Story: NTR Code Geass

Been a little hesitant on posting this one, but we'll see how you like it. Or not.


In the Imperial Calendar year of 2018, the world was destined for tumultuous upheaval the likes of which it would likely never see again. A year ago, the Black Rebellion had been squashed by the superior resources, tactics and firepower of the Britannian military. The Elevens - formerly Japanese - now find themselves worse off than before, having suffered two military losses to the ruthless Empire.

The blame for this lies squarely on the heads of Japan's last hope: The enigmatic masked mastermind known only as Zero, killer of Prince Clovis and the charismatic head of the Black Knights. Eleven resistance groups have been uniformly squashed. Their financial backing within the Houses of Kyoto have been seized, and most members of the Black Knights have been captured or killed, with but a few scattered remnants remaining outside of Imperial custody.

It is believed that Zero is among the dead, or has been securely captured and is being held in a discreet location somewhere in the homeland. Nobody could guess the truth. That he is still within Area Eleven. That he has had his memories altered so that he no longer recalls being Zero, no longer recalls why he built a rebellion in the first place, and believes himself to be an ordinary student by the name Lelouch Lamperouge.

Ordinary student? Hardly. Ordinary students don't get watched by no less than two security teams. Ordinary people do not have round-the-clock surveillance such that they cannot sleep, cannot eat, cannot converse with a single person without it being recorded, documented, compared to other parts of routine and analysed for inconsistencies.

Under normal conditions he was the kind of person the NTR ring wouldn't bother with, save as a victim. He already had plenty of attractive young women interested in him, he was more the sort of person who needed being brought down a peg or two than being the one to do the reverse, and yet there was something about this boy that appealed to its twisted sense of non-ethics.

Besides! Even a ring of sadistic sex magic simply had to unwind and take a holiday now and then. It did wonders for the, what's the word again? Soul?

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Lelouch fancied himself a rather clever person. After all, one did not plan to challenge the supposed best chess player in the country for high stakes unless one was quite confident in one's skills. Regardless.

"Rolo?" he asked his brother. "Where did this ring come from?"

His little brother was by his side in an instant, examining the ring with great care. "I don't know," Rolo answered. "I've never seen it before, big brother. Maybe we should turn it in to the lost and found?"

Lelouch turned that thought over in his mind. The ring had materialised in his hand last night, meaning that he had woken up holding onto it tightly enough that it left marks on the skin. From Rolo's point of view, the ring was a dangerous thing to let him keep onto until they checked it out a little more. But from Lelouch's perspective...

"I don't think that would be a good idea," Lelouch sighed, taking it back and examining it with care. "An ornate ring like this? I think it's a gift from another secret admirer."

"Another one?" Rolo groaned. "Big brother, you're a walking heartbreaker."

Little did he realise just how true that statement was going to become. Although, Rolo was a little concerned about how that ring wound up in Lelouch's possession in the first place. Any strange activity during the night anywhere in the school would be logged and reported. He always knew in advance when a secret admirer gave his big br- the bait a gift.

Now, what Lelouch didn't realise was that Rolo had used his Geass to stop time to examine the ring. It didn't have any hidden compartments, no tricky gadgets built into it. Just an ornate ring that mysteriously appeared out of nowhere. That being the case, he couldn't risk allowing Lelouch to keep hold of it until the mystery was solved.

"What if someone misplaced it?" Rolo suggested.

"Then I'll wear it out in public," Lelouch replied. "That seems the most certain way to figure out who it belongs to. As vice president of the student council, I get to interact with a lot of the student body."

Rolo bit back his growl of frustration. Trying to outsmart or manipulate Lelouch was the most difficult part of this job, but he couldn't think of a non-suspicious reason to make him give the ring over. Well then. He'd just wait until tonight, then steal it while Lelouch slept. In the meantime...

"We need to set up for tomorrow," Lelouch said, unaware of the power of NTR welling up within him. "Does Rivalz have the wig?"

"Yep," Rolo confirmed. Honestly now, the only reason they were letting this escape-from-school strategy work at all was that he would get suspicious if it mysteriously failed. "He's also left me the keys to his bike, so there's no problem there either."

"Then let's go about the rest of our day as if nothing was amiss." Lelouch gently rubbed the ring on his finger while he spoke. "Tomorrow shall be a very interesting day."

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Strictly speaking Milly Ashford could have comfortably graduated last year. Strictly speaking, Milly Ashford didn't want to. She had unfinished business, you might say, and her family never liked leaving a project unfinished.

"Here you go madame prez!" said the chipper tones of one half of her personal project while passing her a bound sheet of papers. "It just needs your signature and it's good to go!"

Milly took the sheath of papers and not so accidentally let her fingers touch Shirley's mid-transit. Oh, that girl was such a shy bird, see how she pulled away at such a small teasing touch?

"Milly Ashford is always good to go," she said to the redhead, sultry and low, just enough to make her freak out. "Oh, spare me the prudish protestations," she interrupted just as Shirley was about to say something along those very boring and predictable lines. "Really now, if you're going to get mister handsome rebel's attention, you need to learn to be a little more proactive."

"Oooh, Milly!" Shirley stomped her foot indignantly and adorably. She was completely oblivious to the fascinating effect it had on her splendid chest. "Just because you ship me and Lelou doesn't mean it's going to happen, will you give it a rest already?"

The lady does protest too much.

"Did I hear someone say my name? It's not polite to talk about someone behind their back."

Speak of the devil, and there he is. Alongside Rivalz too. Normally, Milly would have said something to tease Shirley about her transparent crush on their vice-president that would fly over his book smart, people smart, heart stupid head.

But today? Today Lelouch was wearing the ring of NTR. Which is why an idea occurred to Milly that would never normally occur. A naughty idea. A playful idea. Why, even she wouldn't do something like this under normal circumstances... But for some reason she couldn't figure out why. It was a pretty good idea. Drive home certain points to the shy swimmer about how easily this handsome prince could be stolen away by a fair maiden.

"Alright, guys," Rivalz said on the edges of Milly's awareness. The two boys sat at the table, and in turn Milly sauntered over with a naughty, teasing little shimmy of her hips. "I've crunched the numbers for the budget, and things are looking better than we expected."

It was almost in time with the thoughts being drilled into her head by the NTR effect. Left leg forward, wiggle hips, Shirley's just assuming he'll spontaneously realise it on his own. Right leg forward, wiggle hips, she doesn't understand how easily he could be snatched up. Left leg forward, work that body, she needs to be taught a lesson. Right leg forward, work that body, and who better to teach it than -

"Oops, I tripped!"

Her aim was the sort that would make Robin Hood jealous. Then again, he'd probably be more jealous of Lelouch right now, with a babe like Milly Ashford sitting in his lap. She shot a look towards Shirley, who had a bit of a twitchy eye. Jealousy will do that to you. Then again, maybe that's not so much jealousy and more like she already knows what Milly is trying to do, and is annoyed at her making a scene...?

"Are you alright?" Lelouch asked.

"Never better," Milly answered coyly, hanging her arms around his neck. She made to stand up, but then noticed something peculiar. A chair was missing. How strange, why would a chair be missing? It wasn't like there was some reality warping magic ring around twisting everyone's perceptions into believing or seeing things that weren't really the case. Right? "Oh, darn! I have nowhere else to sit. Guess I'd better stay here."

Shirley sucked in air. Milly didn't notice, but Rivalz had much the same reaction nearby. Double the NTR for double the fun.

"You don't mind, do you, Lelou?"

"It is a trifle unorthodox," Lelouch observed, carefully minding where he put his hands. A normal man would have had a similar problem, with their hands not sure where to go. Though while Lelouch was making sure not to touch Milly, most men, and some women, would be torn between feeling up her svelte waist, running their fingers down her wide hips, or cupping the largest breasts in the academy. Though some might just settle for pulling her rump closer so the plump spheres could properly nestle their throbbing erection. "Although under the circumstances I can't see any problems with it."

"Then let me just adjust to a more comfortable position," Milly hissed at him, her lips inches away from his. With another glance at the horrorstruck Shirley, Milly planted her knees on either side of Lelouch's legs. Straddling him, such that his face was at tit level. Even a gentleman with no seeming sexual interest would be unable to do much else but leer uncontrollably at these melons. Especially if she -

"Gosh, it's hot in here," Milly complained, popping a couple of buttons on her blouse. Then half of them. Then all of them. There we go, Shirley. Have you learned your lesson yet? All it would take is the gentlest pressure to the back of his head and then -

"Ah!" Shirley gasped. Her eyes were completely glazed over, and even though her body was trembling in frustration there was also an undercurrent of something Milly hadn't anticipated. Her right hand was rubbing at her own magnificent (though not quite as Millytastic) chest through her uniform, her left hand was playing with the hem of her skirt. "M-Madam President. I... Feel strange for some reason! S-So hot all over."

"I feel it too," Rivalz groggily said. One didn't even need to look at him to know he was hard, and doing his best to make it somewhat less obvious. "I don't feel good. But I also feel really good!"

"Oh dear," Lelouch remarked. As an almost unconscious gesture, his hands began to stroke up the inside of Milly's legs, causing both of the others to whine. "I hope neither of you are coming down with something."

And then, all of a sudden, Milly buttoned up her top and climbed off of Lelouch so that she could put her hand against Shirley's forehead, resting her own on the other side of that hand. "You are pretty hot," Milly observed. "And you're also flushed. Maybe the two of you should go see the nurse, just to be safe."

"Yeah, maybe that would be a good idea," Rivalz nodded, as if in a daze. "Ugh, are you sure you two will be okay by yourselves?"

"Don't worry about us," Lelouch smiled reassuringly. "Milly and I can handle each other just fine while you're gone."

1. Meanwhile, in the observation room, how are they taking this?
2. Shirley and Rivalz rationalise what happened.
3. Rolo tries and fails to steal the ring.
4. As soon as the other two leave, Lelouch remembers what happened and gets worried.
5. Something else