[Azur Lane ASMR] Healing Squad for the Commander! Friedrich der Grosse's Midnight Lullaby

Haah... this is a problem... I can't believe an ASMR from the "dark mom" got released... It's supposed to soothe my exhaustion, and I really do want that, but... Her "mom" level is just too high... I can't resist at all... Since she calmly does the kinds of things a mother would do to a tiny child, before I knew it, in my imagination I'd turned into a shota commander, and it's kind of a problem... At first I could resist the excessive coddling, but... the further into the second half it goes, the more the babying takes over... I can't escape at all... By the last track, we're basically talking with the distance of a mother and son... Throughout the whole thing you get to hear Friedrich's gentle voice, but... sometimes, when a bit of her deeper darkness shows through, her voice drops low, and I couldn't help but get chills... Haah... I want to eat the dark mom's breakfast...

Now, let us leap into Friedrich's arms! To you who feels that surge of courage, please wait just a moment. If you have the time, I'd recommend listening to Ulrich's work first. Don't worry, it's a short piece that won't even take 30 minutes. Best of all, it's free. If you want to enjoy this one 100%, go ahead and check it out first. Now then, now then. Friedrich. She doesn't hesitate to call you "sonny" and spoils you as if sinking you into a swamp. Her name alone is already strong. People call her the "dark mom." Arguing over who can heal you best is absurd. "Let each of you be healed as much as you want to be," she declares, arriving at last with the bearing of a monarch. But ah, forgive me. I don't really like calling the heroine "mom." I'm neither the age nor the type to delight in being buried in maternal love. I do understand you well as a vessel, but... Please, please, I'd like to step back from this one— Eh, ah, I see. You're telling me to call you that. Not "you may call me that" — but "call me that." Call me "mom," you say. I see... okay... Don't misunderstand me — I haven't been twisted into anything. She just won't let me escape. While being flatly declared "you are someone to be protected, meaning you're equal to a child," and being lulled purely into sleep with a voice that forgives everything, while she throws around some music terminology I don't quite understand... Well, yeah. You'd end up calling her that. With respect and awe. I want everyone to praise her too. The desire to protect and the desire to possess, walking around dressed up as "mom." That is Friedrich der Große. Nothing, nothing especially unusual happened. Honestly, the runtime is quite short too. And yet. What is this feeling of not being able to go back...

Friedrich, you said this to me: "You can lean on me more, you know." ...You're more of a "mom" than you yourself realize. An embrace that seems to accept everything. A love so deep and dark you can't even see the bottom of it. Also, you're definitely tall, aren't you. A height difference like that is extremely dangerous. ...If I let myself be pampered by someone like you, becoming as I was born and entrusting everything to you without thinking... wouldn't that make me a complete baby? Even so, up until a certain point there was still some embarrassment on my part... But even that was melted away by the healing power of your embrace. Closing my eyes in your arms, being soothed with baby talk as I drifted off to sleep, I truly became your little boy. The next morning, waking up to see you making breakfast gave me an indescribable sense of security. And so a new day begins... ...But having experienced that night even once, from now on, whenever I'm alone with you, the small child within me will wake up and cling to you without any shame. I knew this would happen — that's why I never asked for it until now. But now, I suppose it doesn't matter anymore. Mommy... hold me...