Let us briefly take a step back in time to consider Suzaku Kururugi for a passing moment, as it is necessary to gain a little grounding on why it was he was walking - more limping - out of an official building with a nasty bruise over his eye and a confused expression on his face while pondering over just what had even happened to him. It was to his mind the kind of experience that, if he kept a diary, he would not even begin to understand how to write.
First of all, we go back to Shinjuku. He was sent out there on a mission. Retrieve a stolen dangerous artefact from the terrorists that were able to acquire it. He gets to the scene where they crashed, finds someone he assumed was one of the terrorists milling around a small - but secure - containment unit. Tackles the guy to the ground, and, what do you know, it turned out to be his old buddy Lelouch. Caught him a bit off guard to say the very least. As did the fact that the containment unit opened up to reveal a book. Just a book. Nothing extraordinary. Just a book. No weapon, no artefact. Just an ordinary-looking bound book. Lelouch, ever curious, reached out and picked up the book just before the rest of Suzaku’s team showed up.
“How unfortunate,” the commanding officer said. “It rather looks as though we’ll have to kill this young boy. Oh well. Orders are orders!”
“Wait!” Suzaku exclaimed. “You can’t -”
His protest was interrupted rather rudely by a bullet in the chest. The next thing Suzaku knew he was staring up at a ceiling in a medical unit and being stared at by someone with what he, being charitable and optimistic about humanity in general, would only be able to describe as crazy eyes.
“Hi there!” the madman in the lab coat said. Never a good combination at the best of times. “I’m Lloyd Asplund, and you look like you’ve had a <i>very</i> bad day. After all, any day where you’ve been shot has to count as a bad one, right?”
“Sorry about him,” a slightly beleaguered young woman said from behind Lloyd. “He’s just a little excited. It looks like they might finally allow us to field test his new project, but we’re rather in need of a pilot.”
Right away Suzaku saw a chance to bring the fighting out there to a close. Quickly and effectively. So he signed up. The machine was like nothing he’d ever seen before. It was as though he had found a glove perfectly made for his hand and his alone. Those violent criminals didn’t stand a chance! He drove them back, destroyed their vehicles of destruction and brought peace, safety back into the Shinjuku ghetto!
“Suzaku Kururugi, you are hereby under advisement that you are under suspicion of involvement in Prince Clovis’ disappearance,” Margrave Jeremiah said not hours later. “Please wait within this cell. We have several questions to ask you.”
Most of those questions weren’t asked with their mouths, but instead their fists. And they sometimes repeated their questions when they didn’t much care for the answers. The whole thing was absurd. There was no evidence of his involvement with Clovis’ inexplicable vanishing act. Wherever he was, whoever had taken him, Suzaku didn’t know! He could but guess. Their guess was better than his, or at least it should be except for the fact that their guess was <i>him</i>.
A more cynical person might have pointed out that they simply wanted a high-profile Honorary as a scapegoat. Someone with a name the media could latch onto. Someone that the public would believe as a traitor. They kept him in the cell overnight, leaving him still tied up and threatening that tomorrow would be far more difficult and strenuous for him.
Then at dawn’s first light they wandered off towards his cell as white as a sheet and let him go. No explanation. A cursory medical examination to make sure anything remotely serious was patched up. And then? Nothing. Here’s your stuff, please leave before we change our minds. Completely baffling when compared to their attitude yesterday. Had they found another lead? Had Lloyd and Cecile been able to convince them he couldn’t possibly have been involved?
“Excuse me!” a female voice called behind him. “Wait! Wait just one moment! Whoa!”
Suzaku turned around just in time to see a pair of breasts dragging a pink-haired woman rather forcefully down the steps directly towards him. Instinct kicked in and he spread his arms out to catch her, earning himself a face full of cleavage. Suzaku’s mind went completely and instantly blank.
“Sorry about that,” the woman said, cutely rapping her knuckles against the side of her head. “You are Suzaku Kururugi, aren’t you? I’m - Oh gosh, I did it again, didn’t I? Hold on one moment, let’s get somewhere more private.”
Suzaku followed after her like a little lost puppy. His lips were turned up in that kind of vacant, mindless smile that said the lights were on but nobody was home. Once they were around the side of the building, his heart skipped a few beats quicker when she undid some buttons on her dress and let her bare naked chest greet the air and his eyes.
“Look at my breasts,” she said in a hesitantly commanding voice. As if it was a command she even needed to give. Who wouldn’t stop to look at those? “I’m terribly sorry about this, but please keep looking at them. Stare at my nipples and feel the urge to lick them. Do not act in this feeling, but instead, um, feel it? Yes, that’s right. It feels good to just stare without actually touching them. That’s right. Just stare at them. Stare into my deep cleavage and - And that’s where you’ll find it. Your mind is there. Your thoughts trickle back in, drop by drop. Your willpower returns. Your mind returns.”
The fog within Suzaku’s head began to lift, and the smile on his face turned into one of abject embarrassment. Here he was, staring at a strange woman’s bare chest! Like some kind of pervert! He blushed quite furiously and turned away, ashamed of himself. On the edge of his peripheral vision, he could tell that the woman was buttoning her dress back up.
“Sorry!” both of them said at once. Suzaku blinked and turned towards the woman, who looked at him quizzically.
“Uh… Sorry,” he said sheepishly. “I didn’t mean to stare like that. It was quite rude of me.”
“Oh, no,” she said, giving her breasts and unconscious heft. “Nothing to be apologetic over. It happens far too often for these girls to be worth the trouble, and - I just put you under again. Oh dear. This could be more difficult than I thought. Ahem! Look at my breasts. My naked, naked breasts…”
Another two minutes later she was buttoning herself back up and Suzaku was finding it quite impossible to bring his gaze even remotely down to her chest level. The reasons why entirely eluded him, but at least now he wouldn’t embarrass the two of them with lewd behaviour anymore.
“Much better,” the pretty pink-haired girl said, with a small bounce that Suzaku instinctively followed to keep her chest out of his eyeline. “Sorry, but that seemed to be the only way to keep you from falling under the influence again.”
“That’s… Alright? I guess?” Suzaku hesitantly replied. What was she even talking about?
“Allow me to introduce myself,” the woman said. “I am Euphemia li Britannia. I would like to start by apologising for your rough treatment last night. Even if you were guilty - and it’s clear that you are not - such treatment of any prisoner is vile and inhuman. I’ve already taken the liberty of healing your injuries.”
Now that she mentioned it… His ribs did feel much better, and the bruise under his eye wasn’t stinging anymore at all. Also, hang on a moment.
“You - You’re a princess?” he stammered. One of Lelouch and Nunnally’s many, many half siblings? Right here talking to him. If he were honest he’d have expected them to be more haughty, talk down to him a little. But this girl almost seemed intent on treating him like an equal. “Wait… Where are your bodyguards?”
Euphemia fidgeted a little, as though she didn’t want to admit to something. Once again, Suzaku caught himself staring at her in lost emotion, but this time for rather different reasons than mind-numbing lust. <i>So cute</i>.
“That’s rather beside the point,” she said. “The reason I am here is to apologise for the mistake of the investigation team, and to make it up to you with the nicest reward I could think of. You get to spend the day with a cute and busty princess!”
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Euphemia was bored. Sure, that might seem a bit of a cliche. The bored princess, eager to see the world. Well. Just because it was a cliche didn’t mean it couldn’t happen. Right? She wanted to meet people, didn’t really want anything to do with these so-called responsibilities, nor did she particularly have any interest <i>at all</i> in the conquering of a new Area. So while her sister got on with that, she had felt it an ideal opportunity to visit Clovis in Area Eleven.
She arrived quite literally an hour after he was announced missing. It made her so upset that the only way she was able to calm herself down was a deep and thorough self-administered breast massage, which took quite some time to complete because she had quite a lot of breast to work with. Naturally, once she was a fair bit calmer she started to ask about any leads in the case, because anyone having lost family in such a way would demand to know these sorts of things. Unlike a regular person, the investigation team was willing to share information because she was a member of the Royal Family and they were not. Denying her seemed ill advised. Not that she would do anything, but they didn’t know that.
And what did she discover? Well. It just upset her even more! They’d only gone and arrested some poor boy whose only crime was being an Honorary in the vicinity with a well-known father. They’d tried to give her misleading information without actually lying to her, which made her so irate that she stomped her foot, demanded they take this seriously and stop trying to pin this all on someone that clearly had nothing to do with it. Their glazed-over expressions as they wandered off told her before even looking down that she’d accidentally popped the top button on her dress, leaving enough of her cleavage bare and jiggling to cause a hypnotic effect.
Honestly, she was lucky that pursuing the investigation seriously was all she’d commanded them to do. Who knows what might have happened if she’d been talking about something else at the time. That was the trouble with this… enhancement. Euphemia didn’t particularly want it. Nor did she feel as though she needed it. But her dear sister had insisted. For her own protection. Well, who would protect people from her clumsiness is what she wanted to know.
That was one disadvantage of this titnosis ability. The other was that it made her feel so very hot. Scalding to the touch, clear a path and keep your distance because she made lava seem cold by comparison <i>hot</i>. Usually she could keep that under control. Not do anything too stupid. But today she felt like being stupid because to her surprise…
Damn, but he was fine. Her sister wouldn’t approve, but somehow that made him even more enticing. It was… naughty, but pretty harmless. He was nice. He was handsome. While her sister would advise just hypnotising him already and getting it over with, Euphemia wasn’t that kind of person. She was going to seduce him without altering his mind - except that little bit there about keeping him from looking at her breast (unless she instructs him, best to be cautious in case he needed to be healed again in future or something) - or using any titnosis techniques at all.
It would be a fun little way to keep her mind occupied while the investigators actually looked for signs of Clovis. It would give her an opportunity to see the sights of Area Eleven. The real sights. Not the guided tour. It would give her an opportunity to establish rapport with the beating heart of the Area, particularly the so-called lower classes that worked there. It would help her figure out ways to improve their standard of living. To make them not want to fight because there was no further reason to do so. And while she was at it why not have a little fun along the way?
- The two have a fun day out together.
- Their day out is rudely interrupted.
- Meanwhile, Lelouch and Kallen discuss their plans.
- The C.C. spirits are also haunting Euphemia and Cornelia, and manipulating them as well.
- Clovis attempts to escape.
- Something else
Heh. Yeah, that sounds like the title of a particularly twisted doujin.
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