Once Kallen Kozuki had set her mind to a task, there was no dissuading her. Ask anyone that knew her. Or more accurately, ask anyone that knew of her as Kallen Kozuki, rather than Kallen Stadtfeld. Like it or not, but she had set her mind to a task she'd never thought she'd need to set it towards: Getting laid. With a Britannian hunk. Yeah, that hadn't been on her radar or anywhere near it, but here we are.
"Seriously though, a Fantasy Seduction Club?" Kallen muttered aloud to herself. "Whose bright idea was that? Who okayed that sort of club at an academy, anyway?"
Well, whatever. If Nunnally's intel was on the money then her brother was at this club doing... something. It was the perfect chance to speak with him. Flirt with him. Pin him to a chair and take him. It was all good.
"Knock knock," she said while tapping on the door. Alright then. What should she say? Oh, drat it. She'd spent the entire time walking here thinking about the nasty, nasty things she was going to do to Lelouch when she got her hands on him! Let's see. Um! She could hardly tell him that she was here to mount him. The club might object to that. Maybe? With a name like Fantasy Seduction Club they might not.
Focus girl, focus! You're here to... Aha! That's it! You're here because you heard there were some student council members visiting, and you were thinking of asking to join. Brilliant. Flawless. Even if she couldn't get the dicking she desperately craved, she'd be in a closer position to get it promptly. Haha! Tactical genius.
The door opened. Kallen smiled brightly. "Hi, my name is Kallen and I'm here to hgnnnnnn."
"Girl, I know," said the rather dazed seeming girl standing in the doorway, clad in a maid uniform. Not that Kallen was paying much mind to how slutty she was dressed. Because over her shoulder was the clear sight of Lelouch Lamperouge with his shirt off. "I would only advise coming in if you're okay with borrowing some underwear afterwards, because it's going to be like a swimming pool in here before long."
Kallen clapped her hand over her mouth and tried not to make a sound because if she did then she'd only humiliate herself. Alas, it was too late for her to turn back now. Kallen entered the room, mindful of the fact that her underwear would be thoroughly ruined within the next minute the way things were going.
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If he didn't know better, he'd swear that this was a setup. Here he was, with an attractive young woman in a maid outfit trying to get into his pants. Also, there was his c-member of the student council Shirley who was also showing some signs of “interest”. Their clothes had been ruined by white chocolate and he had seen more skin today than he ever wanted.
"How are you faring, Shirley?" he called into the next room, where his classmate was changing clothes. "Does their costume fit?"
"Y-Yes! I would say it does!" Shirley nervously answered. Oh dear. Lelouch tutted. Obviously they could hardly go around the school like this. "I'll be out in a bit!"
Part of him was dreading finding out what they had squeezed the poor girl into. No doubt it was a trap designed to make him succumb to his lustful impulses. Such a waste, he would be much better served using his brainpower to the little matter of revenge against his very own nation. He couldn’t very well conquer Britannia by fucking every girl in sight until their pussies took on the shape of his dick.
Which meant he needed a plan. Trouble was, if he went out like this he'd be mobbed instantly. He had to give the club credit for their ingenuity in cornering him like this. If they didn’t have such clear intention regarding fornication with him, he would almost be tempted to recruit these girls.
"Hello Lelouch," a voice that was familiar, yet one he couldn't quite put a name to, called out across the room. He looked across. Kallen Stadtfeld. A noble girl. Pretty, but quite often unwell and hence off school. Strutting across the room with a pretty serious 'fuck me' strut. Before Lelouch knew what was happening she'd grabbed hold of his shoulder, pushed him back against a wall and had her body pressed up against his. "How about we get to know each other a little better?"
"Um, pardon me!" the Fantasy Seduction Club member said, rushing forward and trying to pull Kallen off him. While he was trying to help push her off as well. It turns out this sickly girl was a lot stronger than she seemed. "This... is... fun and all... but not quite the best time for this! Oof!"
The pair of them were able to somehow get her off, although not in the fun way, and then they tumbled into a heap on top of one another. Lelouch stared down at the two girls. Limbs entangled. Mouths tantalisingly close to one another. Kallen's butt pointed right up in the air, as if inviting him to grab hold. A noble girl like this had fallen this hard for him? The Stadtfelds had influence in various sectors of industry. A list of contacts like them would be useful. If he introduced himself as Kallen's boyfriend, it would give him a headstart on the contacts he needed to start his revenge.
Of course, Lelouch didn't quite realise what <i>kind</i> of contacts he'd get out of Kallen. The resources would be more like a base group for loyal grunts rather than wealth resources. Still useful, but in a wholly different way...
No, have a little self control, Lelouch! Don't fall into their trap! This is exactly what they want! For you to breed this fine example of the female form. Beautiful, full of hidden strength, assertive... Hold on now, that track is leading you back down to the idea of giving into your lust. Lelouch stepped back from that edge and reasserted himself. Genetics was not his master. It was not his -
"Ooh, you rotten pervy club! Making me have to dress in this!" Shirley complained, throwing open the door, and Lelouch went instantly rigid. Not just in his pants. All over his body. His fingers, his spine, everything went straight in an instant.
For Shirley Fenette was standing there in the doorway, barely dried off from her shower, wearing a swimsuit that was beyond merely skimpy. It was as though someone had taken a maid's uniform and cut it into the shape of a two-piece bikini. There were frills around her shoulders, the top was a distinctive black and white cut that didn't leave much to the imagination. The bottom part was hanging off her hips as though it might slip down if she took a deep breath. Then there were the stockings that went up to her thighs...
If Lelouch had thought he was having a hard time before, he'd not seen anything yet.
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Speaking of Kallen's friends, they were gathered in a single room hovel in one of the Eleven ghettos gathered around a map. Her brother Naoto was standing at the head, while the others - Ohgi, Tamaki, Inoue and Sugiyama were sitting on the floor around the room.
"So, you're saying this is a poison gas transport?" Ohgi asked. Naoto nodded. "That's pretty bad. If they're resorting to developing that kind of weapon..."
"That's why we're going to steal it," Naoto said. "Right out from under Clovis' big dumb nose."
"I always thought his nose was kind of pretty..." Inoue mumbled under her breath. The others ignored her. "So, is Kallen getting involved in this?"
"Of course," Naoto said. "She's our best Knightmare pilot. Besides, she might hate the Britannians even more than anyone else here."
Little did he know that at that very moment his little sister was in the process of trying to figure out how to seduce a Britannian boy that she'd developed a major crush on. Nor could either of them have imagined he was a member of Britannian Royalty. Oh well! It was time for them to develop an ill fated plan that would change the course of their world's history, beyond their wildest imagination...
- Kallen and Shirley quickly start competing for that dick.
- Kallen and Shirley call a truce, they can share him.
- Meanwhile, Euphemia is indulging in her newfound Number fetish, and planning to visit Area Eleven to indulge further.
- Milly and Nunnally start scouting out other girls for Lelouch's soon to be growing harem.
- Something else
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