Story: Code Cocknosis

If there was any one thing for which Cornelia would be able to give credit earnestly and honestly to Area Eleven, it was the weather. She hadn't been here very long, yet it had impressed on her that it was a pleasant climate. Warm, comfortable. And today there wasn't a cloud in the sky. The perfect atmosphere to spring a trap.

Now, Cornelia was a very practical woman that knew exactly how to make the best use of available assets to accomplish a goal. Therefore, during her set-up period she had quite deliberately taken great care to make use of certain prodigious assets to tremendous advantage, as it especially assisted in her organisation of the event in question. Her thinking more or less followed what she would announce to the military team standing both at attention and with their backs straight (which made quite a lot of sense because this briefing had mostly focused on the most useful assets she was bringing to bear).

"Whoever kidnapped Clovis almost certainly has access to either titnosis or cocknosis abilities," Cornelia said to the crowd of soldiers, male and female, whose eyes were rather telling that they weren't actually listening to her, but they could definitely see her. "Therefore, it's quite likely that they will not be able to resist attending this event in an attempt to capture myself and my sister."

At this point she stopped to take in a deep breath. Ah yes, this reminded the soldiers that they too needed to exhale at certain intervals.

"That is why all guests shall be checked upon arrival at the park," she continued. "For weapons both obvious and <i>distractingly</i> obvious. Inspectors shall be watched by a second security team viewing from a screen elsewhere, and they will not be able to see the guests from the camera positions. This should eliminate the possibility of our guards being subverted."

She toyed with her zip in a manner like a cat might toy with a string, and more than a couple of soldiers began to tremble in anticipation. "It is also possible that they might attempt to cause some form of emergency within the park itself," she went on. "Therefore, all emergency services specifically for the park are being routed through a specialised military team. They are the only ones who will be allowed access in an emergency. Additionally, Knightmare contingents will surround the park in case of a more boring, conventional attack."

Which she privately hoped would not come to pass. While it was true that she was a winner of a dozen hard-earned victories on the battlefield before acquiring this useful power, the only people in this world that actually enjoyed killing people when they didn't need to were the same sorts that, when they were children, looked at the kid who pulled wings off of flies and then probably set that kid on fire.

It might seem a trifle pacifistic, but if you can win the day with minimal spilling of blood it only goes to prove your own superiority. Dominance over a weaker enemy. Cornelia couldn't help but smile a little bit while thinking about it. Whoever this would-be kidnapper may be, she had no intentions of executing him. Oh no, no. Physical pain can heal, given time and treatment. She had her own little punishment in mind for that bastard. Or bitch. And like most truly wicked punishments, it came from a cold place. It came from an imaginative place.

The difference was that in this case, punishment would come in the form of two squirts of suntan lotion, started with the phrase "Oh, and you can only cum when I give you permission." Then ended about an hour later by leaving the room without saying another word.

The men in front of her readily saluted Cornelia, and also raised their hands to their foreheads. Oh yes, she thought with a cruel smile. She might not wish to go out of her way to kill anyone today, but who's to say she couldn't have a little bit of a different kind of sadistic fun?

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Stop smiling. You look like an idiot. Just. Please. Stop smiling. For just a moment. Also, try not to stare too much at the incredibly busty princess holding onto your arm while wearing a string bikini. This is your best friend's half sister, but then again it was probably a little too late for that given how you spent the night giving little Suzaku a lot of exercise, and from the looks of it even remembering that was making him want to go for another round.

"What a beautiful day," Euphemia said, not that Suzaku had particularly noticed. How was it possible for a day - or indeed anything - to be beautiful when put in comparison to this woman? "It really is the perfect day for a celebration, isn't it?"

"Yes, your highness," Suzaku said, and Euphemia discreetly pinched his rear.

"None of that, please," she cutely admonished. It seemed to be one of three modes she had. The other two being "hot" and "hotter than the very surface of the sun." Which seemed a funny thing for him to think because, well, he never usually really looked at women like that. It was as though her very presence brought out a wild animal in him he never knew was there. The feeling was exhilarating. Exciting. Intoxicating. "Please just call me Euphie."

"Y-Yes," Suzaku gulped. "Of course... Euphie."

He felt lighter than air as they walked through the park. Of course, he'd never really been here before. Not really his cup of tea. He'd have been more at home in the gym that slipping down a waterslide. The facility was incredible, though. There was a stand over there with a sign reading "wet t-shirt contest." Another next to it advertising a "bikini contest". Then, over there, a small pool for what was supposed to be a "water wrestling" contest. Each of which advertised cash prizes for the winners, or potentially a private dinner with the new Viceroy if anyone were to win all three.

"Huh..." Suzaku pondered. "There doesn't seem to be any contests for male participants. They all seem to be women only... It's almost as though they're inviting women to put themselves on display for the men's enjoyment."

"Now that you mention it, there does seem to be a small amount of feminine objectification in the park," said the, need anyone be reminded, bouncy-breasted princess wearing a bright pink sling bikini, not a single thing more, and had to stop for a moment to adjust it so that one of her rather impressive boobs did not flop right on out. She'd already accidentally hypnotised six of the staff just by walking by.

"Look over there!" she nodded, and Suzaku followed her gaze. "A 'topless pool'? And over there are two women by a massage bed. If I understand that sign correctly, they're 'massage teachers'. It really makes me wonder what sort of party my sister is planning today."

Actually, Suzaku was starting to get a pretty good idea. He risked a glimpse. It was a treacherous valley to climb down, metaphorically, because you might not come back up. The sights were so good that if you took the scenic route you'd get lost forever. He was aware by now that both sisters had the, ahem, special ability to hypnotise the unwary (and wary) with their... Tits. He hated using the word, but for some reason his brain wouldn't use any other in this context. They were tits. Tits, tit, tits. And they could hypnotise people.

"I think she's trying to lure whoever kidnapped your brother into a trap," he whispered. "Something like this would be practically an open invitation to try and get to her as well." His gaze flickered up to her eyes, which was frankly an astonishing feat of willpower by itself. "I'm not sure how to feel about this. On the one hand, she'd be able to find that person without hurting anyone. On the other, she'd be hypnotising so many people and altering their minds... I don't like that. But fighting them could make other people get hurt as well."

To his surprise, Euphemia quickly stepped in front of him, and gently guided his chin so that he couldn't look down at her spectacular tits. All he could look into were her eyes. Beautiful, Shining. Innocent. And unless he missed his guess, full of the kind of lust most young men would probably kill to have directed their way by a girl half as pretty, half as rich, half as powerful and twice as dressed.

"Then let's stop her," she said. "My sister, I mean. Let's stop her from titnotising all these people, and also find another way to rescue my brother. Because... Because I'm worried about her. I'm worried that her tits will come to consume her, and I don't want - I don't want to lose another sibling. Do you understand, Suzaku Kururugi?"

And to a question like that, posed by a woman like this, there was only one answer a man with half a brain could possibly give. Even one whose mind was occupied with that young woman's elder sister's bosom growing so massive that it literally consumed her. He gently dipped his head forward, closed his eyes, and lay his lips upon hers. Because sometimes, answers go beyond mere words. Sometimes you can understand someone perfectly well without them.

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Meanwhile, at Ashford Academy, a certain dark-haired boy was undergoing a rigorous titjob from his new ally. Kallen's massive knockers wrapped rather well around his engorged dick, and he had to grant it to her. She was rapidly learning the most effective way to pleasure him using those tools. Any lesser man would be but putty in her hands in a matter of moments.

And, by extension, putty in his hands.

Not that she wasn't getting off on this herself, it must be pointed out. It seemed as though merely touching his dick gave a woman a small charge of pleasure. He couldn't control it, nor could he really use that by itself to any great effect. That was why he allowed Kallen to do this. Neither of them were trying to hypnotise the other. THey were simply pleasuring one another. That was all.

"So, smart guy," Kallen said, sticking out her tongue in a faux-demure fashion to run it around the circle of his head. Lelouch felt his eyelids flutter, but also noted that Kallen had the same reaction. "You've got a plan for dealing with Cornelia's trap, right?"

"Naturally," Lelouch shrugged. "By the end of the day, she'll be the one in your position. The difference is, her tone will replace cheek and sarcasm with obedience and pleading."

"Urrrghh!" Kallen shuddered. "Damn, just imagining that made me cum. I need a little more self control... Then again, tell me more about your plan. I could definitely do with taking the edge off."

"It's really quite simple," Lelouch said. "You see... Here is what we shall do."

1. Lelouch deliberately allows himself to get caught.
2. Lelouch finds an alternative route into the water park.
3. Other hypnotised students are sent to infiltrate undetected.
4. Lelouch uses a special ability from the book to disguise himself and the council members.
5. Lelouch uses Clovis as a hostage to attack Cornelia indirectly.
6. Something else