Story Fantasy Seduction Conquest

 

It is the opinion of this writer that Cecile Croomy is criminally underrated in terms of Code Geass women. Oh, sure, you've got your brash and outspoken Milly, your courageous and powerful Kallen, the mysterious and aloof C.C., the militaristic Cornelia and the pacifist Euphemia... But Cecile was quite charming as well. Granted, the company she keeps might overshadow her, as she is rather career focused and her main personality traits tend to boil down to 'Lloyd Asplund's babysitter', but she is quite a bit more than that. I don't mean her being attracted to Suzaku, either.

Right now, though, she was busy doing her job. Tap tapping away at her computer, working on the Lancelot schematics. Tweaking, hypothesising, considering new weapons, new designs, any improvement she could think of... While internally cursing Lloyd for wandering off again to play with his new toys when there was work to be done. He always left the less interesting parts of things to her. Well. She'd teach him a lesson today by working on this instead. Make him crunch the numbers, make him do the deep dive into the stats. She sighed wearily and rubbed at her eyes, then resumed staring at the screen -

When the door to the laboratory suddenly opened wide, and in strode Villetta Nu. A Knightmare pilot from the Pureblood faction. For obvious reasons, she never got along with her. They did tend to stay out of each other's way - but what on earth was she wearing?

"That's quite the outfit," Cecile remarked, looking Villetta up and down. The tan skinned woman was clad in a quite revealing cheerleader uniform. "I didn't know you had this kind of hobby." It suited her annoyingly well. She had that sort of thin, slender look, with very long legs that worked extremely well in a skirt that short. "But if you're here to recruit me, I'm not interested in that sort of thing."

Villetta then blew a bubble. Really now? Bubblegum? That was quite immature of her.

"Oh, thank goodness!" Villetta said, sounding genuinely relieved about something or other. "You're, like, totally not affected and stuff, that's such a R-E-L-I-E-F!"

Cecile sighed again, and then repeated herself: "I'm not all that interested, thanks! If you don't mind, could you please leave me to my work?"

"That's the thing!" Villetta said. "I absolutely was N-O-T interested either, but - Look at me! I'm totally decked out like a scatterbrained what do you call it? Uh... What's the word again? Oh yeah, scatterbrained!"

Cecile was not in the mood for whatever was going on with Villetta right now. For one thing, she was behaving quite inappropriately for a secure military institution. Come to think, she was also out of uniform. Showing off her legs like that on a military base, what was she thinking? Honestly now, she really didn't have the time for this - And it looked like someone else had come in to say hello as well. No less than Princess Euphemia herself!

On seeing the pink haired princess wearing her usual pink dress enter the laboratory with her usual grace and warmth, Cecile snapped to attention right away. "Greetings, your highness!" she said on the spot. "My apologies, Sir Kururugi is not here today."

"I am aware, Miss Croomy," Euphemia curtseyed slightly, and flashed a bright smile. "At this very moment, he is resting after some extremely exhausting training. It turns out even his stamina has its limits."

Really? She'd once seen him run a mile without breaking a sweat. What kind of activity could he have been up to that would leave him needing to rest? It boggles the mind, that boy was an athletics marvel.

"In any event, would you mind speaking with Miss Einstein here?" Euphemia asked, gesturing to the girl. A mousey little thing, very nervous. Waif thin, thick glasses, looking at Cecile the same way a mouse might stare at a cat sitting across on the other side of a garden. "She has some fascinating ideas about energy production. It's a bit over my head, but - you know..."

"Um w-wait a minute!" Villetta interjected. "Uh, c-can I speak to them first?"

"No, you may not, Lady Nu," Euphemia said with a fearsome grin. "You're quite out of uniform. Oh dear, my sister was saying I needed to practise reprimanding. Why don't you come with me? You'll make excellent P-R-A-C-T-I-S-E."

The fact she'd spelled that out might well seem like it should have been a big clue to Cecile, who is really quite smart. However, you're making an improper assumption here. Why should it serve as a clue? It might well be Euphemia was making a little joke at Villetta's expense. In fact, that's exactly the way she thought of it. There was no reason, at all, for her to think it might be something else.

"You'd better go along," Cecile said, and here we view the standard problem with Britannian society. The Royalty cannot be disobeyed. To even think of doing so is to invite a tremendous amount of pain. Even if you know they're not doing something in their own interest, if they insist upon doing it - then you'd better help them put that bucket on their head while guiding them towards the cliff. Just as they ordered. Just as they demanded. "I'll keep... What was your name again?"

"N-Nina," the girl replied.

"Nina," Cecile repeated. "Alright." Babysitting duties it was, then. It made for a nice break, and besides which it was a key opportunity to gossip about Suzaku. Find out what he was like at Ashford Academy. There's always that little bit of fun, isn't there, when you wind up mixing your work and friends. And by fun, she of course meant incredible stress because you were suddenly aware that people who saw two different sides of you were getting to talk, and their sole point of commonality was yourself. "Let's take a look at what you've come up with."

"Oh, it's nothing too much really, I'm sure it'll be trivial to someone like you," Nina said. She pulled out a laptop, set it on the desk, and then began to play an odd looking presentation. No confidence in her own work, when she'd gone out of the way to make a presentation for it? Pull the other one. She was trying to put on a humble act, and not doing a great job of it. "I'm sure to someone like you... this won't be anything special at all."

On the screen, a picture of a series of molecules began to rotate very quickly - transforming before Cecile's eyes into some kind of energy waveform that she'd never seen the likes of before. She leaned closer to take a look, enthralled by the display on the screen, determined to figure out its meaning... while behind her, Nina locked the door, took off her blouse and revealed a rather more fun outfit waiting underneath. Nothing like a good dose of hypnosis to break up your workday, right...?

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Needless to say, but Villetta was dreading this. You could see it in her eyes. Time was, Euphemia would have felt nothing but sympathy for her, but that was then and this was now. The poor woman was repressing her sexual needs to an unhealthy degree. Much like her sister had been. It was time to help her release it.

As such, when she reached an unused private room, Euphemia looked the door. It was adorable really. Villetta looked like a deer caught in the headlights. She was physically stronger than Euphemia - but to oppose Royalty went against her very nature. The association was bred in, she saw Euphemia only as a Princess, and so she knew she had to obey her every whim, or suffer the consequences. It would have been a different matter if it was, say, someone in the family without the backing of the crown... Like Lelouch, for example... But Euphemia was here. As a representative of the crown. Even if his Majesty had no idea what was going on. And so, she hesitated. Fine military training that, don't you think?

Euphemia shucked her dress and let it fall to the floor. It was a breakaway model. Underneath, she was wearing an absolutely tiny frilly pink skirt and a pair of heart shaped pasties that barely covered her nipples.

"Come on Villetta, don't be shy! Cheer with me and don't ask why!" Kneelift, kick, bounce. Kneelift, kick, bounce. Skip and frolick and smile! That was the way of the cheerleader! Villetta hesitated a bit. Her leg twitched, clearly wanting to do a kneelift from the conditioning she'd been under so far, but she resisted the compulsion. If barely. "Always been a harder worker, I'll make cheering a direct order!"

"Yes, your highness, I will cheer!" Villetta said, her face snapping into a peppy, upbeat, vapid grin as she fist pumped the air and performed a jumping kneelift on the spot. That was good. The last push she needed. "I'll do it now and do it here!"

"Good, though that cheer's kind of lame. I'll punish you, all the same," Euphemia said, putting her hands on her hips and taking big sweeping steps forward, around Villetta. "Bend on over, show your butt. I'll spank you, till you're a slut."

Those who knew Euphemia would be surprised at how strong she was. That girl may look meek and quiet, but she could easily keep up with Suzaku under the right motivation. See how she'd worn him out earlier on? Yep. That was her. All her. Rode him for quite literally hours. It hadn't been that hard to seduce him, he was already patently sweet on her. It's not exactly difficult for a girl as cute and pretty as Euphemia to lure a hot stud to bed when they're already blatantly into each other. Especially since she'd made it clear that it would not interfere with his duties~

In any event, her hand came down like a thunderbolt, and smacked Villetta's barely covered posterior loud enough that it sounded like a gunshot.

"Naughty Villetta! You're so bad! You should accept that cheering's rad!"

Smack again, this time making sure to rub up her thigh before striking, making Villetta's body suddenly convulse with pleasure. She began to shake invisible pompoms while thrusting her butt up into the air, presenting it for Euphemia to smack.

"I must admit I wasn't right, I want to cheer all day and night!" Smack! "Ahhhhh, yes, yes, spank me more! Make me a hot cheering whooooore!"

"You broke too easy, and too fast," Euphemia said. "I'll make sure that you break at last!" Smack, smack, smack, each one followed by a rough grope that brought Villetta to the verge of climax from her surprisingly skilled fingers. "Let you escape? There's no chance. Soon you'll love to cheer and dance! It's your skill, it's your luck. In one hour, we shall fuck."

Had Villetta been faking it to try to get Euphemia to leave her be? Who could say. Perhaps she had... but now there would be no more escape for her. The cheerleading conditioning was too set in, now - or it would be by the time Euphemia was done. She was going to be thorough about it. Reduce Villetta's mind to slag, and then build it up just the way she wanted.

From there, we can see the problem with the peace offered by this methodology. Not that Villetta was complaining or afraid anymore of what the future might bring. She was far, far too horny to put that thought together.