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After his last discussion with C.C., Clovis then deployed his hackers, their mission clear: monitor General Batley and secretly implant a tracker on him.
If Batley attempted to contact Emperor Charles in any way—whether by phone, encrypted messages, or even a coded letter—he would immediately receive a painful electric shock, incapacitating him long enough to be captured and dragged into an underground cell.
Silence, however, wouldn't ensure his freedom. He was a pawn in Clovis's game, and regardless of his compliance, the plan would move forward without a hitch.
With everything meticulously arranged, Clovis turned his attention to his legal loli sister, Lila la Britannia.
Yeah, she's a legal loli. Despite looking like a young girl, she's already 18, and her coming-of-age party is coming soon.
He made his way to her current residence, a luxurious villa nestled in one of the most prestigious Britannian territories—a property he had acquired specifically for her.
Or rather, one that the former owner of his body had purchased, back when he was still the naive, pampered prince of the empire.
Lila's room was exactly what one would expect for a girl of her age, a confection of pink and frills, soft plushies, and extravagant decor that perfectly suited her delicate and doll-like beauty.
When Clovis stepped inside, her eyes widened in delight, shimmering like rare jewels as they fixated on him.
A warm flush crept up her neck, her pale cheeks tinged with a rosy hue.
Something about him felt different—irresistibly different.
Why did Clovis suddenly seem so overwhelmingly handsome, far beyond how she had ever remembered him?
His presence felt intoxicating, his very aura making her heart race in ways she had never experienced before.
Yet, despite this growing attraction, she didn't lunge at him the way C.C. had.
Her desire, though newly awakened, was not yet strong enough to override her restraint.
But the seed of lust had been sown. It was there, slowly taking root in the depths of her subconscious, festering and growing with every lingering glance she cast upon him.
And no one—neither Clovis, nor even his own Geass—could stop it.
Her gaze turned hazy, unfocused, as if slipping into a dreamlike trance.
The more she looked at him, the more her thoughts became clouded with unfamiliar hunger.
A hunger that, soon enough, would refuse to be ignored.
Taking a deep breath, she finally managed to voice a shy question.
"Um… Clovis? It's been a while. You look… different. Did something happen?"
Clovis raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at his lips.
"Oh...? Shouldn't you be hugging me like you usually do? Have you stopped loving me, sister?" His tone carried a feigned sense of hurt, easily deflecting her question as he observed her hesitation.
Lila la Britannia awkwardly shifted in place, her hands fidgeting as she struggled with her emotions.
But after a brief moment, she finally gathered her courage and stepped forward, wrapping her arms around him in a long-overdue embrace.
The moment she inhaled his scent, her expression turned hazy, almost intoxicated.
Something about him felt different—his presence, his warmth, his smell—it all sent an unfamiliar shiver down her spine.
Instinctively, she hugged him tighter, as if afraid to let go.
Her eyes flickered downward, catching sight of the bulge pressing against his regal attire.
A deep blush crept across her cheeks, but she said nothing about it, merely swallowing hard as she tried to ignore the heat pooling between her thighs.
Clovis, however, noticed.
His smirk widened as he subtly pressed his hardening length against her soft thigh, testing her reaction.
At the same time, he reached up, fingers sliding through her golden locks, stroking them with a gentleness that contrasted the growing heat between them.
His touch then trailed lower, cupping her cheek before giving it a teasing pinch.
"You're so cute, Lila," he murmured, admiring her flushed expression.
Unlike C.C., whose mature allure had its own charm, there was something undeniably more tempting about his younger sister—so innocent, so vulnerable.
The mere thought of her soft lips wrapped around his cock made his arousal throb even harder.
Unable to resist the impulse any longer, he leaned in and captured her lips in a kiss.
Lila la Britannia froze, her entire body tensing as his warm mouth pressed against hers.
A rush of heat flooded her mind, leaving her dizzy and weak-kneed.
She knew this was wrong—knew that she should push him away—but instead, her lips parted slightly, allowing his tongue to slip inside.
A muffled moan escaped her, sending a jolt of excitement through Clovis.
Encouraged by her lack of resistance, his hands moved lower, trailing along her body before firmly grasping her breast.
He kneaded the soft mound through the fabric of her dress, feeling her hardened nipple press against his palm.
Their kiss deepened, growing more passionate, more desperate.
His tongue explored her mouth, tasting her, claiming her.
Lila shuddered, her body betraying her as she instinctively pressed closer, her thighs clenching together in response to the unfamiliar yet intoxicating pleasure.
Then, as if suddenly waking from a dream, she gasped and pushed him away, her breath ragged as she stared at him with wide, conflicted eyes.
"This is wrong, brother… We shouldn't do this," she stammered, her voice trembling with guilt and lingering desire.
Clovis, however, merely chuckled, his gaze dark with amusement.
"At least just this once, sister. Just once… and you don't even have to go all the way. You can use your hands," he coaxed, his voice dripping with temptation. "That shouldn't be so bad… should it?"
"Just the hand," Lila reminded sternly, her tone firm.
However, her expression quickly shifted to shock as her brother pulled down his pants.
Her breath hitched. "That's... so big, brother."
Her brother cock stood tall and erect before her, thick and throbbing.
Despite herself, her fingers twitched, and before she realized it, her hand was already reaching out, wrapping around his shaft hesitantly.
"Is this even going to fit inside me, brother? You'd break me if we really did it," she murmured, her voice carrying both nervousness and fascination as she stared at her brother length, biting her lip.
"Yes… just like that, sister. Faster," he groaned in satisfaction as her delicate fingers encircled his cock, moving tentatively at first.
Her strokes were clumsy, inexperienced, yet eager, her touch light as if she was afraid of hurting him.
Even as she picked up the pace, shaking his shaft with more enthusiasm, she noticed something strange—his cock remained just as hard, unyielding despite her effort.
Her brows furrowed in concern.
"Why isn't it going soft? Am I doing something wrong, brother?" she asked, glancing up at her brother with uncertainty.
He let out a deep, satisfied sigh. "You're doing wonderfully, sister. Just keep going."
Encouraged by her brother words, she nodded and adjusted her grip, learning as she went.
Her strokes became smoother, more confident.
Her fingers explored, searching for the most sensitive spots, taking note of how he twitched whenever she hit the right one.
The moment she found them, she focused her efforts, pumping his cock faster, harder.
"Shit… I'm close, sister." he warned, his breath ragged.
Moments later, he reached his peak, his body tensing as thick ropes of cum shot out, splattering over her waiting hand.
She stared at the warm, sticky mess coating her fingers, nodding in satisfaction at her accomplishment.
But her triumph was short-lived.
Her eyes widened slightly when she noticed his cock twitch again, still standing hard despite just finishing.
"How long does it take to go soft, brother?" she asked, blinking in curiosity.
"Don't worry about it, sister." he chuckled, ruffling her hair. "It's normal for guys. Besides, you did a great job."
She beamed at the praise, pleased with herself.
Grabbing a tissue from her desk, she carefully wiped away the mess from her hands before helping clean up the remnants on his cock.
Even as she worked, her fingers continued to glide over his length, almost absentmindedly stroking him with a soft, careful touch.
Once she was done, she nodded in approval, making sure everything was spotless.
Instead of throwing the used tissue away, she folded it neatly and placed it aside on her desk, keeping it intact.
It was a memory worth preserving, after all. A shame to just toss it away.
"Thank you for not pressing the issue further, brother. I've heard from many noble ladies that most boys would rather be forceful and take what they want if they didn't get their way," Lila said softly, her gaze lingering on him.
Clovis let out a small chuckle, shaking his head. "I don't think I'm any different from them. I kissed you forcefully first, and then I made you use your hand to get me off."
His tone was blunt, unwilling to sugarcoat his own actions.
He wasn't the type to feign righteousness—he was fully aware of what he was. A scumbag. An asshole. A man with all the worst traits, and he wouldn't pretend otherwise.
Lila, however, merely pouted, her expression holding a mixture of amusement and mild irritation.
"Well, I liked it. At least you didn't act like a pathetic dog, clinging and groveling like most boys do," she huffed.
She had meant to praise him, to make him sound better, but as always, he just had to tear himself down.
She rolled her eyes before shifting the conversation.
"Anyway, brother, play with me. No ecchi this time," she warned sternly, her finger pointing at him as if daring him to try anything funny.
Clovis smirked, leaning back lazily. "Of course. What game do you want to play?"
Lila didn't answer right away. Instead, she turned on her heel and walked toward her massive wardrobe.
With an exaggerated motion, she flung the doors open, revealing a collection of extravagant men's and women's clothing, ranging from royal regalia to elegant ballroom attire.
The sheer number of outfits made Clovis instinctively tense.
Then she grinned. That slow, predatory grin that almost made his soul leave his body.
"We're going to play dress-up."
Clovis felt a chill run down his spine.
Oh, God. Please fucking kill me.