Story: Anti-Harem Run

 

Lelouch frowned, deep in thought as he returned to his room to think in peace. That had not gone as well as he'd have liked. To make it clear what he meant, it was the negotiations aspect that he had a problem with. The sex? Amazing. Had he a weaker will, he'd have spent a lot longer with her. Exploring her body, letting her explore his, getting her infatuation with her as much out of her system as possible...

But even so, he felt like he had lost that exchange with the... being that he was engaged in this wager against. If it was up to him, that girl would have nothing to do with this. Nothing to do with him either, come to it. While there were certain practical uses to having her help him out, it still rankled him that she was being used in such a way.

There were concessions, of course. However, in a game of Chess concessions are often made, and sometimes they allow you to put yourself into a winning position. Or you could even force your opponent into a losing position if you played it right. Being greedy, going for an opponent's piece could potentially doom your game before you know what's happened. It's quite an advanced state of play to do so on purpose - the human instinct is to protect all of your pieces - but if he wasn't careful he'd be positioned into having a harem before he knew what was - 

"Welcome home, master!"

A thin trickle of blood came from his nose, as he beheld the unenviable vision of C.C. wearing a bellydancer outfit. In his bedroom. Dancing away, in a manner most appropriately for the attire. It was the kind of sight that would have instantly broken him if he'd not just released a rather enormous amount of cum thanks to Shirley, after all C.C. is a very beautiful woman with an extremely alluring body that she damn well knew how to use.

Deep breath then, let's try to ignore the gyrating immortal for a moment. Close the door, and - "What the hell are you doing?"

C.C. pouted. "Putting on a show for my master," she replied. Lelouch gave his own reply with the flattest of flat looks. Maintaining his eye level with hers. Not going a single bit lower. "Oh, fine. Party pooper. Can't I have a little fun at least? You certainly seem to be."

Deep breath now. "How much do you know?"

"Enough," C.C. shrugged. "You got yourself involved in a bet against a higher power. Something about a harem, and you not having one. Stellar work so far, by the way. Based on what I've seen from Kallen, I give you about two days before you're balls deep in that. Given I was tempted to go knuckle deep, I'm amazed you haven't already given in."

Lelouch flopped onto his bed. Normally he'd be a bit more dignified than this, but he had this general sense that.. Why not?

The answer came when C.C. sat on top of him, still dancing away. This was really not helpful at all.

"Really now, you're playing this game much less intelligent than I would have assumed," C.C. said. "All you really had to do was wait for me, and then I'd become your... accomplice once again. If I didn't know any better, I'd swear you took up this game as a chance to get some action."

"Hrmph! Foolish witch!" Lelouch said, making sure to rest his hands behind his head so that he wasn't tempted by her extremely alluring body. "Did he come here to tease me, or to <i>tease</i> me? No, don't answer that, it's both at once. Are you truly on my side, or that other entity?"

"Hrmph right back!" C.C. said. "Suspicious boy. If I were to actually seduce you, then you'd be begging for my touch by now... But never mind that. You are in clear need of a plan, so I will state it clearly: I am on your side. Would you like me to change clothes?"

"Please," Lelouch said. "Try to do it somewhere I can't see."

C.C. made a big show of looking around the room. Ah. Excellent point. The only place he would be unable to see would in fact be 'under the bed' or 'in the closet'. As such, he rolled over and let her get on with it.

"I need to plan my next move tactically," Lelouch said. Yes, he had to make a tactical - A bra landed on his head. Not helpful, thanks. Anyway. What he needed to do next was to form an organisation. The Black Knights. That was the name he'd always given them in his planning. A way to thumb their nose at the Britannian tendency to plunder the legend of Arthur for nomenclature - the mysterious Knight clad all in black who appears in various forms throughout the numerous myths. With different true identities in each appearance, often seen as an enemy of Arthur... Yes, that was a most fitting name.

A scowl fell upon his face next. He kept up on the news. They were showing signs of confidence that Cornelia would be finishing off forming the inevitable Area 18 before long, which meant that she and Euphemia would be coming to Area 11...

"What do you think I should do about Cornelia and Euphemia?" Lelouch asked.

"They're both pretty, but they are also your half sisters," C.C. said, flicking the back of his head, then tapping him on the shoulder. Ah. It was safe to turn around, was it? Apparently so. She was dressed in that straightjacket. Undone, of course, to allow freedom of movement. "Quite inappropriate for a harem."

"No, that's not what I..." Lelouch began, but trailed off. Huh. He hadn't even considered that angle. He didn't even really see Cornelia as a woman, per se. "This game is regarding whether I can stop myself from building a harem. That is, me. Lelouch Lamperouge."

"Ah, so that is the nature of your game is it?" C.C. quipped. "How refreshing of you to share that information."

Her teasing washed off him like water off a duck's back. He was thinking now. Thinking ahead, planning and scheming and plotting and strategising, and an unbelievable solution was coming to him. Based on the knowledge he'd been able to bargain from the future, he was able to put something together that could be truly devastating to Britannia and enable him to leap ahead by bounds.

"If I helped someone else form a harem," he said sounding the idea out. "Then it would not be my harem."

"You're going to build someone else a harem, are you?" C.C. asked. "Really now, this game has you frazzled."

"No, I'm not thinking about the game," Lelouch said. "There's a saying in sports: Play the man, not the ball. When you're playing chess, it often helps to understand the psychology of your opponent. My opponent is a blatant pervert."

"In other words, they would allow you to form this harem for... someone else, because it would help them get their jollies off," C.C. concluded. "That's quite clever. In a way you would both get what you want? Now? Who would be the recipient of this harem?"

That was easy - on a purely intellectual level. On an emotional one? Harder. He was having trouble with certain feelings as it was right now. His brow furrowed, and he began to pace around, fighting with himself. The logical, rational side doing the cold, clinical analysis railed against his emotional ties. He could not hold back when Britannia was his enemy, that was true. On the other hand, bringing him into this in this way would be an abuse of their friendship.

Ah, but recall how things turn out between you both later? Yes, parts of it, but that doesn't have to be how it turns out here. Doesn't it? If he's already in the military then you're already set on a collision course. This is the most rational way to -

Suddenly, C.C. was in front of him. "Tell me what's on your mind, or else," she said. Lelouch quirked an eyebrow, as if to ask 'or else what?' The answer turned out to be: "Or else I kiss you."

That would be... bad, for his harem avoidance. "Suzaku Kururugi," he said. "I could set him up with a harem consisting of Cornelia, Euphemia, and probably a few others as well. He would find it... distasteful, but -"

"But you could always make him accept it," C.C. said. "Kururugi... Isn't that Genbu's son?"

Not a topic Lelouch wished to go into in tremendous detail here. This would work. It would definitely work. However, Suzaku was stubborn enough to make mules jealous. He wouldn't go along with it unless a Geass was used on him. To compel him. Against his will. It made his skin crawl. There was little wrong with using this power if it was in the service of saving lives, or thwarting evil, but pure convenience when there were other alternatives...? No, he couldn't do that to him. So how - 

But then a horrible thought dawned on him. Kallen had been changed. He had been altered as well. The entity he had been playing against was the sort to screw around with the people closest to him to get what it wanted, so - Would it do the same to Suzaku? Had it already? The mere vocalisation of this plan might well have set that in motion already!

He thumped the wall in frustration, feeling certain now that... That this course of action would go forward with his input or without. In that case, wouldn't it be better to have input so he could at least have some semblance of control? What should he do next? Should he pursue this plan? Or look into other options?