Story: HHL Code Geass

 

Consider the lot of one Cecile Croomy. A brilliant scientist, technician and engineer in her own right, saddles under the insane Earl of Pudding - aka Lloyd Asplund. Who was even more brilliant than she was. Which was one of the reasons she had been made his assistant.

The main reason she was kept as his assistant was that nobody else could handle him. The man was amoral to a fault, only caring about the data. He referred to pilots as Devisers - a mere cog in his machines. Someone had to keep him restrained, or who knows what weird thing he might do next! Unfortunately, this kept her from some of her own projects and ideas - like the Energy Wing project, which Cecile was confident would revolutionise Knightmare Frame design if she only had the opportunity to work on it...

In any event, this pretty young genius was a little stuck in a rut. A man who she had negative amounts of romantic interest in was taking up all of her time, and prohibiting her advancement in her career. It wasn't like he was doing it on purpose. She hoped. No, Lloyd wouldn't do that... But the result was the same either way.

And then, that leads us to tonight, where - upon discovering evidence of a parallel universe - Lloyd had the temerity to say "oh by the way, there's a swanky party for the nobility tonight. Can you go there, Miss Cecile? On my behalf. It does some good to show the sponsors that we care."

Which is why she was here, in her best dress, schmoozing with horny noblemen. In all honesty, her choice in dress was probably a mistake. A snug fitting red piece, with a really bizarre design for the top. She'd been so fascinated by the physics that she'd bought it just for the purpose of analysis.

So, let's start with her breasts, which were covered by two red straps that were attached to a choker around her neck, with the bottom of them being attached to the rest of the dress. The neckline this gave her was quite extreme as it was. Where the two stripes went over into the dress, the halves were tied together with thin strings. That said, the open space continued on further, showing off her navel and a good bit of her belly. She had a white shawl hanging off her shoulders as well, but only because she was somewhat distracted from how ridiculous this thing was.

"My goodness, Miss Croomy! Earl Asplund should send you along to more of these events," one nobleman laughed. Cecile smiled back at him. He smiled at her. Or rather, at her chest. "Tell you what, why don't you come back to my place after this is said and done, we can discuss your research in more detail?"

If this were anyone but a nobleman, she'd have used her own special mace formula, personally brewed by her to make sure that the person in question tasted nothing but pain for a week. As it was, in fact, a nobleman. Someone who could, say, pull their funding at a moment's notice. Or generally make her life miserable. Miss Cecile did the same thing she did when Lloyd said something... objectionable, but not actually unethical or foolhardy.

She smiled and deflected.

"Terribly sorry, but I have business after this party," she said.

"I understand," the nobleman said, a twinkle in his eye. He took her hand and kissed the back of it. "Perhaps another time?"

What a ridiculous - oooh, what was that? For a fleeting moment Cecile felt something. A strange, overwhelming urge to... to go with this creep? Actually, now that she was paying it mind, she was feeling quite aroused for some reason. Looking around, she noticed that she was very much the centre of attention from many of the men in the room. It was the dress that was doing it. That was her analysis, and her conclusion.

Why did that excite her so much? Being stared at like this? She felt... flushed. Aroused. Horny. When not one of these men were remotely her type.

Cecile smiled and retreated from the room as fast as decorum would allow. Collect your thoughts. What might be doing this? Well, let's see. You peered into a dimension of unadulterated smut not a few hours before. Yes, that might be doing it. A subconscious effect? Perhaps something from that dimension induces intense feelings of lust? Tripping the reproductive instincts and -

"Mmm..."

That wasn't her imagination was it? An erotic moan that came from the next room over. Cecile moved towards it, feeling as though she was being pulled along by an invisible thread. Then, she carefully cracked the door open and saw something completely scandalous.

Within this room was no less than Princess Euphemia li Britannia, naked as the day she was born, lying on a couch and sucking on the toes of a rather fetching redheaded girl. Now, she had focused on the toe sucking, because the fact that the two of them were equally naked and scissoring each other like their lives depended on it hadn't quite sunk into her brain yet, and there was a brief concern that -

There it is! The realisation dropped! She was watching a Princess fuck a random noblewoman at a party! This was the sort of scoop that most journalists would create a career out of, and she'd come across it like it was nothing! Her loyalty to the Empire kicked in just then though - she could hardly permit such a scandalous piece of gossip to break out, but at the same time she was loath to interrupt them.

Not least because it was the most ridiculously fucking hot thing she'd ever seen in her life. The data didn't lie. Euphemia's body was remarkably lewd, with a trim waistline, ideal birthing hips and a pair of breasts that made Cecile jealous. That was no mean feat, either!

But the other girl was somehow even better built. Where Euphemia was built like a young virgin wife, the other girl was built like an athlete, who could get away with a side job as a model. There was a strong contrast between them, a powerful juxtaposition made all the more clearer by their hair colour. Light pink for Euphemia, dark red for the other girl.

"S-So Princess, the Viceroy is - is building a team to deal with Zero?" the girl asked. "That's soooo interesting! Can you tell me more?"

"Oh-Oh, Kallen! They're a crack team th-that specialises in economic analysis. They'll f-figure out where Zero is getting his funding from and cut him off at the tap. Or something like that?"

Ah? Wait a minute. That sort of topic of conversation was a little too... Sensitive, wasn't it? No way! Could it be? Was this a fabled honey trap?! That girl certainly had the body for it. She could seduce any man, and many women, and if she got caught she could fight her way out. A lover and a fighter in the same stunning body, that you could just drag your eyes over from head to toe over and over again for hours at a time and never once get bored.

"Hot, aren't they?" a voice whispered in her ear. Cecile nearly jumped out of her skin, as she found herself face to face with a girl of remarkable assets, but probably not very much brains. There was something about her that simply screamed "dumb but pretty". Ah, that was perhaps a little mean to think, but it was the impression she gave off. "You're not too bad yourself, teehee."

That airy tone didn't exactly help much either.

"Ah, could you please leave? I have something important to security interests to look into,``Cecile said.

"Oh, you mean like how Princess Euphemia is getting fucked raw by Kallen Stadtfeld?" the girl in front of her asked. "Like, I know! It's sooo hot! Wanna watch, or are you being, like, a voyeur or something?"

"N..No, that's not -" But then this strange ditz pushed Cecile into the room and turned her to watch the two of them. The Princess and some daughter of a noble called Kallen Stadtfeld.

"See how cute they are together? I'm Melody, by the way."

Cute...? Yeah, she supposed they were sort of cute. Oh! They were changing positions! Kallen was sitting up, lifting Euphemia's leg so that her ankle was resting on Kallenn's shoulder. Changing the angle they were at, while Euphemia's hands reached out to grab Kallen's breasts. Ah! Such flexibility!

"S-So what about this man that you like?" Euphemia asked. "He must be really special to attract the attention of such a beautiful young woman."

Kallen had a very interesting expression on her face at that moment, and no wonder. A Princess calling you beautiful is the sort of thing that hits a girl right in the heart.

Actually it was because Kallen was a resistance fighter trying to kick out the conquering Empire that Euphemia was a Princess of, but Cecile had no way to know that.

"H-He's smart, tall, dark, mysterious," Kallen said. She seemed cagey, unsure of how to answer - but it was obvious that thinking of this mystery man was making her quite excited. She was using that athletic body to really go at it now.

"What about you, miss?" Melody whispered in Cecile's ear. "These two were super frustrated and tense, but look at them now. Teehee! Don't they look much happier now?"

"Yeah, I guess," Cecile mumbled, idly aware that her breasts were now free, and that Melody was running her hands over them. "Still, she shouldn't be telling Kallen about the Viceroy's plans."

"Is there a guy you like?" Melody asked, slowly unzipping the rest of Cecile's dress. Shouldn't she be stopping that? Why wasn't she stopping that? Why was she deliberately moving her body to make it as easy as possible to let her do that? Those thoughts were silenced when Melody's lips hit her neck. "Go on, it's just us girls."

"Y-yes, but he's an Honorary Britannian," Cecile blurted out. Suzaku Kururugi. It wasn't proper for a Britannian of her standing to feel that way for him, but... He was so sweet, so kind, so hardworking and diligent... And he had the physique of a modern day bronzed god.

"Ooh, forbidden love!" Melody cooed, finishing off with Cecile's dress. "Kinky. Why don't I teach the three of you how to land your man? It's weird, but for some reason lately it feels like if I look at someone, I know exactly how to set their engine running."

Huh...? That sounded important for some reason, but by the time Cecile was able to gather her thoughts together, she was already sitting on the sofa with Euphemia and Kallen enthusiastically scissoring in her lap, while the two of them had one of her nipples in their mouth.

In that sort of position it's difficult for even a promising scientist like her to gather her thoughts and perform a proper analysis of the situation.

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Over the course of her career Cornelia li Britannia had sat in countless briefings, numerous debriefings on subjects diverse and wide. Military strategies. Farming budgets. Political posturing. Economic arguments. Research development. You name it, she's done it. Here she was in yet another briefing and, to her dismay, it was proving to be the single worst and most ridiculous briefing in her entire life.

Yes, even after the dispute between the two circuses. She was still certain Clovis had arranged that for her as a practical joke. This was after and more a waste of her time than that.

"As you can see, their technological ability is far above ours," Lloyd Asplund in a voice that reminded Cornelia of a young boy suddenly discovering himself locked overnight in a candy store. "Their energy production is off the charts, easily overtaking Sakuradite. Their processing power is nigh instantaneous, even for the most complicated programs."

"And they use it all for sex."

Cornelia's statement at least made the others in the room look away. Not Lloyd. He was too stupid or too brilliant to feel remotely embarassed by it. To Cornelia's mind, this was a very unfortunate development. Britannia had succeeded in conquering as much of the world as they had because of its inherent superiority in technologies related to military and logistics. And even with that edge, the conquered lands had still struggled and some had put up a fierce resistance.

If the situation were reversed.. If one of the free nations or occupied zones were granted technology far beyond their own.. It could spell doom for Britannia’s era of domination.

The fact that they were perverts somehow made the situation all the worse. Unashamed letches having this much advanced science behind them made her sweat and squirm. Without thinking about it, Cornelia took the whip from her desk and tucked in between her thighs, squeezing it nice and tight. For some reason that helped her concentrate.

"Has there been any communication from them?" she asked. Lloyd shook his head. "Has anything come through?"

"A strange kind of energy that is quite unlike anything we've seen before," Lloyd said. "Oh, I'm sure it's nothing to worry about. Our initial testing indicates no harm to living tissue."

"But it could still be a weapon," Cornelia said. "A nasty, throbbing penetrating weapon that could stir us up on the inside and leave us an awful, sloppy mess before we even know what's happening."

"I suppose that is a possibility," Lloyd said. "However, it barely holds up to scrutiny. The data doesn't support the hypothesis."

"Continue analysing it until you have a concrete answer," Cornelia ordered. "Sir Guilford, you are to stay. The rest of you are to leave, while I brief my Knight."

As the others left, Cornelia's eyes fell upon her Knight. Sir Guilford was her oldest ally, always by her side, obedient, strong, determined, intelligent. Look at him. Standing there at attention. Discretely adjusting his glasses while remaining an absolute consummate professional. For some reason, her hips violently thrust out against the handle clenched between her thighs, and her hands had to grip it. For some reason. Then draw the handle up and down. She could feel it. So easily. Through these tight trousers she wore as part of her own uniform.

"I have been having thoughts on how to best monitor this strange dimensional tear." Of course he had. That level of organisation and forethought was one of her favourite things about him. Whichever woman he married would be extremely fortunate. "The rota will have to be divided up carefully, with each undergoing a thorough medical examination between shifts."

"I have a horrible premonition," Cornelia said. "I feel that we are already under attack, but don't yet know it. Every instinct in me as a General and a leader is trying to warn me of this. It is as if I have been made aware of a blind spot, but I still cannot see into it."

Cornelia was brilliant. It's worth remembering that this was a woman who led an Imperial army into the Graveyard of Empires and came out smelling of roses. Her instincts were finally honed, her tactical ability was among the best that the Empire had to offer, and the fact that she wasn't even their best military leader would be enough to terrify almost any army on the planet.

Then she stood up, walked around her desk and began to pull down her trousers.

"For now though, I will simply have to take these off, they're much too uncomfortable for me to deal with right now."

But despite everything that I just said, she was still a human woman who had been exposed to the lustful energies of a multiversal conquering group of perverts hell bent on lewding their universe. Sometimes you can't shake a blind spot no matter how you try.

1. As the day progresses, Cornelia grows more and more slutty without even noticing.
2. Kallen thinks she's hit the jackpot, seducing information out of Euphemia and Cecile, when she's actually becoming Melody's plaything.
3. Meanwhile, Lelouch finally notices that something is up.
4. What has Rick been up to all this time?
5. Something else