There was a process to this. Study the situation. Seek out your vulnerable areas. Seek out the vulnerable areas of your enemy. Then seek the strengths of both. Seek to downplay your weakness, while turning your opponent's into glaring holes. It was like a puzzle. Lelouch liked puzzles. Because he was good at them. Turning the logic around in his mind, peeling back the layers until it all fell into place. That was his favourite thing, bar none.
No, actually. That wasn't true. His favourite thing was the moment it paid off. That sudden dramatic realisation from the enemy of exactly how screwed they were. He saw it in the faces of nobility when they realised he'd taken control over the game of chess, that they were far closer to losing than they realised. He'd seen it in Clovis's face when he'd entered the room, and then again when the gun had been put against his stupid foppis hhead -
Best not to dwell on what came next. He still felt queasy from his first kill.
"To my assembled Black Knights!" Zero said, raising his hands into the air. "I shall now share with you all the details of my plan! Through which, we shall ensure that Japan is liberated and the Holy Britannian Empire put in its rightful, wicked place!"
He said that, but this place was looking pretty wicked as well at the moment. A den of debauchery, of nudity, of sex, and most crucial of all, giant hypno-penises. Even the more serious members, like Tohdoh and Diethard, were busily getting their rocks off.
"By making strategic use of this mysterious ability called 'cocknosis' we shall gain an essential tactical edge against Britannia's superior military strength," Zero said, adding numerous gestures for the hell of it. "However, that does not mean we should use it willy-nilly!"
"Hah, he said willy!" Tamaki snorted. Someone threw an eraser at him. He made a mental note to find out who, and give them a raise.
"We must use this power sparingly," Zero said. "Carefully. Strategically. If Britannia discovers its existence, then all shall be for naught! They will develop countermeasures, perhaps even replicate its effects for their own use. The greatest care must be taken. If we are to cut out Britanni's corrupt heart, we must begin by using a scalpel. Not a battleaxe!"
He snapped his fingers, and a presentation lit up. "Using this spa, we shall lure in the high ranking members of Britannian society. Generals, nobility, business owners, and other assorted politicians. While here, they shall be exposed to the hypnotic power of cocknosis - and their minds turned to our benefit. They shall return regularly, as patrons, to periodically update us with reports on information required. They shall be able to funnel us resources and information using this technique - and then from there we expand."
The next slide came up.
"Casinos. Theatres. Restaurants. Bars. We shall discreetly use these resources and frontmen to take control of these kinds of establishments one at a time - and then make use of 'private rooms' to gain access to yet more recruits. More resources. More influence in local politics. More information that we can use to formulate our plans.
"This will be quite demeaning for many of you," Zero continued. "It will be necessary for the women among you to dress in a way you might not normally. For instance -" A thought hit him. Normally, he wouldn't suggest this, but from the way his cock was twitching... What was the harm? "A new meeting outfit for the women. Bunny Suit uniforms!
"Hooray for Zero!" the men all cheered. Aha, how heartening it was to hear them show a good understanding of his plan!
Though he hadn't twigged it yet, Zero would soon realise they had been too busy groping and fucking and generaly lewding each other to hear anything but the very last part of what he'd said.
Not that it mattered to him in the moment. He should have been utilising this strategy sooner! It would be subtle, precise and unstoppable, striking at the Empire in a way they would never, ever see coming! Until, that is, they were also cumming.
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Cornelia had a headache. A big, nasty headache. When she'd ordered Sir Guilford to investigate the mysterious perverted antics that were apparently going on, the fraternisation rumours, the general aura of lewdness permeating the Area, she had not in her wildest dreams imagined that this is where it would lead her.
That place being in her office, hands steepled in front of her, stony faced, while officers she had worked with for almost her entire military career put on a presentation that felt like something out of a porn parody of an actual military meeting. Not that Cornelia had actually <i>watched</i> porn, but rather this was what she imagined it was probably like.
"Numerous lewd incidents have been detected throughout the Tokyo settlement over the last few days," Sir Guilford began. "Some reported in the media, others have only now been discovered."
"Interviewed members of the public reported feeling an intense rush of arousal and submission for reasons they cannot recall," Sir Darlton continued. "The interesting part is the way it splits out. Men felt aroused, yet inferior. While women merely felt intense arousal to the point they'd do almost anything they were told."
"No abnormal chemicals were located in their bodies," Sir Guilford said. "Though scans of their brains did identify certain common features. Most of which are self explanatory as they are congruent with sexual activity."
"There are aspects that are not?" Cornelia asked. She could feel a vein throbbing on her forehead. In response to this, a slide was pulled up showing an example. "Try to keep it simple. I'm a war General, not a brain surgeon."
"To put it simply, they are much more suggestible than before," Sir Darlton said. "Especially when dealing with attractive members of the opposite sex. They are showing easier signs of arousal, and seem to have developed something of a phallic obsession."
Cornelia very discreetly pinched herself in an attempt to wake up. Damn and blast, it didn't work. The very idea that these two paragons of professionalism would give this to her as a report, it boggled the mind. How were they able to remain so serious while delivering such astonishing lines?
"Based on the available evidence, we believe that some form of sexual hypnosis is taking place. It may be a new technique Zero has discovered."
"If so, he might use it to try infiltrating positions of influence within the Area."
That tore it. Cornelia rose to her feet, all fury and thunder and rage. "You can't possibly be serious?!" she yelled. "The two of you realise what you are reporting? If I thought any form of mind control was possible, I would be much more paranoid than I am now! The idea it could be based on reproductive instincts- If anyone else had given me this report I would have court martialled them on the spot for blazing stupidity!"
With that outburst done, she all but collapsed back into her seat. "However... if it is the two of you reporting it, then I can't afford to completely dismiss it. No matter how absolutely insane it sounds. Start to implement whatever security measures you deem necessary to catch any attempt to suborn our staff, and try to set up a sting operation to catch the culprit in the act. There's a good chance Zero has his fingers in this - but it might also be someone else. We need to know either way."
"We... Could set up some honeypots. Put a wire on them and go from there," Darlton said. "It's an old trick. Zero would see through it pretty quickly, but that alone could tell us volumes about what we're up against."
"I will set up a screening program for anyone dealing with sensitive information," Guilford said. "We'll pretend it is being set up for other reasons. Perhaps if we spread a rumour of a failed chemical attack...?"
Cornelia grunted her approval, hating that she had to take such a matter into consideration. But she did. While she was a little on the prudish side and had little interest in romantic affairs herself, she was fully aware that others were not so inclined, making them fully vulnerable to such manipulations. However stupid she found it, the one thing that would stupider would be to outright ignore it in the face of such information coming forward.
At the very least she should have the issue contained now. Hopefully, that would be the last she ever heard of it. How little she knew then...
- Back with the student council
- How is Euphemia getting on?
- Miss Cecile returns to work, and begins trying to get others to go to the spa.
- Something else
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