Chapter 03: The Good Soldier.

To make this as clear as it can, all characters depicted, said or otherwise implied to have sexual relations are 18 years and older.

When morning arrived, Lelouch felt a wave of relief that Nunnally hadn't overheard the previous night's events, though after all that had transpired, her explanation jarring coming out of her mouth. She had worn headphones playing soothing ocean sounds since 'he would be making noise.' Their ever-watchful maid, Sayoko, had shot them both a knowing look during breakfast—a silent suggestion that she might have heard more than she admitted. Now, Lelouch believed that, as a loyal ally, she deserved the whole truth.

He also resolved to soundproof his room; the idea that his sister needed headphones to secure a peaceful sleep made him feel like he'd failed as a brother and a role model.

C.C. presented her own brand of unpredictability. She clung to him from the moment he awoke, refusing to let go until he promised they could shower together. Lelouch wondered if she was trying to pick up where they left off. Yet, she simply insisted on staying near without explanation. She sat closely beside him at breakfast, her eyes growing wistful as he departed for class. Still, she let him go after a kiss, a hug, and a promise to return with pizza.

Despite the peculiar morning, school passed without incident. However, Lelouch later messaged Kallen, asking her to meet with him after class and to bring Inoue along. Although he encountered her once or twice during the day, he remained tight-lipped about the matter.

“Trust me, this is something we’ll all need to discuss,” he had said when Kallen cornered him during the midday council meeting. Unfortunately, she had chosen a poor moment to press him.

"Hey, you two, why are you so far from the group? Are you lovebirds sharing a secret moment?" Milly suddenly interjected as if materializing out of thin air. Accustomed to her antics, Lelouch merely rolled his eyes in amusement. Kallen, however, flushed with memories of their intimacy, stammered, "It's not like that!"

As perceptive as ever, Milly sensed the truth behind Kallen's reaction.

Surrounded by faces ranging from shock to heartache—the latter being Shirley’s—Kallen stammered out, “He’s—! I mean! Shut up!” before burying her head in Lelouch’s chest, prompting him to wrap an arm around her as he rested his head in her hair.

Such a silent romantic gesture spoke volumes about their dynamic.

“Kallen, it’s a miracle you can keep secrets,” Lelouch teased, prompting Kallen to mutter something about him being an ass while she leaned closer.

"So, it's true? I always knew she was your type, Lelouch! Took you long enough to make a move!" Milly cheered, her devious glint belying the shrewd heiress within. He knew she'd have questions, but unlike Sayoko, he wouldn't reveal every detail. Both she and the Ashfords had enough entanglements with his family drama already.

Looking utterly dumbfounded, Suzaku finally spoke, "Wait, you and Kallen are dating?"

“Is there a problem with that?” Lelouch asked.

"Well…" Suzaku hesitated, glancing toward Shirley, whose expression mirrored deep pain as if witnessing patricide. Before Lelouch noticed where he was looking, he added, "No, it's just unexpected. You always seemed uninterested in such matters."

Shirley lingered as the room buzzed with congratulations and probing questions about the new couple, biting her lip in silent despair. Though Kallen had dismissed any notion of her and Lulu being together, the possibility might..did change, leaving Shirley's heart crushed as she watched Lulu in another's arms. "Lulu…"

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As much as they wished otherwise, their relationship's truth leaked. Kallen bet on Rivalz—knowing Nina rarely spoke, Shirley wouldn't gossip, and Milly understood that Kallen and Lelouch had kept quiet to avoid complications. In the end, Rivalz couldn't keep his mouth shut.

Even before the second class ended, whispers spread as "friends" demanded to know if it was true—if Ashford's icy prince had finally agreed to date one of them. Kallen tried to deny it, but the rumor had taken on a life of its own, merging with earlier gossip about the secret pregnancy.

One of her friends even asked if Lelouch was as good as they thought it would be, which Kallen flatly rejected, playing the meek, delicate persona expected of her. She insisted that lewd acts out of wedlock would tarnish her family’s reputation.

Deep down, Kallen knew she'd rather dye her hair blue than admit how many times she had ridden him, or confess that if she were any more daring. Leaving campus, she was met with compliments and jeers—students admiring her "achievement" and others openly scornful, whispering about why anyone would choose her over better options. Kallen secretly relished the thought of putting them in their place, for that royal ass was hers, while she was willing to share, not with them.

That smug mood faded when she met up with Lelouch and Inoue, with C.C. present, seated on his lap. However, her jealousy took a back seat when C.C. started explaining. She left nothing unsaid, which included her part in all of it.

Kallen cursed her lack of a strong drink to steady her nerves as anger welled up. "So, his troll of an uncle grew jealous that his brother could care for someone else, tricking Lelouch's mother into a secret meeting and attempting to kill her. She survived, yet she's still agreed with the invasion of my county to massacre and subjugate the Japanese?"

It went unsaid that seven other regions had been carved out since Japan fell, all through brutal wars that left nothing but ash and ruin for the natives. At the same time, the damned Britannians seized the best parts for themselves.

Kallen seethed—she had cursed Sakuradite for years, that abundant resource that made Japan a target and fuelled Britannia's war machine. Now, to learn that her parents's marriage had crumbled, her brother had lost his life, and her mother had reduced to a drug-addicted slave—all for some stupid pile of rocks on an island most Japanese couldn't even pinpoint—was unbearable.

If she were ever to grant Charles a swift death, that notion was abandoned; instead, she vowed to make his end slow and excruciating. He would suffer.

"Charles doesn't truly believe in Britannia's dogma; in fact, he despises it," C.C. remarked; she didn't know all the details of Charles and V.V.'s past and, truthfully, doubted anyone he cared.

Though familiar with such words, Lelouch felt his fury reignite in a steadier moment. He recalled that day—the flash of memory that haunted his nightmares—and the shattered faith, rage, and fear during his fateful audience with his father. If his father cared and truly protected them, why had he been kept in the dark? Why banish them to a country he planned to invade? Why were they left to die, as C.C. hadn't been an ever-present presence even during the war?

The answers only stoked his anger further. "He doesn't care enough to act. He has all the power, yet he's empty—void of compassion or empathy. They'll chase this twisted utopia no matter how many millions bleed."

C.C. sighed, conflicted over Marianne—a woman who was undeniably twisted and selfish despite being a breath of fresh air. Marianne had seemingly once trusted Lelouch to protect himself and Nunnally. Yet, she never cared enough to act, leaving a child to face a war unguarded.

Now, she could see the twisted logic behind it all. When they succeeded, the dead would return—so what did it matter if they perished in the process? Still, if Marianne cared so little about life, why had she asked C.C. to watch over them at all? C.C. had to accept that Marianne simply didn’t care.

Kallen felt the sting of her own heartlessness, burdened by the weight of her complicity. Meanwhile, Lelouch, despite his simmering fury, noticed C.C.'s distress. He offered a quick kiss on her head, and her eyes closed in contentment for a brief moment. She knew she'd made a mistake but was determined to correct it. She was with someone she didn't deserve but would stand by him now.

Suddenly, Kallen halted, a sick realization overwhelming her as she collapsed onto the rickety sofa in the cramped, old office. "Wait—if Nunnally was never there, why is she blind? That trauma… and her legs…"

Her confused question quickly dawned on both Inoue and Lelouch. Inoue went pale; this was too much, a new low. Lelouch’s horror morphed into disgust and pure hatred as painful memories surged forth. “They did this—implanting false memories to uphold a lie, even if it scarred their daughter. And to sell the story…” His voice broke as he recalled that day in the hospital when he, Schneizel, and Cornelia learned his sister would never walk again.

Nunnally, once a whirlwind of energy, now confined to a wheelchair, suffered deeply. At the Kururugi shrine, she would weep upon hearing the sound of footsteps—yearning to simply stroll, paddle in a pool, and stand. But that hope was lost, not to nameless assassins in the night, but by her own father's orders.

C.C. marveled that Lelouch didn't have a heart attack from all that fury. "I don't know what Charles did, but geass keeps Nunnally from seeing her truth. I can break it," she vowed.

Lelouch's tone turned icy. "I'm going to kill them all. V.V. may be immortal, but I will kill him a thousand times—burn him, seal his remains in a steel coffin, and dump him at sea."

Kallen was furious, leaping to her feet and prowling the room as if ready to beat anyone half to death. “We can deal with those bastards later,” she snapped. “Let’s focus on finding some explosives and blowing that Thought Elevator sky high—let them have the rubble as payback for Japan!”

“No,” C.C. interjected sharply, her expression unyielding even as Kallen’s fiery glare threatened. “If you get too close, they’ll grow suspicious. It’s in a worthless location, and if they suspect you know of its existence, they’ll act.”

“But—” Kallen began, only to be interrupted by Inoue, who gently rested a hand on her shoulder. Though equally enraged, Inoue understood C.C.’s caution.

“She’s right,” Inoue conceded. “We’ve seen how little they care about their own kids. If they think we can disrupt their plans, we’re doomed.”

They had risked everything for survival, and now the stakes were impossibly high. What could they do? Perhaps throw Tamaki at them to distract them while the rest strike?

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Tamaki grumbled, feeling disrespected again.

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C.C. interjected, "She's right. For now, I'm keeping my connection with Marianne. Breaking it off would be too suspicious—and I can feed her false intel about our movements. But we must be cautious. Charles and Marriane are bad, but they're not the worst; there's still V.V." Her eyes filled with fear as she clutched Lelouch tightly.

Lelouch understood her terror. Despite the overwhelming odds against Britannia and his own father, the empire was a cold, rational force led by a pragmatic, apathetic man who never moved without cause.

V.V. was not. “Someone willing to kill his sister-in-law out of childish jealousy needs little provocation. He could send geass-powered assassins after us at any moment. I assume he’s been silent because he’s been preoccupied?” Lelouch observed, picturing his vindictive, petty uncle acting on pure impulse.

C.C. nodded. "That's why Charles sent you to Japan—to show V.V. he didn't care. Now that you're working with me, at least they know where I am, so they're holding back… for now."

Kallen scoffed, “So even if we play dumb, we’re on a timer.” C.C.’s agreement prompted Kallen to curse as she kicked an old, fragile chair aside in frustration.

Inoue grumbled, overwhelmed by the unfolding mess, "How did this get so tangled? I thought we were gaming the system, not vice-versa. We weren't to deal with the spiteful imperial spymaster, but he's an immortal man-child?!"

Lelouch saved that thought for later. "No, the board isn't lost. Inoue, your input is invaluable. Thanks to C.C., we know our enemy, and I won't face this alone." He kissed C.C.'s forehead, leaving her momentarily swooning—a sight Kallen denied any jealousy over.

“We need to strategize, rally allies, build resources, and develop counters for geass,” he declared.

“Fine—but I’m still ordering 300kgs of explosives,” Kallen pouted, drawing a laugh from Lelouch.

Then, in a hushed tone, everyone heard, C.C. asked, "Lelouch, should I cure Nunnally's blindness?"

“No…” Kallen frowned, understanding how deeply that decision pained him.

“My fath…Charles blinded her for a reason; he'd react if Nunnally suddenly regained her sight. And I can't simply move her someplace safe. For now, we must maintain the act, no matter how much I despise it." Lelouch spat, his disdain for Charles as a parent deepening—he felt he and Nunnally were essentially parentless.

"Despite that, aren't you still chasing the ghost of who killed your mother?" Inoue prodded.

"Yes… but I'll switch my focus to a worthy goal. I want to create a world where Nunnally can live free, where injustice is met with punishment—starting with freeing Japan," he declared, his intense gaze unyielding and, in Inoue's opinion, kinda hot.

“We should worry about the geass order too. Any tips, C.C.?” Kallen asked.

C.C. sighed, "I led it years ago, but things have changed. I'll gather more details when I can." She suspected much of the old leadership had been long 'replaced.'

That matter was postponed for now. Inoue shifted the topic to the upcoming Narita attack. “Let’s focus on our plans...”

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As the battle day approached, Lelouch—with C.C., Kallen, and Inoue's help—revised the plans to limit the power of their artificial hydrovolcanic eruption. Their aim was twofold: to focus its impact on Cornelia's troops and reduce collateral damage, especially after Kallen pointed out that his earlier math would have buried half the town in a landslide.

Lelouch's objectives had also shifted. Initially, he planned to capture Cornelia alive to question her since she led his mother's guard. But with the truth uncovered—and the grim realization that his mother wasn’t worth it—that approach had to change. Kallen had suggested killing her outright, yet both Inoue and C.C. disagreed.

Though formidable and terrible, Cornelia believed in his father's lies of Britannian dominance, but she was not versed in counter-terror tactics, which they could use against her. Should she fall or be slain, Charles or Schneizel would be forced to react; how could they not when losing their poster woman general would undoubtedly spark a response from the European or Chinese forces that might seize the opportunity in the wake of Britannia's greatest general's demise. For now, they resolve to fight similarly but avoid capturing her. Instead, they planned to push her back and make her think she was in danger.

They also briefed their commanders. Inoue had wanted to inform everyone, but he feared mass panic since this wasn't a mere gang skirmish but a pitched battle against Cornelia's elite troops. C.C. and Kallen agreed on limiting the briefing to command staff to reduce the chances of desertion and damaging morale.

When the day came, despite initial fear among his forces, the support of their commanders—especially an enthusiastic Tamaki—galvanized everyone into position. This allowed Guren to initiate the attack by demolishing the mountain itself. Cornelia had already inflicted heavy losses, leaving both sides reeling as they clashed head-on with her forces.

However, Cornelia's forces recovered faster than expected. But help arrived from the JLF, or rather, from Tohdoh. Lelouch had wondered where the honorable samurai was hiding, perhaps lying in ambush. Either way, his surprise attack stretched Cornelia's troops thin, allowing them to corner her forces while Kallen prepared to cripple her unit before they could retreat on false reports.

"Well, look on the bright side: no one will know the report was fabricated," C.C. mused. She and Lelouch had taken refuge in a damp cave, far from the worst of the fighting. The natural formation, filled with stalactites and stalagmites, provided a rare, untouched haven.

Neither Lelouch nor C.C. had discovered this place for its ambiance. Instead, it had become their sanctuary after the white knightmare from Shinjuku and the hotel jacking forced them. Matching the Guren's performance, it not only had energy shields but now had two swords and a rifle capable of blasting at least 200m of mud, dirt, and debris, clearing a path to Cornelia.

“I’d have gotten rid of it if the stupid ground hadn’t given way,” Kallen pouted, which made her look adorable. Her element of surprise against the white unit had nearly allowed her to damage it, saving them much pain.

But she couldn’t, and it chased Zero down, nearly capturing him after disabling his Burai, if not for C.C.’s timely intervention.

“I felt you were in danger,” she said when asked, having saved his life by inducing a shock-image trance in the enemy pilot.

“Sure, this isn’t a complete victory, but it’s still a win,” Inoue encouraged. “We bought the JLF time to pull out—Ohgi confirmed it—and forced Cornelia into a bloody stalemate. How many can claim that?”

"Still, we should leave now. We shouldn't keep the others waiting," Lelouch noted. Kallen had been celebrating with the rest when she realized Zero and C.C. were missing. Lelouch had contacted her, explaining they'd need a pick-up, with Inoue tagging along.

“Right, I saw someone approaching outside,” Kallen replied, having stood near the exit.

“When?” Lelouch asked.

"It was while we rode on the Guren," she explained. "They were a lone figure, trying to stay hidden so they wouldn't be noticed." Riding on the Guren's shoulder, Inoue admitted she hadn't seen anything—though any stranger would surely have spotted her uniform and Japanese features.

“A lone soldier? Here?” Inoue asked, reaching for her gun.

Lelouch remained unconcerned. “If it were JLF, they wouldn’t hide. It must be some Britannian operative.” There’s a slight chance it’s a JLF dissident, but the odds are slim.

“You think Cornelia knows about this place?” C.C. asked.

“Doubtful,” Lelouch chuckled. “If the Lancelot reported me on foot, she’d have sent more. Likely a separated pilot, we’ll capture and interrogate them for info.” Maybe I can use my Geass to turn them into a sleeper agent.”

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Outside, Villetta kept a low profile as she approached the cave, recalling how things had been up to this point. Jeremiah had desperately tried to redeem himself by charging Zero without fear, only to be defeated—defeated, not killed—though she refused to believe otherwise. Still, she accepted that he was wrong, that the Elevens had built a unit nearly comparable to the Lancelot or at least found someone capable of creating one.

She had been the last of the Purebloods to fall and got sent flying in another direction to the others. With her radio out of commission, she was forced to take shelter and wait out the worst of it. When the explosions finally subsided, she made her move.

Trekking through the woods, Villetta cursed the discomfort of her pilot suit's design. Her heels dug unevenly into the soft dirt, and she exposed plump, toned thighs as branches scratched her skin. "It's fine for knightmare combat," she mused, "but when this is over, I need a suit more like the others wear." Proud of her feminine features, she nonetheless knew some compromises were necessary.

Her plan was simple: find Jeremiah, who would need assistance, and regroup with the others. That was until she spotted the red unit—the same one that had decisively defeated Jeremiah. On its shoulder sat a woman, speaking over the radio in Japanese, a language Villetta couldn't understand.

This was an opportunity she couldn't miss. That red unit had to be the Black Knights' ace and likely close to Zero. Before her radio broke, she'd heard that the Lancelot was after Zero, suggesting the masked man was nearby—perhaps on foot.

Sticking to trees and bushes to avoid detection as her suit tore slightly with each step, she followed until she saw the unit halt by a cave entrance, its young pilot entering alongside the first soldier.

“That must be his hiding spot,” Villetta thought excitedly. With the element of surprise and pistol in hand, she envisioned capturing Zero and his machine. “Viceroy Cornelia will finally acknowledge us Purebloods—our honor redeemed, and maybe I’ll even earn a proper noble title.”

Still, she hadn’t caught her “black rabbit” yet—she’d seen what happened when anyone underestimated Zero twice. Cautiously, Villetta approached the cave entrance, debating whether to remove her shoes for better balance but deciding against it. Pistol at the ready, she slipped inside. She didn’t need to venture deep; Zero’s synthesized voice carried, and peeking around a corner, she saw his back turned as he calmly conversed in Japanese with two newcomers.

“Rookie mistake,” Villetta whispered, knowing better than to let her guard down on a battlefield.

“Same as you,” came a voice from behind. Villetta’s eyes widened before C.C. sprang forward, seizing her pistol-wielding hand and quickly disarming her. Villetta fought back, but despite her smaller, weaker frame, C.C.’s centuries of experience meant a few bruises were nothing. Soon, C.C. had her restrained while the other three advanced. Inoue moved to help secure their captive, and Villetta cursed silently—she’d been played. Of course, Zero wouldn’t have been alone. Now, disarmed and surrounded by armed foes.

“Well?” Kallen prompted, impatient for Zero to geass the captive.

“I’ve seen this one before,” Zero remarked, confusing the captured woman.

“Probably from when we saved Kururugi,” Kallen guessed nonchalantly. Villetta began to recognize her—the driver from that day. No wonder she wore a mask; she never thought Zero had another Britannian teen on his side.

“No…” Zero shook his head. He recognized the cautious, beautiful yellow eyes and long, glistening steel-blue hair. A chuckle escaped him—a sound that chilled Villetta as she imagined the fate awaiting her captive.

“Well, it would seem our plan won’t work,” Zero declared.

“Why’s that?” C.C. asked.

"Because I've already used it on her," Zero said, reaching for his helmet and removing it to reveal a smirking face. "When I stole her knightmare."

As the others wondered at his recklessness, everything fell into place for Villetta. She’d thought she was chasing a Zero agent, but now the fog lifted. It was him—a Britannian student leading an insurgency, defying the crown.

“Wait, you remembered me?” Kallen asked. Villetta’s heart pounded at the realization; this was the chance to eliminate a threat before more damage could be done, and she’d gladly take it.

“Probably not enough to piece it all together—else Cornelia would have stormed Ashford already,” Lelouch remarked candidly.

Turning to their captive, his smirk deepened. “Two Knights of Round are teens—I’m sure I’m older than the Knight of Six. But I suppose that doesn’t matter, does it?”

“You wouldn’t tell me all this if you planned on letting me live,” Villetta shot back. As she spoke, she noticed his gaze sliding down her body, taking in the torn edges of her pilot uniform and more of her exposed skin.

Her heart skipped at the hungry intensity in his eyes—a feeling she knew too well. Still, she'd never experienced such a heady rush.

Slapping her legs together, her face flushed, she yelled, “Keep your eyes to yourself and just finish it!”

Inoue caught the exchange and, like Kallen, saw an opportunity. However, while the redhead sought to eliminate a potential enemy, Inoue eyed a chance to gain an ally. Leaning closer to Villetta—who didn't recoil—Inoue murmured, "I wouldn't be so hasty, Lelouch. You wouldn't have noticed, but she shivered when you acknowledged her beauty."

"H-hey, I'm not going to be your sick plaything!" Even as C.C. observed her diminishing resistance, Villetta protested, noting she seemed almost eager.

“Plaything? Oh no, we’d never do that,” Inoue smiled, drawing nearer to the dark-skinned beauty. “But you shivered again? Do you like the idea of being taken right here, right now? Kallen and C.C. can attest that he knows how to leave a woman satisfied.”

Villetta’s blush deepened as she fidgeted, her eyes lingering on Lelouch’s pants.

“Another one?” C.C. teased.

“Another route,” Inoue confirmed. “We could kill you and be done with it, but wouldn’t it be better if you joined our side?”

“You mean join my growing group of lovers?” Lelouch quipped, earning a smirk from C.C.

“Don’t pretend you aren’t a little interested. I can sense your arousal. We could handle that later, but why wait when someone’s willing right now?” C.C. pressed.

“I-I’m n-not willing to do a-anything!” Villetta stammered, though her actions betrayed her.

With a sly smile, C.C. leaned in, whispering against her ear, “So, if we let you go, would you fight if Lelouch ‘convinced’ you to see our ways?”

Their captive—no longer merely a captive, but a willing guest—shifted onto her knees, desire to shine in her eyes as Kallen whispered, "Not even I am fighting you on this."

Kallen stepped aside, a hint of redness on her cheeks. “…It’d be pretty hot to see him take an uppity Brit and give her a dose of humility.”

"Enough," Lelouch declared, his gaze fixed unwaveringly on Villetta. After all, he could finally admit he wasn't against this passionate indulgence. Villetta was breathtaking—a statuesque beauty with straight, clear steel blue hair and hungry yellow eyes that ignited his desire. Her flawless dark skin, soft and inviting, and ample curves—even accentuated by the tear-streaked remnants of her pilot uniform—captivated him utterly.

“Villetta, I want an honest answer,” he insisted in a low, commanding tone.

“Okay…” she murmured, her eyes glazing with lust and anticipation.

"Do you want me to take you?" Lelouch asked his tone both teasing and demanding. In an instant, she leaped forward, and he caught her as she wrapped her arms around him and pressed her lips fiercely to his. Their kiss deepened rapidly—his tongue probing hers while her soft moans filled the space, each touch fanning the flames of desire.

The intensity of their embrace did not escape the others, who stepped back to give them privacy, treating the unfolding passion like a private performance. Minutes passed as they remained locked in their heated exchange, Villetta’s body trembling with longing.

Finally, they pulled apart. Villetta’s eyes fluttered upward in a daze, yet her flushed expression betrayed deep satisfaction.

“You taste wonderful, Villetta,” Lelouch murmured. “But let’s move on to even more exciting parts.” His words, a sultry invitation.

“On your knees.” He ordered with a voice so deep and commanding that she felt herself getting wetter as she scurried off his lap, getting on her knees before him as Lelouch opened up his legs. Her gaze immediately went towards his crotch, where she could make out a delicious bulge. She just knew that he was big and it was waiting for her.

"Take it all off." Lelouch would never do this with Kallen or C.C. The former was far too commanding, and the other was too into sweet, wholesome lovemaking. But Villetta? Not only was she a former enemy who had done horrible things, but she was getting off on him, which only made him harder.

Villetta proved how eager she was as she didn't hesitate to reach for his pants; finding the zipper, she pulled it and then his pants down, revealing a pair of briefs underneath, one with a little drop of pre-cum staining it. She couldn't resist and pressed her nose against it, taking a sniff of his manhood and feeling the hot cock throb against her face; her pussy started to leak more as, God, he was thicker than she had hoped.

She didn't stop, as while she would have been happy to lap at him like a good servant, he told her to take all off, and she wouldn't disobey. Lelouch smirked as it seemed like he didn't need a geass with her; she was a naturally submissive person as she pulled his underwear down his legs, exposing his thick, throbbing member to the cold air as he let out a relaxed breath. Villetta gasped at the sight of it, as she felt her insides stir at such a sight as he…he was so big, would it even fit? Would he care if he didn't and kept ramming it into her?

She hoped so; she wanted him to ravage her body so much, but she had to wait. Her master hadn't given her any further orders, and she didn't want to disappoint him.

Lelouch felt his ego being stroked at her expression, as she would be the third woman to think he was impressive. A glance to the side showed that Naomi was just as awestruck by it, while Kallen and C.C. looked like they wanted a taste. They wouldn't need to wait long, as forget waiting till later. After he claimed his new woman, he would take all of them; his pride demanded nothing less.

“Suck on it, don’t stop till I tell you to.” He ordered as Villetta shivered as she gazed at her, those eyes stripping her and leaving her wanting so much more. But it was his order that got to her as she smiled at him, her gloved hand gently grasping his cock, the woman marveling at how she couldn't wrap her hand around it.

"Yes, master." She replied as she licked her lips before Villetta leaned forward, mouth open as Villetta captured the head of his cock into her mouth, her eyes rolling back as she got a taste of his cock and instantly loving it as she worked her way down, all the while her tongue lathered it with all the attention he deserved from her.

Lelouch let out a moan as she experienced the moist, warm passage that was in her mouth as she took him deeper, swallowing inch after inch, sucking on him as her tongue wrapped around it the best it could. "You're such a good cock sucker, aren't you?" He asked, more to give the others a show as they looked so needy now.

Popping off his cock, Villetta looked as happy as she could be, though it was driven by subservient lust and then some innocent joy as she pressed his wet, saliva-covered cock to her face. "Thank you, master."

"Have you sucked off others?" Lelouch asked her, smiling as she looked panicked as if caught doing some crime.

"Only once master, I'm always busy with work." She quickly explained, as she didn't want him to think she wasn't for him, only to let out a cry-fused moan when he grabbed her ponytail and pulled her closer, glaring at her.

“That changes. You’re mine, understand. You can play with the others, but no other man can even touch you, understand?” He told her, his grip on her tightening as she grew wetter.

“I wouldn’t want that! I have such a great master with a wonderfully thick cock, no one can do.” She cried out as Lelouch smirked and relaxed his hold, a hand resting on her cheek, which she leaned into.

"Good, get back to sucking," Lelouch told her as she did just that, taking him back into her mouth, half his cock vanishing like it was no deal as she started giving him what had to be the messiest blow-job, but it turned him on so damn much.

“God, that’s the guy you’re boning?” Inoue asked as…shit, the main character was never this forceful as Lelouch grabbed onto Villetta's head and controlled how fast she moved, not that Villetta seemed to mind; the woman looked like she orgasmed right there and then.

“He’s…not that forceful with me.” C.C. found herself blushing as when she and Lelouch finally had a night together, he had been such a prince charming, uttering her name with such love as he slowly thrust into her, driving her to a few orgasms before he finished in her.

“Fuck, it’s so hot seeing him.” Kallen was the most turned out of all of them. Having awoken a fetish about her seeing her lover taking such arrogant and vile women and turning them into such subservient little bitches. She wondered if, only for a moment, she couldn't get him and her stepmother into a room together. Maybe she wouldn't be such a cunt if her cunt was rammed by him. 

“Don’t worry, I didn’t forget about the rest of you.” Lelouch turned his eyes towards them, eyes that seemed less like a man and more like a breeding bull, his hold on Villetta never ceasing as he picked up the speed, forcing her to take his entire cock, deepthroating him as he let out a throaty groan of approval. “We’re not leaving till I’ve taken all of you.”

“All-” Naomi stated, but he smiled at her, and that look, yup, her panties were a lost cause.

"All of you, don't think you're getting out of this, Naomi. You started this, so you're going to get fucked just like everyone else." He turned away from them, as damn, even his first time, he had better endurance than this, but Villetta's tongue and throat were another level. “Villetta, you’re something else, I’m close.”

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This week, I started this before I handled my other Friday upload, so I wasn't nearly as exhausted or pressed for time as last week. Of course, because of that error, I had to get a little creative, as there was stuff that should have been mentioned in the previous chapter but couldn't fit. Luckily, with the stuff for chapter 3, it wasn't impossible to fit things in after carefully editing it.