Story: CG Anti-Harem

It was a strange feeling wearing this costume again. While Lelouch's memories of the previous timeline were a little vague, the impression of wearing it came through strongly. While he was wearing this mask he ceased to be either Lelouch Lamperouge or even Lelouch vi Britannia. He was Zero! How ironic: His truest self hid his face behind a mask.

His truest self? Well, yes. It was still a bit of a performance, but it ultimately represented 'him' better than the Prince or the lazy genius. He could fully express his hatred of the world they lived in, let others bask in his genius and express himself however he wanted without having to worry <i>too</i> much about what others thought of him. The only part that was a performance were his stated long term goals.

His long term goals... To put a stop to the Emperor. To hold Schneizel accountable for his well hidden madness. To save everyone that he truly cared about. And to avoid creating a harem of extremely sexy and willing women along the way.

Looking at himself in the mirror right now, that last one felt the most outright impossible. Did he always look so damned cool when he was wearing this before? He squirmed a bit. Milly had 'cut him off' earlier on, which meant that if his dick started begging for sex, he was pretty much fucked. And not in the way he wanted either. Taking off his mask and setting it on the bed, he had to wonder... would he be able to control himself?

The temptation felt omnipresent. Milly was practically tossing him towards Shirley, and Kallen was virtually throwing herself at him. He also had this weird feeling that C.C. would be showing up again in the near future just to make things <i>really</i> hard for him.

It was the middle of the night now. He had the better part of two days to sort through this mess before the meeting, and then another couple of days after that to set in motion his plan to rescue Suzaku. Lelouch pinched the bridge of his nose and let out an uncharacteristic weary sigh.

Somehow that managed to make the fly on his trousers drop and then his semi-erect dick to pop right on out. "Fantastic," he said to nobody in particular. "My opponent in this game seems fond of toying with me. But mark my words, he shall see soon enough which of us will have the last laugh!"

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For the first time since starting this little honeypot prep adventure, Kallen Kozuki had masturbated. The funny thing was, she thought that fact and didn't feel a hint of shame about it. None whatsoever. Sure. It was a bit weird that while doing so she had vividly imagined Lelouch, herself, Shirley, Milly and some green haired girl that she'd never seen before all servicing each other, but she didn't feel any shame about it. In fact, shame was one of the first things that had been trained out of her when they started.

The redhead stretched out her arm, let out a rather unladylike yawn and set about getting dressed. No morning wake-up this time? Kallen looked at her clock. Oh. She was an hour up before normal. Well, she felt refreshed enough to be up and about. Going back to sleep at this point would only reset her sleep cycle anyway, so she might as well have a nice stroll around the Stadtfeld estate.

She hated having an estate, incidentally. That might sound like a spoiled rich girl whining about this or that, but Kallen was genuine about it. She'd seen the places her friends had to sleep. She'd seen the working conditions they'd had to tolerate. 'Elevens' weren't exactly wanted for skilled labour, and the places that did hire them basically treated them like slave labour. Well, maybe not that bad but almost.

Speaking of working conditions, Kallen was pleased to see that the maid staff was up and about. Heh. Would it surprise anyone to learn that the first place she'd practised her honeypot training was right here at her own home? There was an abundance of Japanese women walking around in maid uniforms in the Stadtfeld estate. In fact, the staff was entirely Japanese. A few of them half breeds like her. Mostly women, but a few men in there as well. All of them highly trained in the art of seduction and sexual satisfaction.

"Good morning Miss Kallen," a maid chirped and bowed, bouncing her cleavage expertly for Kallen's approval. Remarkable level of talent, there. "Did you sleep well last night?"

"Quite well, thank you," Kallen answered. "Would it be a problem to have breakfast earlier than normal?"

"Not at all! Would you like ot eat breakfast normally, or off my naked, writhing body?"

For the first time since that question had been put to her Kallen almost wanted to give it a try. She knew it was a game among the maids to see who could get her into bed first. The supposed prodigy half-breed discovered by Lady Kaguya.

She was also pretty sure that there was a betting pool going on. Kallen wondered who had the best odds.

"Normally," Kallen said. Then, on a whim, she leaned in and whispered "I'll let you eat yours off of mine if you want, though."

To her immense satisfaction the maid's eyes glossed over and she sunk to her knees. Heh. Kallen was feeling good today. No, great. For the first time in a good long while she hadn't felt any dread or anticipation of the next time she'd have to help her stepmother host a party where several members of the nobility were given a taste of nasty Japanese sex. After all, that was the true role of these honeypots: Pretend to be serving staff to be in a better place to seduce and ensnare the unwary Britannian nobility with their addictive sexual skills.

Kallen almost walked by her step-mother's room that morning, but at the last moment she stopped and knocked. "Good morning <i>mother!</i>" she called to the woman she hated more than anyone else. Kallen's grin very nearly split her face. "I know you're awake. I can hear the springs."

"Ah! G-Good moooorning K-Kallen!" her step-mother moaned. Hehehe! Kallen had always thought of the woman as a wanton gold-digging whore. Married her father for political and business expediency, no love between them at all. More like tolerance. A sort of quiet acceptance that both of them got something out of it, and wouldn’t bother the other more than necessary.

Which left Kallen feeling like an unwanted third wheel. Oh, sure. The Stadtfelds had fought hard to keep her when it was revealed the new woman was infertile and they needed an heir who could at least <i>pass</i> for being Britannian. But she was still unwanted. Still looked down on.

On pushing the door open a scratch, Kallen wondered how she'd feel if she could take a look at herself now. On her hands and knees, buck naked on the bed. Pushing her face into the pillow and biting onto it in a desperate, futile attempt to keep herself from screaming. Meanwhile, a buff oiled up Japanese hunk was riding her like a champion mare. The guy noticed Kallen and waved at her. The only words exchanged between him and her were from her entirely: Words like 'More' and 'yes' and 'I'm such a dirty slut!' You get the idea.

She shrugged and waved back. No need to be impolite just because he was screwing her stepmother senseless.

"Wow, when did I accept all this sex in my life all of a sudden?" Kallen wondered. She screwed up her nose and thought it over. She'd been training to be a honeypot lead in for about a year now, right? So how far into it had it been before it stopped weirding her out? A month? Three months? Half a year?

Then, for no good reason, her thinking got all... screwy. It became hard for her to concentrate on much of anything at all, right up until her gaze settled on the two maids up ahead having a kiss fight over who would get to serve her breakfast this morning.

"I guess it doesn't matter," Kallen decided. "It doesn't seem weird to me anymore, and it hasn't for a while, I guess. Probably should stop thinking about that... And start thinking about how to get that Lelouch guy to come to heel."

Yep. She'd stopped finding it weird a long time ago. After all, depending on how you measure, yesterday is a pretty long time ago. Right?

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It's important to note how essential Milly Ashford was in the formation of Lelouch's development as a person. You laugh, but it's true. Remember that the girl isn't just some dirty old man: She's a motivator. A natural leader with a flare for the dramatic.

She's also deviously cunning and the type of person to work towards the happiness of the people she truly cared for, whether they saw it that way or not.

Which left her with a problem on this regular morning. Over the last few days she'd been having sex with Lelouch to, aha, help him alleviate the problems he was having with his suddenly enlarged penis. This rather cut into her long term plans vis a vis setting him up with the really cute redheaded swimmer sitting right over there. In her mind, the two of them were the perfect couple. She could already see the wedding. Oh, he'd look so smart in a tuxedo! Oh, she'd be radiant in a wedding dress! Why, they might even name their first daughter after Milly, they'd be so grateful...

"Madam president!" Shirley yelled. "Stop staring at my legs!"

"Ah? You noticed that I was staring at your legs?" Milly replied. "My, my! You were looking at me that closely? I'm flattered."

"Oh no! Don't you turn this around on me! We need to get this work done before our first class! Right, Lelouch?"

"She's right," Lelouch said. "If we don't get it done now, it'll be much more work in the longer term."

"Are you sure?" Rivalz asked. "If we put it off enough, then we wouldn't have to do it at all. Right?"

"That's the kind of attitude that got us into this mess in the first place," Milly bopped him playfully on the head. She cast a quick glance over at the two of them. Hmph! Now that she thought about it... Maybe Shirley would be put off by a dick that big? In which case, a threesome to ease her into it...? No, that would scare her off even worse! "Anyway! Since the two of you are so eager to get things done, why don't you go and fetch the club registration forms for the Fantasy Seduction Club?"

The perfect chance to lock the two of them together. They'd bond, they'd start to talk and then romance would bloom! Nothing could go wrong with this.

"Here it is!" Shirley chirped, laying it out on the table as though she'd been expecting Milly to ask for it. No, not as if. She really and truly had been expecting it! Devious! Sneaky! Undermining her efforts! "So? Shall we get to work?"

Ooh, that innocent smile. It would be perfect if there was a trace of lewdness in there. Not much, just a little. To make it spicy. Unfortunately, Milly was pretty sure that by now the girl was getting wise to her tricks. Which meant having to take a different approach to get these two together. Like, say... Through Lelouch!

"By the way, Lelouch. What was the name of that orchestral group you liked so much?" Milly asked.

Shirley's eyes lit up there. Aha! That's right! Her father had recently won some free tickets, but couldn't go himself! Nervous and anxious look across at Lelouch, pondering if he'd like to go. With her. On a date. The two of them. Together. At a concert. It would be super romantic, and sparks would fly, and -

"Oh, that's right! You'd never believe it!" Lelouch said. "The other day I was able to get some tickets to that concert next month."

"Huh?! You got tickets to that thing?!" Rivalz gasped.

"H-How did you...?" Nina began to ask but quietly trailed off after a bit.

"Easy, I won it in a bet -" he started to explain, but was quickly interrupted by a suddenly irate redhead.

"Gambling again?!" she hissed. Oh dear, now any chance for a good mood was spoiled. "You're on the student council, Lelouch! You have to set a better example than this!"

While Milly lamented this loss, nobody suspected that Lelouch had actually acquired the tickets after school the day before by cheating with his Geass. It wasn't entirely the fairest thing in the world to do, but the stakes he was playing were far too high to risk being set up on a date! Best to cut off the obvious routes of attack first.

Right about the point where Shirley had a really good hold of both of Lelouch's cheeks and was making a fair effort at pulling them as far apart from each other as they could reasonably get, that was when another really cute redhead walked into the room. Though her hair veered more towards pink than Shirley's orange locks. Kallen Stadtfeld. Probably one of the richer students in the school - and also the only half Eleven. The newest member of the student council...

And therefore the only one here who wasn't aware enough of Milly's antics to throw any wrenches into the works.

"Good morning," Kallen said. "Sorry if I am late, the traffic was not very good today."

"You're the only one out of us who has to travel, so that's fine. Don't stress it," Milly said. "Listen guys. I want you all to continue with what you're doing. I want to show Kallen where we keep all our files. Okay?"

"Huh? Well, okay I guess..." Kallen said. Hah, that's right. Kallen had the reputation as a sickly genius. Exactly the sort of person Milly needed... to act as a romantic rival for Lelouch's attentions. Milly all but grabbed hold of the girl by the wrist and hauled her out of the room.

"So Kallen? What do you think? Of our precious student council?"

"Eh? All of a sudden?" Kallen gasped. "W-well... You all seem pretty nice so far."

"And what do you think about Lelou?"

A hint of a blush. Aha, the casanova strikes again. There were a lot of girls who would give their right arm for a chance to be on the student council with Lelouch, and for good reason. The boy oozed charm. He was handsome as he was smart, and you'd better believe that was a high bar to clear. He might not be all that fit, but as Milly had learned he fucked like a demon. Any girl would be lucky to have him.

Shirley would be lucky to have him. That was her ship and she was sticking to it.

"We-ell... I was thinking that he would make a super cute couple with Shirley to be honest," Milly said. Best to cut her off right now. Don't let her think she has a real chance with him. To that end: "I think they're really into each other, but they're both too shy to admit it."

"They don't seem like the shy sort to me," Kallen said.

"Different people are shy about different things," Milly admonished. "Anyway, the trouble is that they're both getting wise to my plans to set them up, and they're both so stubborn. At this point anything I do will risk pushing them apart even further."

"I see," Kallen nodded. "Yes, I did get the feeling that Shirley liked him. He definitely feels the same way about her?"

Actually, she wasn't one hundred percent sure on that. The boy was a major siscon. Still: "I'm pretty sure he does. It's in the way he looks at her, like he can't bear to be away from her side. Oh, Kallen! Please help me set them up! It breaks my heart to see them pining for each other like this!"

"What do you want me to do exactly?" Kallen asked.

"That's easy! Pretend you're interested in him!" Milly snapped her fingers. "That's a surefire way to get the girl to sit up and take notice. She'll be desperate for my advice with someone like you showing interest."

"Gee, I don't know... I've never flirted with a boy before," Kallen said. Oh, now she really was ramping up the shyness! To think that the noble daughter of the Stadtfeld family could be so pure! "H-How do you even do something like that? C-could you help me out?"

"Who do you think you're asking?" Milly shrugged. "I'll teach you the ropes. Don't you worry. By the time I'm done, you'll be a mean lean flirting machine. You'll be able to french boys to the point they can't even think straight anymore." Thinking about what she said, Milly giggled. "Well, I suppose in one sense they'll be thinking very straight."

"You're exaggerating," Kallen said. "No way anyone could kiss like that!"

Milly didn't see the trap coming until she was already into it. She simply sauntered right up to Kallen with a cocky swagger, leaned in and pecked the rich girl right on the lips. At first everything was going well: Kallen was making these cute little whimpers as Milly's tongue explored her mouth. Why, her hands were even starting to reach out for Milly's body almost of their own accord.

That's when things started going a bit outside of her expectations. Kallen's moans died down, and despite herself Milly started to moan instead. Louder and more frequently than Kallen, too. Before she knew what was happening her tongue had been all but pushed out of Kallen's mouth, and the other girl's tongue had thoroughly invaded Milly's own.

But Milly was nothing if not stubborn. She forced herself to concentrate. She would win this confrontation! The council president's hands began to roam around Kallen's thighs and quickly found themselves sneaking up the far too short to be reasonable skirt compelled by the Ashford uniform standards, and she made sure to pull their bodies in closer, as close as they could get. At this point Milly was basically relying on the sheer size of her breasts dominating Kallen's, distracting the other girl enough for - there we go! Now Milly's tongue had been able to make a sneak attack on Kallen's tonsils, drawing out the kind of moan that makes one's eyes roll into the back of their head.

After that the kiss parted, and with a voice so hoarse it surprised her, Milly said "you're a natural."

"Yeah... Looks like I can stand to learn a thing or two from you," Kallen whispered back. "Please, teacher. Show me how to reduce a boy to putty in my hands."

Of course, Milly still hadn't realised yet that Kallen had been holding back her true raw talent. Otherwise she wouldn't be feeling so smug in that victory. After all, a honeypot (or honeypot introducer) must recognise that there is always more than one way to seduce someone.

Though the most common way by far involves stroking the mark's ego for all it was worth.

1. Milly sets about teaching Kallen about seduction, not realising she's the one being seduced.
2. Kallen starts teaching Shirley how to seduce Lelouch.
3. Lelouch is struggling to contain his burgeoning libido. Now that Milly's not letting him blow off steam what's he to do now?
4. Meanwhile, C.C.'s being influenced in some sexual manner as well.
5. Something else.