Story: HHL Code Geass

 

Lelouch Lamperouge was many things, but he was not an idiot. Arrogant, yes. Manipulative, frequently. Burdened with a secret identity, unrelenting personal vendettas, and a chessmaster complex? All of the above. But stupid? Never.

Which is precisely why his alarm bells had started ringing the moment Shirley Fenette had stopped outside their classroom door, clutching her bag with both hands like it might fly away from her at any moment, not leaving alongside the rest of the students. Her face was red. Her eyes were doing that thing where they darted everywhere except at him. She was clearly trying to psych herself up. For something.

Now, Lelouch wasn’t particularly gifted at reading romantic signals. Not because he couldn’t, but because he generally chose not to. It was inefficient, distracting, and terribly inconvenient when one was trying to overthrow an empire. But even he wasn’t dense enough to miss what was coming.

She stepped into the room. He shut his book.

“Lelouch, um… I-I was wondering if maybe… maybe you'd like to go out with me sometime?” she blurted, her voice squeaking into the final word like it had barely made it through customs.

There was a long pause. Not because he was surprised. No, he’d seen this coming ever since this morning, when he’d heard Milly Ashford humming ominously to herself while scrolling through her email inbox. Milly had a particular hum for when she was planning emotional chaos. It was usually followed by some poor soul finding themselves caught up in a romantic "event" against their will. He’d heard that hum enough times to develop a Pavlovian response of dread.

Hence, Lelouch didn’t even glance toward the ceiling or wall for hidden cameras (he already knew where all of them were). He didn’t bother wondering why Shirley suddenly had the courage to ask him out, or how she ended up with a reservation at a restaurant far too expensive for a student’s budget.

Because Lelouch Lamperouge was not an idiot. Hence, he was fully and keenly aware that Milly was the one responsible for Shirley standing in front of him right now, asking him out on a date.

"C-Can I sit in your lap?" Shirley asked.

"Yes, of course," Lelouch said. He saw nothing unusual about that. A pretty girl, about to ask you out on a date, of course she would want to maximise the effect for strategic gain, and indeed, having her sit in his lap such that her breasts were pushing into his chest was a remarkable distraction. "Now, what can I do for you today?"

"Um, well!" Shirley mused. "It just so happens that Milly gave me some tickets earlier today for a fancy restaurant. Tickets for two. She didn't need them. I have nobody to go with, so...?"

"So you want me to go with you?" Lelouch asked. "When would this be?"

"Tonight...?" Shirley asked. Hrm. There was nothing happening with the Black Knights tonight. Why not enjoy it in the company of a friend? "That's not too soon, is it?"

"Not at all, I shall be there in my finest," Lelouch said. As a Prince, he certainly knew how to dress up and act appropriately for the occasion. Yet after his agreement, Shirley did not budge. "Is everything alright?"

"Well, to be honest, Milly's starting up a lapdancing class, and I am <i>so</i> nervous about it," Shirley said. "Would it be okay if you were my partner?"

"What would I have to do?"

"Mostly sit there," Shirley said. "If you agree, Milly's arranged for the two of us to be out of class, such that instead I'll be wearing a skimpy g-string and a pair of tassels, using you for practise - and as a reward you'll get to fuck me in the ass! How does that sound?"

It sounded suspiciously optimal. "Alright, that should be fine," he said. It shouldn't interfere in Black Knight duties, he'd already arranged for the biggest events to happen at night for at least the next month. "Is there anything else?"

"No, that's all!" Shirley chirped, rising to her feet and stretching her hands over her head. "Thank you so much, Lelou! You have no idea how grateful I am!"

Then she walked off with an odd gait, one hand on her hip the other trailing down the side of her body. Lelouch watched her with a furrowed brow, and then -

"Ohhhh, nooo, I dropped this pencil!" Shirley said, making a big show of dropping a pencil to the floor, then bending over, only at the waist, causing her skirt to ride up while she very obviously looked back, biting her bottom lip. "Mmmmmm~" she said while shifting her weight rapidly from her left to her right foot. Then, she grabbed the pencil after a minute of being bent over for no adequately explained reason. "Naughty Shirley," she said, spanking herself. "Bad Shirley!" And then she just kept on spanking herself on every second step out of the room.

Curiouser and curiouser. It wasn't like Shirley to drop a pencil like that. She was clumsy about a lot of things, like cooking and cleaning and mathematics, but her stationary? She was anal retentive about that sort of thing.

If he didn't know any better, he'd swear she'd bent over just to show off her heart shaped bottom and make her skirt ride up. Which surely was not the answer, that was patently ridiculous.

Though he did have to admit, for some reason it brought to mind the fact that everyone in Ashford today seemed... Horny. Way more so than usual. He'd caught at least a few students kissing members of the opposite sex. Members of the same sex, even. They were much less shy about it than normal too, normally he would, at most, see hand holding in public. He wouldn't see tongues outside of mouths unless someone was immaturely making fun of the other, and - well, let's just say that hte reasons he had seen those tongues outside of mouths were certainly <i>mature</i>.

Could something be affecting their behaviour? It was subtle, but since Lelouch - as previously established - was not stupid, he was able to pick up on such subtleties. Perhaps tonight at dinner at the - ah, she'd left the ticket for the meal on his desk... The Pink Pussycat? A strip club? It must be some form of steak place, though it hardly struck him as a profitable business - people would like their steaks in something other than strip more often than they would crave it that way, surely!

He reached into his school bag and pulled out the burner phone. Not his phone, of course. Lelouch Lamperouge couldn’t afford to be traced making late-day calls to insurgent cells. This was Zero’s phone: matte black, untraceable, and coded with a layered encryption algorithm he’d written himself between math lectures and student council meetings.

He keyed in the number from memory. A few rings, and the line clicked. “Hello?” came a voice, slightly breathless.

That wasn’t Ohgi. It was female, and Lelouch’s mind immediately filed and flagged the voiceprint - calm, smooth, slightly reserved. Villetta Nu. She didn’t identify herself, of course. Not while in her guise as Chigusa, and certainly not on an unsecured line. Still, he knew. He always knew.

“Ohgi,” Lelouch said, voice modulated into Zero’s controlled rasp.

A brief rustle, then the receiver shifted. Ohgi's voice soon followed.

“Zero. Sorry. She picked up- wasn’t expecting your call.”

Lelouch didn’t respond to the apology. “Is she still a liability?”

“No,” Ohgi said quickly - too quickly. “She’s… she’s calm. Cooperative. She doesn’t remember anything, and she’s not asking too many questions. She also fucks like a demon and for some reason she cannot get enough of me today. We’re being careful.”

Lelouch didn’t sigh, but his pause said enough. “You’re getting emotionally involved,” he said flatly.

“She saved my life,” Ohgi replied, low. “And if it weren’t for her, that entire last op would’ve gone to hell. She may not remember who she is, but she’s not our enemy right now, and - Oh fuck, right there! Oh, wow, your tongue is a miracle.”

Lelouch weighed that. Ohgi was loyal, decent. Too decent, sometimes. That made him useful — and vulnerable.

“…Fine,” he said at last. “Keep her close, but keep her quiet. If she even hints at recovering her memory-”

“I’ll take care of it,” Ohgi said, sounding oddly breathless. "Ohhh, your breasts! Ch-Chigusa, you-".

That, more than anything, made Lelouch uneasy. He ended the call without another word, slipped the phone back into his bag, and returned to his role - student, genius, heir, rebel. A dozen masks, and none of them safe to wear for too long.

Because in war - especially this one - the line between ally and threat was just one memory away. He would have to be ever mindful of the behaviour of those around him, just in case something like Geass was influencing their behaviour. When your enemy is an Empire that controls a little over a third of the planet, one cannot possibly be too paranoid.

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Outside the classroom, Shirley felt like she was walking on air. Her butt hurt from the self spanking, but - But she felt so alive! She rushed into the waiting arms of Milly Ashford and the two of them giggled like schoolgirls.

"So? Are you going to thank me?" Milly asked. "My advice worked, didn't it? Now you've got a hot date - and you're getting fucked in the ass on the regular!"

"I don't know why I doubted you," Shirley sighed. "At first it sounded disgusting, but the more you talked about it..."

"Of course, of course!" Milly giggled. "I've shipped the two of you for a long, long time! Now. When Kallen comes back to school, we need to have a nice long chat with her - and get her lap dancing for him as well. Any questions."

"But - " Shirley began to protest, but Milly soon shut her up with a good hard snog. By the time she'd pulled away, Shirley was glassy eyed, not really seeing what was going on around her, and said "Yes, of course. Kallen is really hot, she'll be amazing."

"Attagirl!" Milly giggled. "Gosh, I don't know how I'm doing it, but I'm getting everything I wanted today and then some! All I have to do is put a horny twist on it - And there's nobody around that does a horny twist quite like Milly Ashford! Now... I really should deal with the green haired girl Lelou thinks I don't know about that is sleeping in his ro~oom!"