Story: CG New Demoness

You know. Maybe she should really be a little more worried about how she was falling into all sorts of really bad habits recently. Maybe she should be thinking a little bit more about how she was finding it just a little bit easier each time she did something naughty to do something else naughty. Like, say, ditching school to go and rescue Lelouch. Holding a prince at gunpoint to make him stop killing a ghetto full of mostly innocent people, then accidentally killing him, then pretending to be sick so she could learn all about what the future held, then having a night of passion with the boy that was about to become the most wanted person in Area Eleven.

Actually, compared to all that? Using her Geass to knock out a government worker to access the postal records illegally was pretty tame. No wonder her conscience was going into overdrive.

"Now if only I knew what I was doing with this thing..." she mumbled. Oh, dear! She wasn't expecting something like this. Shirley was hardly any kind of computer expert - really, Nina would be better suited for that role - so she was much more used to computer systems intended for public consumption rather than the professional interface designed for bureaucratic government positions. Which are typically updated once in a blue moon, where blue means "what's an" and moon means "update?"

But she had come much too far to give up now. Ooh! She had to find something she could show Lelouch later on! After all, she'd learned what would happen if she went in all guns blazing: It's amazing the things you can learn about your own death. In retrospect grabbing that policeman's gun and running into a dangerous situation really ought to have gotten her killed; her other self must have been beyond stressed out which was honestly a mental state she had gained quite an appreciation for herself, and -

"Hi, Shirley! Fancy meeting you here."

"Huh?" Shirley said, stopping to blink for a moment at the sound of a voice she really hadn't expected. "Sophie? What are you - Hrm?!"

Well then. That's one mystery of the universe solved. Not that she'd ever wondered what her roommate's tongue tasted like, but now she knew. She knew rather more about that than she'd ever really intended to know, actually.

"Whoa, Sophie!" Shirley quickly pushed her roommate away and held her at arm's length. "Wh-What's with you all of a sudden?" No... Don't tell her that... It couldn't be that even Sophie had been hit by whatever this weird effect was, could it? Her figure hadn't quite undergone the same dramatic transformation that Kallen's had, so that much was a relief.

"The real question is what's the deal with you?" Sophie replied, trailing a finger seductively around in a circle just under Shirley's neck. "Sneaking in here like that and knocking this poor man out with a look. That was very... Naughty of you, Shirley."

"Y-You saw that?" Shirley gulped. Oh, no! She really wasn't very good at this, was she?

"Oh, yes," Sophie said. She sat on the edge of the desk and looked Shirley up and down as though examining meat in a supermarket. The girl pouted in what would normally have come across as adorable, but instead seemed somehow sinister instead. "So why don't you tell me all about it? Maybe I can help. Right? You'd like my help, wouldn't you?"

Shirley had to stop herself from saying "No, it's too dangerous," because then Sophie would immediately turn around and get Milly involved. Then again from the gleam in Sophie's eyes and the way she was seductively bobbing her leg up and down, it seemed to Shirley there wasn't all that much difference.

"W-Well, the truth is, I - uh..." she began, struggling for the right words with the desperation of a drowning man. Think, think, think! Alright. Evaluate the situation like Lelouch would. Sophie was blatantly under the influence of whatever was going on, which meant that she wasn't thinking clearly anyway, which was definitely something that could be used to make her behave herself...

"You received a strange package recently," Sophie idly said, inspecting her fingernails. "And you were trying to track it down. Oh, gosh! You're so cute when you're shocked. I could eat you up."

"Please don't." Shirley waved her hands in a warding motion. "A-And you're right. I did receive a strange package, b-but I'd rather not talk about what it was right now, it's a long story and we don't have the time."

"Of course," Sophie sighed. "We could be found at any moment. Tell you what. If you kiss me right now, I'll find out the address right away. If not... Well..."

"Oh, come on! What makes you think you could get the address when I couldn't figure it out?"

"Because my dad's a government-contracted software engineer, and he's showed me systems way more stuffed with red tape than this. Come on, you knew that! I'm always joking about it in our computer studies classes!"

"... That's right," Shirley slowly said. "You were... Always making those kinds of jokes, weren't you?" Indeed she had. Vivid memories leapt to the forefront of Shirley's mind. Sophie cracking wise about interfaces and databases. She'd always made exactly those kind of jokes.

But had she always been making those jokes five minutes ago? It was a weird thing to think, but somehow Shirley didn't quite get the impression that everything going on just now was completely on the level. Not just because of that mental confusion either.

The other reason was that she was really quite certain that Sophie could find the address if she wanted to. Probably in seconds. As in. She was more certain of that fact than that the sky was blue or that water was wet. She knew it as if it was a cold, hard truth of the universe itself.

It was as if she were being tempted, somehow. Sophie. Standing there with puckered lips, leaning forward with hands clasped behind her back. She knew she should not encourage this utterly bizarre behaviour from her close friend, but... At the same time, this seemed to be the only way she could get what she was after. An answer to a mystery.

"Fine!" Shirley said, bobbing her head forward for a quick peck on the lips. "There! Now, find out that address!"

"A deal is a deal," Sophie suggestively said. And then in a display of flexibility that was absolutely astounding, she leaned backwards until she was lying atop the desk, and from that position was able to type a few simple commands onto the computer, and in the process giving Shirley a pretty blatant upskirt short that she quickly averted her eyes from. "Done! I have the address."

"Great," Shirley said. "Where are we -"

"Ah, ah, ah!" Sophie tsked, smoothing out her skirt. Which... Was it her imagination or was it a lot shorter than it should be? And there definitely wasn't a slit up the side. Come to think of it, Sophie's top seemed to be a lot tighter as well. Showing off her navel... It was almost as if her clothes were shrinking right before Shirley's eyes. "I tell you, you knock me out. That doesn't sound fair, now does it? No, I think you can follow me to the address. How does that sound?"

"S-Sophie, your clothes...!"

"Hrm?" Sophie tilted her head in confusion, while at the same time the skirt she was wearing grew short enough to show off her white underwear, which in turn transformed into a black g-string right before Shirley's eyes. "What about my clothes? They seem pretty normal to me."

And, again, there it was. The certainty that what Sophie was saying was correct. She knew, somehow, that the instant they walked out nobody would even bat an eye at the nearly naked girl wandering around. That nobody would care. Nobody would take note. Nobody would even remember. On top of that, there was also the certainty that Sophie was going to coerce a few more smooches out of her before this little adventure was done. A peck would probably not be enough either...

"I really hope Lelouch is having a better time of it than I am," Shirley whispered while Sophie swished out of the door as if strolling down a catwalk towards a stripper's pole. "At the very least, he's smart enough to avoid all this perversion stuff now that he knows what he's looking for."

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Lelouch was the kind of guy whose thoughts analysed his thoughts. Why did I think that, he might ponder. Why did I wonder why I thought that, might be the reply. It wasn't really introspection so much. More a thought process born of paranoia. Well. Maybe not paranoia. That indicates that the sensation wasn't really justified. Anyway. The point was that right now Lelouch's thoughts were thinking about his thoughts, and the thoughts that his thoughts were thinking about those thoughts could be summarised rather neatly by one simple sentence:

I should really stop staring at Kallen's butt.

In a little more nuanced detail: Kallen's entire body was simply amazing. There wasn't a single part of her that didn't appeal to the straight male gaze. Listing them would be redundant. Having said this. Lelouch's personal preference was ass. Not that he used to think all that much about the physical appeal of the opposite sex, but recent events had given him a little more of a taste than he'd ever expected.

The best thing for him to do right now was to distract himself, because the very notion of Zero getting an erection during his very first meeting with individuals he intended to recruit to his cause was, in the long run, a bad idea no matter how you approached it. So he ran through the plan again in his mind.

Suzaku had been arrested for the crime that Shirley had committed on his behalf. Killing Clovis. Now, Lelouch was a little disappointed by the fact that he hadn't been able to do that himself, but then again part of him was also relieved he didn't have the chance. Not so tough as he was thinking. Anyway. The idea of letting Suzaku suffer for this didn't sit well with him, and he wasn't intending to surrender Shirley to the authorities either. Which meant he had to do something about it while also worrying about the truly bizarre things going on around him.

Case in point: That ass.

"A junkyard?" said the man with the bandanna... Ohgi? "What are we doing here?"

"I want you to construct something to exact specifications," Lelouch said, donning his Zero persona as easily as putting on a pair of shoes. A little touch more boom to the voice, a little more extravagance to the movements. "Only the exterior needs to match. So long as it looks good on the outside and can drive, it shall meet our requirements."

"You seem pretty sure we can pull this off," Kallen said. She bent over to pick up a piece of garbage. Ohgi looked back, then hurriedly turned away when he caught sight of her breasts jiggle under the shifting centre of gravity, while Lelouch tugged his cape around himself, and half turned towards a larger portion of the pile of garbage. "So, what's the point to all this? Why are we focusing on rescuing this Kururugi guy when there's something this weird going on?"

"The answer to that is simple!" Lelouch announced, oddly finding making his voice have the right level of booming property a little easier while fighting back an erection. "There are three reasons. The first, to introduce ourselves to the world. The second, Kururugi is accused of a crime he did not commit, and I cannot permit this travesty of justice to go unchallenged. And third... It will provide us the opportunity to warn him of our own observations and enquire whether he has seen anything. A minor reason, yet no less vital!"

"Oh, I get it!" Ohgi said. "And I guess we might be able to recruit him while we're at it. No way is he going to want to continue working for the Britannian military after being accused of something like this."

"Not according to my sources," Lelouch said, turning away from the pair of them while trying his best to mask the disappointment in his voice. If what Shirley had told him was correct, the likelihood of Suzaku joining his mission was approximately zero percent. "Kururugi is too stubborn and self righteous to join a cause like ours."

"Then what's the point in rescuing him?" Kallen demanded.

"The pursuit of justice is not sufficient?" Zero asked. Not Lelouch. Zero had asked that question. It was the first off-the-cuff remark he'd made in character that wasn't in some way rehearsed in his mind long before saying it. The character he had created came through without him even noticing. "Very well... Then perhaps the opportunity to humiliate the Purebloods is more to your taste?"

Kallen made a bit of a weird noise behind him. Funny. If he didn't know better... Actually, come to think of it he did know better and that made him think his first assumption was correct rather than incorrect. Namely, that it seemed to him as though Kallen just had a small orgasm. Oh, dear. Whatever was influencing things like this, he could only hope that he could figure it out before its effects became too widespread, too ingrained for him to remove it.

1. Shirley and Sophie arrive at the address. An abandoned building.
2. Shirley and Sophie arrive at the address... And encounter a completely unexpected person.
3. Lelouch continues setting up the plan to rescue Suzaku. Sexy things keep happening in spite of his best efforts.
4. Meanwhile, Suzaku has also noticed weird glitches in reality, but nobody is paying him any attention.
5. Something else