Conspicuous Gallantry

By Lord Raa

Disclaim-me-do: Dude, leprosy isn't a superpower.

Chapter 5

Part of Nunnally was glad that she'd met C.C., having learned a great deal about her mother's life before her marriage to the Emperor. Naturally, the young Britannian was aware that her mother was a skilled Knightmare Frame pilot, but to learn about these "Geass" powers and how they were a key part in shaping the destiny of mankind was truly eye-opening.

It was almost enough to make Nunnally accept this mysterious woman. Almost.

Nunnally vi Britannia was a smart young woman with a keen mind. She was not the sort of person to be easily taken in with tales about being a friend of her parents. Especially since this person seemed to thirst for her brother.

Now, as strong and confident as Lelouch was, he did struggle with telling women "no" when he didn't want to do something. And C.C. was an attractive young woman, the kind of person who would have suitors. Suitors would mean trouble for Lelouch, even if he wasn't too bothered about C.C..

Lelouch returned from his shower, a towel around his neck as he dried his hair. He was glad that his sister was getting along with C.C., but there was something he needed to make known.

"C.C., there's something I need to tell you."

"What's that?" the green-haired woman asked, turning to see that her newest contractee was dressed in a white, tight fitting t-shirt that highlighted his active lifestyle.

The muscular youth wore a solemn expression as he closed the distance between himself and the seated young women. "There's a lot of things I don't know. For one, I don't know how Nunnally can tell when someone is lying; I don't know how you managed to survive what happened when we met. What I do know is this: If I have to pick between you and Nunnally, I will pick Nunnally every time. I will move heaven and earth to keep her safe. If you do anything to endanger her, I will use the last of my strength to make you suffer. Is that clear?"

Nunnally felt her heart pounding inside her chest as her brother, a physically perfect human specimen, had just made it crystal clear that she was the one he would pick. Sure, it was likely just about keeping her safe, but if she could prove to him that she wasn't just some fragile little flower, then perhaps they could finally be together.

C.C. felt a strong hand on her shoulder as Lelouch punctuated his question. She had always liked strong men, even feeling a faint attraction to the Emperor Charles when she moved in their circles before Marianne's death, but this was different with Lelouch. He was a smart man with a lot of natural charm. The definition of his muscles, clear to everyone in the room thanks to his choice of t-shirt, made him look like a statue from antiquity.

The immortal woman looked up at the Britannian man. She didn't need Nunnally's ability to detect lies to know that Lelouch's words were earnest. He clearly doted on his sister and everything else was secondary to Nunnally, even his plans to avenge their mother. C.C. knew that she was disposable to Lelouch and had been considered to be that by others before.

But this time was different. Why?

Lelouch might be the first man she'd made a contract with that was able to tear her body limb from limb, but that didn't scare her. She could regenerate her body, dust herself down and find another person to end her curse. But why did she want Lelouch to be the one to take her Code? Why him? He wasn't the only handsome man she'd met. She'd met men with the same drive as him and given them Geass powers over the years.

And if he did gain her Code and achieve his goals, he'd likely become an immortal god-emperor. It would end her suffering, but at what cost? How many people would suffer at the hands of an immortal ruler as he scoured the planet for new things to amuse himself with? How many people would be served up to him on a platter in an attempt to sate his increasingly jaded desires?

C.C. had a flash of selfishness and decided that such things weren't her problem. She'd suffered enough over the centuries, the only thing she wanted was the peace of the grave.

That and Lelouch's strong hands exploring her body for his amusement before he used her as one of his fucktoys.

'Fucktoys, where the hell did that come from?' C.C. asked herself. Was she under the spell of a man who could shape the destiny of the entire human race?

And if someone with centuries of life experience was so easily swayed by Lelouch, what did it mean for the others? The maid clearly had lustful thoughts for Lelouch, as did Nunnally. Would there be a queue of women all ready to be used by the young Emperor?

The green-haired woman thought about how seeing Lelouch plough through all these woman, all of them appealing in some way or other, would be a sight to behold; from the delicate Nunnally and the thirsty maid to the most beautiful noblewomen and celebrities from across the globe, all them laying sweaty, sticky and sated after Lelouch had fucked them.

No, he wouldn't just have fucked them, he would have conquered them.

Lelouch vi Britannia would be the one who conquered the world. His father had laid the groundwork, but it would be Lelouch who finally brought the world to heel. It would be his brains, his cunning, his strength that would create the perfect empire.

And C.C. would be there at his side. She would help him learn how to pleasure a woman, she would help Nunnally organise the harem. They would take his cock in their mouths the moment he desired it.

"I understand entirely, Your Majesty," the immortal woman said, slipping from her chair to prostrate herself before the young prince. "I will serve you until I can no longer be of use to you."

Nunnally nodded in approval. In her eyes, if Lelouch was to become Emperor, he could have any woman he wanted. Yes, there was the disappointment that it wouldn't be her exclusively as Lelouch's bride, but there was plenty of Lelouch to go around. She just needed for him to see her as more than just his little sister.

Sayoko returned with the food she'd cooked. She could see C.C. kneeling before Lelouch.

Lelouch smiled before reaching down and patting C.C. on the head. "I might just take you up on that…"

'If Master Lelouch needed to find release, he only needed to ask me,' the Japanese woman thought jealously. She would be there for the young man. She would use her womanly charms to help Lelouch as the hormones raced through his muscular body.

In Sayoko's eyes, it was more improper for her to abandon her duties to the Lamperouge siblings and force a young man to sleep with strange women than it was for her to keep his bed warm and risk a pregnancy.

Not that Sayoko had much objection to carrying Lelouch's child. It might put her in the same position as Haruka Kozuki, but it would be an honour to have Lelouch's children.

C.C. looked up hungrily. She wanted Lelouch there and then. She didn't care that Nunnally would be sitting at the table as the muscular young man bent her over the wooden surface and pounded away until he left her looking like cream-filled pastry.

"Dinner time," Lelouch said, turning to face Sayoko. "Thank you, Sayoko-san."

"Master Lelouch," the maid blushed as she walked to the table with the tray of food.

Suzaku Kururugi stood in a line with some fellow Honorary Britannians. He was curious as to why Jeremiah Gottwald wanted to speak to them right now. There were rumours circulating that someone had broken into the palace, surely that took priority over some inspection?

Gottwald looked over his notes on the soldiers mustered before him. There needed to be a scapegoat for the day's outrage and not one of these pathetic creatures was suitable.

At least, that was the case until the Margrave noticed the background of Suzaku Kururugi. Apparently, this particular Eleven was the son of the last Prime Minister. If it was true, it would give him a motive to assassinate the Viceroy.

"Kururugi, you stay behind. The rest of you get out of my sight."

"Sir," the Honorary Britannians saluted in unison before filing out of the office.

"Sir, what is it that you wanted to talk to me about?" Suzaku asked.

"Are you really the son of Genbu Kururugi?"

"I am," Suzaku confirmed.

The young man's relationship with his father had become rather complicated during the last days of the war. Despite the overwhelming onslaught of the Britannian armed forces, the Prime Minister had wanted the Japanese people to fight to the death.

It was one thing for a soldier to feel it was better to die on one's feet than live on one's knees, but it was another matter for civilians. While life as a Number in an occupied territory would be awful, it was better to be alive than to be cut down like wheat by the Britannian army and its Knightmare Frames.

At least, that was what the prepubescent Suzaku had felt at the time.

Jeremiah Gottwald nodded and made a note. He would fabricate a suitable narrative to implicate this Eleven and avoid too much trouble from the higher ups in the Empire.

"I've got some terrible news for you, Mr. Kururugi. You're under arrest for the murder of the Viceroy."

"What?"

"You shot Prince Clovis la Britannia earlier this evening. A craven act that was fuelled by your desire to avenge your father," Jeremiah explained. "I'm shocked that you would betray us like that, but it's somewhat understandable that you had loyalties to your family."

"I… I haven't shot anyone! I wasn't near the Viceroy!" Suzaku protested. "I'm innocent."

"That's for your trial to decide." The Britannian signalled for guards to enter his office. "Take him away to the cells. Don't listen to any of his nonsense."

"Sir!" the two armed men replied with a salute before shackling the Japanese youth.

It had not taken Lelouch long to finish his meal. As an active young man, he had quite the metabolism. He looked over the women he was dining with. The ever so delicate Nunnally was precious to him. He couldn't allow anyone to hurt her. He would sweat blood to keep her safe and pure.

C.C., however, was less important to the prince. She was cute, and part of him wanted to carry him off to his bedroom. He hated that his thoughts were so crude and selfish, but over the past few days, he'd noticed the looks of the women around him were less than pure.

'Perhaps this is the kind of thing that Father enjoyed?' Lelouch pondered. The Emperor enjoyed a number of women, often pitting them against each other in wrestling contests and now that he thought about it, Lelouch wanted to wrestle with C.C. and Sayoko.

"If you ladies will excuse me, there's something I need to attend to."

"Of course," Nunnally nodded. Her gaze swept across the well-muscled torso of her brother. 'Soon…'

C.C. looked up, but nodded. Lelouch would be a tougher nut to crack than she first thought, but she'd get there in the end.

Lelouch walked to where Sayoko was clearing in the kitchen. "Sayoko-san… I…"

The maid turned to face the tall man. As far as she knew, there had been no issues with the food. "Yes, Master Lelouch?"

The prince stepped closer to Sayoko, their hearts starting to beat faster with every passing second. "Sayoko-san, I… I want to confess something to you… I…"

"C-confess?"

Lelouch placed a hand on Sayoko's hip and pulled her close to him. "I want to sleep with you, Sayoko-san."

Sayoko nodded. She, too, had wanted this. She needed it. Their circumstances were irrelevant, they were just two healthy people who needed release. She moved in and stood on her tiptoes to kiss the young man.

Lelouch leaned in and kissed the maid, enjoying the softness of her lips against his own. The hand on her hip moved to caress her firm ass, eliciting a moan from the Japanese woman.

"Do you want this, Sayoko-san?" Lelouch asked, looking directly into the eyes of the maid. "Consider the following: You'll be my first, but you won't be my last. I will have other lovers."

Sayoko swallowed as she processed the words of the grade A beefcake that was holding her close. She had wanted him for a while and now was her chance to have him. It was only a question of how bothered she was about sharing this man with other women. Was having a little bit of a man like Lelouch better than not having any of him and pining from a distance?

Pining from a distance was for those who lacked confidence. One could not graduate the Shinozaki School of Martial Arts if one lacked the confidence to go for someone they liked.

There was a hungry glint in the brown eyes of the Japanese woman and she moved in to kiss Lelouch again.

Lelouch smiled as he and his new lover kissed, their tongues exploring each other's mouth. His strong hands moved to lift up the hem of Sayoko's skirt, his fingers brushing up against toned flesh.

Sayoko moaned into her lover's mouth, impressed with just how delicate Lelouch's touch was. She had expected him to be much rougher, given his inexperience and robust nature. She could feel a thick finger hook onto the waistband of her panties and broke the kiss.

"N-not here," she panted. "I… I mean, the kitchen isn't the place for anyone's first time…"

"You're right," Lelouch nodded. He glanced over at the door, thankful that his innocent little sister hadn't seen him making out with their maid. "We'll continue this later."

Sayoko nodded, her heart racing as she thought about the best position to accommodate Lelouch's impressive cock. Behind? Well, she wanted to see the lust in his eyes. Him on top? Well, that would likely lead to the Mating Press and that would probably leave her too sore to work tomorrow.

She decided to do it cowgirl. It made sense as it would allow her to control things a little more. That and it was fitting given the equine-like proportions of the young man's cock.

The maid was about to leave when she realised that Lelouch's finger was still hooked onto the waistband of her panties. "M-master Lelouch?"

There was a smirk on the face of the prince as he yanked downwards, exposing Sayoko's shapely ass to the kitchen for a brief moment before the dress covered her again.

"You can have these back later," the Geass user taunted as he rose back to his full height.

"Master Lelouch!" Sayoko was sure she was supposed to be outraged at the young man's behaviour, but she was highly aroused by the thought that he wanted her that badly. 'If only we were alone in the house…'

The smile fell from Lelouch's face. "I… I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that," he stammered as he handed the panties back to their owner. "I… I need to go."

"Wait," Sayoko said as Lelouch started to leave the kitchen. When he turned around, she threw her underwear to him. "I'll get them later."

The prince blinked in surprise before letting out a loud sigh of relief. His face acquired a cocky grin. "I look forward to seeing more of you."

Nunnally was wondering what her brother had wanted to see Sayoko about. She might have been young and inexperienced when it came to love, but she recognised the looks her brother often got from women. It would seem that Sayoko was a rival for her brother's affections.

It was less than ideal, but Nunnally knew that Lelouch would have many suitors and lovers. Hell, when they were children, she had argued with Euphie about which of them was going to marry him! That didn't mean that she wanted others to warm his bed while she struggled to get him to see her as anything more than a delicate flower that needed to be protected from everything.

C.C.'s own thoughts were turning to the tall young man who'd freed her from her prison. She'd granted him a Geass, hoping that he would be in a position to take her Code from her and grant her the sweet release of death. At least, that was how it had originally been planned.

And that plan was something that was different to the one she'd had when she'd first met his mother and father. Originally, she'd gone along with their research into Geass powers and helped start their scheme to become gods. Marianne's untimely death had put an end to C.C.'s support of that plan.

Now, C.C. increasingly found that she wanted him to tear her clothes off her and claim her like she was his prize. She couldn't understand why she felt that way about him. Sure, she'd had more than her fair share of lovers over the years, but for her to feel that way about someone she only knew from afar was beginning to concern her.

Lelouch had a natural charm and charisma that put her at ease, and his good looks and prime physical condition were enough to get her heart racing, but there was more to it than that. It couldn't be the power of the Geass, as her C.C.'s Code made her immune to all every Geass she had encountered.

Even a Geass granted by another Code Bearer had no effect on her. So why was she intrigued by the idea of being used as a fucktoy by someone who had his own goals that didn't interest her in the slightest?

Had it been so long since she'd last been with a man that she'd become desperate enough to jump in bed with the first man who'd helped her?

'No,' C.C. decided. Lelouch might have been the first man who'd helped her in a while, but he wasn't just someone who'd shown her some kindness. In fact, just before they ate, he'd told her that if it came down to protecting her or Nunnally, Nunnally would win without a second thought.

So why Lelouch? Because he was kind, smart and handsome? They were all good qualities, but there was something else about him that got her excited.

When the young man in question returned to the dining room, C.C. could see that there was a confidence about him and confidence was a major turn on for women. That he had the strength to carry her as if she weighed as much as a feather was also a factor.

"Ah, C.C, I need to talk to you in private."

"OK," the immortal woman nodded. She couldn't help feeling giddy at the attention he was giving her.

Nunnally quietly fumed as her brother and their guest left for his room. Not only was her brother now paying attention to women, but her chest felt constricted right now. 'Damned bra is too tight…'

In his room, Lelouch locked the door and turned to face C.C..

"Here's what's going to happen. I'm going to ask you some questions, and you're going to tell me the truth."

"It'll cost you."

"What will it cost me?"

"That depends on your questions. Some answers are more valuable than others, so I'd require some compensation for them," the green-haired woman smiled.

"Fair enough," Lelouch nodded in agreement. "First question, what has this Geass done to me? A week ago, I could ignore most women and their attempts to get my attention. Now I want to fuck most of the women I meet."

"The power of the Geass does have an effect on the libido of a user."

"So by granting me this power, you've condemned me to a life of lechery?"

"I wouldn't put it like that," C.C. countered. "More like it's given you your first steps into a brave new world."

Lelouch maintained his neutral expression, though he felt that he was going to have to be careful is his encounter with Sayoko was anything to go by. "OK, so I'm now more receptive to advances from people I find attractive. It was bound to happen eventually. What are the limits of my Geass power? What's its effective range? Do I need to make eye contact with people? How many times can I use it on someone?"

"I honestly don't know. Each Geass is different. Some require you to make direct eye contact, some work on everyone within a 500 metre radius."

Lelouch nodded. Clearly, he'd have to investigate the limits of his gift himself. Part of the problem was that it seemed to make people more agreeable to his point of view and he was already a naturally charming man with considerable skills of persuasion.

"How come Nunnally knows when someone is lying to her? Does she have a Geass? If so, how did she get it?"

"These are answers that are going to cost you," C.C. smirked at the young man.

"Fine," Lelouch smiled back at his guest. He quickly removed his shirt, revealing his well-defined muscles. He gave a few poses, allowing C.C. to get a good look at various muscle groups. He turned away and began flexing his back muscles. He looked over his shoulder at the green-haired woman and asked his questions again.

"I…"C.C. suddenly felt very warm and her mouth become very dry. She fanned her face with her hand for a moment before regaining her composure. "Yes, she has a Geass. It's a low-powered one, but it's a naturally occurring Geass. Some people have the potential for them, clearly your bloodline has that potential."

"One last question," the prince said turning to face C.C.. "Will you help me achieve my goals of creating a better world for Nunnally and getting justice for my mother?"

"How will you achieve them?"

There was a pause as Lelouch considered what the best response would be. "By becoming Emperor of Britannia."

"That's going to take a lot of work and you'll have to make many sacrifices, but I'll help you," C.C. replied. "I can't name my final price yet, but we can start with some instalments soon enough…"

"That'll have to wait until tomorrow. I'll get Sayoko to make up a room for you."

"Tomorrow?"

Lelouch crossed the distance between himself at the immortal woman and ran a finger down the side of her face and under her chin, lifting it up so they could make eye contact. "Prior commitment. But we'll begin planning things in the morning."

"Promise?"

"Promise," the prince said moments before kissing C.C..

Sayoko quietly made up a room for C.C.. She was unsure of what to make of this woman. Part of her was concerned for Lelouch, as given that he had just had a sexual awakening, he might fall victim to all sorts of schemes from unsavoury women.

As the maid entrusted with taking care of the Lamperouge siblings and as the successor to the Shinozaki Ryuu, she had a duty to protect them from all threats and that included gold diggers and predatory opportunists.

'At least she's not going to be sleeping with Master Lelouch tonight,' Sayoko thought. A moment later, a smile graced her features. "Unlike me…"

After turning off the light to the guest bedroom, Sayoko left to tell the Britannians that the room was ready for C.C.. She wanted everyone to go to bed sooner rather than later, as she had plans for Lelouch.

"Oh, Sayoko, is the room ready?" Nunnally asked as she noticed the maid on the landing.

"Yes it is, Mistress Nunnally. Is there anything I can do for you?"

"I… Can I ask you for some advice?" the young girl asked. "It's something that I can't really ask my brother about."

"Of course," the maid nodded. "Would you like to talk in private?"

"Yes, I think it'd be easiest if we talk in my room."

Sayoko was expecting Nunnally to talk about her brother and C.C., so she was rather surprised to see her undressing. "M-mistress Nunnally?"

"It's… It's my boobs," Nunnally said, having slipped off her blouse. The bra she was wearing was a simple white cotton affair, but it was clear that it was ill-fitting.

Sayoko nodded in understanding, knowing that many women wore badly fitting bras. It was when Nunnally revealed just how badly fitting her bra was that Sayoko's eyes widened.

For a slender girl of 14, Nunnally's chest was surprisingly well developed. Sure, she wasn't as big as Milly Ashford yet, but clearly she had been just as blessed with her genes as her brother, Lelouch.

'Is blessed the right term?' the maid pondered. She wondered if she would have been jealous of Nunnally if they'd been classmates. 'Yes, but only because she would be living with Master Lelouch.'

Nunnally was a girl with a very protective brother and a body that was beginning to come into the bloom of womanhood. She would have problems with finding someone suitable that her brother would approve of. Sayoko felt sympathy for her.

Then she realised that Nunnally might actually be developing a complex for her big brother.

It was easy to see why that would be the case. He was a strong, protective man who would sacrifice his own happiness for her. Add in that Lelouch was handsome, charming and well-endowed and it would be hard for anyone to match up to him in her eyes.

That was a problem. Nunnally deserved to be happy, but it was indecent, scandalous even that she should have such feelings for her older brother. Sayoko could be Lelouch's partner, but who could be Nunnally's?

"Could you help me shop for a new bra tomorrow, Sayoko?"

"Yes, of course, Mistress Nunnally."

"Thank you," Nunnally smiled. "I want to get something a bit more stylish than this one."

'Stylish?' the maid thought, becoming increasingly concerned with this turn of events. Underwear generally fell into two categories: function over form for everyday use and form over function for special occasions where you wanted someone to see it. It was one thing for a woman like herself to buy lingerie, but another entirely for a young girl like Nunnally.

Did Nunnally want Lelouch to see her dressed in lingerie?

"I think that we might struggle to find something stylish in your size, Mistress Nunnally."

"Yeah… Though it'll be nice to have something that doesn't make my chest feel tight."

To be continued…