Story: Britannian Breeding

 

When you lay out Nunnally's plan on paper, it seems solid enough. Name anything in this world that would distract a young man more than having a harem dropped in his lap. Go ahead. Make them hot, make them eager, make them willing then imagine them being dropped into a young man's lap out of nowhere. Even if he's gay, that's a hell of a distraction because then he'd have to constantly deal with the fact they were trying (and, obviously, failing) to lure him into bed.

Indeed, it did seem to have worked out quite well. At this moment in time Lelouch was laying in bed quite short of breath. Surrounded on all sides by three of the hottest babes on campus. Shirley Fenette, swim team member, who had carried a crush on him for ages, laying next to him with a wry smile on her face, waiting for herself to wake up from what was obviously a sex dream. Kallen Stadtfeld, a half Japanese nobleman's daughter who despised Britannia roughly half as much as Lelouch himself did, a veritably tomboy with a body and will that didn't know the meaning of the word quit, hugging onto him in a quite untomboylike way - and of course, who can forget our immortal green haired beauty, C.C. laying across his lap looking like the cat that caught the canary.

It did seem to have worked. Lelouch was smiling a genuine smile of the sexually relieved. He was even starting to understand why and how his father was able to keep such a large harem. Not just his power, but his prowess. In bed. It must be something genetic, a sort of supernatural sexual magnetism that lures the attractive to you like moths to a flame.

"Tell me again how much you hate Britannia?" Kallen purred into his ear.

"So much that I swore, at ten years of age, that I would obliterate it," Lelouch whispered back. Kallen mewled happily, very obviously building up for another round. "Have a care, Kallen. If we indulge too much we shall become young parents, and be less capable of exacting our revenge."

"Nnnng, fuck, I really want you to knock me up..." Kallen grumbled. She spanked herself. Probably an attempt to regain some self control. It didn't work. She seemed to realise exactly what she'd done a moment later and blushed. "Damn. I got it bad. There's just something about you, I can't stop myself."

"Hehehehehehe..." Shirley burbled happily. "This isn't a dream. I had sex with Lelouch, Kallen and a pretty green haired babe."

"Flattery will get you everywhere," C.C. said. Yes, indeed. Lelouch was well and truly set upon by the sort of distractions many young men would kill to have at hand. Alas... "So! What exactly were you thinking of doing to get that revenge again?"

Lelouch sat up. "It will be dangerous," he said. "There are numerous inherent risks involved. Are you sure you want to be involved in this?"

Shirley reached out and let her hand play over his naked chest. "I'll do it," she said. Not a trace of hesitation. "I'm yours. Forever. Direct me, order me, and I shall obey."

C.C. coughed, and quickly brought her hand down upon Shirley's pleasant (though not as pleasant as C.C.'s) posterior, making the swimmer mewl happily from the contact.

"Save the lovey dovey for later on," she commanded. When Kallen lifted her head to say something, C.C. quickly silenced her with a strategic big toe into a very sensitive area, that left the tough girl squirming in joy and unable to express a coherent thought. "Go ahead, Lelouch. I will also go on with your plans."

"As it happens, Kallen will be the key way forward," Lelouch said. "Please allow her to speak. I would like to hear what her resistance cell is planning for its immediate future."

"W-Well..." Kallen panted heavily. "We were going to hit a poison gas transport that was due in a few -"

"Oh, that's pointless now," C.C. interrupted, returning her toe to its good work. "That poison gas was code for me. They were going to transport me. Not poison gas."

It felt like there was a joke there, but Lelouch had enough tact to avoid making it. So, the plans of Kallen's group had been made redundant by C.C.'s liberation, eh? How unfortunate for them. On the other hand, something like this was a fine opportunity for him.

Lelouch had been developing his plan for years now. He knew that a Britannian like himself would never be easily accepted as the leadership of a resistance movement. He knew that a resistance movement, at its face, would inevitably fail... Unless what you rose was not a resistance movement, but something else entirely.

Use the Japanese that were fighting for resistance towards a different end. One that would lead towards their freedom, but from an angle that Britannia would not see coming. Tackle corruption. Tackle crime. And do so under the banner of a character he had concocted and practised in his own mind for years. An enigmatic, mysterious leader who would guide through charm, cunning and charisma.

Zero.

"Kallen, I wish to make use of your cell for my plans."

"Huh? Like hell, I'm not - Ooooh~"

Heh. Sorry, Kallen, but he couldn't let you refuse his request. Not when so much was on the line. You will come to thank him for this, you will come around to his way of thinking, but most important of all? You're going to come. You're going to come a <i>lot</i>.

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Kallen should probably feel guilty about this. She was meant to be here undercover, not under the covers! She should be up front about this. Tell her brother that this guy she met at school was willing to help them out - oh, and by the way she wants to marry him and bear his children when things settle down, and join a polyglot.

Yes, he would surely take that well. Once he'd finished inserting a bullet directly between Lelouch's eyes. As much as she hated it, this really was the best way forward. It was more practical, pragmatic, and - And honestly she wasn't entirely sure how much good he'd do them, but if he was telling the truth about planning his revenge for years...?

"Hey Nathan," that was his 'Britannian' name. For when he wasn't going through Japanese circles. "How're things going?"

<i>It's going well actually,"</i> Naoto replied. <i>"We're just about finished putting the plan together, and - "</I>

"Yeah, about that, I don't think we need to do that anymore," Kallen said. How should she put this...? "I ran into a green haired girl today." And her ass tasted like candy. No, no, don't say that to your brother! "I think she was connected to the shipment."

<i>"Hrm? Kallen, are you sure about that? It would be quite the coincidence."</i>

"I know, but it checks out," Kallen said. She whirled around to make sure nobody could overhear her that shouldn't be able to, and - No, it was just C.C. Staring at her boobs. "She escaped from a facility, and somehow she knows about what we were planning already. I don't get it either, but - look, she's very, very weird. I think it would be for the best if you met her in person, okay?"

<i>"If you say so, Kallen. We will meet at the usual place tonight. We'll speak then."</i>

Click. That was it. "Great, I just lied to my brother..."

"No, not really," C.C. said. "You told him the truth. You told him you met a pretty green haired girl whose ass tasted like candy, and that she escaped from a Britannian facility, in connection with the mission your team was setting up. Everything there was true."

"But I didn't tell him anything else!"

"No," C.C. said. "But... Do you know the oldest political trick in existence? It's really quite simple. You focus only on the data that makes your case, while ignoring the evidence that refutes it. You pick and you choose - and people do this every day, because you can't possibly make use of every piece of data in your decision making."

"You got a point there?" Kallen asked.

"Do you think it would have been necessary to describe in great detail the throbbing veins on Lelouch's shaft as he penetrated you?" C.C. asked. "Or perhaps the colour of the walls in his bedroom? Or how springy his bed was? Or mention anything at all about Shirley? I doubt he would have cared for such matters, would you not agree?"

Right... So what she was saying was, sometimes a lie of omission isn't really a lie. She hadn't exactly misled him, she just hadn't told him the full details - and she'd even said she would tell him the full details later on. Which - Wait a minute.

"But I deliberately didn't tell him anything about Lelouch," Kallen said slowly. "That makes it a definite lie, right?"

In response to this, C.C. rolled her eyes, pulled Kallen to her chest and - Oooh, her nipples tasted like candy too~

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Naoto stared at his phone with no small amount of concern. "Kallen was very strange on that call..." he said to himself. He frowned. He didn't want to think it, but - Was it possible that something else had happened to her at that school? He'd always wanted her to make other friends her own age, but - No, that wouldn't be possible. No friendship at Ashford could overcome her passion to help them free Japan.

On the other hand... It always paid to be cautious. She did sound a little flustered when talking about the green haired girl. Maybe he should make sure there weren't any nasty surprises waiting for him when he got there.