"Admiral... Haruna is fine. I will definitely complete the mission and return." Seen off by her beloved husband, the Admiral, Haruna set off on a long voyage. Married for several years, she thought their love was solid. However, the man who was the "VIP escort" target of this mission had targeted Haruna from the start. "Your husband is far away. You must be lonely, right?" A room on a luxury liner, persistent seduction in a closed space. Haruna initially acted stoutly, but the man used power, skillful conversation, and aphrodisiacs to gradually whittle away her reason.
"Ahh... Admiral... I'm sorry...!" On the vast sea, with nowhere to run, Haruna finally falls. While being violated by the man's ugly body, she trembles with guilt toward her husband and the immoral pleasure that exceeds it. "You are not a battleship, you are my wife." Every time the man whispers that, Haruna's mind is rewritten. Her modest miko-style outfit is stripped away, transformed into extreme bondage gear emphasizing her breasts and crotch. The semen poured into her every night eventually harbored a certain life in her belly.
And several months later, the ship finishes its mission and returns to the home port. "Welcome back, Haruna! I'm glad you're safe..." The Admiral waves at the pier. But he loses his words at the figure of Haruna descending from the ramp. Her uniform belly is swollen like she is at full term, and standing next to her, holding her waist with a triumphant smile, is the VIP man. "I have returned... Admiral. Let me introduce you... to the father of the child in this belly..." In Haruna's eyes dwelt not the former affection, but obedient love for her new male.