Krakatoa 3

Krakatoa

Chapter 3

-VB-

I left the immediate area and flew around the Shinjuku Ghetto while using my psychic power as a life sign detector and moving myself out of anyone's sight.

Wouldn't want rumors of mysterious man flying unassisted to reach the ears of any Geass Order operatives.

It took me a while but I found a familiar train track among the ruined buildings that a supply train would pass by. This would be the place Lelouch helped Kallen.

Good. I could track Kallen from this point on.

I sat in one of the many abandoned buildings and let the stey play out as it should.

At least, I would let canon happen until I could get my grubby hands on Kallen. And Milly. And Shirley. And Nina.

Hmm. Was I going for most of the girls?

He'll, why stop there? There were plenty of other women out there, and with alchemy, I could literally conjure myself up wealth.

… well, I guessed that I already had a plan for a very debaucherous lifestyle.

Actually, I wanted a knightmare for myself as well. Could I convert a part of this ghetto as my personal fiefdom?

… hell, that's a better plan.

With how bribable Britannians are, I could make gold bars, open bank accounts with them, bribe the officials in charge of redevelopment, buy the Shinjuku Ghetto as my private land, and redevelop it.

Bruh, I'm getting more excited about property redevelopment than seducing hot girls into my harem.

Do… Do I have hots for money?

I held onto my laughter for exactly three and a half seconds before I burst out laughing at the ridiculousness that I cooked up at the end of my train of thoughts.

However, property development would actually be something valuable. If I were to make Code Geass Japan as my main "hub" once I started exploring other worlds, then I would have someplace that I had history and power in.

Yes, it was still a good plan.

"Alright. Kallen, you'll have to wait until I have a few officials bribed," I said, mostly to myself.

And then I decided to try out another ability of Espers.

Teleportation.

Ignoring the battle happening at the street level, I used the top floor of this abandoned building to practice teleporting. I actually got it down before the battle ended!

-VB-

With my fake passport, a meeting with a bank manager, and a suitcase of gold bars, I opened up a bank account with Charles Colonial Bank, which was one of the many banks of Area 11 for Beitannian use only.

Next, I gifted the bank manager some money to get me in contact with one of the higher-ups of the bank. Then I gifted that higher-up to get me in contact with the colonial government.

Finally, I bribed the man - while secretly filming the bribery and acceptance of it - to let me take over Shinjuku Ghetto as my private property. I would, of course, pay a premium for the land! He would just get a small bonus no one else had to know about.

And so he did!

And that's how I went from a Britannian nobody to a Britannian landlord and redeveloper owning a thousand and five hundred hectares of ruined city.

And this all happened within three days.

Money greases the wheels of society, and an Alchemist like myself could print money!

With the acquisition of the property complete, I then made and banked more gold before looking for actual construction companies. I found quite a few, thanks to the bank manager I bribed previously, and made contracts.

I planned the future Shinjuku City to be like Barcelona and London, where there was a lot of walkable space. At the same time, I made plans to have the construction companies each working on different parts of the ghetto, and I would use their lack of contact with each other to use my alchemy to construct buildings on my own in broad daylight.

By the time I finished contracting the necessary construction companies, a full week had passed.

… perhaps it was time for me to check up on Kallen.

-VB-

I found her exiting her father's mansion in the middle of the night…

And I made the risky decision to approach.

"So what's a young lady of the Stadtfeld house doing out at night?" I asked aloud just when she parked her motorcycle within one of the Shinjuku Ghetto's many abandoned and decrepit buildings.

Yes, I had to follow her discreetly the entire time to get this right.

Shocked, she whirled around and spotted me. Her green eyes bore into me while I looked at her burgundy red hair for a moment.

"Who are you?" she demanded with narrowed eyes.

"Call me Alan Marris, a Britannian!" I bowed mockingly before pulling back up quickly. "Just someone who spotted something… interesting." Then I paused before giving her a wicked grin. "I wonder what will happen if someone were to report that the respected Mr. Stadtfeld's daughter was a terrorist!"

She gritted her teeth before she rushed me with a yell.

I dodged her punch, slapped her kick aside with psychic power-assisted strength, and then made her trip by pulling on some of the pebbles she'd stepped on.

She easily rolled forward into the fall and got extremely close to me.

Instead of letting myself be baited, I shuffled back with three short steps before lashing out with a kick at her ankle as she rushed me again.

She took the hit and fell with a pained yelp.

I jumped on top of her while she was on her front, pinned her down, and stayed there.

She struggled, shaking her entire body, elbowing ineffectually and kicking nothing but air, before she gave up.

I felt Lady-Killer click in on her.

"Now, I wonder what would happen to your mother if this tidbit of information got out…"

She froze.

"An Eleven mother of an Eleven terrorist?" I asked quietly … before pushing myself off of her and stepping away.

Confused, she quickly got back up and glared at me. She was sweating a little, a little scuffed, and irritated.

… she was hot.

"Fortunately for you, I'm not your enemy," I grinned.  "In fact, you could even consider me a neutral acquaintance of Zero."

Her eyes widened at that.

"But I am not idealistic. In fact," I pulled out a folded paper from within my vest and extended it to her. "I am your landlord."

She glared at the paper before snatching it out of my hand. She unfolded and read it, and then froze when she saw my face on a piece of paper that declared Shinjuku as my private property.

"I know where your friends and their families stay, by the way."

Her head snapped up and her widened eyes looked at me in fear.

"... normally, I find the presence of terrorists operating out of my land to be… troublesome," I began as I walked toward her and then circled her when she didn't react. "I have plans for this place, and terrorists, and really all of the Elevens here, are not conducive to redevelopment. It would be… Oh. So. Easy… for me to have gotten rid of you all. But you caught my eyes, Kallen Stadtfeld. Or should I say Kallen Kozuki?"

I stopped behind her but far enough away that I was out of her immediate reach.

"... you said you're not my enemy."

"You're not, but there is a difference between an enemy and a nuisance. You already brought trouble to my land-."

"Land that belongs to the Japanese people!" she hissed as she whirled around.

"- and yet I am the one with power, not you," I hummed casually. "But I am not cruel nor am I generous. If you want to remain on my land, I need something in return. What can you and your terrorist cell offer me to keep you hidden? What can you offer that will even the odds?"

It was at this point that I pulled out my brand new flip phone and flicked it open.

She saw it and froze.

She knew I wasn't joking. This was a serious negotiation, but she was never one for negotiations. Kallen was a hot headed young woman who jumped into terrorism, not social equally activism.

She knew nothing and had nothing.

I was using this t-.

"M-me."

"Hmm?"

"I said me!" she hissed.

"... what about you?"

Her nose tittered between flattening and scrunching before she gritted out her answer. "My… body."

I blinked.

Oh. I wasn't expecting that.

… but who was I to refuse?

"Your body for what?"

"I-I'll…!" she had tears in her eyes now. "Give you my body if you promise to not kick anyone out!"

I leaned forward just a bit.

"... you know what? That's not a bad deal," I crooned, and saw her shudder. And then I changed my tune. I went cold and cruel. "Then strip."

She jerked and looked at me before grimacing and looking away again.

Her trembling hands, however, slowly reached up and began unbuttoning her vest.

It came off and fell to the floor.

When her hands reached up for her shirt, I stopped her.

"Not here. First off, you might want to tell your friends that you can't make it tonight for the meeting," I said as I gestured to her phone ringing in the motorcycle's pocket.

She answered the phone while I watched.

"Hey, Ohgi."

"...?"

"No. Something just came up."

"..."

"It's a bit serious, so I can't make it today. Sorry, I couldn't warn you beforehand."

"..."

"Thanks. Goodnight."

And hung up.

She turned to me, resentment and resignation both radiating from her.

"Well, I'm not one to have sex anywhere, so follow me."

We left the three story building and headed to another building at the edge of the ghetto. This building was a recently refurbished one that I used my alchemy to change. I went with a blue-tinted smooth and shiny metal exterior. It was also very utilitarian with how vblocky it was, but I just needed a place to sleep, not a place to show off my wealth.

I unlocked the door with biometrics and pulled Kallen in.

And once she was in and the door closed in my windowless house, I got behind her and groped her.

She flinched, but my fingers moved firmly and gently as I gave light and long squeezes and pinches.

As the massage continued, Kallen went from uncomfortably taking my groping to uncomfortably wanting more of my touch. It wasn't a sudden change or significant change like Magic Hands would have achieved, but it was the result of my own skill!

Her hands gripped my arms, and there was even a moment when she pulled my hands and arms closer.

Teasing her, I stopped groping as I placed my face in her hair before unbuttoning her shirt myself.

Her blouse parted, and my hands snaked around her.

She hiccupped wetly when one of my hands slipped under her pants and panties before she bit her lips to stop herself from moaning when I brushed her clit, but that and my other hand lifting her bra and groping her tit with my warm hands and brushing her nipple at the same time proved too much.

Kallen moaned as my fingers kept exciting her, and her grip became even tighter.

Soon, she panted.

But that had nothing on her mewl when I pushed my fingers into her wet folds.

Her legs dropped then, but that only got my fingers to slip deeper into her vagina. My arms tightened around her, and she was finally at my mercy.

And I mercilessly fingered and touched this inexperienced woman. I felt her vagina squeeze as she orgasmed to my fingers. Her moans and mewls echoed in the house as I took my sweet time loosening her up.

When I stopped, she hung from me weakly, completely caught off guard by how many times I made her cum.

Yeah, it was time.

I scooped her up, and walked to the first floor bedroom.

It was a spartan room with only the light fixture, bed, and attached bathroom, but that was enough.

I laid her down on the soft bed, and she stared up at me with a bit of trepidation as I stripped and then got on the bed with her.

I pulled her pants off of her, and spread her leg apart.

Her dripping vagina laid before me.

"W-wait, you have to use p-protection…!" Kallen halting called out as she realized what I was going to do.

Instead of answering, I pushed my dick's bulbous head between her fold before-.

She screamed as I pushed into her. Her wet vagina spasmed as my shaft pushed and stretched her apart. Her hands gripped the sheets, her eyes wide yet dull, cheeks red with humiliation and arousal, as I completely stuffed her.

She gasped and panted while her vagina squeezed and twisted, gripping my dick tightly with her warmth and smoothness.

When she finally relaxed, I began sliding out of her.

And that earned me her whimper.

When I pushed back into her, she gasped and panted.

I slowly set the pace, pumping her gently as if I was her lover. The claps of her ass on me echoed in the room, and I started to pick up the pace after she orgasmed again.

I reached up with a hand and grabbed her left tit, and she mewled as I played with her. I grabbed her nipple and pulled it up, and she nearly shrieked… but her pussy clenched tightly as she came again.

My other hand came up and grabbed her wrists, pulled them up, and pinned them above her head.

Tears flowed freely from her eyes as I pumped and stretched her vagina to mold it to my dick's shape, and she stared up at me with open mouth and wide, lustful eyes.

I saw her like that, defenseless and under me, and I couldn't stop. I started slamming into her, and she screamed and sobbed and panted and begged… begged for me to go faster.

I did.

And then she came.

And I came into her.

My dick throbbed as ropes of semen shot out of it and into her raw and unprotected pussy. I filled her up, painting her insides white and hot with my cum.

She laid there, wide eyes looking elsewhere as tears flowed, even as her body trembled from her ongoing coital leisure.

Right then and there, I felt One Night Stand+ kicking in.

I flipped her around and started pumping her on her knees.

She moaned and panted as I took her from behind.

"You're going to come here whenever I call you, Kallen," I hissed as I picked up pace. I clapped her firm and round ass as I felt my orgasm coming. "Got it?"

"O-okay…" she whimpered as she orgasmed again.

I pounded into her, and she began calling me. She sobbed as she felt another orgasm about to peak.

And then we came together.

I knelt there with my dick inside of her as I kept cumming. Ropes and ropes of my cum filled her tight milking pussy that greedily milked me for more.

After what felt like an hour, I pulled out of her and flipped her onto her back.

She looked up at me, exhausted yet expecting.

She moaned when I leaned down and kissed her instead, and kept kissing her as she drifted off into sleep.

-VB-

A/N: art credits to official Code Geass and harayutaka.