Meanwhile, Kallen was blissfully unaware of the level of awkwardness unfolding in her home life because of her rather clumsy attempt to make it less awkward. The word “blissfully” is not being used in anything remotely approaching a facetious fashion either. She was in quite the state of bliss at the moment, and it wasn’t entirely difficult to see why that was. Her rather enormous breasts were every bit magnified in sensitivity as they were in size, meaning that Lelouch’s also rather large penis was causing quite the amazing sensation of mind-melting pleasure with each and every thrust he made or any time she rubbed her breasts along its length. It was all she could think about, this amazing feeling unlike anything she had ever experienced before. Overwhelming. Addictive. Compelling. Yes, completely compelling.
“We should do this again next week,” Kallen said, completely unaware she’d even said anything at all.
“Yes,” Lelouch blankly responded. “We should do this again next week.”
Kallen licked the head of his penis twice. Once with a ladylike demureness that was completely unlike her, and another time with tremendous enthusiasm which, all truth told, was exactly like her. Yes. Next week they shall do this again, Kallen thought. Her mind accepted the command just as Lelouch’s mind had accepted hers. Not that either of them even noticed that they had brainwashed the other into another meeting a week down the line. Not that either of them would have complained that much right now anyway, neither of them were in much of a state for arguing anything at all. The only thing on Kallen’s mind was wondering when this boy would - Ah! Cum another creamy fountain directly into her mouth, which she eagerly slurped and swallowed until not a trace of it remained to be seen.
Some thoughts began to trickle into her head as a surge of fresh stamina inexplicably washed right into both of them mere moments after they had finished the last round. First of all, she barely knew this boy. What did she know about him, exactly? Casting her mind back, he was in her class. Lelouch Lamperouge, or something. Bit of a smart alecky show-off from what she could remember, though that hardly separated him from the pack of snobby students attending this stuck-up academy.
What did rather separate him from the pack was this giant dick he had. It was so… Beautiful and perfect, and all Kallen wanted to do was lick it and suck it and fuck it and rub her tits all over it, and that was definitely not normal. Not by a long, long way. Which led her towards an interesting conclusion. If she could hypnotise people with her breasts, then why wouldn’t there be a male-oriented technique which worked through their dicks? Sure. Why not?
Which rather led to the question of how he had acquired this power in the first place, and if there were any others like him. This boy could be a threat. This power could be a threat. Luckily, she was in the perfect position to take advantage of this. All she had to do was use her breasts to hypn-
Suddenly, his dick slipped right out from between her breasts and the tip hovered at around about eye level. Kallen instinctively attempted to catch it with her mouth, but felt something holding her head back. Just back. She could look away if she wanted to, but why would she ever want to look away from such a splendid, glorious sight?
“Now, now,” Lelouch said. “First, I want some answers.”
“Okay,” Kallen felt herself say, even as an internal part of her raged against the idea. Still, she couldn’t help herself. She <i>needed</i> to suck that dick. She needed to obey it. So, she spilled her life story under his careful probing simply because it was the only way to get back to the more pleasurable probing they’d just been engaged with. She told him about her parents - her birth parents - splitting up and her father remarrying, her brother’s death, her birth mother giving her up to her father then coming to work as a maid, about joining her brother’s resistance group, about discovering the book and oh please oh please just let her taste that cock, just a lick was all she needed.
“I see,” Lelouch said, restraining himself from questions long enough for Kallen to recover just a little bit of her thought process back. The spell, just for a moment, weakened. Seeing her chance, she seized his wrist and twisted him around and down so that his face landed face first in her cleavage.
“Not seeing much more than my creamy titflesh right now,” Kallen sneered as the boy struggled to push himself out from between her two magnificent mountains. From this position, she couldn’t see his dick, meaning that it had no real power over her for the time being. Her strength was much greater than his as well. “Just relax and let your thoughts drift away. Let Kallen’s tits take care of you, and then it’s your turn to answer a few of my questions.”
Which, of course, he did. She could see a little bit of fire in his eyes, but it was tamed behind a wall of glass. His body was automatically responding to her questions and <i>oh boy</i> but the things she learned. Her line of questioning had started with enquiries about how he had acquired “cocknosis”, which he had gone into. This had led into her asking what he intended to do with it, which led to asking why he hated his own country so much, which led to <b><i>oh my god that can’t be real</i></b>.
She wouldn’t have believed half of it if she hadn’t reinforced the level of control she had over him by fondling her big sensitive tits while he talked to her, but in comparison it put her backstory to shame. In a purely dramatic sense, that is. Almost sounded like the start of an epic novel. But there was no question of one thing. He despised Britannia and all it stood for. Hated it. With a passion unmatched. He talked at length about how much he wanted to burn Pendragon to the ground, humiliate the Emperor, free all the Areas and put an end to the Empire’s brand of tyranny forever!
The only thing Kallen was wondering was when exactly she’d moved from rubbing her own tits to stroking his giant dick. She’d been rather lost in how completely sexy he made it all sound, and didn’t even notice the transition.
“Please,” he said, though the word was quite clearly an optional extra to the command she was about to obey without question. “Don’t hypnotise me again without my permission.”
“Sure,” she said, eyes too locked onto his dick to notice that his eyes were still locked onto her breasts. “Same for you.”
“That seems… Agreeable.”
The two of them sat in silence and nudity for a minute or two in the janitor’s closet, and a few facts suddenly dawned on Kallen. The first, the two of them actually had a few things in common beyond the weird, weird sexy power they had over people. The same basic want and desire for Japan to be set free, even if his goals were cast a little further afield than hers. The very thought of overthrowing Britannia was making her all hot and bothered.
The second thing she realised was… How long had they been in this closet again? Crap! That was going to make things so much worse for both of them! But, alas, before either of them could even hope to come up with a plan the janitor’s closet creaked open and let in some light, as well as a pair of very surprised eyes.
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Rivalz Cardemonde was one of those kind of friends. You know the sort. The kind that thinks he knows you a little better than he really does, the kind that has a bit of a playful attitude and seems to look at everything in as positive a light as possible - Just so long as it doesn’t affect him - and thinks you would be genuinely happier if you just lightened up a bit, buddy! Had he the slightest inclination of what Lelouch, his old buddy and pal - who had inexplicably gone missing this morning - was up to. Well then. Wouldn’t he be a happy, jealous little friend?
Right now, though? He had council duties to attend to. Not that he ever really took this kind of thing seriously, but hey, he was the secretary. He looked over at the shy girl to his right, staring at the ground. Not saying anything. Just sort of getting on with what they were doing. Not looking at him. And, found it completely impossible to bring up anything at all.
It was kind of frustrating really. Rivalz was a pretty outspoken guy, overall. He loved a good joke, never missed the chance for one. He could easily spend a bit of time tossing back and forth a few with Milly, their adorable, sexy, smart and wonderful president. Lelouch? Oh, easy. He’s a bit stuck up sometimes, but he’s always game for conversation, always comes back with an intelligent and interesting response. He could even have some fun with Shirley, bouncing back her barbs about them skipping class to gamble, tease her for her blatant crush with Lelouch while pretending to be innocent of that very thing…
But Nina?
Where the hell would you start? He honestly didn’t know nearly as much about her as he’d like. She rarely ever spoke up, save to comment on something someone else had done or said. She was smart, not in the way that Lelouch was smart. No, more specialised in science (which Rivalz didn’t much care about as a subject). More withdrawn too. Much more withdrawn. Looking at her, it felt like she might break if he tried poking a joke over in her direction. His intention was to have fun with her, not bully her! Hell, she probably wasn’t even thinking about the task at hand or anything. The girl was way too serious for her own good as well, definitely needed to lighten up a bit.
“So… What’re you thinking so deeply about over there?” he asked, hoping he could break the ice without breaking her in the process. “You seem pretty lost in thought.”
“Oh, it’s nothing really,” Nina whispered. “I was just… That news report about Shinjuku… It was so awful!”
Well. So much for lightening the mood. “Yeah,” Rivalz said, twisting and turning in his mind to look for a way to steer the girl’s thoughts onto something a little more pleasant. “Me and Lelouch had a real close call missing that.” Though he wasn’t going to mention the vehicle they nearly ran off the road by accident, that Lelouch felt obliged to help out. Come on. Think for a moment here, Rivalz! There’s gotta be some way to get this girl into a good mood for once! The only question was -
What was that noise just now from that janitor’s closet?
Both Rivalz and Nina shared a look, and quietly approached the door. Had something fallen over in there? If so, they had a responsibility to check in case something like cleaning fluid or something had spilled over. Could be noxious fumes or a volatile reaction if something careless like that had happened. So, without much real thought for what he was doing (as usual) Rivalz yanked the door open and -
Nina didn’t actually faint, which was quite promising. But she did completely freeze up with her jaw slack and her eyes wide with terror or… Something similar to it. Rivalz couldn’t blame her. It was quite a show going on in there, and even though his first instinct was to applaud that would have to wait until the shock wore off a little.
Or, more likely… It would have to wait until he could tear his eyes away from those magnificent breasts or the sheer impressive scale of Lelouch’s inexplicably giant dick.
- Rivalz and Nina are quickly hypnotised by the pair, who discuss commands and establish their new alliance there and then.
- Meanwhile, Clovis works on as much of an escape plan as he is able to under his circumstances.
- What’s Suzaku up to right about now?
- Kallen’s stepmother tries to seduce Kallen’s mother.
- The C.C.s are up to something, and continue their mysterious discussion.
- Something else
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