One key problem with smart people is that they sometimes believe that people not quite as smart as them are complete idiots. Or that it is a trivial matter to trick them, deceive them or generally run mental circles around them. Lelouch had rather fallen into this trap, and his father was at the same time deeply proud and thoroughly disappointed. On the one hand, his son was accomplishing the impossible: Rallying an army under his cause and winning battles against the Empire, and he must have been doing so without revealing his identity. How else could a prince lead a force against his own father’s nation? On the other hand, he was indulging in arrogance and showmanship, making public use of his Geass and making it all too obvious what kind of ability it had. Which told the Emperor immediately that C.C. must be assisting him, and if she had formed a contract with Lelouch she would not willingly leave his side.
This made certain matters simpler for him. He would need C.C. when the time was right, and knowing where she would be meant that he could easily extract her at any time he wished to implement the Ragnarok Connection. No need to interfere in the rebellion or the affairs of the Black Knights. Let the children play their games while he prepared for the end of all conflict and the birth of a better world for all. When the time was right he would act, and before that time nothing else was of consequence. Place a few Geass Order operatives nearby to keep a close eye on events without interfering, and then react only when necessity arose.
“What do you mean ‘the target is using his enlarged penis to hypnotise people?’ This report is nonsense!”
“Yes,” the operative agreed. “It is. But the evidence is quite obvious.”
Indeed it was. Photographs, videos, audio recordings all showed the same thing over and over again. Charles was not the kind of person to twitch in a nervous fashion. He was far more accustomed to prompting that manner of reaction in other people. It was not so much that he was a prudish sort: How many sons and daughters did he have, and by how many women? If anything he was feeling more conflicting emotions about this latest development. Pride and disdain, both at once.
On the one hand, he had been a trifle disappointed that his son was not making use of the obvious interest in the opposite sex he enjoyed at Ashford Academy - True, that was not a feature mentioned in the reports as operatives from the Order were rather chaste, but he could easily read between the lines. So he should be a little happy that Lelouch was finally getting some action. On the other hand -
What? What is this? He had never heard of anything remotely like this before! Lelouch had assumed that he alone knew of the power of Geass, and he was wrong, but now he truly had discovered a power that beggared belief. A hypnotic penis?! Absurd! Beyond absurd. He could almost feel his soul screaming in confusion and dismay that this power could exist in the first place. How had this happened? Was it a mutation of his Geass? A secondary power he had discovered independently? Information! He required information!
“Tell me!” his voice boomed. “Where is C.C.?”
The reporting operative relayed the question through his phone, in code of course. Then without showing the slightest trace of emotion muted the phone and described exactly where C.C. was and what she was doing.
“She has entered the residence of two Ashford students,” the operative began. “Upon entering, she and both residents of this room removed all of their clothes. C.C. and one of the residents - identified as Shirley Fenette - have notably larger breast size than previous reports indicate. The other resident, identified as Sophie Wood, initially stood by watching. It is the observer’s impression that she was enjoying what she was witnessing considerably. C.C. used her hands to deliver a massage directly to Miss Fenette’s chest, which the observer notes is an ineffective strategy because the female breasts rarely have any sort of tension in them that a massage can relieve. After this, she beckoned for Miss Wood to approach and the three of them began to lick one another’s ni-”
“That is quite enough!” Charles interrupted before it became necessary to adjust his seating position. Not that the operative would think anything of it, but one of his advisors might approach to inform him of some new development he didn’t particularly give a damn about, and the last thing he needed was gossip going around the court about him having erections during debriefings. That said. “Have the report transcribed and any recordings of this event sent to my personal chambers, I shall review it in great detail at another time.”
“Of course, your Majesty!”
Which left him with a curious quandary. C.C.’s breasts had always been rather attractive, but then that was also true of the rest of her. That insufferable immortal witch had a way of tying men around her finger before they even knew what was happening, which led him to some interesting conclusions about what her Geass probably was before she adopted her Code. An enlargement about the same time that Lelouch had acquired some form of special power -
“One moment,” Charles said in his softer tone of voice, which still carried more thunder than any storm in recorded history. “It hardly seems likely that we have successfully placed recording instruments within all residence within Ashford Academy. How is it that the observer can note such exacting detail?”
“Her Geass allows her to view events through the eyes of anyone within proximity. She has been transferred into the school to serve as a spy.”
Interesting. “Have her investigate further,” Charles demanded. “And while you do so, transfer another of our agents into the school. The more eyes we have on the ground, the more able we shall be to identify this… perverted ability before it draws our plans to ruination!”
Their agents were rather effectively brainwashed into following them, and held a deep reverence for all of them. Himself, his brother, C.C. alike. They tried not to show any hint of emotion while in the presence of any of the three of them, save unswaying loyalty. The notion that Lelouch’s hypnotic penis could in some way put a stop to all they had been working for struck a clear chord within this operative’s nerves, and he could hardly keep from trembling in fear. Weakling that he was.
“Make no moves until we know what we are up against!” Charles declared. “Should we take any rash actions at this critical stage, all we have been working for could be lost in a moment! Now go, and do not return without full details on the operation, limitations and all possible useful knowledge of his newfound ability!”
Decades of planning. Countless resources and manpower. That would not go to waste because of some ridiculous power that was outside his expectations! He would not permit it. He would absolutely not permit it!
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Kallen was fighting it. She was absolutely, above all else fighting it to the very best of her ability. She had gone home. Locked herself in her room. Then spent the next hour fingering herself into exhaustion. So. She had tracked down Suzaku’s place of residence, which wasn’t really all that hard. Turned out he lived just opposite the Academy.
And then somehow found herself making out with Euphemia. Princess Euphemia, the Viceroy’s younger sister. The Kallen of the present took another big swig of beer while ignoring the twinges of pleasure the memories sent through her. Euphemia exuded a public aura of innocence and slight naivete, someone new to the political stage and yet -
“That’s right, Suzaku!” the ‘innocent’ princess moaned. “Fuck me! Oh, I love it! Kallen, don’t be shy, let me at your pussy.”
And those were the last words any of them had said for a solid half hour. Suzaku was riding her from behind, his hands gripping the Princess’s hips while his dick worked into her like a piston, and Kallen could feel every single bit of thrust he was causing because Euphemia’s tongue was making an effort to acquaint itself with as much of Kallen’s pussy as it could possibly manage. The three of them were going off their passions entirely, with no verbal communication at all between them, which made it a surprise when they changed positions so that suddenly Kallen was riding Suzaku cowgirl style while Euphemia straddled his face and locked lips with her, then they changed positions again and again and -
Present-day Kallen tried to stop the inane grin she could feel taking over her face. Tried and failed. It was such a weird experience. Suzaku had stamina to burn and was a physical god, which was pretty obvious from what the boys said about his time in P.E. class. In contrast, Euphemia was more deceptively nimble and seemed to have an intuitive understanding of exactly what the other two needed at any given moment.
If it were possible to evaluate pleasure in numerical form, then that threesome was the highest value she’d ever seen in her life. Period. Another shot. Still smiling. Really, she wasn’t usually like this. It was just that ever since she’d seen Zero’s giant cock all she could think about was sex, sex and yet more sex, and it turned out that Suzaku was a super-fast learner.
“Shtupid Princesh,” she slurred as she strode out into the streets. “Think she can get the better of me in bed? Huh? I’ll show her! I’ll make her scream my name next time! Make her tell me what her shishter is up to. All I gotta do is squeeze that tight little butt of hers, tease those tender nipples a little…”
Okay. Maybe getting drunk in an effort to forget wasn’t exactly the best idea she’d ever had. Loss of inhibitions and all that being what it is. And the real trick with trying to make yourself forget something is that it makes you think about it all that much more intently, like the way that Euphemia sucked on Kallen’s tits or Suzaku knew exactly how to touch her to make her feel more alive than she could ever remember, or…
Right. So the plan was that she would figure out a way to run rings around those two in bed, then get them to tell her all their plans without letting slip that she was a member of the Black Knights. Which was a plan she would enact purely because it was a prime opportunity that she should exploit, not because the experience was addictive and she was compelled to screw Suzaku at any chance she got anyway. Like, say… How about now?
Sure, that probably wasn’t the most rational thought she’d had tonight, and sure, she wasn’t really in much of a state of mind to really fight the thought. But on the other hand? Kallen got a taste of something she didn’t expect to like and kinda wanted to make sure, which is why she was stumbling right on back towards Suzaku’s place with a gleam in her eye and a very slight, almost imperceptible sway in her hips that might be more beer than a desire to get laid. Of course, things weren’t exactly going to go the way she intended….
- Kallen randomly encounters Nina, accidentally drunkenly claims to have bedded Euphemia.
- Kallen encounters someone else, passes out.
- Suzaku isn’t home right now. He’s too busy screwing Euphemia stupid in another venue.
- Kallen gets a call from the other Black Knights telling her to meet up at the spa. Zero has a big announcement for them.
- Something else
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