Naval Gacha System: It's Time To Monopolize The Seven Seas!

Warm radiance pierced through the silky curtain strapped upon a window, creating a tranquil ambiance within the room. Perceiving the warmth of the morning sun, Abraham slowly opened his eyelids and saw his room covered in a pleasing brilliance.

He felt pressure over his arm, prompting his eyes to turn towards it. He saw the white-haired dragoness gazing at him with her golden irises. A smirk encapsulated her lips while her cheeks glossed with a pinkish tint.

"Oh, my... You finally woke up." Laplace expressed with a teasing smile as she continued. "You must have been exhausted from working hard a couple of hours ago."

"Yeah, I wonder why." Abraham rolled his eyes while thinking about what had happened in their erotic adventure and romance. The white-haired lady on his arm practically sucked the vitality from his body.

Even though he could adapt through the activation of his perk, recovery. It was difficult to do so as the dragoness never intended to stop in their intriguing activities.

"It wasn't me that tried to do various positions, Abraham. You loved changing positions too much, you exhausted yourself from doing so." Laplace pulled out her fingers and shook them in front of the middle-aged man.

"But nevertheless, I didn't think there would be so many positions that we could do in an intercourse. As expected, you're knowledgeable." She continued with a smirk on her face.

"You don't even sound tired at all." Abraham sighed to himself as his partner was brimming with vitality. 'Without recovery, I would have died from how much she forced me to cum.'

"I'm a dragon, my dear. Other than being strong, dragons are known for their endurance." Laplace wanted to flex her pale, thin, soft, yet strong muscles. But was interrupted as Abraham embraced her body and kissed her for a single moment.

"Thank you, Laplace." He whispered to her, making the dragoness smile and reply. "You have given me the greatest gift I could have gotten."

Hearing the words of the white-haired lady, Abraham raised an eyebrow as he swiftly inquired.

"That sounds peculiar. Are you pregnant?" He was ready to take responsibility. After all, he didn't hold back during their activities and flooded her womb with his seed.

Noticing the worried yet accepting words of the middle-aged man, Laplace merely chuckled as she shook her head at his inquiry. She wasn't pregnant, though there was still a lot of him inside her.

"As I said before, I can't get impregnated easily. I can control when my eggs get ejected into my womb, so there's no need to worry. You can pump me however you desire, my Abraham." She softly smiled while pressing her breast on his chest.

"When did you become so seducing, Laplace." Abraham kept the dragoness in his embrace while she grinned and whispered. "The moment you took my flower. I became yours."

"But let us calm ourselves..." Laplace looked at Abraham's jet-black irises and glanced at the clock. It wasn't their holiday yet, so they couldn't be absent from their jobs. "It's already morning."

Thankfully, Abraham's horniness hadn't completely taken control of his brain. He noticed the time and realized that they were about to get late.

"You're right, how about you take a bath while I go prepare our breakfast." He suggested to the beautiful white-haired lady beside him. Laplace kissed him and replied. "I'll take you on that offer."

She got out of the cozy blanket, revealing her captivating and gorgeous naked body. Hickeys scattered all over her body, mostly from her neck, breast, and thighs. It seems that Abraham had been enjoying his meal too much.

Laplace merely smirked at the middle-aged man and entered the bathroom with her cake wiggling left and right for him to see. Abraham watched it without hesitation as he had graduated from the embarrassment and learned to appreciate it.

After the white-haired dragoness entered the bathroom, Abraham got out of his bed and arranged it from its signs of their previous activities. He would probably have to clean this bed, but that was for later. First, he needed to prepare for their breakfast.

He covered his naked body with his towel since he also needed to take a bath after Laplace's finished. It wouldn't do good to not take a bath after what they had done during their adventures.

Abraham stepped out of his room and went to the kitchen on the ground floor after climbing downstairs. He opened his fridge, and thankfully found it to be thriving with ingredients and food.

Taking out the ingredients needed to create a spectacular breakfast, he immediately began cooking in the kitchen. Living alone, it was natural to be proficient in cooking.

After all, even someone like him would find it hard to keep eating refrigerated and outdoor meals for the entirety of their lives.

The aroma of bacon, eggs, and rice dispersed throughout the kitchen. The sound of oil crackling in the heat resounded while Abraham skillfully scattered spices throughout his fried rice.

What a way to start the morning.

'I guess this is what a relationship feels like. No wonder my former colleagues seemed addicted to them.' He quietly thought to himself and continued cooking their meal.

"Hmmm~ How adept."

Abraham turned his gaze towards the living room and saw Laplace leaning on a pillar. She wore the same type of clothing as before, although a bit different.

Instead of a white T-shirt, she wore a black one. While she didn't even bother wearing a pair of shorts anymore, and only went with the T-shirt. In simpler terms, she was naked.

"If you're curious, I only have my panties with me. However, my bra was broken by a certain someone." Laplace answered Abraham's questions trapped inside his mind.

"Apologies for your bra, I'll buy you a new one." Abraham coughed as he didn't think he would be guilty of destroying her bra. "Oh, is that a strategy to learn my three sizes? I can't tell you about them, you know? You could just as-"

"You can tell me that later. Instead, have a seat and enjoy my creation." Abraham presented their breakfast which was a plate of fried rice with a sunny side up and a strip of bacon beside it. It was amongst his greatest creations, cooked with complete adoration.

Laplace gazed at the meal before her and smiled. "Would you like to eat with me?" She inquired the middle-aged man, who shook his head with a saddened look. "Sadly, while I'd like to, I'll have to take a bath."

"Don't worry, I can wait." She replied and waved her arms as he stepped into the bathroom after preparing his clothing. As Abraham disappeared into the confines of the bathroom, Laplace touched her belly and remembered their nightly activities.

The pleasure was addicting, especially for a dragon like her. It made her want to spend days and nights with Abraham in bed, as they enjoyed their time together while he pumped her with his seed.

"*Sigh...* But I can't be greedy. There is a time for everything. To be consumed by lust is detrimental." She muttered as she threw the devious thought to the back of her mind.

The United Navy still needed them. As such, they needed to balance their time with themselves and the greater organization. After peace comes in the long term, perhaps they could think about it.

"However~ Who knows... There's nothing and no one stopping us from doing it anywhere private." She smirked to herself as ideas began to emerge within her mind.

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Inside the branch office building of the United Navy, Abraham rode an elevator heading upward. After eating their breakfast, the two decided to part ways. Abraham made his way to the branch office building while Laplace headed to the military complex in the defense sector.

The metallic door of the elevator slid open. Abraham stepped out of its confines and walked through the hallway where his office resided.

It was then, that he saw a particular white-wolf, a beastfolk, wearing a lieutenant's uniform. The beastfolk immediately noticed him and saluted. "I am Mercedes of the Special Response Unit. Greetings the fleet admiral."

She uttered with an aloof tone, though somehow brimming with admiration.

"What brings you here, Mercedes?" Abraham questioned, why she was waiting in front of his office. Mercedes didn't hesitate and answered him. "Vice Admiral Charlotte sent me here to assist you."

"She heard that you were in need of a secretary."

"Shouldn't you be with Laplace? After all, she is your superior commanding officer." Abraham was a bit confused since she should have been with Laplace, managing the Special Response Unit.

Mercedes shook her head and responded. "The Special Response Unit is currently in an inactive status. The management responsibilities are with the commanding officer. I'm only there for assistance."

"Since Lieutenant Colonel Laplace had proven herself to be efficient on her own, the vice admiral decided to transfer personnel to the fleet admiral, hereby assisting him in his duties."

"I see... I'm grateful for your volunteer and assistance, Lieutenant Mercedes." Abraham felt some relief as he finally had someone with whom he could share the burden of the files inside his office.

"Lieutenant, do you know where the vice admiral is?" He inquired while opening the locks to his office. He was curious about the whereabouts of his executive officer.

"Well, she should be currently in the office of my commanding officer." She calmly answered while her nose detected the scent of the dragon scattered throughout the fleet admiral's body.

Meanwhile, Charlotte stood inside the office of the dragoness and gazed at Laplace's golden irises before the edges of her lips rose.

"It seems that you already caught the fleet admiral."