Captain's Superior For Short の小説・ストーリー

Sandra: Oh! You're a marine! That's so manly. But isn't it dangerous? Victor: Not really. It’s more paperwork than anything else. We’re on the sea most of the time, avoiding enemy waters, so it’s pretty chill. Sandra: That made you ten times more attractive to me. It’s funny, but I feel like you hold an important position, too. Victor: Yeah. I’m the captain. Sandra: That makes so much sense. You looked like you were the boss of something in your pictures. Are you a good captain, though? Take good care of your men?

When I finished what I was doing, I was about to go out when suddenly someone spoke up again. "He is the captain of seniors, right? That former class A. I really wonder why he shifted his section,” I heard a caterpillar say. Captain of seniors? There is no doubt that they are referring to my boyfriend. "It's good to shoot a ball," "Really? Maybe he's good at shooting in bed too." The heck! Hello! Girlfriend is here. There is little consideration there. "Taste it later," D*mn! Be ready for me because my blood is heating up in your flirts.

"Together Captain." The game waited for us and we were ready to answer.

He showed me a tone neither overbearing nor submissive. ‘‘Haha, you've worried for nothing, Captain,’’ I responded with a burst of cold laughter. I shook my head slowly in disbelief before I stared back at the Captain and added, ‘‘Rather, I'm worried about you and your people. Since it won't be long before this cold ground embraces you all on your death bed.’’

He commanded and I slowly pushed myself towards the short bitch. I noticed all the gleeful grins on the Supreme Commander’s face had suddenly vanished. He was scowling at me now. “Looks like we’ve got ourselves a stubborn frail.” The Supreme said in a low voice but then he threw his volume up. “I’ll fuck this one first! She’ll serve as a lesson to all those who are bull-headed!” The Supreme Commander roared but then he smiled slyly at me. “I’ll stretch and tear her c*nt!”

"Okay, fine. But if the kid does anything I don't like, I'll beat his ass." The seriousness in his tone was almost endearing. I laughed, pushing myself off the edge. I placed a hand over his shoulder and smiled, "Yes, yes. My captain is quite a strong warrior." At this, he brightened. With a cocky grin plastered on his face, he dismissively scoffed. "I'm glad you understand. I believe you're missing 'handsome, young, strapping man’ but I'll let it go. You're one very lucky King, Sevenl."

Captain O said clearly already loosing his cool this time as his expression twisted in a very unreal way. The question came out sharper and more forceful as the frustration was becoming visible now, thick vain became visible on his head as his eyes narrowed, his jaw tightened while his hands slowly clenched. “I am the great Captain O, the only one who kissed death goodbye, the grim reaper and the only solution to life's journey on earth.” The declaration echoed throughout the hall forcing several Bratva soldiers to immediately straighten their postures as pride filled their expressions because to them, Captain O was more than a commander, he was a legend, a symbo and a weapon that had protec

He almost looks as if he is made of metal. The four commanders sit down across from the Kea females who were first in line, and the announcer clears his voice. "Next up are the Captains. There are quite a few, so ages and achievements will have to be something you find out yourselves, ladies. Let's begin. Capt. Cull- Shikazs, Capt. Moor- Gaimo, Capt. Tilk- Bronkark, Capt. Bolis- Vaal, Capt. Nole- Bronkark, Capt. Terrax- Glortinon, Capt. Het- Makskin...

“Let it go, Madeleine. I don’t make the rules. No one will follow a female captain.” “What if I get my own crew of badass female criminals together?” I tease, but realise I went a step too far when he drops the fork and glares at me. “If you dare to-” “I’m joking, relax. I can’t even run my own life. How will I run a gang?” “Crew,” he corrects me and picks up his fork. “The men working under a captain are called a crew.” “Thanks for the lesson,” I say and fall back down on the couch. “Can you please go take a shower?”