Before Me The Revolution! 8 - (Code Geass, Bonaparte!SI)
At first glance, Lucia Lamperouge was a seemingly normal student. Nothing had changed, she totally was not affiliated with revolutionary elements, and she wasn't totally gushing over the ambitious revolt creating issues to Britannia in China.
As much as this wasn't a direct blow to the Britannian Military, the news she heard about the USA's own efforts had made her keen to agree that taking over China would soon create issues to the military dispatched in Russia. Lucia had hardly studied much on the region, but she had the time and the opportunity to know a few things about those lands: a revolution had always been brewing, even more as the failing Bolshevik revolutions did not cease the radicalism that surrounded the Siberian Tundra.
And as she turned up to the latest meeting of the group she was affiliated, long having become the 'darling' of the group, she was warned in advance that there would be some Russian and Chinese guests. Some were members of the newly-revolted Asian Federation of China, while the Russians bore emblems akin the old soviets.
"I wish to introduce you both to Sir Chen E, and... Comrade Illya Sablinova. They are attachés from the Chinese and Russian cells acting in their respective territory and with whom we have established a unified net for operations."
Chen E was a politician. Not necessarily a believer of the new system, but one that sung its praises like a good believer of change (the kind of which favored his rise to power). As he detailed the situations in China and dabbled just slightly over the affairs of India, Lucia found her attention stolen by this 'leading figure' in the Soviet Cell.
Illya was what one would define a 'petite flower'. Her long white hair fell down to her lower back, a blue hat on top of her head. The uniform was neat, well-maintained, and yet suspicious. She held a hand aways near her gun, an old Tokarev pistol from the little details Lucia could spot on.
A baffling sight to imagine this being the 'Soviet leader in Japan', but as the Chinese gentleman finished handing a most polite explanation, it was turn for 'Comrade Sablinova' to make her voice clear.
"My name is Illyana Sablinova. My father, Vasiliy Sablin, was the creator of the current Bolshevik line of thought," She rapidly spoke, her accented voice ignored as she swiftly brought out all the right words without tripping, and her eyes, red as blood, turned around and yanked those listening to further pay attention. "While we have yet to launch our own uprising, I can assure you all that we have taken all the steps to secure the 'hotspots' to launch our own assault. The Britannian beast, the finest threat to the People of this World, shall be put down. Them and the nobles that pettily oppress the masses."
"It is a honor, ma'am-"
"Comrade," Illya cut into Kaname Ohgi's speech. "It is Comrade,misterOhgi."
"My apologies," The Japanese man bowed respectfully before continuing. "Comrade Sablinova, from my understanding you and Big Boss have both agreed on this matter but... if I may ask, how come you and your party do not endorse the 'Federal Manifesto'?"
Illya blinked. "Differing traditions. Russia is Russia thus she deserves to be given different treatment. It is not like Japan will outright bow down to the manifest and will adapt to implement fitting policies," then she turned to Chen E. "I heard that the same will happen with China due to its vast lands. You can't expect the Indians, the Turks, and the Indochinese to just bow down to Beijing. Autonomy has been promised."
The chinese gentleman nodded. "Aye, autonomy shall be granted as 'Super-States' of the Federation, which will then be split in other decentralized states to met with peoples' expectations."
Nodding, Illya continued. "Democracy has been tested in Russia through Europia, same for Imperialism through Britannia. The harsh truth is that neither of those concepts work for what the people in the areas we claim need: a government that represents them, an end to strongman-politics, and the beginning of a new course of action that is novel and yet ingrained among those that are farmers and workers in the factories: New Communism, as produced by Vasiliy Sablin, works as a way to integrate popular democracy within a more 'airtight' process within the bureaucracy. Taxation would no longer be a source of increasing the national wealth, but to sustain working and free services that are in line with the manifesto. In fact, if I may be bold, my grandfather would have been fond of the man that is Big Boss. For while he is a strong man, he pushed a system that understands African needs and work to adapt to best suit the end goal - peace, prosperity, and progress."
"What about Federalism itself?" Lucia finally spoke, and soon Illya gazed upon her. "Your model, which I had time to study, seems to imply that Federalism would be 'too little' of a solution."
"That's because of the framework it is introduced, Miss Lamperouge," The fellow girl replied, her careful and yet aware understanding of whom she was speaking to made Lucia a bit tense, but the ensuing response was far from hostile. "Russia, as I mentioned, had experience with a form of federalism to 'curb the issues with minorities', but the truth is that a Soviet Union made by Federal Republics in the model provided by Comrade Lenin would imply empowering the Russian Republic and let others pay the expenses of such dominance. Hence why it is planned for the new National Administrative Zones to not be divided among ethnic groups, but within specific 'limits' on how many people live in those areas. Allowing for no Republic to command others, and for the country to forge a proper Soviet Model closer to the envisioned Marxist Utopia."
As positive as this all sounded, Lucia merely nodded as she was aware such 'end goal' was unattainable. Not because it was unfeasible within a nation, but until greed and ambition existed, then others would want to have power at the expense of others. A Classless society implies a society with two classes - the true Classless, and those that 'watch' over the Classless.
Not unlike Britannia did, but with a red paint to it.
Nonetheless, this first meeting allowed for an approach to be established. Japan would act as the 'foreign HQ' for operations and it would eventually receive supports from the other revolutions to push the Britannians out of Japan itself. It was a matter of time and... admittedly, this put her plans in a tight schedule.
Unless she was to secure support through... a certain intriguing comrade.
"Miss Lamperouge... is this true that you wrote this fine piece of comedy?" Illya approached her with a copy of her 'manga'. "I would like an autograph if possible."
...
And now she had something to work with - something to get her foolish sisters out of trouble once the revolution consumed the country.
It was morning, and matters all over the world had made sleeping a rare bliss.
I had been made aware many times this would have been a situation to deal and endure. But as I finally pushed a few hours of slumber in my schedule, I came to realize that it wasn't just political and national issues that I had to worry about when I rested. It was the antics of a depraved little 'witch' that had found a chance to made her move.
I woke up with the smell of something familiar pressing on my nose, likewise my lips were wetted by what I could describe as...
"A pervy brat?" I mused aloud, and I opened my eyes to find B.B. sitting on my face and looking down with a flat look. Her pants were gone, her panties too, and her smooth pussy was firmly rubbing against my beard.
"What's this?"
B.B. blinked. "Surprise."
I rolled my eyes. "Is that so? Isn't it that a certain brat decided to go around the fine step to ask for 'help'?"
"...Nope."
"Then I guess I can work with that."
My words confused B.B., but the plum-haired girl as I took hold of her legs and planted my tongue in her butthole. Her whole body tensed up, and she clenched in surprise as I drilled into her inexperienced anus.
"W-Wrong-"
"Right hole. You deserve a punishment," I rebuked with a flat tone as I focused on showing her the might of analingus.
The intense rimming had the intended effect as she shivered and tensed up, grunting as her toes curled while I kept on giving her reason to squirt uncontrollably. Got bored of this after a few minutes, the girl having been keen to remove the rest of her clothing and set herself in bed. B.B. had a fire in her eyes, the kind of which I was surprised to see on such a needy girl.
"So, you really want to go through it all?" I asked, and she spread her legs to that, showing how wet and desperate she was.
"What are the magic words?" I asked, trying to troll her a bit.
"Fuck me daddy," She effortlessly said, and I sighed and missed the brief smug smile she produced at this.
"Oh well... Time to correct this naughty and giddy brat for good."
B.B. shuddered as my meaty cock slapped against her pussy, the hole may be small and tight but, as I confirmed with the first thrust into her, she was not a virgin. She had previous partners, this much I had expected, but...
From the tightness and the blissful look on her face, I think I am the biggest.
Groaning, B.B. was pinned onto the bed, her hands reaching for my chest while I pounded her hole silly, making sure she got stretched up enough to know who she was 'binding' herself to. No contracts for a Geass, just a little witch getting her snatch wrecked by a big dick.
And as her moans filled the room, and a hour or so went by with me dealing with my own sexual frustration, I left the girl in bed with a sore ass, a happy cunt, a relieved smile, and my pillows for her to steal as I had work to do and she had plenty of time to sleep until lunch.
Ah yes, what a lucky girl was B.B.!
AN
Little Lemon! And B.B. claims first 'blood'! Who will be next?!