"You have changed, Prince Clovis," the witch C.C. purred, her voice laced with playful disdain.
She sliced her steak with the elegance of a queen, savoring every bite while her piercing eyes never left the prince. "You were supposed to ask me for immortality, yet here we are, and you're more interested in signing a measly contract. Should you despise me for being a witch, oh mighty Prince of Britannia?"
Prince Clovis, who was spoken to by C.C., waited patiently until she finished her meal, then said, "I know what you mean, Miss Witch. Yes, in the past I was mediocre and talentless and could only please my father through you. I wanted to pry the immortality secret from you to gain my father's grace. I thought so at first, but I was wrong. Only the weak ask for mercy from others. I wanted to gain my own strength, my own pride, and my own bearing through myself. So, let's make the deal, Miss Witch. Give me power, and I will give you something in return. You just need to speak a word of it."
He is not the hapless and mediocre Clovis but a soul from another world who has occupied his body.
Now, he knew that Lelouch would come for him in the future and would murder him.
Before that, he would take his most important ally and make sure he stayed where he was without meddling in his affairs, or he would take ruthless action. Of course, it's just a last resort.
Compared to him, Lelouch is the favorite son of Emperor Charles. After all, he could be discarded at will, but not Lelouch.
Lelouch was born from a marriage of love with Marianne, the love of Charles's life, the father of this current body. But he was only birthed based on a political one.
So, it makes sense that Charles saw all his sons and daughters as chess pieces except for Lelouch and Nunnally.
That's why he didn't put his actions against Lelouch, because it would put him under the watchful eye of Charles, and he would only declare his independence against Britannia after he really could contend with them.
"Interesting proposal indeed. I feared that refusing you would result in my imprisonment once more," C.C. said jokingly. She didn't even show a hint of fear and shook her glass of wine as she assessed him silently.
"Unfortunately, I will never keep a dangerous opponent around for myself, Miss Witch. Only ruthlessness is mercy upon ourselves. I will slice all of your body parts separately, then bury them far away in separate continents, so you will never pose a threat to me again with your immortality," Prince Clovis chuckled darkly as he sipped his wine.
"You'll never win a girl with that attitude, Prince Clovis," C.C. winced in disgust, hearing Prince Clovis's method of handling her. Even his father, who is known for his ruthlessness, dares not play like this and perhaps never thought of ideas like this.
"I don't need another girl if I have you, Miss Witch. Let's toast and enjoy our romantic night," Prince Clovis offered, his voice dripping with irony.
"Yes, let's enjoy our not-so-romantic night," C.C. blinked sarcastically as she accepted the toast.
With that, they enjoyed the gulp of wine from their glasses and smirked.
"Let's get back to the topic, Prince Clovis. I will make the contract with you, on the premise that you give me the death I desire. Do you accept the terms?" C.C. asked, her voice calm but with an underlying intensity.
"I will," Prince Clovis replied, his nod firm and resolute.
"Then let's make a contract," C.C. said with a sly grin, reaching out to touch his hand.
The moment their skin connected, her expression shifted slightly.
Confusion flickered in her golden eyes as she realized something was wrong.
She couldn't read his memories—something she had always been able to do effortlessly.
But she kept quiet about it. Who knew what kind of response this man might have if he learned of her abilities?
Just as she was about to congratulate him on sealing the deal, her body betrayed her.
A sudden, overwhelming warmth surged through her, and her cheeks flushed a deep red.
Every time she looked at Prince Clovis, her heartbeat quickened to an erratic pace, her vision blurred with something between desire and bewilderment.
His face… Why did he look even more breathtaking than before?
She found herself unable to tear her gaze away.
No, this isn't right! This had to be some unknown Geass effect, one even Clovis himself might not realize he possessed.
Whatever it was, she needed to leave now before her rationality was completely shredded by this irresistible pull.
But when she tried to stand, her body refused to cooperate.
Instead, as if under some spell, she found herself lowering onto his lap, her arms draping around his neck.
Her golden eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint, a flirtatious smile curling her lips as she pressed her body against his.
"Prince Clovis," she purred, her voice dripping with seduction, "how about we celebrate your new power… together? Tonight."
Clovis blinked, utterly baffled.
"Are you drunk, Miss Witch?" he asked, his tone sharp with suspicion, even as his eyes betrayed his struggle to maintain composure.
He knew he was handsome—hell, he was a prince, after all—but this? This was something else entirely.
Instead of answering, C.C. began grinding her hips against him, her thin panties brushing against the bulge straining in his pants.
Her teasing movements sent jolts of heat through him, and his cock hardened instantly under her relentless stimulation.
"Still hesitating, Prince Clovis?" she teased, her tone playful, her smirk daring.
"You… You're playing with fire!" he shot back, his voice tight with both frustration and arousal.
"Yes, I am," she admitted with a wicked grin. "So, what will it be, Your Highness? Are you going to take me like a man, or will you run? Either way, you won't lose anything, will you?"
Her smug, taunting expression was the last straw.
"You brought this on yourself," he growled, his restraint snapping.
Without hesitation, Clovis grabbed C.C., lifting her effortlessly before slamming her down onto the large wooden table.
Plates and glasses scattered and shattered, but neither of them cared.
C.C. smirked in satisfaction, pulling him into a deep, fiery kiss as their hands roamed hungrily over each other's bodies.
Clothes were torn away with no thought of preservation—only raw, desperate need drove them now.
Her bare, flawless skin gleamed under the dim light, her perky breasts bouncing free as her shredded top fell away.
Her pink nipples stood erect, practically begging for attention.
Clovis wasted no time, lowering his head to take one into his mouth, his tongue flicking and swirling as he sucked hard.
C.C.'s moans filled the room, her back arching as her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer.
Her legs wrapped around his waist, grinding against his growing hardness as heat and desire consumed them both.
...
After two hours of relentless, passionate sex, the room was filled with the sound of wet skin slapping, ragged breaths, and shameless moans.
"Yes… Yes! Pound me, Clovis! Pound me with that big fucking cock of yours!" C.C.'s cries echoed off the walls as Clovis rammed her from behind, his hips slamming into her ass with no mercy.
His cock drove into her dripping pussy over and over, the slickness making every thrust lewdly audible.
His hands gripped her slender waist tightly, pulling her back to meet his violent pace.
"I'm gonna cum—fuck! Fuck! FUCK! I'm cumming!" Clovis roared, his rhythm growing erratic, hammering into her harder and faster until C.C.'s body gave out.
With a final brutal thrust, her legs gave way, and she collapsed forward onto the bed.
C.C. screamed as she squirted hard, her juices soaking the sheets.
But Clovis wasn't satisfied.
He growled in frustration when he saw his cum didn't stay buried inside her.
Without hesitation, he climbed onto the bed, grabbed her by the hair, and shoved his throbbing cock into her mouth.
"Gggh! Mmph! Guhh…" C.C.'s gagged moans filled the room as he rammed his cock deep into her throat, using her mouth like it belonged to him.
Her eyes watered as he thrust mercilessly, his cock stretching her jaw wide. She could barely breathe, let alone protest, as he treated her mouth like his personal toy.
"Yeah, just like that, you little witch. You're perfect for this—born to be my cocksucker!" Clovis groaned, his grip on her head tightening as he bucked into her face.
He finally came with a guttural growl, pumping thick ropes of cum straight down her throat. C.C.'s hazy, overstimulated mind snapped back to reality as the salty taste overwhelmed her senses.
She had no choice but to swallow every drop.
Pulling back, she coughed and wiped her mouth, her sharp glare returning as she spat venomously, "I fear this is the work of your geass, Prince Clovis."
Clovis smirked, leaning back against the headboard as if he owned the world. "And yet, you didn't fight it, did you?"
C.C. rolled her eyes, scanning the floor for her clothes.
There wasn't a single piece of her usual attire left intact.
With a sigh, she turned to Clovis's wardrobe, rummaging through his collection of expensive, flamboyant garments until she found something suitable.
She tossed a robe toward him without looking. "Here. Get dressed. We'll talk once we're decent."
Instead of taking the hint, Clovis wrapped himself lazily in a blanket, grinning like a smug bastard. "As much as I'm certain my geass played a role, I know you enjoyed tonight as much as I did, Miss Witch."
"Hah. Don't flatter yourself," C.C. replied sharply, slipping into a silk dress that hugged her curves. "It's only for this one night, Prince Clovis. If you want it again, you'll have to earn it."
Despite her harsh words, there was no outright rejection in her tone.
Clovis caught the subtle hint of intrigue in her voice. C.C., the witch who was supposedly immune to geass, had fallen victim to his power.
That fact alone piqued her interest—and her willingness to keep him around.
As she adjusted her dress, her back turned to him, Clovis shamelessly watched her every move, his eyes drinking in her form.
He didn't even try to hide his desire, savoring the sight of her one last time before the night came to an end.
When she finally turned around, fully dressed and arms crossed, her glare was sharp enough to cut through steel. "Are you satisfied, pervert?"
"Well, it's always been a welcome addition for me, Miss Witch. Of course, I was," Clovis replied with a calm nod, his eyes shamelessly admiring the beauty in front of him.
No attempt to hide it.
Why would he? Especially after the feast she had thrown at him—body, presence, everything. In his previous life, he had always lusted after C.C.
The thought of her had haunted his loneliest nights. And now? That fantasy had become true.
He'd finally had her. He'd tasted what he had only imagined—and it was even better than the dream. What more could he possibly ask for?
Unaware of the depravity stirring in Clovis's head, C.C. moved the conversation forward with her usual coolness.
"Alright, let's talk business," she said, her voice shifting into a more serious tone. "You didn't push things further with me, even though I know you could have. That's why I'll place a bit of trust in you, Prince Clovis. I'll consider you a partner—at least for now."
"But don't get cocky. Public perception won't change overnight. Your past is littered with failure, cowardice, and bad decisions. I need to see real change—mental, not just physical. I want to witness it myself. You decide how you'll prove that to me. As for questions about your Geass, save them for tomorrow. Right now, I need my sleep."
"You can have my room, Miss Witch," Clovis said with a nod, sounding almost absurdly courteous. "I'll move to another one."
Unlike the dumbass protagonists in stories he used to read—those guys who claimed to be rich yet somehow slept on the damn floor to be 'gentlemen'—Clovis actually had functioning brain cells.
He didn't buy into that cliché logic. Rich MCs choosing the cold hard floor instead of just using one of their dozens of spare rooms? That wasn't humble, that was just mental illness.
He didn't mind offering the heroine his bed, but the way most stories handled it made him cringe.
Execution matters. Idiocy dressed up as chivalry was still idiocy.
Clovis stood up, still naked, walking confidently to the wardrobe mirror.
He glanced at his own reflection before calmly dressing himself, piece by piece. C.C. waited patiently, watching with that unreadable expression of hers.
"I never thought you'd act like a gentleman, Prince Clovis. Have you forgotten how rough you were with me before?" she teased, throwing him a playful wink.
Clovis paused, then offered a small nod. "I apologize for what I put you through before, Miss Witch. I'll make sure that everyone under my command who knew your secret and laid a hand on you is dead. Personally."
C.C. exhaled in amusement, shaking her head.
"You're still kind of dense, Prince Clovis. That's not what I meant." She waved him off lazily. "Whatever. Just call me C.C. from now on."
"So, C.C., no hard feelings?" Clovis asked, genuinely wondering.
After all, he still didn't fully understand what his Geass had done, but deep down, he knew he had something to do with her current state.
"No hard feelings," she said softly. "Goodnight, Clovis."
Her voice was already thick with exhaustion. She wasn't faking it—her body language screamed one thing: she needed rest. And fast.
Clovis caught that and smirked slightly. "Goodnight, C.C. Sleep well."
With that, he flicked off the chamber lights and left her alone.
C.C. didn't hesitate—she collapsed onto the bed like she'd been waiting for this moment all day, sinking deep into its softness.
Within seconds, her eyes fluttered shut, finally at peace, at least for now.