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Akagi didn’t get it.
The pride of the Sakura Empire had found herself in a spot of trouble, which was strange considering that the carrier had been on her best behavior these past few days. How could someone like Akagi do wrong? It was simply that everyone else, even her beloved Commander at times, did not understand the rationale behind her actions.
Pushing Taihou into the water while an anchor chain just so happened to be wrapped around her ankle?
That skank deserved it for the way she was oogling at her beloved Commander, Akagi could not fathom how such a lewd degenerate had come to bear the same flag as someone as regal and refined as herself. When would she learn that the Commander belonged to Akagi?
Sneaking expired milk cartons into the cafeteria during a routine inspection?
Well, all Akagi wanted some time alone with her beloved Commander – even if that meant having to nurse them back to health after a bout of ‘coincidental’ food poisoning. It was entirely not her fault if some greedy pigs plundered the treasures rightfully meant for her lover, and if those same pigs ended up in the infirmary.
And as for that incident with the children during a spar?
Now matter how old those little destroyers were, if they dared stand between her and her beloved then they should be best prepared to face the consequences. Besides, it was not like they were that injured by her sudden bombardment. Only half of them stayed in the infirmary for longer than a week.
And yet, somehow after all that, Akagi ended up in detention. A dumping ground for brats and the weak.
Make no mistake, the faux kitsune had certainly made a fuss about it. Akagi had run through every possible word for violence in the dictionary by the time she was convinced to attend – requiring direct orders from both Lady Nagato and her beloved Commander. But even then, she had very clear that this project of theirs was a waste of her time - and likely to result in one less shipgirl on the Sakura Empire’s docks.
“Stupid bitch.”
Pacing around the room had gotten really old fast. Eventually, Akagi had settled on kicking up her legs on one of the many empty desks in the classroom – idly picking at her false claws in some attempt to fend off the boredom. Her tails wind around the cold metal of the wooden chair, creaking as Akagi rocks it back and forth.
Akagi was beautiful and very often flaunted it – her thighs bursting out of her tight nylon leggings. Her black overcoat, fashioned with the gilded patterns of a traditional kimono, does little to hide her luscious chest – the robes straining to hold them back as the fox girl lets out a deep sigh. A pair of golden eyes are framed by deep red eyeliner, applied on the tip of a kitchen knife earlier that morning. “What a waste of time.”
The clock ticks on.
Her flickering patience reaches its last embers, Akagi letting out a deep growl. She flicks her nails, planting her sandals on the ground and pushing herself to stand. “That’s it. I’ve had enough.”
“I’m leaving.”
The carrier pauses. Footsteps.
Her knifelike ears curve towards the noise, twitching excitedly at the prospect of prey. Light. Fast. That eliminated most of the options – the other women in the Empire often had slow sloping gaits from the bobbing of their oversized peaches. Akagi’s mood worsens as she imagines those stupid bimbos hogging up her Commander. The door opens. Her lips dip into confusion and then surprise, before settling on a predatory grin.
“You?” She snarls. “What are you doing here, Köln?”
The two were polar opposites. Unlike her fellow Iron Blood ships, Köln was a non-combatant. She spent her days teaching little destroyers and submarines, keeping them entertained between the Commander’s bouts against their shared enemy. A pair of round rimmed glasses are pushed up to the bridge of her nose, gray hair tied into a pair of twintails that tumbled down her narrow shoulders. A meek quiet thing that reminded Akagi of a little baby bird.
Her fangs gnash in anticipation at the prospect of fresh meat.
“Good afternoon Akagi-San.” The light cruiser nods docilely. “Sorry for being late, I had some last-minute marking to do.”
“Cut the shit.” Akagi jeers. “I suppose you’re here to try to punish me?”
“What are you going to do then? Make me write apologies on the whiteboard?”
Silence. Being ignored stings her pride more than any insult could have. That whore! A paper plane flickers into existence between two fingers, crimson petals dropping to the ground as Akagi briefly considers showing Köln just who she was ignoring. Flames flicker as her pupils narrow into slits. But the memory of the Commander’s orders passes through her mind, numbing the heat of her anger. “You’re lucky I’m in a good mood.”
“Now let’s get this over with. I have better things to do than rot in a box with the likes of you.”
The teacher does not yet reply, dropping a heavy box at the desk at the head of the class. Akagi’s nose twitches from an influx of foreign smell. Energy. She leans forward, a genuine curiosity briefly overpowering her foul mood. Akagi had barely bothered to learn about machines, even the ones that had made shipgirls like her possible. “Oi.”
“What is that?”
“Hm?” Köln briefly glances at her. “Ah, be patient Akagi-San, I am almost done.”
CLACK! Akagi slides off the desk in one fluid motion, tails brushing along the table legs as she lunges forward.
THUD!
Köln does not even flinch as both claws slam onto the table, the carrier unfurling her tails to cover like the blossoms of a malevolent flower. The furious Akagi leans in with both fangs bared, twitching with barely restrained bloodlust.
“You know, I have better things to do than this.” She threatens. “And I do not like having my time wasted.”
“Calm down.”
Köln looks up at her apathetically, the sheer nonchalance in her tone breaking through the Sakura Empire ship’s intimidating veneer. “The less you disturb my work, the faster this session will be.”
Akagi briefly wonders if she could get away with murdering Köln and spinning it as an accident.
But again, the invisible leash of her beloved’s words pulls her back from the brink. The snarling carrier takes a seat at one of the desks - tapping her claws on the surface of the wood in some attempt to annoy the Iron Blood ship.
“Done.”
On the desk is a small virtual reality headset. Köln lifts it up with a huff, adjusting the knobs and dials on its side with precise clicks. How weak. The fox had seen this trinket before, having found the blueprints for this device while conducting a daily check-up of their activities. Alas, she was too busy fuming about finding a letter from Essex within their drawers to pay any real attention to those trivial matters. “Finally. Can I go now?”
“Hold on.” Köln unplugs it from a cable, the device’s screen lighting up a light teal with a pleasant chime. “There.”
“Put this on.”
“Seriously?” The carrier rolls her eyes. “A VR therapy session? Are you serious?”
“Akagi-San, I hope you remember your cooperation will expedite this process.”
A pause. “Tch. You’re lucky I’m in a good mood today.”
“Now come. Put it on.”
She hears the teacher sigh before trotting over to her. Good. If Akagi was to be humiliated, then Köln would suffer the same way. The carrier adjusts her seating position, mostly so that the far shorter woman could actually reach the top of her head. An uncomfortable jolt runs through her body as Köln’s fingers run through her hair. How dare this bitch touch her?! Only the Commander could touch her like that! A sharp inhale.
“Touch me again and you will die,” The beast snarls. “Now what?”
“Feel free to pen your eyes.”
Darkness greets her. As far as Akagi could tell, nothing had really changed in the room around her. No new smells. No new sounds. All Köln had done was wrap a bandanna around her eyes, an ugly heavy bandana at that. “This is futile.”
“…”
“Köln?”
CLICK!
A pair of red dots. Even for a shipgirl, Akagi had been blessed with above average senses – thanks in part to her unique physiology and her inclinations towards tracking certain individuals.
“Activation complete.”
Köln’s voice sounded further away, Akagi hating how she could not tell exactly where the teacher had moved from sound alone. Two pairs of ears weren’t worth much when one pair was being smothered to death by this useless doohickey. Her lips purse with the slightest bit of apprehension – tails swishing behind her as the woman adjusts her position.
“Load Domestication Program.”
“Domestication?” A jolt runs down her spine. “What are you doing? Don’t you dare mess with-”
With a pop, the light changes.
“What?” She gasps breathlessly. “What – what is this?”
A crimson spiral rotates on a black background, devouring her attentions with one fell swoop. Akagi allows her words to fade into a whisper as the colors inch closer, the red streaks appearing to pulse and throb with the movements of the virtual image. What? Her befuddlement eases into confusion, cheeks flushing with blood. The fox tilts her heat, ears perking up as the spiral continues to drill into her consciousness. Her muscles relax without her permission.
A fire of resistance ignites.
Akagi grunts as she tries to reach up, but her hands refuse to budge – as if weights had been tied around the both of them. The shipgirl sinks deeper, submerged by a crimson river. Gah! Akagi frowns and growls, struggling like an unruly beast. Her eyelids flutter, but the fox finds that she cannot fully close them. The sheer beauty of the colors forbade it.
“K-Köln, stop this stupidity-”
“But you look so happy Akagi-San.”
Her voice is soothing, calming Akagi’s flames even as they threatened to burn Köln to ash.
“Just look deeper into the spiral.” The carrier groans, determined to resist until the end. “I know you want to.”
“N-No.”
Köln huffs disappointedly. “Akagi-San. You know you want this. And the spiral is just so pretty, isn’t it?”
Her focus intensifies as her mind snaps awake, the yandere unwilling to let Köln get the last laugh. Akagi snarls as she doubles her concentration, scanning each and every pixel of the display for some weakness she could exploit.
But the more she struggles, the more tired her mind becomes.
Every ounce of effort Akagi put into breaking the spiral only broke her concentration, the carrier growing increasingly unable to focus on anything but those colors. Those beautiful colors. Red and black – the same that Akagi had brandished with pride on her hull and on her clothes. Her colors. The subconscious familiarity allows the spiral to slip further through the cracks in her defense.
“You can still – save yourself, you skank.” Akagi grunts. “I will – spare you if you stop this now.”
“Akagi, Akagi-”
Her heart flutters. The Commander! Akagi instinctually looks behind her, but there is only the spiral. Her name is music to her ears when said in their voice, but she knows it to be another trick from the wench at the table. “Stop! Don’t you dare use their voice!”
“Easy there, don’t be angry.”
The words are honeyed and loving, caressing her very being with the love Akagi had craved from her beloved. The carrier bites her lip to seal her growing arousal. Thoughts of tearing Köln into fine ribbons war against the urge to listen to her future lover. Her feet thud at the metal in frustration. “Mnghh… N-No. You’re tricking me.”
“Do you really think I would do that?” The faux Commander purrs, far more flirtatious than Akagi had ever seen. The spiral continues to turn. “I have always wanted what’s best for you, Akagi. When have I ever mislead you?”
“You trust me, don’t you?”
Akagi is unable to provide a rebuttal. She only scowls and buries her claws into the wood, tails swooshing anxiously as the last wisps of resistance leaves her body. N-No… Not to Köln… But, try as the yandere might to fight back, the Commander’s gentle whispers continue to pull down her walls brick by brick.
“Of… course I do.”
The fox’s ears pull back in silent submission, a far cry from her typical cruel taste for drama.
“Then surrender to the spiral.”
Akagi does so in an instant.
And for her good work, she is rewarded.
“OOOH!” The woman shudders as her body is flooded with pure bliss, all dignity thrown aside with a single ecstatic moan. Drunken with stupor, Akagi licks her lips and fully allows the colors to wash over her. YESYESYES! The damage to her pride is forgotten, sunken beneath nothing but pretty colors and love for her Commander. “Mphmmm…...”
“Good girl.”
Another bout of organismal pleasure. Another moan from Akagi.
“Do you see anything?”
Akagi growls at the teacher’s voice. That witch! Even entranced, the fox still found the idea of submitting to the likes of her foreign and dangerous. “None of-” The carrier lets out a shuddering groan. “- your business, you Iron Blood wench.”
“Bad girl.”
With a press of a button, the visor turns off. Akagi’s expression briefly cycles to one of submissive confusion, unusual for the usually smug dominatrix, before warping into a more typical rage. “What did you do?!”
“Where did all the pretty colors go?!”
“Be good and you’ll get them back.” Her captor hums. “Simple.”
The carrier snarls, though it looked comical with the large visor. “Don’t assume I am one of your little students, Köln.”
“I know what you’re trying to do, and I will have no part of-”
A click. Her beloved spiral returns with a click. The carrier lets out a blissful sigh, her mind instantly numbed.
“No part of what, Akagi?”
“Gah!” Her claws launched up to the visor, but one tap shoots Akagi’s mind back to wonderland.
Another tap of the button.
“You vile woman! Give me the colors or I will rip your throat out and use your body as a-”
Tap. Akagi falls just as easily as the first half a dozen times.
“What do good girls do?”
A gasp escapes her lips as her mind is dredged from within its dream of heavenly bliss. “Fu-fuck you Köln.”
Tap. Another moan. Tap. Another volley of curses and threats.
Rinse and repeat.
By the time the hour is up, Köln had finished her work.
She whistles a tune as Akagi continues to pant, occasionally inspecting the spiral on her screen.
Despite the nature of her work, Disciplinary Rehabilitation was far from a merely sensual activity – there was a great deal of technical knowledge needed for her work. The Commander had been extremely precise with both the hues used for the spiral and the lines that they would use during the induction. To their credit, their efforts were far from fruitless. As soon as they had been brought in, Akagi had fallen faster than a sinking ship. Typical for a yandere.
“Hm?” Köln notices that the fox had gone silent. “Akagi-San?”
For all her professionalism, not even Köln was immune to the vixen’s charm – especially with the added appeal of seeing the dignified and haughty carrier reduced to a slobbering, moaning mess. Akagi had one hand within her kimono and the other pawing at her obi belt, as if wanting to pry it off to expose herself further. Every movement makes her curves bounce, tails swishing with the rhythm of her groping.
“Mein Gott.”
Köln takes a deep breath, wiping her sweating forehead with a handkerchief. This woman… The teacher pushes her chair back, her grip on the table’s edge tense. “What do good girls do?”
The fox does not even hesitate, her voice reduced to a shuddering moan.
“Obey.”
Tap.
The spiral returns. Akagi jolts in place, kimono shifting to reveal more of that soft, supple skin The sight of drool trickling down her chin and her plump crimson lips is enough to leave Köln hot and bothered, the teacher watching in stunned silence as a desperate panting fills the quiet room.
With a tap, the spirals are turned off.
No reaction. But Köln had to be sure.
“What do good girls do?”
“…Obey.”
Her words are concise, clear. A tap for her efforts.
Even as her head thuds on the table, her giddy giggles are music to Köln’s ears. But perhaps due to her sheer instinct to save face, Akagi somehow manages to rise all on her own – the chair groaning from all her weight being thrown on it at once. “Excellent work.”
“I suppose then,” The teacher says with dried lips. “It is time to test your obedience.”
The carrier groans from the spike of pleasure pushing itself into her system, a drop of water into an overflowing bucket. She leaves her post at the teacher’s desk, gloves caressing the carrier’s plump cheek and lifting it off her shoulder.
“Are you ready Akagi?”
“… Yes.”
Hopefully, the Commander wouldn’t mind if she had a bit of fun with Akagi first.
Removing her coat and dumping it on a nearby table, Köln allows herself to fall onto Akagi.
Her hands grope her supple peaches, Akagi exploding upwards at a single touch – hours of pent-up arousal rushing out and staining the floor with her love. Köln’s smile widens as she sinks deeper into the vixen, exploring every nook and cranny in between those divine mountains. Scheiße… How could someone so sharp and edged have a body so soft? “Mphmm…”
“Ah.” The teacher gasps, covered in sweat and licking her lips. “Akagi…”
“Mrhmmm…” Akagi groans as she forces her lips under the taller woman’s neck, streaks of the fox’s spit landing into her gray hair. Peppering her with love, the carrier instinctually reaches for Köln’s back – claws digging for support as her body is pushed back by the sheer power of the teacher’s passion. Their thighs smush into one another as Köln eases herself to straddle Akagi, fingers exploring every inch within reach. “Good girl. Very good.”
“Let me help remove that ugly visor for you-”
Akagi groans as her eyes adjust to the light, blinking in confusion as Köln carefully sets the high-tech device on the side. For a split second, the teacher wonders if she had been too early in assuming her victory. But one look at her eyes reveals the truth. The vixen runs a sinuous tongue across her velvet lips, pink hearts set into her pupils. “Mhm…. Mistress.”
“You look delicious.”
“Careful now pet,” Köln pushes a finger under her chin. “Remember who is in charge.”
The carrier growls quiet, knowing her defiance was part of her appeal. “What makes you think you deserve me?”
“I’ll show you.”
One of her hands slithers down Akagi’s thighs and through the folds of her kimono, the over-sensitive carrier unable to maintain her snark as she shudders in bliss. Köln reaches her real target soon enough, slipping through her undergarments and sliding her fingers to tease the fox into submission. To her credit, the flushing Akagi bites her lips, unwilling to concede so easily.
“Say it.” Köln demands, the two fingers inside joined by another. “Who do you serve?”
“No one… Bitch.”
Akagi throws her head back and moans as Köln squeezes her breast, removing the fabric off one to suckle on its tip. Her nipples harden as Köln runs her tongue all over, lips pursed around her bra. Those blushing pristine mounds had been teasing her the whole class – a distant horizon that Köln could finally savor with her lips.
“K- Köln! St-Stop this - AH!”
The teacher does not mind that Akagi had begun to peel her clothes off. The fox soon devolves into a beast once more, groaning and moaning from the euphoric bliss of Köln’s expert movements. Both of them were half-nude and vulnerable, bodies embracing one another in a haze of sweat and sensuality. “Say it.”
“I-I serve… y-you.”
“Good girl.”
Her tails stiffen as Köln reaches extra deep with her fingers. Poor Akagi had been soaking wet the entire session, and she could hold herself back no longer. Her tails stick out with the force of her movements, thick thighs squeezing beneath Köln.
With a jolt and a moan loud enough to shatter glass, Akagi releases.
The carrier collapses back into her seat, leaking love onto the floor as Köln removes herself from her latest partner. I this pent up? Köln blushes a little from the embarrassment, putting her twintails in their proper places and pushing up her fogged glasses.
“You are dismissed.” The teacher nods. “Thank you for your time.”
“Your next session is tomorrow.”
Akagi makes a noise somewhere between a moan and a groan.
As usual, Belfast is the only one awake.
The Royal Navy maid hums a tune, vanquishing the stray dust bunnies with a broom and dustpan. Instead of her usual white dress, the woman wears a red turtleneck and black jeans. The little Destroyers compared her to someone called Yor Forger, but alas Belfast didn’t keep up with enough shows to know the name. Perhaps she could catch up, the others had nothing but praise to say about-
“Belfasttt!”
Her grip on her broom tightens. That voice belonged to only one person on the base.
“Good morning Akagi.”
But the maid suddenly falters, eyes wide in surprise. “I-Interesting.”
With her occupation, Belfast was good at noticing little details – details like the slouch in Akagi’s posture and the way her hair had been done up into a ponytail. The dignified carrier had a collar around her neck, the bell ringing in a manner befitting of a housecat as she darts over with curious eyes. “Oh, oh wait-”
“Sorry about the dress BTW,” The vixen starts, though it is clear the apology was far from sincere. “No hard feelings?”
Why is she talking like that? Belfast swallows her questions behind a polite smile. “Of course not.”
“What brings you here this morning?”
“Oh ya’know,” Akagi purrs, eyes darting towards the halls. “I have a little meeting with someone special-“
She snarls, smiling with her usual malice. “But I don’t expect a whore like you to know how that feels like.”
“Akagi. Down.”
The effect is instant, Akagi letting out a muffled moan in pleasure as she drops to her knees. It takes every ounce of composure in her body to remain calm. Belfast watches silently as Köln rubs her head – the much shorter woman exuding with a cold, confident dominance. “Köln. I see you’ve – finished with Akagi.”
The carrier snarls, but Köln pulls her back by the collar. The exhausted teacher whispers into her ear, and Akagi quickly scurries off without another word – though not without throwing a dirty glance at the maid’s way.
“Belfast, allow me to apologize for her behavior.” Köln sighs. “I don’t know why she’s still this – troublesome.”
“I assume that this – change - is part of the Commander’s new program?”
“Indeed, though it clearly still needs more work. I just – how does Akagi have so much energy?”
Heavy eyebags. Disheveled hair. If her knowledge of Akagi’s personality was any indicator, Belfast had a small idea on what the teacher was preoccupied with. The maid looks over Köln’s shoulder, unable to match the image of a dominatrix with the meek polite woman in front of her. “Well, you certainly have your hands full. Who else is slated for the process?”
“Roon and Taihou.” The exhausted Köln sighs. “I have much work to do.”
A moment passes.
“You know, perhaps I can join you for this session.”
The maid smiles, eager for a bit of revenge for her dress. "A little fun never hurt anyone."