Story: CG Anti-Harem

CG Anti-Harem
Kallen's first instinct upon waking up was to kick someone's ass. This was not her house. This was not her home. This had never been her home. All she could see was a white endless void, and sitting down at a nearby table was a strange man whose butt she was about to whoop.

She slipped out of bed silently. It didn't seem like the man even noticed she was awake. Kallen reached out, intending to lift the man by the collar to ask him what the hell was going on -

"Sorry for cheating," the man said, suddenly ten feet behind her. "But you are a little more of a physical person than Lelouch. I didn't want to risk being attacked because you misunderstood my intentions."

"Grabbed out of nowhere by some stranger, taken to the middle an empty white void while asleep?" Kallen scowled. "Yeah, sure, I misunderstood. That's the problem here."

Hold on. Back up a little. Lelouch? He'd said... That was a name she hadn't heard in a while. It brought back memories of just five years back. When they were together at Ashford. When she was fighting by his side against Britannia... Or against him when he became the Emperor. It was the one and only thought that made her weak at the knees, and before she knew it she was sitting down at a table opposite this peculiar person, who offered her a glass of water.

"It really is such a shame," the man sighed. "The people you care for the most suffer so terribly. Naoto's death. Your mother's Refrain addiction. Shirley's death hit you harder than you expected, but Lelouch... Ah, that one stung. Hating him until the moment it all became clear that all you had been hating was another mask he wore. Hating him until the mask you loved slew the one you hated." He took a sip of water and watched her, carefully. "You are not dead, Miss Kozuki - May I call you Kallen? That is probably what you were wondering. I am merely here to offer you a deal.

"How would you like it, if I gave you the chance to ensure Lelouch had a happy ending this time? All you have to do is agree to a few simple terms...."

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Kallen woke up with a start, the strange dream she'd been having rapidly evaporating from her consciousness. Whatever it had been, it had left her breathless. It was a funny thing though. When she tried to grasp hold of what it was about it slipped through her fingers, leaving her strangely confused and wondering why she felt so... Good?

Especially considering the disastrous outcome of their little mission. If it hadn't been for that mystery voice, everyone in Shinjuku would've been slaughtered. No question. Somehow she was convinced that the same person made Clovis give up, but she couldn't quite explain why she felt that way. Nor could she explain why, upon seeing her Ashford Academy uniform, she couldn't wait to put it on.

That part really didn't make any sense at all. She hated going to that stifling, stuck-up school! Being surrounded by snotty Britannian brats all day, pretending to be weak and sickly... Kallen hated that sort of thing! So why was her heart all aflutter? Why was she making a special effort to look pretty? Why was she -

Her phone rang. She quickly answered it with a terse "What?"

"Is that any way to talk to your brother in the morning?"

Naoto... Kallen collapsed onto her bed. Naoto, her brother. But wasn't he... That didn't make sense, did it? Hadn't he died when that idiot Tamaki - No, wait. That wasn't right. Naoto had been lucky enough to get away before they caught him. Why did she have that impression?

"Remember, Kallen, you've gotta head over to school. I know you can't stand it, but..."

"I know," she said, unconsciously wiping a tear from her eye. "I've got to keep my head down and maintain cover until things blow over a little. You keep watch, see if you can work out who that mystery voice was."

"Ohgi's on that, but I don't see how he'll manage anything. You keep out of trouble; let me worry about that, got it?"

Didn't need telling twice. With that conversation ended, Kallen looked herself over in the mirror. The very image of a Britannian student. As much as it sickened her, she made it look good. That pale blouse really did put the right sort of emphasis on her curves. The black skirt was kinda short, and the white thigh-high socks did more to draw attention to her legs than hide them, but overall?

Kallen looked hot as hell.

That particular thought lingered with her all the way through morning class. Point of fact, she was finding herself unduly distracted by erotic thoughts, or at least thoughts aimed in that general direction. She was suddenly hyper-aware that Britannia had countless flaws on a societal level, yet she could hardly condemn them for their treatment of sexuality. It didn't seem to matter at all to them whether a person was straight, gay, bisexual or asexual. All that they gave a damn about was race, as if they'd redirected all their intolerance towards a single point instead of spreading it all around like other cultures did.

Don't mistake that for sympathy on her part. Kallen still detested Britannia. Despised it. Yet somehow, deep inside, she could see a chance for things to be made better for everyone...

Out of the corner of her eye, Kallen caught note of something. A boy in the middle of the classroom looking over at her. Their eyes met for a moment, and there was this brief sort of recognition between the two of them. An intense level of deja vu. She knew this boy, and not just because he was a student in the same class as her. There was something -

<i>"Lelouch, after everything we've been through, what do I mean to you?</i>"

"Hm?" one of the girls next to her whispered. "See something you like? Ooh, good pick! That's Lelouch Lamperouge, vice president of the student council. He's the most eligible bachelor on campus."

"Too bad he's a total sis-con," another girl sighed. "The way he dotes on her... Well, it's not like anyone else would be any different. That girl is just too cute to leave alone!"

"Lelouch..." Kallen frowned. How had she known that? And that kiss she'd remembered made her feel exactly like the weak and sickly girl she was pretending to be. There was something more to it than that, though. Sort of like she trusted him? No. Not just trust. This feeling went deeper than that...

"Eek, Kallen look out! A bee!"

Which didn't exactly explain why suddenly she was squatting down behind a bush trying to hide from an insect that was probably more scared of her than she was of it. Ugh, these feelings! She was so used to anger and sadness that she'd kind of neglected this part of the emotional spectrum. Couldn't even identify what it was and - And that bee actually was starting to get on her nerves, thanks very much!

"Get out of here!" she yelled, slapping it out of the sky with a precision strike quite unlike her at-school personae.

"Alright, if you insist! I just wanted to say hello."

That Lelouch guy again! Kallen tried to rise to her feet to ask him if he'd seen that just now, or maybe figure out a way to get him to reveal just that. But all of a sudden her mouth felt dry. Her breasts felt... Weird. Her eyes lingered down to his crotch, and from the way he was standing she had this weird idea that he was packing some major firepower down there.

Kallen wet her lips instinctively. She sort of felt herself zoning out for a moment staring at him, feeling herself growing hotter. Wetter. Sex. Have sex with him. You want it. You want it badly.

"Oh, wait. Just to be sure. Don't tell anyone about Shinjuku."

The spell was broken, whatever it was. Kallen blinked and stared across at him.

"What do you mean, about Shinjuku? Why would you say that?"

"Go back to class."

"As soon as I get an answer to my question, I will."

The two of them stared across at one another, Kallen trying to hide her inexplicable arousal behind the more comfortable angry suspicion while he was staring back at her with what appeared to be genuinely confused frustration. She could almost see his mind ticking away, trying to work out how to explain that, but she was already coming to a conclusion of her -

"Hey, Lulu! Kallen!" yelled a voice that also struck her as familiar. Kallen looked up and - And felt her heart skip yet another beat. Without knowing how she knew, she recognised that girl at the window up there as well. Shirley Fenette. For this girl, definitely sympathy. But something else as well. Something Kallen really didn't expect at all! "You know, it's time to head over to the chem lab! You'd better get a move on!"

"Oh crap, it's my turn to set up for class! I'll catch up with you later, Kallen! We need to talk!"

"Sure thing," she quietly said, but this time it wasn't just some pretense at her usual weakly invalid mask at school. This time she was genuinely undergoing some pretty big emotional upheaval. After all. She'd hated Britannia for so long that it was difficult for her to come to terms that she really, really wanted to have sex with not one, but two of them...

And on top of that? She was pretty certain she knew exactly how to get them into bed without remotely knowing how she knew.
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Five facts. He was only given access to five facts and no more than that. None of them had included the fact that his Geass would only work on a person exactly one time, and then no more than that. Well. He'd learned that the hard way. That conversation with Kallen had probably gone exactly the way it had in the previous run through these events, which meant he had figured out some way to placate her suspicions.

Within his trousers, his cock twitched. Down, boy! This was not the time to get excited. He could tell that she was glancing over at him using that mirror on her desk. Very discreet. Very clever. Very much like a suitable mate for his possible -

Well, that was annoying. He'd had to struggle with this on and off all day. It wasn't too bad, not so much that he couldn't fight it off, but it was a little... Distracting. Honestly now. His supposedly omnipotent opponent would have to do better than that if he intended to force Lelouch to build a harem!

Regardless, he pretty much went by the following on auto-pilot. Take Kallen to the council building for a conversation which would be interrupted by a Geassed Sayoko calling up and asking for a meeting using a recording of his voice while he was standing right next to her and then -

"Whoops!"

Cringe as the timing of his plan was sent straight to hell by a mistimed bottle throw by Rivalz, resulting in Kallen getting doused from head to toe in wine.

This also felt like a thing that happened the last time around. Nothing he'd done yet was necessarily any different than what he might have done knowing what few things he knew about the future. Still. This felt like a trap. How better to have him set up a little harem for himself than to make something happen during this little moment?

In short, he was trapped by circumstance. He knew Kallen was in there right now. Naked. Having a shower. In about two minutes time Sayoko would dial the number thanks to her Geass, and he had no way of preventing that fact. This trick would only work if Kallen knew where he was at the same time the phone rang. So... He had pretty much no alternative but to head on inside.

"It's Lelouch! I brought a change of clothes!"

"Come in. I've already drawn the curtain."

Alright. He just had to breathe. Relax a little. Don't look at her. Though all things considered he didn't seem to have anything to worry about. Even if he did lose control over himself, Kallen was stronger and faster than him. He'd be tossed out on his ass the second he tried anything remotely inappropriate, and he could hang onto that fact long enough to -

Turned out? That curtain left pretty much nothing to the imagination. He could see her silhouette perfectly clearly and in spite himself he rather liked what he was seeing. This half-Japanese had some full curves, enough to drive anyone wild.

"Sorry about all this. I know they can be a little over the top."

"That's okay. Nothing wrong with cutting loose every once in a while, you know?"

"These are some of my clothes. Hope that's okay."

"It's cool. Don't worry about it. That was fast. You went all the way to the boys' dorm?"

"Actually, I live here. It'd be pretty hard for my sister to live off in the dorms. The principal of the school lets us stay here as a favor." One beat of awkward, awkward silence, and - "Well, I'd best let you get to it! We'll talk more about your council duties when you're decent."

"Hey, wait! Can you hand me that pouch over there?"

Jackpot. He'd kind of expected this, really. A cursory glance told him that there was a switchblade concealed inside. She was going to threaten him into talking about his Shinjuku remark. Just as he had calculated...

At least, that was what he was thinking. Right up until she tackled him against the wall and kissed him.

"Did you like that?" she purred. "Want some more? Maybe talk a little about Shinjuku, and I'll let you have more than you can handle."

Ah. This was a twist he hadn't quite anticipated. A honey pot! Enemy agents that use sex appeal to interrogate, typically proving very, very effective in getting their targets to open up without even realising they'd revealed important information. This development was pretty far outside of his calculations! The idea that he might be the one to be seduced, rather than seducing, had seemed outright outlandish, but now? Now he saw that it was absolutely inevitable!

The only question now was how he was going to resist tapping that immaculate half-Britannian, half-Japanese booty... Or at least find a way to do so without inevitably setting himself up for a future harem!

1. Lelouch is somehow able to wriggle out of it and escape the bathroom.
2. Lelouch succumbs, figuring that one girl does not a harem make.
3. Another girl is made an irresistible offer by the author.
4. Substantial details of Kallen's past have been changed to make her an expert seductress. Details, please?
5. Something else