This was like some weird, twisted nightmare that refused to end. She’d finally gotten what she’d thought she’d always wanted, Lelouch’s attention squared centrally on her, and then? They’d had <i>amazing</i> sex. It was the kind of experience that left you smiling for a week. The sort of event that, if you weren’t careful, would leave you skipping when you meant to walk. The idea that he actually <i>liked</i> her was so joyous, so wonderful -
And then it turned out that his dick had superpowers.
Shirley actually had to use her left hand to drag her right away from her breasts. It was a tough fight. They were swollen and sensitive and she knew that caressing them would feel <i>so good</i>, but she had to regain some measure of self control. Which meant that she absolutely could not allow herself to give in and fondle her huge, perfect breasts. She could only imagine what would happen at their next student council meeting! Oh, but the things Milly would say!
“Well, isn’t this a sight worth remembering?”
That voice. That was the girl from before! That weird green-haired girl that had been with Lelouch! She rolled out of bed, and immediately found her face being buried in just the softest, nicest and warmest place. She felt a smile creep onto her face, felt a hand stroking her hair, then realised that she was resting in between the green-haired girl’s own enhanced bosom.
“How forward,” the girl casually observed. “Why, you seemed to be so upset before. Whatever changed?”
It took a little more force of will than expected to pull herself out of that nice and comfortable place, but somehow she managed it. Had to suck down some oxygen as well, then recoil in horror upon realising that the soft handholds were, well, what do <i>you</i> think she grabbed?
“Ah! S-sorry! I didn’t mean to grab your - Your -”
“My tits? Goodness, you weren’t this shy earlier.”
Shirley glowered at the intruder, while Sophie just sort of stood to the side watching the conversation with a slack jaw and clear, keen interest. That little hint of red on her cheeks and the direction of her eyeline was rather heavily indicating where her attention was going, so Shirley quickly turned around in an effort to prevent them from leering at her.
“Who are you, anyway?” she demanded.
“Call me C.C. As for how I know Lelouch, it is because we have made a special promise about our future together.”
C.C.? Weird name. Probably a nickname of some sort? But… Hold on! What was that about a special promise about their future together? “You don’t mean… Marriage?!” Shirley gasped. Something like that? After what they’d done tonight…? She hadn’t meant to turn into a homewrecker! Really, she hadn’t! Was that why C.C. was here just now? To exact some sort of revenge?
“No,” C.C. said, slipping her arms around Shirley so quickly and sensuously that she hadn’t even realised what was happening until it was already far, far too late. A pair of hands expertly teased her nipples, and that magnificent pair of giant breasts pressed hard against Shirley’s back, making it hard for her to even breathe without being forced to feel the soft flesh gently massaging her just under her shoulders. It was exhilarating. It was erotic. It was <i>so good</i>. “Our promise was much… Much more serious. My goodness, you really are tense, aren’t you? Would you like me to help you unwind?”
“Yyyy… Nnnnoooo!” Shirley moaned. “I - I wanted to clear my head first! I nnnneed to figure out how I re-really feel about Lelou, and - And!”
“And what?” C.C. blew into Shirley’s ear, and it felt like it made her brain melt completely on the spot. “You can’t tell me that you’ve never felt anything for him before now. That kind of lie would be so terribly unladylike. Then again, we’re hardly acting like ladies right now, are we?”
There was a traitorous part of Shirley that was already begging for more. More of this pleasure. More of this sensation. But she just couldn’t give in! Not until she knew that this was what she wanted instead of it being the influence of some spell. If only her body were listening to her.
She looked over at Sophie (who had inexplicably managed to find a bag of popcorn without moving from her spot) and mewled, “Little help here?”
“I quite agree,” C.C. breathed right on her neck. “The more the merrier, am I right?”
“… Screw it,” Sophie said, tossing the bag onto the bed. “I’m in.”
Before Shirley could even think of mounting a protest she felt her blouse being lifted up, and then Sophie’s lips were on her nipple. Her eyes rolled up into the back of her head, and all else was the purest bliss.
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Cornelia was not a prude. Really, she wasn’t. One did not get to be a member of the Royal Family, and one of only many, many children. Only her father would ever be able to say. To keep that many wives and have so many children said volumes on its own. In addition, whatever else those ignorant fools from Europe or China might say on other matters of human rights Britannia was far more free with sexual freedom than they were by quite some way. The only thing they ever looked down on was breeding with a Number, and even then, she’d personally overlook the matter if the particular Number had proven themselves worthy of such an honour. Breeding in strength was one thing, but even more crucial was ensuring there was no genetic weakness through <i>inbreeding</i>. It was a simple fact of life. Nothing more than that. So, she wasn’t a prude by any means or measure…
But was it her imagination or was sex on a lot of people’s brains today? There was that incident with the movie theatre, which could easily be blamed for influencing people’s thoughts quite a bit, though not to this extent. Or maybe the women around her had always had a little bit of that swagger in their steps? Maybe the men always let their eyes wander a little bit? Maybe she simply hadn’t noticed?
Or… There was something else going on around here, and she had to get to the bottom of it. Quickly. It was one issue letting them have their fun off hours, but it was another thing <i>entirely</i> allowing them to engage in acts of gross misconduct. She’d thought about maybe hauling them up on charges of some sort, or chewing them out until she noticed that, well, it wasn’t really everyone. A fair amount, but not all of them by any means.
“Guilford,” she began. “Have you noticed any inappropriate behaviour from your subordinates?”
“There has been some increase in fraternisation of late,” he admitted. “I had been dealing with it personally, but felt it was beneath your attention.”
“Normally it would be,” Cornelia said. “But… I think there’s something more to it than that. I want you to find out what they all have in common, then report back to me.”
“As you command!”
- Guilford quickly discovers they have all visited a certain spa very recently.
- Meanwhile, Jeremiah and Villetta discover this investigation and are compelled to interfere in any way that they can.
- Euphemia enjoys her more sexual view of the world.
- Lelouch gets back to planning the destruction of Britannia. Using his dick.
- What are the other members of the student council up to?
- Something else
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