Chapter 1: Sir Zero and the Green Slut

Lelouch had been keeping to himself lately. As the anonymous tactician, he had been instrumental in helping the resistance movement achieve their intial victories against the Britannian Empire. Now as the masked leader Zero, he had made his presence open to them to secure their loyalty. With his guidance, they were no longer a mere ragtag group of rebels struggling day in and day out, but instead a proper military force that posed a threat to the colonial forces.

It was a big risk for him to take that bold of a move. But he had no choice. Luckily it had paid off, and they had trusted him, acquiescing to his decisions easily. With their force of numbers and his brilliant calculating mind, they had made the colonial leaders feel fear in their bones and such was their strength that the tyrants may as well have been children wandering in the dark for the first time. They might have had a chance.

Still, much of their success hinged on one man, and that was Lelouch himself. It was not merely his strategy which aided their efforts but also his daring and charisma. As well as a certain other power he was not willing to reveal the existence of to people anytime soon. He was adaptible and flexible as any situation required. But even with that mask on, he had to put on an act to hide just how much the pressure was getting to him.

CC noticed it too. She did not blame him either, she knew the movement hinged on his success. At the same time, she was far from concerned. She was always at his side in secret as he calculated plans to topple the empire. Yet she was not the supportive figure he needed, imparting any of her wisdom from her centuries of living.

Instead she liked to try and tease and distract him. He refused to take off his Zero getup even in secret, there was no telling when one of the members might barge in, and he would refuse to have his identity compromised. It was exactly the sort of thing Tamaki might do, and if Kallen were to get wind of who he really was, who knows what kind of trouble she might stir. That could easily lead back to Milly who was one of the few people who knew of his royal lineage and then there might be real trouble all over. None of these considerations mattered to CC, and she figured if he was going to wear a costume, she should go and play the part too.

She came in one day with only a black cloak on. She wasn’t one of the Black Knights formally or informally, but she could pass for one of them that way. It was such a big outfit that it covered up a good deal of her face too, the only thing indicating it was her was her green hair. He barely paid her any attention, just looking up at her then back down at his plans. Irritated, she took it off to reveal she was dressed up as a French maid complete with a feather duster. The low cut bustline revealed her cleavage and accentuated her breast size, and she had on a short skirt that showed so much of her legs clad in stockings. Lelouch barely noticed it at first while poring over one of his plans when she touched his shoulder to get his attention. He looked up. Even with his mask on, she could tell he was surprised.

“C-can I ... can I help you?” he said.

“You looked so stressed while trying to think up a plan. I figured you needed a way to relax a little bit.” She gave her best attempt at a cute smile. It was a lie and they both knew it, she because she rarely had anything to smile about these days, and he because someone as astute as him could sense her intent was anything but genuine. Still, he slowly looked away from either.

She pouted. But she refused to surrender and definitely wouldn’t give him any indication she was bothered by his seeming indifference. “This thing is really tight on my tits,” she said fiddling with her chest. He looked up only slightly, enough so that he could see but not so much that it would give away that he was trying to sneak a peek. But she saw it and moved her arms up her breasts so that they jiggled. That got his attention.

“Well if you’re going to sit there and work, I’ll also work for a change. I think this place needs to be cleaned up.”

She started bending over so that no matter what position she was in for him to look at, he would either get an eyeful of her massive cleavage or the back of her legs and her ass spilling out of her thong. He tried to ignore her at first, he knew what she was doing. But he would refuse to give her the satisfaction of an actual answer.

As time went on however, it became harder for him to concentrate on doing what he needed to. And he started pitching a massive tent in his pants. He found himself looking up while she wasn’t in a position to make eye contact with him just so he could catch sneak peeks of her. He knew this woman was something else after both getting shot in the head and giving him the power of the Geass. But he never imagined she looked so fine either.

“I think you should go,” he said, not wanting to let her get under his skin. As long as she was here doing the things she was doing, he wouldn’t be able to actually get any work done.

“I don’t think I will,” she said. “If you want to, then make me.”

If he stood up, then he knew she’d see his boner poking through his pants. But with a woman like this one, he realized that he quite frankly didn’t care. “Fine,” he said, and he stood up. As expected she saw his little boy peeking up and her eyes were fixed to it. But he refused to even entertain that notion.

He grabbed her by the shoulders and made to push her towards the door. But she stood her ground. She pressed herself right up against him. That close, her felt her ample breasts right up against his skin. He just got a lot harder.

She was looking right at him. He froze up for a bit from such closeness with this woman. Sensing she had the advantage, she started moving herself up against him so her breasts rubbed up on his chest. It wasn’t just his dick that was hard anymore. His body tempted him with so many things.

If he didn’t take this chance now he would be thinking of just how badly he fumbled this chance later on. Still holding her shoulders, he pushed her down to her knees with a sudden burst of power. She made no move to resist him. He quickly undid his pants and yanking down the front of her uniform, jammed his cock right in there. He rubbed those tits all over his dick while he pumped back and forth inside her cleavage, faster and faster.

It was all so good. But he overestimated his staying power. He was a genius at the art of war but far from a man’s man, so acquainted to the pleasures of the flesh. Before he knew it he felt a burning sense of pleasure burning in his loins as he felt ready to burst from his head. He couldn’t hold it in anymore.

His dick shot a potent load of semen all over her face, in her hair, and got some in her tits too as he was pummeling her in that state of orgasm. Before she could get cum off her face it was also dripping on top of her rack. Even as she had coaxed him so, she couldn’t move with that rain of jizz and his hot meat stick plowing her chest.

As he was finished, he pulled away from her and pulled his pants up. He looked away from her, not believing he had let her play him like that. Smiling, she wiped the cum off her breasts and face and sucked it off her fingers. Then she put that cloak on again and was out.

But it did let him concentrate better. The next battle was a huge success. He didn’t want to give her the credit though. Whenever he was with her from then on, he refused to speak of that incident. She showed no alarm around him either.

Yet there was another battle on the horizon a week later. Planning for this one was turning out to be difficult too. Just like before, he was stressing over the various intricacies of how things would proceed. Just like before CC waltzed in.

She was still wearing that same black cloak. He couldn’t begin to imagine what she was planning. She took it off to reveal that she was wearing...

An Ashford Academy school uniform? What? he thought to himself. Her hair was tied back in twin tails. It wasn’t the first time she had gone out in that getup, but he couldn’t begin to imagine why she bothered dressing up like that here.

“What do you want?” he said.

“Oh I’m just thinking I’m so bad at all this planning and thinking stuff,” she said. “Maybe you can teach me!”

He still didn’t know much about her. But he knew that was definitely her taking him for a ride. He ignored her.

“Go away,” he said. “I’m busy.”

“Well I need to know how to plan so I can help someone,” she said. “He’s all stressed out and is having a hard time. I’ll do anything so I can learn how to help him.”

“Uh-huh...” he droned on.

“Anything!” she said with a sudden exuberance, skipping right on over to him like a ditzy little schoolgirl. Before he knew it, she got down on her knees and unzipped his fly.