Lelouch was pumped. He was hyped. He was ready and he was eager to go. This was his element, this was his expertise. He'd spanked Clovis countless times whenever they'd played chess, and here he was ready to do it again! His heart had already been racing before that sexy redhead had worked that splendid Eleven booty, but now - mmmph! It was hard for him to think of anything else right now, and the double entendre was very much deliberate.
"You, in the Glasgow!" he commanded. "Get your sexy ass in here on the double."
<i>Hi Lelouch! I'm the part of your brain that watches your actions and comments on them. Now, I'm growing a bit concerned about your behaviour since acquiring this new power of yours.<i>
'Oh? What's wrong with my behaviour?'
<i>Well, you seem to be indulging a little too much in erotic play. You're abusing your ass-centric power quite a bit, and it's leaving you so erect you could drill your way through solid steel.</I>
'True, I'm not normally quite this stiff. Nor do my balls normally feel this swollen. But I'm sure it's nothing to worry about. I'm in total control.'
<i>See, this is why you have me around, buster. You should be focusing on getting the hell out of here using these clowns, not indulging in silly little hormonal- holy moly, that girl is <b>working</b> that like a pro!</i>
Breaking free from that little episode, Lelouch blinked and stared out towards the extremely pretty (and oddly familiar) redhead shimmying and swaying her way towards him, dancing like an Arabian dancer while still seeming to be in quite the hurry to get to him. Lelouch grinned. He was going to enjoy getting to know this girl a bit better.
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To her great surprise, Kallen was having fun. Oh, sure. Her brother's final plan before his untimely death had gone horribly awry because of a certain hotheaded numbskull, resulting in the Britannian military engaging in a horrific war crime against a ghetto in desperate search of them.
But hey, look on the bright side! She'd learned the wonder of dance, and was on her way to meet with the owner of the Sexiest Voice She'd Ever Heard ™! That was a definite upside.
<b>Hey! Hey, dancing idiot! I'm your conscience. Listen, we both know this is a porn thread and you're gonna get such a deep, satisfying dicking by the time this is over, but could we at least address that first paragraph from this scene? Holy shit, that's kind of an awful backdrop for what's supposed to be a porn parody thread, isn't it?</b>
Kallen frowned. "Uh.. are you sure you're my conscience and not the author interjecting his sudden realisation of the implications of the background for these events?"
<b>Shut up! M-maybe I am, but could you at least stop dancing for a second and try to take this seriously? You can get laid after this is all sorted out. In fact, use it as your motivation! The sooner this is dealt with, the sooner you get that sweet, sweet dicking!</b>
"Ah, but if I'm pent up and rushing, I'll make mistakes," Kallen pointed out. She hopped up the crouching Knightmare and knocked on the entrance to the cockpit, licking her lips and working her hips while imagining Arabian music playing nearby. "Better to take my prize now and do this properly. Less people will die that way, right?"
<b>You've fallen into the classical trap most humans do when making decisions: You've already made the choice, you're just rationalising it after the - hello sweet Prince! Gimme some of that!</b>
Some conscience that had turned out to be. Honestly, Kallen had been kind of expecting some tall, dark, handsome and buff guy waiting for her inside this Knightmare. Finding out the last of these wasn't the case was a bit disappointing. What wasn't was the fact that the second last more than made up for his slender physique. Guy was cute enough that the cocky grin on his face didn't turn her off like it normally would, if anything it was making her want to turn around and shake her butt right in his face.
"Huh?" she grunted, deciding to play along with exactly that course of action. "That uniform..."
"Shorts off," the boy instructed, and Kallen's hands moved before she even knew what she was doing. Not that she especially minded. She slipped them off, down her legs inch by inch while making sure to thrust it back, bending only at the hips while giving it that same irresistible wiggle to that Arabian tune. "Magnificent. The very best evidence that Britannia's creed in being the best in all ways is fallacious."
"Keep on criticising the Empire," Kallen shuddered. "It really gets me going."
He grabbed hold of her hips and used his thumb to hook inside of her underwear, then slid her panties down just barely enough that he could openly grope her gyrating butt. "It's led by a bunch of pompous, arrogant layabouts. Blue bloods whose only redeeming quality is found in how satisfying it is to see them fall."
At this point Kallen wasn't sure which was making her more wet. His dirty talk or his expert fingers. At this point her hips were only working it through sheer instinct. And due to the new power she'd been given by a certain sex witch, she was inadvertently inspiring Lelouch to grope and squeeze her tush in all new and exciting ways.
And it's worth reminding you at this point that Lelouch was a pretty inventive young man to begin with.
"Mmm... You're a student at Ashford. Aren't you, big boy?" Kallen asked. "What's your name?"
"Lelouch Lamperouge," he said. "I'll admit, until I saw your dance I had not intended to reveal my identity. But for this butt, it was definitely worth the risk."
Ah! Right! He was in her class, wasn't he? Oof, why hadn't she noticed him before? Oh. That's right. When she was at Ashford she was too busy hiding her disdain for everyone around her to think about things like cute boys and - and she collapsed into his lap, deliberately grinding her ass directly into his erection. She couldn't take this any more!
"Oh my, now that I know that secret, I could just end up spilling it to anyone!" Kallen whispered. "What are you going to do to make me stop, Mister Lamperouge?"
"I was thinking regular bouts of sex would probably keep you silent," Lelouch suggested. "It might even work to keep me silent as well, Miss Stadtfeld."
Damn, she'd been made. On the other hand she was about to get laid. Can't really complain too much about that, now can she? Licking her lips with eager anticipation, Kallen backed up as much as she could, spread her legs wide apart and reached down to grab hold of Lelouch's zipper. Each inch down her anticipation grew and grew. Kallen began to sweat from it. She'd never have dreamed that she'd be so eager and ready and willing to have sex, never mind with a Britannian boy!
"Long live Japan," the boy whispered in her ear, and Kallen had images of herself in the future, walking down the aisle in a wedding dress to marry this boy. The first genuine smile she'd worn since her brother's death crept onto her face at that thought.
<i>"We did it!"</i> came over the radio out of nowhere. <i>"We're beating back the Britannians! Haha! This is amazing!"</i>
Eh? Eh?! That was Ohgi! Oh. Oh, right! They were in the middle of the Battle of Shinjuku right now. D-Dammit, this was supposed to be a porn thread, she was meant to get laid! Not get drawn into a deep and meaningful discussion on warfare, political domination, social upheaval and the point at which it is morally just to use violent rebellious tactics.
"You're winning?" Lelouch said. Then, into the microphone he repeated. "You're winning? Without my tactical input? How?!"
<i>"Feeling really motivated!"</i> said Tamaki. "Besides, we don't need some random guy. You think we don't know how to fight?"
"Besides. For some reason Clovis has been doing some really risky and stupid moves. It's almost as if he's been completely blue balled and is desperately wanting to finish this fight so he can rush off and bust a nut."</i>
Kallen threw up her hands. See, conscience? Her porn logic reigned supreme! Let her get laid already so she can fight effectively!
"... I think we should continue this at Ashford," Lelouch suggested. Though the regret in his voice, you could hear it from space. He wanted to tap her ass every bit as much as she wanted him to tap it. "Let's kick some Britannian butt, and get to know each other better there."
"Sounds like a plan to me," Kallen announced, squirming a little in anticipation. Ooh, but she could hardly wait! For the first and only time in her life she was listening to her libido. Heh. Wait until they get to Ashford, huh? Well, she'd be willing to lay odds that the freaky shit they got up to when they met up again would be completely unlike any the school had ever seen before.
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Milly Ashford was bored. Those four words form perhaps one of the shortest but most terrifying sentences one can utter in Area Eleven. She had no Lelouch to torment. She had no Shirley to try to corrupt. Suzaku and Kallen weren't council members yet. And even she dared not touch a hair on Nunnally's head. That girl's cuteness would eat her alive, spit her out and then leave whatever was left for Lelouch to mulch. The survivors of such an experience would surely envy the dead.
But still, she was bored bored bored! "I can sense it you know," Milly groused. "I'm being left out of all the great porny action. How is that even fair? I'm pretty, I'm busty, I have the very soul of a dirty old man. I need to find someone to corrupt and/or do perverted things to!"
Rivalz had his hand in the air so quickly it broke the sound barrier. Didn't damage his hand, somehow. Milly had never seen such a serious and stoic look on his face.
"No, no Rivalz, but thanks for offering," she smiled. It was no fun unless they fought back at least a little bit. Which led her attention to the glasses wearing girl trying very hard to tiptoe out of the room unnoticed. "But you can stay and watch as I thoroughly corrupt Nina."
Cue Nina breaking out into a mad dash for the door - only to step right into the trap Milly had set their earlier for just such a reason. Now Nina was upside down, hanging in the doorway, leaving Milly free to swan right on up to her, hands behind back and cocky smirk on face.
"Going somewhere?" Milly asked. "Shame. I wanted you to hang around a little longer."
"Where did you even get this t-trap?" Nina yelped.
"Sayoko taught me how to set it," Milly shrugged. "She offered me a lesson on traps, imagine my shock that there were no convincing boys in dresses anywhere in sight."
"P-Please don't corrupt me, Milly!" Nina begged. "I mean, it wouldn't even work out all that great. You know how disliked I am by the general fandom! They'll never accept me as a sexualised character, besides from shipping me with random items of furniture!"
"I ship Nina with the desk lamp!" Rivalz said, giving a long meaningful stare at that very lamp. "Don't worry buddy, I'm sure both of our dreams will come true one day."
Milly chose to ignore that and produced a knife, with which she began to cut Nina down. "All the more reason to get. You. Laid!" Milly said. The rope snapped, Nina fell to the ground in a crumpled heap. Milly reached down a hand and helped her back up. "Nothing takes the edge off like lots and lots of sex. Especially in a porn thread. Imagine! Table corners as far as the eye can see."
"Cut that out!" Nina blushed, pulling away from Milly's tender embrace. "I'm not anything special anyway. I'm ugly, I'm average at best and everyone hates me so -"
With a heavy sigh and a sarcastic eye roll, Milly reached a hand over and snatched Nina's glasses away. Rivalz sucked in his breath suddenly as the formerly mousy looking girl suddenly seemed to all but ooze sex appeal. Her eyes glittered like stars, her lips seemed to all but beg the onlookers to kiss them and unless he was wrong, her cup size had gone up quite a bit. And why was her uniform suddenly unbuttoned and showing off that much cleavage?
"Hrm... No glass in these," Milly smirked triumphantly. "Why, it's almost as though you're wearing them to try to hide your appeal by abusing common tropes. Hmmmm?"
"C-Cut that out!" Nina yelled, seizing the glasses back and replacing them over her eyes. The sexual effect oozed away, leaving her seeming rather plain and normal. The kind of girl who could easily blend into a crowd. "I'm not like you, Milly!" Nina complained. Oh! A message had arrived for Milly. She discreetly took her phone out, letting Nina rant on about this, just to let it out of her system.
“You are the sort who can just go and start perverted things without abandon. But I am shy and awkward! Even a normal romance would be a challenge for me, but you want to drag me into some kind of porn story? Am I supposed to turn into a sex hungry nymphomaniac just because of the thread’s theme? Well, I refuse, I won't accept that fate, I won't - Woooah....”
Heh. What was Nina Einstein's achilles heel? The answer was found in this picture taken by a staff employee at her privately owned thong store! It had the caption 'Is this the girl you're always talking about? She's tasty and so is her friend!'
Within that picture was Shirley Fenette, checking herself out in a mirror while wearing a truly <i>superb</i> thong selection. And next to her was a pretty pink haired girl who Milly faintly recognised, but couldn't quite place right now. You could plainly see both of their booties in the reflection of the mirror they were standing in front of, and let me tell you, there was a very good reason Nina was left drooling at the sight.
"So? Wanna visit my store?" Milly coyly asked.
"N-No!" Nina wiped at her mouth. "J-Just because you've finally managed to corrupt Shirley doesn't mean you'll get me! You'll never take me alive!"
Which was right about when she dove out of the window - and into the mud-pit Milly had set there earlier for just such a reason. Oh, sigh! She was starting to feel bored again. Like she said, she preferred it if they fought back at least a little.
- Lelouch takes charge of the battle while trying really hard not to think about banging Kallen. While she's having much the same kind of struggle.
- Suzaku is busy getting laid. Will the White Knight awaken this time
- Milly pays a visit to the thong store to help Shirley with her purchase.
- Shirley and Euphemia discover that these are no ordinary thongs. They turn the careless into thong addicts!
- Something else
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