There are moments, in the wild, where predators realise that to catch a juicy prey that will fill their bellies it will be necessary to cooperate. They will begrudgingly set aside any differences, circle around the prey and force it into an impossible choice. No matter where it flees, it will be caught. It will be killed. It will be eaten. Such things are also a kind of instinct, as keenly as the urge to mate is.
When Kallen and Shirley locked eyes, they each recognised their mutual desire for the same thing: Lelouch's dick. While Kallen was new to this hunt, she had already learned and heard enough to understand that this was an elusive prey that she lacked the experience in capturing. A silent agreement was made between them at that moment, even though they'd never exchanged words before.
'Fine,' both condeed. 'I will share him with you. This one time.'
For his part, Lelouch watched the eyes of the two of them. The hungry, ravenous eyes. The almost imperceptible nod. While he is certainly not knowledgeable of the affairs of the heart, he knew and understood enough about human nature to comprehend this.
His virginity was about to die. His penis went 'fucking finally!' and tried to throw a parade - but since it was just a penis, it lacked the capability to plan such a thing.
"Miss Stadtfeld, could you please come back later?" one of the Fantasy Seduction Club members asked. And then, she got a taste of the real Kallen. That is to say, Kallen Kozuki instead of Stadtfeld. She stared down a pretty face twisted up into a mask of anger. If this was a universe that had things like battle auras, then Kallen's would have become a giant tiger with a dragon between its teeth, practically begging this bitch to fuck with her. "Or, on the other hand, we could leave. The room is yours. Toodles!"
Now, let us go to the last member of this trio. Shirley Fenette. Now, this girl was a bit of a ditz. Well meaning, not too bright, athletic, helpful, opinionated, and Milly's number one favourite ship with Lelouch. This was not by accident. Shirley had taken one good look around at her competition, and done the same thing any athlete would - she adjusted her strategy to fit what she was opposing. Every other girl practically humped him with their eyes as soon as they looked at him.
Which is why her strategy had been to go a different way. Now, we know of this as the 'tsundere' approach - but that's a Japanese word, so a setting where 'Japanese' were one of the underclass - well, it's not a word that's known to Britannians. Nonetheless, that is the plan she'd gone with. Become his 'friend'. Make him extremely aware of her healthy, athletic body. Play off that she's not interested in a really obvious way. Stand out from the crowd. Draw his attention. Peak his interest.
For a ditz, it was a damned good plan. Except she'd misunderstood something about her target. If Lelouch had actually caught wind on this plan, he'd have probably bred her there and then. That kind of devious thinking had quite a strong appeal to him.
"Oh, hello there, aren't you Kallen Stadtfeld?" Shirley asked, stepping out into the room. "It's nice to meet you. I'm Shirley Fenette."
Kallen smiled at her, and looked at the clothes she was wearing. "Hello Shirley. That's quite the outfit you're wearing."
Lelouch made a point of looking away. He would not be defeated this easily. While it was true, their victory was all but guaranteed, that didn't mean he wasn't going to make them earn it. "Well, yes. The Fantasy Seduction Club has all manner of attire -"
"I'd like to try something now."
Then she rushed into the changing room, having plucked something from a hangar. Lelouch coughed, rose to his feet - then found himself being pushed back down by Shirley's leg.
"Lelou! You can't just leave!" Shirley huffed. "When a woman gets dressed up for a man, she wants his opinion. Understand?"
"Yes, that is logically consistent," Lelouch nodded. Then Shirley was quiet for a few moments. "Is... something the matter?"
"Well?" Shirley asked. Then more silence. Now, Lelouch is a smart boy, and he's absolutely charming when he wants to be. Right now, he did not want to be. He understood what she was asking. He understood what the best sort of reply might be. He simply didn't want to say it.
However... The silence was a touch too much. It made time stretch out. Seconds felt like hours. It didn't help that his penis very much wanted a piece of that.
"You look... very nice," Lelouch admitted. The silence ended, then Shirley sat in his lap. This was bad. Very bad. His instincts were demanding that he bang her. Bang her now. "Even if it is a stupid outfit, you fill it out very nicely." No, dammit! Do not encourage her! Do not -
"Then what about me?"
Almost against his own will Lelouch turned his head, and all of a sudden his penis was even more erect than it already was. His balls were aching for release at this point to an unhealthy degree, and Kallen was not helping, standing there in a tight red catsuit that showed off every single curve of her body, to the point where he had a better idea of what her figure was like than she would if she was naked. Which he had the strong impression he'd be seeing very, very soon.
Worse, his hands were starting to betray him as well, because they were already starting to caress Shirley's thighs. Her fine, sexy thighs, with concealed muscle refined from countless hours swimming.
"It suits you very well," Lelouch said. Then, in an act of sheer desperation that did not befit his intelligence, he added "Your boyfriend is a lucky man."
"Th-That's right!" Shirley said. "A noble girl like you must have an extremely rich boyfriend, right?"
"Hrm, I don't know," Kallen said. Her hand was being quite thoroughly evil right now, running down her cleavage, down the front of her catsuit as if threatening to unzip it and let her breasts spill out. Lelouch could plainly see that there was no zip there, but the impression lingered in his mind. "Until recently, nobody's piqued my interest. Although it looks like I've got some stiff competition."
"Lelou is not my boyfriend," Shirley insisted, though the fact that she was still sitting in his lap did not quite help with that impression. "We're just friends. And he's a boy. We're just really, really close. Right, Lelou?"
Okay. Alright. So he was painfully erect right now. He was trapped in this club room with two extremely attractive women, and his instincts were starting to whisper that they'd be extremely suitable breeding partners. In particular Kallen, for her contacts within the world of nobility. The money he could acquire through her, if he played his cards right... yet also the risk of discovery if he played them wrong! Meanwhile Shirley got on really well with Nunnally (which wasn't actually part of her scheme - if it had been, she'd have spent way more time with the girl) which was actually the number one biggest turn-on for Lelouch out of anything else.
No, really, he has a fetish for 'getting on really well with my sister'. There was a time where Suzaku was his ultimate fantasy. It's a fetish so specific that I don't think there's a name for it yet.
However! It was as Lelouch had thought before. He would not give in that easily. While a good amount of blood was being used to power his mating urges, lelouch was not going to listen to them. Not yet. Perhaps he would take Kallen on as a lover - but under his conditions and his choosing, and not at hers!
Gods above but she was sexy though, and he'd thought he had a hard enough time resisting Shirley in a swimsuit. In any event, time for his counter attack!
"I'm terribly sorry Miss Stadtfeld, but this hardly seems an appropriate occasion to deal with a confession," Lelouch said. He gently, somehow, managed to remove Shirley from his personage and rose to his feet. "At the very least, I would prefer to deal with such a matter when not on council business. Could you please meet with me after school hours? I reside with my sister at the -"
To his great surprise, Kallen rolled her eyes and pushed him aside. "Who said I was talking about you?" she asked.
And then, Lelouch realised that there was a strategy he had not considered. It was so bold. So daring. So... insidious. Yet also obvious in retrospect. Other girls hadn't tried it, because they all wanted him for themselves. His mere presence focused their lust onto him so intensely that this obvious strategy never could quite work.
That strategy, of course, was Kallen tilting up Shirley's surprised face and then kissing her square on the lips. The pretty swimmer's eyes went wide for a moment, thn flickered over to look at him - then a devious grin lit up her face, or so far as he could tell from the corners of her lips, and the two beauties began to make out with each other as though they had been lost i a desert for a month adn the other girl was a tall glass of ice water.
Neither made any move to restrain Lelouch. Instead, they began to remove each other's costumes. Lelouch watched. He nodded. Then he went over to the door, grabbed the handle and tested it. Another nod, and then he turned the lock to ensure it could not be opened from the outside. Then, while watching Kallen and Shirley topple to the floor, discarding their clothes - Shirley's right stocking landed on his head - he began to take off his clothes.
"I suppose it was inevitable," he admitted to nobody in particular. "Everyone faces defeat eventually. My time had to come, where I could not escape a sex trap set for me."
He wandered over towards them, running his hands along their backs as they writhed. Then, after a moment's thought, he stopped behind Kallen and lined up his erect penis behind her.
"For developing this winning strategy, you take first prize."
And then, he pushed in. Thank goodness. The wet, tight walls were like a burst of relief. No longer needing to fight against himself, he lazily rocked his hips back and forth. Not going too quickly because he wanted to ensure they both enjoyed themselves at some level. It would hardly be any good if he came too -
"Ah! Ah fuck, fuck, fuck!" Kallen swore. "Yes, more! Holy shit, how are you doing this, all you did was put it iiiiiin!"
"Language!" Shirley admonished, and moved away from her. "Lelou don't be mean. Share a little sugar this way."
Now, this behaviour was quite different from what Lelouch had been expecting from Shirley. Yet, the girl practically pounced on him while he was busy making Kallen ahegao from every single thrust he made into her. She kissed her way up, from his navel to his neck, gradually pressing her own sublime naked body up against him.
"I'm only doing this because you're stupid hot," Shirley whispered, apparently ignoring how obviously absurd that was. Fine. Whatever. He pulled out of Kallen, which drew a igh pitched squeal from her, then grabbed Shirley's hips and started fucking her while standing too.
How strange. In other physical activities, Lelouch was usually exhausted very quickly. He could barely sprint, he tended to spend most of gym class with his hands on his knees breathing heavily. Yet here, he felt like he could go for hours and hours and hours and -
Oh dear, Shirley's eyes seem to have rolled up in her head, and she had collapsed to the ground. Now he had two complete babes lying on the floor at his feet, twitching and smiling, and both of them repeating the words "Breed me! Breed me!" Which was probably not a good sign? He thought?
On the bright side, for some reason this sight did make him climax all over the pair of them. So at least his balls weren't aching anymore. Though this mess would be quite frustrating to clean up.
- Tension arises, as Lelouch returns to the student council building with both girls hanging off his arms.
- Nunnally plans to add others still to Lelouch's harem. She will be an auntie, by hook or by crook!
- Later that night, Naoto notices something is different about his sister. She has a boyfriend?!
- Lelouch goes off on that fateful chess game, and things kick off from there.
- Something else
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