Especially with a grateful Sovereign.

It was deeply unsettling to not have reveille sound throughout the base.

Kotone still woke up every morning at the same time she had at the Academy; it would take years before that wore off, even if the habit was neglected.

Intervention saw no need to wake her admiral up, most mornings. Unless it was for another marathon session of endless, huge-breasted inescapable paizuri that drained load after load from ever-throbbing balls that always produced more and more seed and built up painfully fast.

So, just the usual.

While some parts of Academy life were there purely for the sake of petty, dictatorial control, habits like showering first thing, then running a mile, all before breakfast, did her good. Kotone was never going to be much of a bodybuilder like many other stamen, but she still kept herself in top shape.

Even if it wasn’t just a good idea anyhow, Kotone would have still jogged out that mile in laps around the naval district’s bright-green astroturf and reddish bricks.

She’d grown up on ships and bases flying the manticore banner of the Kingdom of Sciorheil; one of the many old powers who had banded together into the autocratic alliance called the Empire. Mostly in reaction to the twin threats of liberal democracy and radical revolution, represented respectively by Alliance and Unity across the seas.

As per Sciorheil customs, mind, body, and soul were always linked. Which made exercise not just a practical virtue, but spiritual necessity.

Also a great way to develop a population that can be easy recruited for military service, and here we are. An entire generation of flickers, put on the frontlines to protect long-lived elders back home.

We’ll see about that, when I’ve got some real power.

A good jog let her enjoy the sunrise on her own terms, gathering her thoughts.

This peaceful facade won’t last much longer. If Alliance forces found their way to Meislohn waters, then early reports of our great victory might be, uh. Too early.

Had to keep grand aspirations in perspective, at least for now.

She greeted some of the early-risers at base; the workers who maintained the facilities and really weren’t soldiers in any measurable way. Almost exclusively men, who Kotone had a lot less problems dealing with.

Of the ship girls, Intervention was of course always first to rise.

In fact, Kotone couldn’t verify that the artillery cruiser ever slept.

“Admiral.”

“G-Good morning, Intervention! Oh, we’ll have another place to set for breakfast from now on.”

“Indeed. For as long as you can tolerate her.”

Sunder was always quick behind.

In fact, she often joined Kotone for the jogging, and her admiral was delighted to see the sunkissed destroyer come out of the second floor dorms with a cheerful wave. Her blonde hair tied back in a ponytail, and red eyes wide and ready for a wonderful new day.

Her normal outfit was more ‘paladin’ than ‘military’, but they all expressed some level of individuality when they weren’t out on missions.

“Good morning, Admiral!” Sunder called out, having exactly no trouble keeping up with Kotone’s pace and giving a pleasant chat besides. “You’re looking well. Proud, perhaps? Yesterday was a fine piece of commanding! We really showed them!”

“Morning,” Kotone managed without huffing and puffing, and she led the way across the footpaths, weaving through and around buildings over and over. The base wasn’t large, so a mile took a few goes. “Yep, we sure did. Really, it was all you girls, I just sat back and yelled things. Thank you for your hard work.”

Normally it was just the two of them on these runs, Kotone in tracksuit and sweatpants, and Sunder not bothering to change her normal attire. With a blue breastplate straight out of the Second Age, and a nun’s turtleneck underneath.

Today, however, the fleet had a new addition, and felt it immediately.

A cloud of dust approached them, then there was Sovereign.

Who certainly didn’t look like she could move very fast, topheavy as her sister. Her outfit, a deep patriotic red and black, was more knight than maid too, despite being Intervention’s ‘sister ship’. With a tabard and whatnot. Though the outfit wasn’t designed for it, it didn’t conceal her enormous bust, either, which bounced with every step in a way that would have been at least uncomfortable… for a humanoid.

Intervention was very decidedly not human, her white twintails flapping long in the wind kicked up by her own running, as she blew past Kotone and Sunder without a word.

Provoking the destroyer to kick her own ‘meat engines’, as she unsettlingly called those long, strong legs, into overdrive and try to keep up.

It wasn’t like fleet girls always mirrored their design triangle in human form, and they did need to exercise and maintain that form in various natural ways. Fast ships still tended to produce fast runners.

Kotone didn’t even bother trying to keep pace, she just kept running past her mile and waited for the two of them to tire themselves out, lap her, and come back in alongside.

Yep, here they come. Looks like Sovereign really is impressive, for a bigger ship.

Not just counting her absolutely absurd, disproportionate marshmallowy breasts, either. Though they were a permanent distraction, and a true link back to Intervention. Kotone couldn’t talk to either of them without staring in an obvious, blatant, and uncouth manner.

“Whew…” Kotone breathed in deep, heavy breaths, consciously trying to avoid the unhelpful habit of shallow gasps. “Quite a display, Sovereign. Good morning.”

“That wasn’t just to show off!” Sovereign proclaimed with the self-assurance of a queen. “I mean, it was that as well, but! Sunder and myself agreed on a certain prize to our race just now, Admiral!”

“Oh?”

“You! At least this morning.”

Sunder nodded gravely. “I won’t interfere in whatever, uh, victory celebration you two are planning~ Have fun.”

She took her leave to go roust the others.

Kotone looked between the two shipgirls, her face turning various shades of red as the concept reached up to her brain finally. It had a long way to go. She absolutely towered, especially over Sovereign herself. Which only made the angle more suitable for certain views, but that wasn’t what she had to focus on right now!

Without a word from Kotone, she was being dragged over to her office.

“Uh, just to clarify, when you say the prize is ‘me’...”

“You catch on quickly, Admiral! I’m glad! Inty said you’d understand, and that the best way to get through to you is just to do something, and ask for permission later.”

“That’s…”

Just because something was true didn’t make it right.

“I fully intend to express my gratitude for yesterday, and for brutish stamen such as yourself, it’s obvious the best way for a woman to do that.”

“With a gift basket…?”

Sovereign glared. “With these things, fool!”

She rather needlessly cupped her enormous breasts. Or at least, as much of them as she could; her hands vanished beneath an infinite wealth of softness, trying to support so much. Breasts flowed out, spilling over the ‘cups’ and then some. Even fully covered, the display was obscene.

“Oh. Uh… Sovereign, that’s really not… necessary...”

The click of her bedroom lock froze Kotone in place.

Long enough for Sovereign to get her sweatpants down, and promptly stop, in awe.

The shadow of an enormous dick fell over Sovereign’s face.