Cornelia li Britannia wanted her sister to be useful. Really, she wanted that quite a bit. She'd tried to educate her on warfare, strategy, tactics, discipline - but none of it seemed to take. Furthermore, while she could handle herself appropriately when suitably motivated, without that motivation, she became weaker and more timid than Cornelia enjoyed.
When her little sister did show that fire, that spark, that sign that she was a true Princess within her bearing and manner, it sent a chill down her spine. She had the potential to be a tremendous leader, but lacked the confidence to assert her will in all but the most trying circumstances.
Ultimately, Cornelia had determined that the best thing for her was to find her niche. Where did her specialty lie? For herself, it was the art of war. For Schneizel, it was politics, though he was also quite a bit more talented at strategy than she was. For Clovis, it was art. For Odysseus, it was being the most bland, inoffensive human being ever to have regal blood in their veins. Guinevere? It was body count, but not in the same sense that Cornelia would mean it. She had more notches on her bedpost than most versions of Casanova.
In any event, if they had their own - let's call them niches - then it stood to reason Euphemia had one as well. Some hitherto undiscovered specialty that could make her tremendously useful to Britannia's advancement. If such a thing existed, Cornelia was hell bent on finding it. Dismissing out of hand the possibility that it could be something like 'compassion' or 'empathy'.
Perhaps science was the field that should be looked into? Euphemia seemed to struggle with aesthetics for art, and her sense of fashion was very... pink. Yes, that seemed like the right direction. To wit! They would visit this laboratory. Get a good, solid feel for her ability with technology and applied science.
"Are you sure this is the best use of our time?" Euphemia asked.
"Of course," Cornelia said. "A military might march on its stomach, but it is through technological advancement that it will thrive and flourish."
"I see," Euphemia said. "I understand that Lloyd Asplund will not be available today."
Yes. That was rather the point behind visiting today. Cornelia knew he was a talented man, but... A touch too eccentric. He might scare Euphemia off. No, no. A smarter move would be to keep that man from getting anywhere near Euphemia at a potentially formative moment. Better to let her figure out if this subject interested her in the slightest without his enthusiasm putting her off.
In any event, they arrived at ASEEC and found a strangely familiar-looking girl standing in a lab coat, looming over a machine. A pretty young blonde wearing glasses on the edge of her nose. She turned to notice them and seemed surprised at their arrival.
"Oh!" the girl said. "P-Princess Cornelia, Princess Euphemia! Pardon me, I was not informed that you were coming?"
"Is Miss Cecile occupied?" Cornelia asked. "It was my sincerest hope that she would be able to teach Euphemia about the work that goes on here."
"She's, um, running through some tests with Su- With Pilot Kururugi," the assistant said. She pushed her glasses up her nose. "Pardon me, I'm a little out of sorts. If I knew you were coming, I'd have -"
"No need, you're quite beautiful as you are!" Euphemia said. True enough. The girl was a natural beauty. If she thought this was her 'unprepared', then Cornelia wondered idly what she felt it looked like to be 'prepared'.
"Um, I think she should be finished with the tests soon!" the assistant said. "Pardon me, I'll go check on them. Can you wait here for a moment while I -"
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Shit, shit, shit, shit! Milly was panicking right now, instead of behaving like her usual glamorous, sexy self! To think that those two would arrive out of the blue like this! It was the perfect chance to corrupt from the very top! Why, if they got these two, not only could they take over Area Eleven, but they'd have a pipeline back to Pendragon!
She could have maybe Geassed one of them right there and then. Maybe. But it was a risky play. Were they even done with Cecile yet...? She had to go check it out, so she went into the back room and found -
Cecile was lying there naked, while Suzaku was rubbing her shoulders—a familiar smirk on her face.
"Well, well!" Cecile said in a familiar tone. "Am I to take it that you wanted to join us?"
"Oh, yes, but not right now!" Milly whispered. "We've got bigger problems to deal with! We have guests!"
"Yeah, well, why not turn them away?" Cecile shrugged. "Your ex-fiance isn't here, right?"
"It's Cornelia! And Euphemia!" Milly whispered quite insistently to them. "Do you think I’ would be panicking if it were someone else?"
"Oooh, Euphie's here...?" Suzaku asked. He kipped up, already fully erect. "Give her to me for five minutes and she'll be permanently Milly'd up!"
"She's not the only problem, though," Cecile said. "You ready to dick down Cornelia too? What's the bodyguard situation looking like?"
"They're lurking at the entrance of the lab," Milly said. "Our best bet might be a little divide and conquer action, if you know what I'm saying~"
"In which case..." Cecile giggled. "Shouldn't we get Cornelia first? I'm sure you're eager to rail your sweetheart, Suzaku dear, but do remember! Cornelia's the real threat here. Eliminate her first. Right?"
Right. That was the completely logical move. The only question was - how the hell to go about it without getting caught in the act?
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"Alright, your highness, this way please~" Cecile said, guiding Euphemia towards some machinery. "If it's alright, I would like to start with some of the basics of Knightmare design."
Perfect. Just what the doctor ordered. Cornelia was starting to feel a bit better about this plan - Cecile Croomy had quite the reputation for her ability as a scientist and researcher. She surely must be quite capable of handling matters like this. The experience of handling the Earl of Pudding would surely lead to that...
"Pardon me, your highness?" the assistant chirped up. "Ahem! While Miss Croomy goes over material I'm sure you've heard before, might we take a closer look, together, at Suzaku Kururugi's latest simulation with Lancelot...?"
Indeed, why not? Cornelia could see no reason to shy away. Something about this assistant seemed familiar, at any rate. There was a name at the tip of her tongue, and the more time she spent looking at the girl, the closer it was getting...
"Wait..." Cornelia said as epiphany hit her out of nowhere. "Aren't you little Milly?"
"Not so little anymore, Nelly~" Milly teased, suddenly turning around and tugging her glasses off her face - and staring Cornelia right in the eyes. Her eyes had this weird purplish tint around them and -
A strange sensation filled Cornelia's mind. It was a real clash of personalities. One of them was fun, playful, and more than a little naughty. The other was uptight, and took her responsibilities with a deadly seriousness. Even so, that iron will and sheer determination was nothing as before the power of the kings, and so that personality clash rapidly ended, leaving behind -
"Ooooh~" Cornelia cooed, running her hands up and down her curves. "How is this body still a virgin? Oh! That's right! She hyperfixated on her career instead of getting laid! Doctor, can you cure her of this affliction?"
"Moi?" Milly asked, "No, no. What you really need is this Japanese flavoured studmuffin pounding your pussy until you become a fully time Milly~"
She opened the door, and inside, she found Suzaku Kururugi lying there, propped up on his side as if he was posing for a magazine cover. Probably for a magazine called 'Prude to nympho in eleven easy steps'. Or perhaps that would be the title of the article?
Either way, the door was swinging shut behind her... and before too long, the Britannian military presence in Area Eleven was gonna wind up Millyfied from the head down!
"You know something~?" Cornelia playfully asked as she peeled off her trousers. Taking her time about it. Gotta tease the boy, don't we? "Maybe little Euphie's niche is 'fucking a Japanese stud into a coma'. Would you like to try it later?"
"It might be 'avoiding getting fucked into a coma by a Japanese stud'," Suzaku countered in that same teasing tone. "Oh, but we'll have to see, now won't we?"
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