Story: CG Sexy Secret Santa

 

The student council room at Ashford carried a different atmosphere than usual. It had been three days since the gift exchange, and the atmosphere among the group had shifted from festive cheer to a thick, buzzing tension. Milly Ashford lounged across the main table, her legs crossed, the heart-shaped pendant resting against the valley of her cleavage. She toyed with the jewelry, her purple eyes scanning the room with a predatory glint.

"Does anyone else feel like the air is a bit... heavy today?" Milly asked, her voice a honeyed drawl.

Nina Einstein sat rigidly in her chair, the Glasses of Seeking perched on her nose. To her, the world was no longer just furniture and classmates. Golden, shimmering lines traced paths across the floor, leading toward specific points of contact. A bright, pulsing vein of light connected her own hand to the crook of Rivalz's thigh.

"I-I think it is just the heating," Nina stammered, though her gaze was locked on the golden path. "It is very warm in here."

Rivalz Cardemonde leaned back, his hands shoved into the pockets of his jacket, the Groping Gloves hidden from view. He wasn't looking at the conversation. He was focusing on the tactile feedback humming through his fingertips. He could feel the texture of the fabric of Nina's skirt, the heat of her skin beneath it, and the slight tremor in her leg.

"Warm is good," Rivalz said, his voice sounding slightly strained. "Keeps us from freezing. Right, Kallen?"

Kallen Kozuki stood by the window, her arms crossed. She looked agitated. She had taken one of the Placebo Pills earlier, expecting a boost in energy for her Black Knights duties, but the effect had been... skewed. She felt a strange, tingling pressure in her chest, a heavy warmth that made her blazer feel tighter than usual.

"I feel like I am suffocating in this uniform," Kallen muttered, tugging at the lapels of her jacket.

Milly smirked. She gripped the pendant, focusing her will on the room. She didn't just want them to feel warm; she wanted them to burn. She dialed up the lust, imagining a wave of raw, unfiltered desire crashing over her subordinates.

"Maybe we should all just relax," Milly suggested, her voice vibrating with a hidden command. "Take off the restrictive layers. We are all friends here, aren't we?"

Nina's glasses flared. The golden path to Rivalz turned a deep, throbbing red. A new path appeared, leading from her lips to the crook of Milly's neck. The instructions in the corner of her vision were explicit: Kneel. Kiss. Worship.

"I... I suppose we could," Nina whispered. She stood up, her movements robotic yet driven by a hunger she didn't understand.

Rivalz didn't wait. He closed his eyes, extending the telekinetic reach of the gloves. He didn't just touch Nina's thigh now; he reached inside. He felt the slide of her panties, the dampness already gathering there. He gripped her clit through the lace, applying a rhythmic, squeezing pressure.

Nina let out a sharp, strangled gasp, her back arching.

"Nina? You okay?" Rivalz asked, though his grin told a different story.

"I... I just... something felt... oh!" Nina collapsed forward, her hands landing on the table.

Milly laughed, a rich, throaty sound. She stood up and walked toward Kallen. As she approached, the pendant glowed. Kallen's breathing became ragged. The tingling in her chest intensified, the fabric of her bra beginning to strain. With a soft, audible pop, the underwire of her bra snapped.

"Kallen, dear, you look like you are bursting out of those clothes," Milly noted, reaching out to brush a stray hair from Kallen's face.

"I don't know what is happening," Kallen panted, her chest heaving. Her breasts were visibly expanding, the curves pushing outward, filling the blazer until the buttons strained. The Placebo Pills had reacted to a subconscious desire for a more commanding feminine presence, and now they were delivering in overdrive. "They... they won't stop growing."

"How fascinating," Milly whispered, her hand sliding down to cup one of Kallen's swelling mounds. "So soft. So heavy. I think we need to get you out of that jacket before you rip it."

Milly's fingers worked the buttons with practiced ease. As the blazer fell away, Kallen's breasts spilled forward, the white fabric of her bra now completely useless, the cups overflowing with pale, trembling flesh. Her nipples were hard, dark peaks poking through the thin lace.

"Look at you," Milly purred. "A real goddess of the season."

Rivalz finally pulled his hands from his pockets, the gloves humming. He stepped behind Nina, who was still trembling from the phantom touch. He didn't use the telekinesis this time; he used his actual hands, sliding them under the hem of her skirt.

"You're so wet, Nina," Rivalz murmured into her ear. "Were you thinking about me?"

"I... I can't stop seeing... the lines," Nina moaned, her head lolling back. "The glasses... they tell me you want this. They tell me I want this."

Rivalz hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties and ripped them aside with a single, decisive tug. The sound of tearing fabric echoed in the quiet room. He found her pussy drenched, the folds of her lips glistening with clear lubricant. He slid two fingers inside her with a wet, squelching sound.

"Shlick, shlick," Rivalz whispered, mimicking the sound of his fingers sliding in and out of her tight channel. "You're like a little fountain, aren't you?"

Nina let out a loud, uncontrolled wail of pleasure, her hips bucking against his hand.

Meanwhile, Milly had Kallen pinned against the window. The pendant was working overtime, turning Kallen's hatred of Britannia into a raw, desperate need for the woman holding her. Kallen's hands, usually meant for combat, gripped Milly's waist, pulling the blonde closer.

"I hate this," Kallen groaned, even as she pressed her massive, aching breasts against Milly's chest. "I hate how much I want you to touch me."

"Hate is just love with a different name, darling," Milly replied. She reached down, sliding her hand under Kallen's skirt, finding the heat between her legs. Milly's fingers were nimble, finding the clit and flicking it with a precision that made Kallen's knees buckle.

"Nngh! Milly!" Kallen screamed, her head snapping back.

The room had descended into a fever dream of touch and sound. The air was thick with the smell of sex and pheromones. Rivalz had Nina draped over the table, her legs spread wide. He had discarded his pants, his cock standing rigid and pulsing, a thick vein running along the shaft. He spat on his palm, lubricating the head of his member before positioning it at the entrance of Nina's pussy.

"Ready for the real thing, Nina?" Rivalz asked, his voice husky.

"Please... just... put it in!" Nina begged, her eyes wide and unfocused behind the glasses.

Rivalz thrust forward. The sound was a loud, wet thud as he buried himself to the hilt. Nina's breath left her in a long, whistling hiss. He began to move, his thrusts vigorous and unrefined. The sound of their bodies colliding was a rhythmic slap, accompanied by the squelching of fluids.

"Oh god, you're so tight," Rivalz groaned, his balls slapping against her perineum with every drive. "I can feel your walls gripping me, squeezing the life out of my cock."

"More... harder!" Nina cried, her fingers clawing at the mahogany table.

Across the room, Milly had stripped Kallen completely. The half-Japanese girl was a vision of contrast, her athletic build paired with the absurdly enlarged breasts that continued to swell slightly with every surge of lust. Milly knelt before her, her tongue darting out to lick a trail from Kallen's navel up to the underside of her left breast.

"You taste like adrenaline and desire," Milly murmured.

Kallen reached down, grabbing Milly's hair and pulling her face closer. "Shut up and use your mouth, Milly."

Milly obeyed, latching onto one of Kallen's engorged nipples. She sucked hard, her tongue swirling around the areola, creating a loud, slurping sound. Kallen let out a guttural moan, her hips grinding forward.

"I can't... I'm going to..." Kallen gasped.

Milly didn't stop. She moved her hand down, her fingers diving into Kallen's wetness. She found the G-spot and pressed hard, her finger hooking upward. Kallen's body stiffened, her toes curling. A loud, prolonged scream escaped her as her orgasm hit, her pussy clamping down on Milly's fingers in rhythmic spasms. A spray of female ejaculate hit Milly's wrist, hot and sticky.

"My, my," Milly giggled, licking the fluid from her skin. "You really were full of it."

Rivalz was reaching his limit. He pulled out of Nina with a loud, wet pop, the vacuum of her pussy creating a suction sound. He gripped his cock, stroking it rapidly as he watched Nina collapse in a heap of trembling limbs.

"I'm cumming!" Rivalz yelled.

He unleashed a thick, white rope of semen that arched through the air, splashing across Nina's stomach and breasts. He continued to pulse, several more jets of cum landing on her skin, smelling of chlorine and musk.

Nina looked down at the mess, her glasses sliding down her nose. She didn't look disgusted; she looked hungry. She reached down, scooping up a handful of the warm liquid and rubbing it over her own clit.

"We aren't done yet," Nina whispered, her voice sounding different, more assertive. The glasses were showing her a new path. A path that led toward Kallen.

Milly noticed the shift. She looked at Kallen, then at Nina. A slow, wicked smile spread across her face. She gripped the pendant, focusing the energy of the room into a single, unified point of obsession.

"I think we are missing something," Milly said, standing up and stepping toward them. "A group effort. That is what the student council is all about, isn't it?"

Kallen, still recovering from her peak, looked at Nina. The lust emanating from the pendant made the sight of Nina's flushed face and messy body irresistible. Kallen crawled toward her, her massive breasts swinging with every movement.

"You look... delicious," Kallen murmured.

Nina didn't hesitate. She reached out, grabbing Kallen's breasts and squeezing them with a strength that surprised both of them. "They're so big. I want to feel them against me."

The two women collided in a tangle of limbs. Kallen pushed Nina onto her back, sliding her body between Nina's legs. Kallen's pussy was still dripping, the fluids lubricating the contact as she ground her clit against Nina's. The sound was a wet, sliding friction, a shlicking noise that filled the room.

"Yes... right there," Nina moaned, her legs wrapping around Kallen's waist.

Milly joined them, her hands roaming over both women. She focused the pendant on the concept of lesbianism, amplifying the attraction until the two girls were practically fusing together. Milly leaned down, her tongue finding the seam of Kallen's lips while her hand worked Nina's clit.

"Who is the good girl?" Milly whispered. "Who wants to be filled up?"

"I do!" Nina screamed, her body arching again.

"Me too!" Kallen yelled, her voice breaking.

The three of them became a chaotic knot of flesh. Kallen's enlarged breasts were pressed between Nina and Milly, the soft tissue flattening and molding to their bodies. The sounds were a symphony of eroticism: the wet slaps of skin, the heavy panting, the occasional loud moan of surrender.

Rivalz watched from the sidelines, his cock already hardening again. He didn't feel left out; he had the gloves. He reached out telekinetically, feeling the internal heat of all three women. He could feel the way Kallen's pussy was pulsing, the way Nina's walls were twitching, and the way Milly's core was humming with power.

He began to manipulate them from a distance, adding phantom touches to their most sensitive spots. He simulated the feeling of a tongue on Nina's clit and a finger deep inside Kallen's ass.

"What is that?" Kallen gasped, her eyes rolling back. "I feel... something else... someone is touching me!"

"It's the spirit of Christmas," Rivalz joked, though his voice was thick with lust.

He stepped back into the fray, his cock sliding between the two women. He found the gap between Kallen's thigh and Nina's hip, rubbing his shaft against the wetness they had created together.

"I think there is room for one more," Rivalz said.

He pushed himself into Kallen, the entry a loud, squelching slide. Kallen let out a sharp cry, her breasts bouncing violently as he began to hammer into her. At the same time, Milly moved to Nina, her mouth finding Nina's nipples, sucking them into her mouth with a wet, vacuum-like sound.

"Oh god... oh god!" Nina wailed, her body caught between Milly's mouth and Rivalz's rhythm.

The intensity peaked. The room seemed to vibrate with the sheer amount of sexual energy. The pendant glowed a blinding purple, the Glasses of Seeking flashed a brilliant gold, and the Groping Gloves pulsed with a rhythmic blue light.

Lelouch, who had been observing from the doorway in a state of frozen shock, felt the wave of lust hit him. He didn't even have a magical gift active, but the ambient energy was enough to make his trousers feel three sizes too small.

"Lelouch!" Milly called out, her voice a command. "Don't just stand there. The council is having a meeting. Your presence is required."

Lelouch didn't fight it. He couldn't. He stepped into the room, his movements drawn by the same invisible strings that had manipulated the others. He felt the heat, the smell of sweat and sex, and the sight of his friends in a state of total debauchery.

He walked toward them, his eyes locking onto the image of Kallen's massive breasts heaving as Rivalz drove into her. He felt a surge of desire so powerful it eclipsed his usual analytical mind.

"I suppose," Lelouch said, his voice trembling, "that I should contribute to the team effort."

He knelt behind Nina, his hands finding her hips. He leaned forward, his tongue tasting the salt and semen on her skin. As he did, Milly reached out and grabbed his tie, pulling him down into the mess of bodies.

The afternoon stretched into evening. The student council room became a sanctuary of sin, where titles and ranks meant nothing, and the only thing that mattered was the friction of skin on skin. They moved from one position to another, exploring every orifice, every sensitivity, driven by the magical artifacts that had turned their Secret Santa into a lifelong awakening.

By the time they finally collapsed, the room was a disaster. Clothes were strewn everywhere, the table was stained with various fluids, and the air was heavy with the scent of a dozen different climaxes.

Milly lay on her back, the pendant resting on her chest, a look of absolute satisfaction on her face.

"Now that," she whispered, glancing at the exhausted group, "is how you celebrate the holidays."

Lelouch, lying sprawled across the floor with his head resting on one of Kallen's oversized breasts, sighed. He knew he would have to figure out how to reverse the effects eventually, but as he felt the softness of the flesh beneath him, he decided that the investigation could wait until tomorrow.