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Villetta had done many things she wasn't proud of in her time as a soldier. She's lied under oath in court in an attempt to get an Honorary Britannian sent to prison; she's taken advantage of a young girl's grief to get her to spy on a classmate; she even shot the man who saved her life. All the things Villetta has done, she's done with the belief that it was for the good of the Holy Brittanian Empire. She was a soldier, and a good soldier did what was necessary for the greater good. However, right now, she was beginning to regret that part of herself.

"Welcome to the Swim Club Cafe, where you get exactly what you want," the girls surrounding her cheered. It took everything Villetta had to keep the fake smile plastered on her face as the crowd roared with applause. As the cameras flashed, she caught Shirley smiling and clapping along with them. At that moment, she swore to pay the teenage girl back a thousandfold for this humiliation. The girl had begged her for an entire week to talk her into getting involved with this nonsense. At a certain point, she had gotten so exhausted that she finally agreed.

She had to fight down the heat that threatened to enter her cheeks when a round of wolf whistles met her ears. Villetta grits her teeth as she is reminded of exactly what kind of 'swimsuit' she is wearing. It was a white two-piece bikini, although the bottoms were so small it barely covered her rear, with matching gloves and a pair of fishnet stockings to complete the outfit.

Where in the world does a high schooler even find an outfit like this? She raged as she swiftly put on a jacket to at least cover herself as she left the building once the opening ceremony was over. She didn't have time to go to her quarters and change into a different outfit. She had a meeting to get to.

He was waiting for her in one of the academy buildings used for storing the gym equipment. Villetta found him casually sitting on one of the crates near the back of the building, as calm as can be. Daniel Duquesne was an information broker well-known for supplying high-value information to the military. For a price. No one knows who he is or where he came from. The only thing they did know was that his information was always accurate, and he's not Brittannian.

To her irritation, he didn't rise to greet her with a bow as was required for a foreigner meeting someone of her station. Villetta had to stop her eyes from narrowing. He should know his place. She didn't care how much Princess Cornelia valued the information he provided.

"Do you have what I requested?" Without a word, he pulled out a stack of papers from his jacket, the smirk never leaving his face.

"This is all the information I could find on what happened to Jeremiah Gottwald after the Battle of Narita. Including the experiments he underwent." Villetta's eyes widened when she heard that last statement. While she knew Darlton had fallen far after the "Orange Incident". She had never considered that her former commanding officer could have been subjected to being used as a lab experiment.

"What experiment? Under whose orders?" Villetta demanded rather than asked. However, when she reached for the papers, Daniel swiftly pulled them away and out of her reach.

"That's not how this works. You pay me; then I give you the information you want." Daniel's smirk widened as his eyes trailed down her form, the jacket she was wearing did little to hide what was underneath. "I'm sure Cornelia has told you my preferred method of payment."

Indeed she had; the princess found quite a bit of enjoyment from watching Villetta's reaction after being told exactly what the green-haired informant wanted in exchange for his information. How absolutely vulgar. As expected of a number.

Reluctantly, after taking a step back, Villetta shed the jacket to reveal her bikini-clad form to him. She had to hold back the heat rising in her cheeks as she saw his eyes rove over every inch of her skin. Surprisingly, instead of taking her right then and there, he sat down on the crate.

"Before we begin, I'm going to need a little help getting ready. Do you mind?" Without a word, the Baroness got down on her knees and unzipped his pants. As the zipper fell, his cock flopped out, hitting her in the face.

Gottwald owes me big time. Villetta thought as she began to run her tongue up the side of his shaft. His cock hardening with each second of her ministration. Once she reached the top, her tongue swirled over the mushroom-shaped head of his tool. She then took the entire head of the cock in her mouth. Daniel sighed as he rested his back against the wall, content to let her do the work. However, after a while, he began to crave a bit more stimulation.

"Just a little deeper," Daniel said, grabbing Villetta by her long gray ponytail, he shoved her further down onto his cock. Deciding it was pointless to resist, she bobbed her head up and down along his length, swirling her tongue around the shaft to further enhance the experience. For the next few minutes, the only sound that filled the room were his grunts of pleasure and her sucking. However, he eventually growled out his impending release.

At his warning, Villetta pulled her mouth off of his cock, but his firm grip kept her from rising to her feet. She could do nothing as her face was showered in his essence. Her dark brown skin was painted white by his seed. However, after wiping away the excess seed on her face, she looked at his cock to see that it was still hard. Daniel laughed at her confusion and frustration.

"You didn't think that would be it, did you? I told you that I just needed to get ready. This was just the warm-up." Daniel helped her up to her feet as he explained. Then he roughly bent her over the crate he had just been sitting on. "Now that I'm all warmed up, we can get to the main event." He promptly pulled her bikini bottoms down to her ankles. Not that he needed to bother, considering they were small enough to show over seventy percent of her rear. She gasped as he felt his fingers run up and down her exposed slit and yelp when he kissed up her back to her neck.

Villetta found herself grinding against him as he left a collection of kisses and nips in the crook of her neck. A pleasant shock ran up her spine as she felt his exposed cock pressed up against her. It was warm, with drops of precum dripping down her back to her rear. When she felt him take his shaft and aim it at her exposed entrance, she turned her head to meet his eyes from over her shoulder.

"Do it," she demanded. With no more words needing to be said, Daniel buried himself inside of her. The pair groaned in unison as her entrance tightly hugged his cock. Once he was firmly inside her, he began to piston in and out of her tunnel. His tool created a blissful friction that threatened to push them both over the edge.

Daniel's hands weren't idle as he hammered into her. One hand moved away from her hips to reach down to her breast. His hand toyed and kneaded her breast, softly gripping it like a piece of fine clay, eliciting a moan from his partner.

Bent over the crate, all Villetta could do was maintain her grip on the sides as Daniel hammered into her. She could barely hear the sounds of his hips slamming into her backside over her own moans. His cock knocked against the entrance of her womb as built up a rhythm.

Daniel stared down at the dark-skinned beauty as she squirmed in his grasp. His grip on her waist tightened as he rutted into her. Her body rippled with each thrust. He could feel her velvet depths tighten around his cock, a signal of her climax. The throbbing in his length was a signal for his own.

Slamming into her one final time, Villetta's fluids met his own in a collision of pleasure. His seed filled her tunnel while her juices moistened his cock. After being sure that he filled her with every ounce of his cum, he slowly pulled out of her.

Even after he moved from behind her, she stayed hunched over the crate, and her shuddering slowed as she tried to catch her breath. Finally, the woman pushed herself off the box and grabbed her bottoms from the floor. Regaining her composure, she turned to the information broker, who had just finished getting his own clothes back on.

"I assume the payment was sufficient." If he said no, Villetta would strangle him. Consequences be damned.

"More them sufficient," he chuckled before handing over the papers. She snatched the papers out of his hands and stomped to the door. Before she could reach the handle, Daniel grabbed her wrist, turned her around, and pulled her into a kiss. "If you ever find yourself in the need for more information, you know where to find me. I wouldn't mind another round." Despite herself, Villetta chuckled.

"I'll consider it." Number or not, Daniel was an exceptional lover. With her peace said, she left the room. Once he was sure the undercover military officer was gone, he turned to a pile of crates opposite the one he just finished using.

"She's gone. You can come out now." From behind the pile came his sister and her contractor. The boy's face was glowing a very interesting shade of red, and he was refusing to meet his eyes while his sister remained her usual composed self.

"Was that really necessary," Lelouch said as he tried to force his blush to die down. Enemy or not, it was indecent to observe two people coupling the way they had been forced to.

"Necessary? No. Fun? Absolutely." D.D. laughed as the boy's blush returned full force. "I told you what time we were meeting. It's not my fault you chose to come early." Lelouch conceded him that point; they barely had enough time to hide when they heard her coming. Grabbing his jacket, D.D. pulled another collection of papers out of one of his pockets. "This is all the information you will need about the inner workings of the Chinese Federation. The top political players, their military strength, even a layout of the capital." Lelouch took a moment to skim over the papers before nodding, satisfied.

"C.C. was right about you; your work is flawless."

"Please stop, Your Highness. You're making me blush." He laughed before getting serious again. "There is one more thing you should know. It's about one of your old classmates, Nina." Lelouch's head perked up at the name. "Apparently, she's been scooped up by that brother of yours, Schneizel. He has her cooking up something nasty. I don't have all the details yet, but I'll let you know when I do." A dark expression came over Lelouch's face at the news. They both knew what his older brother was capable of. Anything he had his hand in couldn't be good.

"Thank you for the warning." D.D. casually waved off the thanks.

"You're my sister's contractor. I have every reason to help you." Lelouch nodded before leaving.

"Shall we go check out the festival?" C.C. asked.

"Absolutely, I have been dying to try this 'World's Biggest Pizza' I heard so much about." So together, the two immortals walked hand in hand out of the room. In search of a prize they would never receive.

I hope you all enjoyed reading this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. Villetta is an underrated Code Geass waifu and deserves more attention. Next chapter is the last chapter of this story and will be out next week on Christmas Day. Until then, follow, favorite, and reviw.