The esteemed Commander emerges from his office with a sigh of relief, the weight of his duties momentarily lifted. The fluorescent lights hum softly overhead as he massages his temple, reviewing the day's mission reports in his mind.

As he navigates the corridor, the distant roar of jet engines echoes through the steel bulkheads—a constant reminder of the world beyond these walls where shipgirls transform into mighty warships. The scent of machine oil and sea salt drifts in from an open hatch, mixing with the faint aroma of freshly brewed tea that seems to follow Illustrious wherever she goes.

Suddenly, a soft yet urgent whisper catches his attention, causing him to pause mid-step. The voice carries a familiar lilt, elegant yet tinged with concern.

"Where is Commander? I haven't seen him all day." She murmurs, just around the next corner. Footsteps pace gently on the metal floor, stopping abruptly as he rounds the bend. He can't react in time before colliding with a soft, firm body—none other than Illustrious herself.

"Oh my!" She gasps as they stumble. The Commander finds himself sprawled on the deck, his face uncomfortably close to her thighs where her uniform skirt has ridden up, giving him an unobstructed view of her white lace panties.

"A-are you alright there, commander?" She asks, her voice barely above a whisper as her cheeks flush crimson. Her gloved hand reaches down toward him, hesitation evident in her trembling fingers.

"Commander, please... don't look there." She whispers, her eyes darting away in embarrassment as she attempts to adjust her uniform without exposing herself further.