Yamato Empire Chronicle – TS Girl, Conquering the Fantasy World With the Strongest Modern Nation Made in a Game - Chapter 8

Lately, my Eryu-san has been acting strange. 

It has been five days since the New Continent survey team led by Eryu-san departed. It is about 2,200 km south of the mainland. 

This is the Führer’s office of the ship, “Fugaku”, a room set up for Eryu-san. This is a chic and stylish Victorian-style room set at the stern of the ship. 

So, I― Ayame and Eryu-san are enjoying a relaxing boat trip together… 

“What’s the matter, Ayame-san? you keep staring at me. Is there something wrong?” 

Perhaps noticing my staring gaze, Eryu-san sat quietly on the sofa and happily read some book, tilting her head. 

Such teasing gestures… So cute. 

That’s right, Eryu-san has been so cute lately. 

The past few days… no, Eryu-san has been like this ever since the other world transition. 

It was right after the transfer, I went to wake up in the morning, that things started to become like this. 

She didn’t resist when I forcibly removed her nightwear and stripped her naked, and when I stroked her thighs, she just turned bright red and became flustered, but she wasn’t that reluctant. 

Then, in Yokosuka. 

Just remembering it gives me a nosebleed. 

The feel of Eryu-san smooth thighs, the sight of Eryu-san face flushing red as she desperately tried to hold back her voice, and the charming “Hyaangh” that escaped uncontrollably when I reached for her inner thigh. 

A sense of immorality took over me. 

Really now, Eryu-san is really cute, almost like a little animal. It’s worth messing around with. 

This is not how Eryu-san used to be… wait? what kind of person was Eryu-san in the past? 

Hmmー? 

That’s strange, I can’t remember. What was Eryu-san like before that otherworldly transition? 

I remember them well in terms of data. What kind of person Eryu-san was and how I get involved. 

You can think of it like reading back the facts written in a history book. 

But it’s more like… would you say that you have lost your “memories” of specific feelings, how you interacted with them, and so on? 

No, it’s not just about Eryu-san. 

In retrospect, I have no “memory” of before that day, even though I have a “record” from before that day. 

That’s weird. It’s as if I didn’t exist until that day, that moment, and suddenly someone gave me a record and made me feel uncomfortable… 

Well, that can’t be right. 

Anyway, Eryu-san is just too cute. 

My top priority right now is admiring my adorable Eryu-san. 

We are now in the second half of our week-long voyage, our location is about 2,000 km south of the mainland, and we now are approaching the equator. 

Here’s what this means… 

Yes, there is only one answer. 

“Isn’t it hot, Eryu-san? ” 

“Eh, what’s going on all of a sudden? It sure is hot, though” 

Rise in temperature. 

And the solution was… 

“This ship, you see, has a swimming pool…wanna come by?” 

“A swimming pool? That’s nice.” 

Eryu-san is enthusiastic about my suggestion. 

Yes, these luxury cruise ships have swimming pools. The Fugaku, the Fuhrer’s exclusive ship, was diverted and remodeled from the design of a high-speed passenger ship, so it comes with a pool on deck as a matter of course. 

Yes! Yes!　This is the chance to put Eryu-san in a swimsuit! 

Besides, all the crew members of this ‘Fugaku’ are all women to avoid any harm to Eryu-san. So I can put Eryu-san in a swimsuit without any reservations. 

Well, I was wondering when to begin my plan! I have been working on this ‘Eryu-san Swimsuit Plan’ ever since I heard that the new continent was in the south. 

It still springs in the area near the mainland, so it’s strange to start talking about swimming pools so early after departure. So I’ve been holding off until we arrive near the equator, where the temperature rises. 

Finally, the temperature is just right so I can put on my swimsuit. 

“But, Ayame-san. Do you have a swimsuit, prepared? I don’t remember bringing one, do I?” 

“Yes, of course, because I’m a professional. I’ve prepared something for you, see, how about this?” 

Ta-da!, I pull out this extremely shameful string bikini from my pocket. It’s the kind of swimsuit that would already reveal what you need to hide if you put it on. 

Geegh, Eryu-san makes a disgusted face. Hmm, well, that’s to be expected. I’m just teasing. 

There is no way the Führer of the Yamato Empire, Eryu-san, was even allowed to wear such a perverted swimsuit. 

…Just kidding. “Here, choose whatever you like” 

Now I seriously lay out the swimsuits I had prepared on the table. 

White bikinis, black bikinis, cute ones with frills, or school swimsuits, which again I prepared as a joke, and so on. 

With this, let’s find out what Eryu-san swimwear preferences are. 

Well, what do you think…? 

Hey, Eryu-san, why don’t you choose? 

Why are you looking at me with such a suspicious look? 

“Why do you have that in your pocket? You don’t usually put swimsuits in your pockets, do you?” 

“Eh, is that so… unfortunately, it has nothing to do with common sense” 

“*sigh*” 

Eryu-san stares at my pocket. Even if you are staring at it, there is nothing weird in it, okay? 

But more importantly, which one do you want? My recommendation is the white bikini. I wonder if she will choose me, thus I try to appeal to them with a flickering glance. 

“That’s right, then, I’ll take this.” 

After worrying for a while, Eryu-san chose― the school swimsuit I had jokingly included. 

No, uh, I don’t know what to say. Don’t tell me, Eryu-san, you have a proclivity for such things? Should I wear a school swimsuit too? 

“Ayame-san, are you having some kind of delusions? I simply chose it because it’s the one with the least exposure” 

“Oh, I see what you mean.” 

I’m a little confused, and Eryu-san said in amazement. 

What… You weren’t a pervert who liked school swimsuits… 

“Then let’s wear this white bikini” 

“I don’t know what ‘then’ is, but…” 

“The reason I chose that is because the school swimsuit is not interesting. I will choose according to my taste” 

When I said that Eryu-san sighed and gave up, saying, “After all, I don’t have a choice, do I?” 

It’s quick and helpful I guess. Come on, let’s get dressed, shall we? 

　……And so, Eryu-san who was resisting saying “Are we changing here? What about the dressing room!?”,  quickly changed her into a bikini. 

Hmm. 

It sure is adorable, isn’t it? 

As I expected, Eryu-san innocent and angelic atmosphere and pure white swimsuit match well, It has reached the realm of the mystical. 

But, it’s not enough. Especially around the thighs. 

“Um, if you keep staring at me like that…” 

Eryu-san is flustered and embarrassed. 

　……That’s right. 

I came up with something innovative. I hand Eryu-san a pair of knee-high socks. 

“You want me to wear this?” 

“Yeah, is there a problem?” 

“It’s not a swimsuit, is it? ” 

“I know. But, after all, it’s the times that call for knee-socks” 

Please, I’m begging you! If I bowed my head, Eryu-san would reluctantly put on her knee-socks. 

So easy. 

And it’s done. 

What an immoral feeling. Absolute territory! 

Eryu-san’s white, thin thighs are sandwiched between her knee-socks and bikini, creating a destructive absolute territory. 

Bikini and knee-socks, such a dreadful combination… how beautiful! 

This is the new thigh revolution. 

It’s no wonder that the people call her “The Führer of the Thighs” the thighs that distorted the sexuality of our people. 

That said, we are ready to go. 

So I took Eryu-san out on the deck and came to the swimming pool, which I was looking forward to… 

“Say, Führer, do you mind if I join you?” 

A real nuisance has arrived. 

A small swimming pool in the center of the deck of Fugaku. 

Just a few minutes after we arrived. While I was planning to play a game of sunscreen with Eryu-san by the poolside, she came in a black bikini with a big smile on her face. 

“Well, you’re the captain, aren’t you?” 

“Colonel Marine Guard, Yozakura Reika. Thank you for your acquaintance, Your Excellency” 

That bombshell woman. 

Yozakura Reika. She is an excellent Guardsman based solely on her ability, being from a marine family. Because of her ability, I have entrusted her with the command of the Fugaku… from my personal standpoint, I don’t like this woman. 

Look, just casually talk to my Eryu-san… moreover, that swimsuit is the same design as mine. 

Black bikini. 

You’ve come here… to fight me! 

She must have noticed my gaze, because she flaunts her bosom and shows off her voluptuous breasts. 

You are trying to take away my Eryu-san. Surely, she wants the favor of the Führer, Eryu-san. You power-hungry, titty-busting bitch! 

It’s supposed to be just the two of us, Eryu-san and I. Can’t we somehow turn her away? 

“Well well, look at you, Captain-dono. Are you sure you should be in a place like this?” 

“Oh, isn’t this the Chief Guard, Ayame-dono. Well, since you are coming aboard our ship, I thought it would be impolite if I didn’t personally entertain you” 

When I provoked her in a sarcastic way, she said it as if it was a matter of fact, this big tits. 

Eeeeh, Eryu-san eyes are glued to that woman’s breasts! 

Damn it, if only I had the chest to fight that woman… not as much as Eryu-san, but mine is flat, too. 

But! my defeat has not yet been decided! 

I will tell you that breast size is not the decisive difference in fighting ability. 

I’ve been with Eryu-san as her adjutant for 300 years! In a setting, yes! my memory is a little fuzzy though! 

I hug Eryu-san from behind. It’s not just a hug, it’s pressing my breasts. 

Come on, let’s fight. Busty bitch! 

“Wha, it hurts, Ayame-san! what’s the matter with you, suddenly you’re hugging me” 

What, hurts? not soft? you know, I’m pushing it… the breasts. 

Ah, it looks like a no-go. 

Maybe I should try to compete with my thighs, then? 

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Author Note: 

Actually, I’m a military beginner… 

If you have any opinions or suggestions, such as how it would be interesting to use a weapon like this, or how this kind of depiction would be strange, I would be very happy if you would let me know your impressions.