Commander's Rounds

Entry 1: Big Sister's Lesson.

The Commander of the combined naval strategic command known as Azur Lane had an office as large as his job. And it had to be, as so much business flowed through it. And that business had only grown bigger, as more and more ships and nations had rejoined the command.

It was the tedious business of the month, and as the work grew with the size of his command, Alexander Cochrane had grown to work long, late hours after his secretaries had left for the day, to ease the burden of his subordinates. And besides, a commander who did not take responsibility was one who was not worthy of the name.

The more he dealt with the tedious business of the base, the more he regretted pulling others in his command to work on it, as it was truly mind-numbing stuff. While the old saying was that there was nothing that generated paperwork like an army, for a navy it was doubly so, especially considering the highly patchwork nature of his operation. And that wasn't even mentioning that things happened out there that were somewhat unbelievable even in these times.

During one of those late hours, it was written notice after report after summation that met his pen, and then, very suddenly...

Thighs.

It came suddenly enough that he started signing the leg that was in front of him until he was snapped out of it by the voice of the owner of said thighs. "My my~. I didn't ask for an autograph, commander. Or are you admitting that you want to make me yours?"

He looked up to see... White. a very short, white skirt, white gloves, white uniform jacket, and then that white ribbon in her dark hair, topped by those pointed, furry ears, and all those clothes were worn over a figure that tended to make anything put on it fit rather snug. In addition to all this, Atago wore that peaceful smile that she always kept, no matter what came out of her mouth. She curled her hands around the edge of the desk, drumming her fingers on the underside, but otherwise just waiting patiently for the Commander to respond.

He blinked. "How did you get in?"

"Your secretaries are away, so there wasn't really anyone to stop big sister from coming around to check on a deskbound commander."

He then began to really understand the scope of a secretary's duty in managing his work day. Taihou, if she wasn't away on a mission, could have just waltzed in here unopposed, and she wouldn't settle for just sitting on his desk to get his attention. "So... What's on your mind?"

"Commander is. Mainly, how no one has seen the commander outside of his headquarters for a while. And how certain people who enjoy the company of commander are bored by his self-imposed exile."

"Ah." The commander did leave himself open to that.

Atago kept that smile of hers, as she did always. "Sooo... You're going to take a break, and big sister is going to help you. First, by doing this." she plucked the commander's pen off of his desk and hooked it on the inside of her stockings. "There. That's the second step."

The commander was about to ask what the first step was, but then quickly remembered that he wasn't going to be signing anything with Atago's hindquarters occupying the desk space in front of his chair. He wasn't going to get any more work done like this, and in some way, he was relieved. "And the third step...?"

She giggled. "Ahhh... You may not realize it even yourself yet, but anyone with eyes can see that you're tired- and you can let big sister take care of that, too, because all of Atago is always at the disposal of the cute commander's needs." With that, she eased herself off of the desk and invited herself into his lap, straddling him with her thighs and pulling her arms around him. And then, without warning, she pulled his head up against her huge breasts, burying him there so that the world of his office and its many obligations was, for a time, was replaced with a world that only contained him and Atago.