Story: Code Gee-Ass

 

Nina Einstein, being a rather shy girl, wanted exactly fuck all to do with the plot. Nope. Not having it. Not this time. She was going to do her absolute damndest to avoid doing anything remotely interesting, as that might summon attention onto her and as such, right now she was eating a ham and cheese sandwich while sitting on the corner of a table.

Oh yeah, you like that don't you Nina? Come on, we all know what you really want to do with that table, don't we? Come on, you naughty - Oh! She's spotted us! Nina is making a break for it!

"Fuck off!" she yelled while dashing down the corridor. "I'm not playing! Keep me out of your shitty fetishes! What will it take, do I have to be super racist against the Elevens? Leave me alone!"

She ran inside a door into her laboratory and promptly locked the door behind her, keeping us from seeing anything that was happening next. Darn, that's a shame. We really didn't have any cameras in her lab? Oh, right. There's already a lot of sensitive equipment in there, so we weren't allowed access. 

Alas, it was already futile. And Nina knew it too. She had a big ol' booty just like the rest of the council. Even now, she was adjusting her skirt to try to keep it covered, but her cheeks were yearning, even now to clap! Clap! Clap!

If only we could see it. If only we could watch as she tries to work her experiments, but ultimately fails to get anywhere. While Nina's not exactly, shall we say, the most fappable member of the cast given... Imagine someone vaguely gesturing in her direction, okay? Nina Einstein is a rare case where the "dorky girl" archetype doesn’t get the usual softening treatment. You know the trope: take a girl who's “meh” looking, throw on some frumpy hairstyle and thick glasses, then later reveal she was hot all along by letting her hair down and ditching the specs. But with Nina, it doesn’t work—not because the transformation never happens, but because the show clearly isn’t interested in redeeming her that way.

Her design starts off relatively tame - twin tails and big round glasses that are more “nervous lab tech” than “ugly duckling.” And honestly, the hairstyle’s not bad; it’s even kind of cute in a buttoned-up, Type-A sort of way. But Nina’s facial design leans sharper and more anxious than the softer, idealized features given to characters like Milly, Shirley, or Kallen. There’s a tension in her expressions that reflects just how tightly wound she is. She’s not made to be glamorous or approachable - she’s made to feel off-putting, jittery, unsteady.

The contrast with the other girls at Ashford is stark. Milly’s a manic pixie chaos engine with sex appeal. Kallen’s the rebellious noblewoman with a double life and a killer glare. Shirley’s the wholesome girl-next-door. And Nina? She’s the introverted, mousey girl who might be one “wrong day” away from snapping. She doesn’t have the charm, confidence, or narrative weight those other characters carry. She’s isolated—socially, emotionally, and even visually.

And then there’s her personality, which goes from garden-variety anxiety to full-on meltdown over the course of the show. Her obsession with Euphemia veers into unhealthy territory fast, and her xenophobic, near-hysterical hatred of the Japanese people becomes one of the most uncomfortable - and least redeemable - aspects of her character. She isn’t just troubled; she’s actively repellent at times. A makeover couldn’t fix that. It wouldn’t even dent it.

In many ways, Nina is a subversion of the “hidden beauty” or “shy genius” trope. There’s no soft-focus reveal where she becomes lovable. She’s meant to make viewers uneasy, not to be swooned over. And while that makes her stand out in a show full of stylized idealism and romantic drama, it also makes her one of the least liked characters, visually, narratively, and morally.

"Are you quite done telling everyone that they shouldn't be cranking it to me?" Nina asked through the door. "Because appealing to my pride won't fucking work!"

Damn. We need another approach here then. Let's see, what could we - Oho! It seems that we need not do anything at all, because waddling down the corridor were a pair of big bottomed Japanese babes wearing pink and white hotpant, named Kure Mizuki and Okino Shig, striding down the hallway with hands on their hips.

For you see, even aside from the above, Nina had another big weakness. It was huge, really. An absolutely enormous weak spot which was practically begging to be exploited.

Okino knocked on the door.

"I'm sorry, there's nobody sexy in here!" Nina replied. "If you want sexy shenanigans-"

“We’ve been sent here by Princess Euphemia!”

Princess Euphemia. Oh yes, that was the weakness Nina had. Ever see one of those old cartoons where a character catches the scent of a fresh pie cooling on a windowsill? The aroma wafts out in the form of a white, beckoning cloud - complete with little ghostly hands that lift the smitten fool off their feet, draw them through the air, and carry them helplessly toward their pastry destiny.

Now, we can’t see inside the lab right now, but we can picture it: Nina, hunched over her workstation, fiddling with test tubes, half-muttering formulas under her breath- until she hears that name. Euphemia. And in that instant, she’s airborne. Not physically, perhaps, but spiritually launched. Swept up in a lovestruck trance, led by the fragrant specter of her own girl-crush fantasy straight to the doorway like a cartoon hound to the pie on the sill.

Thus, she opens the door like a lovestruck fool to see what this is all about - only to find the door hip checked, her knocked to the floor, her glasses flying off to the ground - 

"My glasses, my glasses!" she cried out. "I cannot see without my glasses!"

Oh, we're in full on old school cartoon mode today, huh?

"Don't worry, you won't need to see any of this at all!" Kure said in an extremely obvious Japanese voice.

"You'll feel absolutely everything you need to!" said Okino. 

Cue the two of them covering Nina's head in ASS. We're talking absolutely engulfed it, here. Not quite smothering her. They were leaving her mouth and jaw uncovered. Everything else, though? Subsumed by butt. Caked in it more lovingly and thoroughly than butter on a slice of bread, thoroughly layered with jam, and - 

You know what I'm getting hungry, back in a sec.

Sandwich retrieved. Where were we? Oh yes, Nina's head had been ensconced so thoroughly between those cheeks that if someone wandered by and managed to extract her, Charles would probably have to give them the throne. Not just because of tradition, but because - hot damn, if you can do that you could probably knock a Knightmare off its feet with a single blow.

And those two Japanese babes lifted their hips - and then forced Nina to twerk.

"Mmmf~" Nina moaned into the ass, though it's worth remembering? Mouth? Totally uncovered. "Mmmm!"

Boom, boom, booty boom. Nina's cheeks were forced to clap! Rising, falling, rising, falling, over and over, over and over! Boom! Cheeks! Boom! Booty cheeks! Boom, boom booty cheeks! Boom, boom, booty cheeks! Over and over again, until, at last, the two stunningly sexy Japanese ladies with the big butts were wandering around Nina, standing right in front of her - and squatting down themselves.

"So we hear you don't like Japanese people?" Kure asked while making her cheeks bounce one at a time, right, then left, then right, then left.

"We hear you don't want to get involved in sexy bullshit?" Okino asked, while making her cheeks twitch at the same time, clapping them together. Lightly, so as not to drown out the sound of the dialogue they were about to have.

"Wh-Who, me?" Nina squeaked, utterly mesmerised by the cheeks in front of her. "Wait, no! The reason I'm afraid of Elevens in the first place is because I was nearly assaulted by one. Isn't this sort of scenario kinda, sorta, disrespectful to women who have been ass-"

Before her thoughts could finish, the two Japanese women spanked themselves. Nina's eyes crossed. She might not be able to see, but the sight in front of her was so sublime that, glasses or not, she was fully aware of what was happening here.

"You don't have to do anything that you don't want," said Kure, standing on the right..

"Although, we might be brainwashing you to want to bury your nose into our butts~" Okino teased, earning her a nudged elbow from Okino. "Kidding, kidding! We're not brainwashing you."

Then, in union, they both said: "You are going to do that yourself!"

Before she could question that, Nina had her glasses returned to her... and to her absolute horror, she realised then and there that she wasn't in Ashford anymore. They'd booty bounced her all the way out of the campus, without anyone stopping them, and dragged her all the way to a ghetto. Where the Elevens lived.

Where there were many, many Elevens, with their backs turned to Nina, and all of them had enormous butts, and they were all wearing pink thong cut leotards.

"Nope!" Nina said, turning around and trying to flee, only to find that there really were Elevens everywhere. "No, no, no, I don't want anything to do with this sexy nonsense!"

"But Nina, your ass is so enchanting!" an Eleven babe sighed, looking over her shoulder while squatting down. Nope! Nina turned around and ran in a different direction now, desperate to get away, to stay away! She would not be drawn in, she would not be - 

But they really were everywhere. Big bootied Elevens, twerking like their lives depended on it. Stalking her while hopping backwards. It reminded her that humans were primarily persistent predators, who wore down their targets, slowly cornering them while draining their stamina, and so she slowed down her pace to preserve herself, but - 

"Swing those hips~" she heard whispered, and caught herself doing just that, while trying to control her instinct to flee. Don't let them wear you down, just... stop rolling those hips like you're trying to shake your ass. "Your ass is a pied piper for hot Japanese booty!"

"N-No!" she cried, and for a brief moment ran, but stopped herself just in time. Control yourself, control yourself. "I don't want hot Japanese booty, I don't want Elevens chasing me, I don't want this -"

All of a sudden she turned a corner and ran into a wall of ass. Six Japanese butts, lifted up into the air, perched atop each other like a human pyramid using the literal wall next to them to keep themselves stable.

"I don't want - " Nina tried to protest, but she didn't get to finish because they all clapped their cheeks in unison. "I don't want- " she tried again, but it was futile. She found herself stepping forward, unable to look away. "I don't want Eleven -"

"Well, lucky you! We're not Elevens!" said the girl at the top middle portion of the wall of ass. "We're Japanese!"

If only it was this easy to beat racism out of a person's brain. But then again, living in a world full of hypno-butt would have so, so many other benefits beyond even that. Nina was hipchecked forward, a hot El-Japanese ass colliding with hers, pushing her forward, and - 

"Ass!" Nina said, putting her hands above her head and squatting down. "Ass! Ass! Hot Japanese ass! Ooooh, the Japanese have such hot sexy butts! Oh! Oh, yes! This is why I was really afraid of them! I was afraid that I'd fall into booty bullshit, and not be able to escape!"

She was drawn into the middle of the wall of ass, which parted like the red sea, right into the middle, alongside them, feeling hot Japanese ass, ass, ass all around her, above, below smacking into her own huge ass!

And it was fucking amazing!

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Meanwhile, up above, looking down from the roof, Shirley, Euphemia and both of Euphie's <b>ass</b>istants watched with amusement while Euphemia was holding them close with big handfuls of their cheeks.

"Well, that should keep her from coming up with any WMDs," Shirley said.

"I'm not so sure about that," Euphemia quipped. "She will almost certainly be thinking 'wow, my derriere' the next time she's looking in a mirror!"

"Perhaps," Shirely said. "But you know, I don't think she's finished cooking yet. This is just a warmup!"