After a decadent dinner came an even more decadent lovers' bath.
And after that bath, the night only grew more intoxicating and unrestrained.
Once the cooldown on his hypnosis ability—used previously on Laffey—had reset, Levi wasted no time. He activated it again, tweaking Friedrich der Große's sense of "common sense" ever so slightly.
For the next full hour, Friedrich no longer called him "child."
Instead, she called him "Daddy."
With every soft, sultry "Daddy," Levi felt himself intoxicated beyond reason.
When Laffey, a sweet, innocent girl, had called him "Daddy," it had been for the sake of indulging a little warm, familial fantasy—like having a doting daughter.
But when Friedrich der Große, a mature and domineering woman, whispered that same word… that was pure indulgence in Levi's twisted sense of humor and desire.
Not only that—he even posed Friedrich in the same ways Laffey had once been posed, based on the impressions burned into his memory.
Of course, their bodies were very different. Which meant the results were wildly different too.
Laffey's little bunny girl poses, paired with her costume, had been overwhelmingly cute.
But Friedrich der Große…
No matter the pose, the result was nothing but raw temptation.
Pitting Laffey's soft, adorable charm against Friedrich's mature, voluptuous allure was hardly a fair competition to begin with.
Morning sunlight streamed through the windows, painting golden light across Levi and Friedrich's bodies.
Levi opened his eyes to find Friedrich watching him, a knowing glimmer in her gaze.
"Good morning, Mommy Friedrich…" he muttered sleepily.
Her lips curved, her eyes glinting with danger. "Heh… I didn't expect it, my child. To think you had this sort of taste~"
Levi's heart skipped a beat. "W-what… taste?"
"Do you really need me to spell it out?" Friedrich teased, her fingers sliding unerringly to her mark. Despite their sleepless night, she showed no trace of fatigue.
"Mmh…"
She leaned in, her breath warm against his ear. "Shall I say it out loud, Daddy?"
Levi snapped bolt upright like a cadet at inspection.
On the wall, their shadows overlapped in a shape almost like the character for "up."
Only, the top half was… swaying left and right.
After a vigorous round of "morning exercise," it was nearly nine o'clock before the two finally sat down to breakfast.
Well—Levi sat down.
Friedrich der Große, however, chose not a chair, but the table itself.
"How was dinner last night?" she asked idly.
Levi wasn't sure why she brought it up, but he nodded firmly. "It was great."
"What was great about it?"
He hesitated, then answered, "The flavor was amazing, the texture was perfect, and…"
"And?" she prompted.
"…and the way it was served was amazing too."
Her smile sharpened. "I see. As long as my child enjoyed it… or rather—" she leaned closer, voice dripping with mischief, "—as long as Daddy enjoyed it~"
Hearing that word in Friedrich's velvety, mature tone sent Levi's mind floating off again.
Then Friedrich shifted, placing a tender slice of fish on the flawless arch of her foot, and lifted it toward him. "Daddy, let your daughter help you with breakfast…"
She really knew how to play.
Too well.
Her gaze sparkled with heat.
Calling him "Daddy" was as much of a challenge for her as it was for him.
If she hadn't already been thoroughly satisfied last night and again this morning, she might have devoured him whole right then.
She brushed a hand lightly across her lower stomach—already filled with his "seed," leaving no room for more.
Levi's eyes followed her hand instinctively, staring at her smooth, toned belly. He secretly activated his x-ray vision, but it only pierced her nightgown enough to reveal perfect skin—nothing of what he truly wanted to see beneath.
"Come on, open wide—"
To sate her own craving, Friedrich turned her feet into an elegant platter, pinching slices of fish delicately between her toes before feeding them to her commander one bite at a time.
Levi could only marvel. This was a kind of play he never would have dreamed of.
"Coffee, or milk?" Friedrich asked, wiping sauce from his lips with a fingertip. "Morning calls for coffee, doesn't it?"
"Of course," Levi said, feeling more and more like a spoiled child. Since last night, he hadn't lifted a finger.
Dinner had been mouth-to-mouth. The bath had been her serving him with her own hands. Breakfast was no different—bite after bite delivered to his lips. All he had to do was kiss, chew, and swallow.
Friedrich lifted a warm cup of coffee, tipped it carefully along her flawless leg, and guided it down the graceful curve of her calf. It trickled over the smooth arch of her foot, before dripping from her pristine toes straight into Levi's open mouth.
"Ah—"
Levi drank deeply, savoring not only the bitter coffee but the intoxicating fragrance of Friedrich's body it carried.
"And since you chose coffee…" she purred.
Levi cut in with a grin. "That means Friedrich only has milk left, right?"
"…Yes. Only milk remains for me."
Her bare feet left his head and pressed firmly against the other one.
Levi's expression was pure, resigned acceptance.
Later, thoroughly satisfied, Levi returned to his own quarters and pulled out his diary.
The date: January 12th.
"Made Friedrich der Große call me Daddy. Amazing!"
Smiling to himself, he scribbled the entry, completely oblivious to the quiet footsteps behind him.
Sheffield had slipped in to clean her commander's quarters.
Seeing him bent over his desk, writing, she assumed he was working diligently on base reports. Out of respect, she softened her movements, careful not to disturb him.
The way he furrowed his brow in deep thought—so captivating.
The way he lifted his head, calculating with precision—so strict and dependable.
Curiosity tugged at her. Sheffield crept closer, rising onto her toes to peek at the important records her commander was keeping.
And then she saw it.
Every word of his diary entry, clear as day.
Her eyes widened.
I didn't expect this… Commander, you're really that kind of man?!
Sheffield's face twisted in faint disgust.
Without a word, she retreated quietly, leaving Levi undisturbed.
Commander, my lips are sealed. I'll never breathe a word…
But the other shipgirls? That might be a different story.