Admirals can't catch a break around here!

Kotone Watanabe enjoyed the world best at a distance...

“Admiral! Geeze, wake up, sleepyhead! Breakfast in ten minutes!”

… Which was unfortunate, given her chosen profession was designed by long-dead gods to remove every trace of privacy and solitude. Even this rocky little outcropping of nowhere had grown far more bustling lately…

“My dearest Admiral~ The morning reports’ve come in~”

… It was also strange having to act as superior officer to a princess. Sadly, the Lady Uchiyama’s disguise as an ordinary orderly was paper-thin. A standard black Imperial uniform couldn’t conceal how absurd Uchiyama, styling herself as “Ensign Kasumi”, was. Much larger than either Intervention or Sovereign, no mean feat...

“Either take her, or stop staring so pathetically, Admiral.”

… Intervention doubled the rate of wringings to compensate, but Kotone couldn’t tell if that was out of consideration or annoyance. The white-haired artillery cruiser maintained the same affect in every situation, even while smothering Kotone’s throbbing dick between pale, heaving lotion-slick breasts...

“At this rate, I’m going to be drained like a sponge…”

At least there was one place Kotone could enjoy sovereign silence; a lavishly-furnished private bathroom adjacent to her office. Sporting windows looking out towards the sea, providing natural sunlight and privacy for an oversized white porcelain bathtub.

Nobles weren’t wrong about everything.

There was a unique pleasure to be found in conspicuous consumption. It was the same principle that led nouveau riche to rent huge apartments in the middle of dense urban sprawl, just to decorate the space with glowing ferns or whatever.

Kotone ran herself a hot bath while shrugging off yesterday’s uniform, filling the room with cleansing steam and carelessly-discarded articles of clothing. She undid the button-up dress shirt beneath. With each piece of coverage went a bit of her worries, until she unhooked her white cotton bra and pulled down necessarily-baggy checkerboard boxers.

Until the ultimate act of surrender for the questionably-sighted; removing the black spectacles that otherwise sat permanently perched at the bridge of her high nose, and setting them tenderly, folded-up, on the open windowsill.

At least being nearsighted meant she could still move to the adjacent showers fine.

An extravagance designed for commanders of shipgirls; three chrome heads split by nothing more than transparent dividers. It was traditional in many constituent nations of the Empire to ‘wash before you bathe’, after all. For that matter, it was traditional across the whole world to bathe together, but oh well.

Her daily bath was Kotone Time, assured by the half-dozen deadbolts she’d had installed on that door.

Heedless of her thin, pale body’s distinctive qualities, having lived with long, silky black hair, that big thing hanging down there, defective purple eyes, and the whole lot for coming up on two decades, Kotone finally slipped beneath the bubbly, fragrant surface of bathwater with a decadent sigh.

Although due to her sheer height, cute pink nipples capping a humble, still-hopefully-developing chest were still visible. Not a concern, as she was finally enjoying her full allotment of the day’s privacy, forgetting one critical fact.

Bang!

A door, however locked, was only as strong as its hinges.

“Admiral, we’re coming in!”

“Please don’t?!”

Ingrained instincts led Kotone to slump down into the water, covering herself to the neck. She made an undignified, girlish squeal of terror that lilted up at the end somehow?

Three gorgeous women walked in like they owned the place. Sovereign, Intervention, and the Lady Uchiyama, each covered by no more than tiny, inadequate fluffy cotton towels. Each as busty as ever, but now that impression wasn’t filtered by clothing.

Warm, breathing pinups, with rosy cheeks and mischievous smiles.

Laid bare before their Admiral for the first time together, every aspect of sinfully-soft bodies were on shameless display. Though it was far from their only charm point, those three enormous sets of breasts took center stage. They softly rose and fell with each breath, a springy heft dampened by weight.

Especially in the case of the noble Lady, by far the largest top and bottom.

She didn’t need playfully-twitching fox ears to tell anyone with eyes she was a kitsune; her proportions told an entrancing tale. Right down to the mischievous way she’d happened to pick a towel that was just a bit too short for her, and so her huge nipples, smoothly transitioning from pale to pink in a gradient across the front of her bust, were just out there to admire. The Lady had the fertile hourglass of a goddess, framed by bushy black tails. Even accounting for breasts larger than her head apiece, she was more sensibly-proportioned than the topheavy sisters.

Not to say Sovereign or Intervention particularly lacked for hips. Sovereign in particular, thanks to her excess of attitude, often cocked them at an angle and swayed and sashayed about, which worked with great effect on the tiny towel hanging down just long enough to cover the valley between soft, pillowy thighs.

Intervention moved firmly and decisively, and was never known to sway.

Yet her physical mannerisms were still in every way feminine. The way she pinched her arms and shoulders together, in this case trying in vain to hold up the inadequate towel to cover her huge bust, made angles and lines on her body flow instead into curves.

The humanoid form was very flexible in how it could be presented; though their bombshell bodies were similar, and both were fit to take Kotone’s breath away and make her heart race, and provoke a quick rush of blood southwards, the way these two carried themselves made the difference.

Sovereign with her hair down was a particular treat.

After a while of gormless, blurry staring, Intervention got tired of waiting. “Admiral, we’ve decided you deserve a reward for the recent action. Particularly one of us, who is grateful to find a place here. Loath as she is to admit a debt to anyone.”

Sovereign pouted, leaning further forward to give a peek of hard nipples that were already outlined quite clearly by the towel, thank you very much-

“Ensign ‘Kasumi’ was delighted by the idea, as she is thrilled to work under you as executive officer. I’ve **** but to indulge them. We’ll be bathing together this morning. Naturally, you’ll have no objections.”

“You can’t just, this is highly…”

With face redder than Intervention’s eyes, Kotone pointed to the showers.

“At least wash off first? I paid a lot for these bath salts.”