The Evolutionary Theory of Flat-Chested Girls

“Hello, you must be my ad... admi...”

A certain shipgirl couldn't get the words out. Instead, cold sweat poured down her face.

“Run! There's an Abyssal at the Princess level here!”

“You can't get away, because you should already be connected to my Admiral Network.”

The shipgirl: “Huh?????”

“Besides, now that you've been tainted by my Abyssal aura, there's no going back! Let's see, should I make you grow a tail or something?”

“Please don't?”

The shipgirl hugged herself tightly and crouched there, trembling as she watched the ill-intentioned claws reach ever closer...