing here?"

"That should be my line."

Lifting her eyes from the book, Sacramento looked at the four shipgirls with some surprise.

"You guys, what are you doing here?"