"Your performance really exceeded my expectations, Prince Clovis," C.C. said with a calm, amused tone.
She was still dressed in the full Zero disguise, standing quietly in the lab where Lloyd had just showcased the Lancelot in front of the gathered nobles.
The room buzzed with praise. Lloyd was basking in it, surrounded by admiration like a performer at the center of a stage.
The mech had dazzled them, and now they surrounded him like moths to a flame, singing praises and showering him with admiration—especially Prince Clovis, who couldn't stop flaunting Lloyd's supposed genius as if it reflected on his own greatness.
They all wanted to bootlick Lloyd, desperate to cozy up to the next rising star.
In their eyes, he was the golden boy of the moment—the talented prodigy favored by royalty. Maybe even someone destined for a noble title, or some high-ranking role in the future.
His promotion seemed right around the corner. Who the hell wouldn't want to be in his good graces?
In high society, it had already become a trend: better to gather friends and milk benefits than to make enemies who might be useful later.
Then, C.C. spoke again, her voice sharper this time.
"However, if you're hoping to gain his loyalty, this won't ever be enough, Prince Clovis. You may have shifted his impression of you slightly, but that doesn't mean he respects you—not truly."
"Even if I changed his impression, he would never be loyal to me, C.C. Not just him—none of the nobles in Britannia would. They've never sworn loyalty to one man. Their allegiance has always been to the nation, to their family name, and to their own inflated sense of self-worth. Arrogance is the only master they truly serve. Right now, I give them what they want. But the moment I speak of independence—of breaking from the status quo—not a single one of them will stand beside me."
Prince Clovis spoke in a low, almost bitter voice as they walked side by side through the palace corridors.
Whatever conversation they had drifted off into silence, replaced by the quiet tension hanging in the air. It wasn't long before they arrived at Clovis' private chamber.
Inside, he poured himself a glass of red wine, the dark liquid swirling in his hand before he tilted it back and downed it in one gulp.
His eyes wandered—no, devoured—the sight in front of him.
C.C. had already removed her mask, revealing that impossibly beautiful face. Her skin glowed under the soft light, and her calm, unreadable eyes only made her dangerous allure more intense.
Clovis felt his throat tighten, his cock already beginning to stir in his pants as he stared.
She was fucking breathtaking.
And she knew it.
But even she couldn't fully maintain her usual composure—not when she saw the hunger in his eyes.
His gaze roamed across her with animalistic lust, undressing her without touching a single thread.
A flush crept up her cheeks, and her body reacted—her breath hitched, her thighs subtly pressed together, and the room grew hotter by the second.
"Prince Clovis... snap out of it," C.C. urged, her voice trembling with more than just warning. "Your Geass…"
But he wasn't listening.
Didn't hesitate.
He stepped forward and crashed his lips onto hers, kissing her with force that made her eyes widen in shock.
She tried—tried to fight it, tried to resist the pull, the pressure, the need.
But her own desire betrayed her, raw and hungry.
The Geass may have whispered in her mind, but the lust she felt was real.
And she kissed him back.
Hard.
Tongues tangled, teeth clashed, and for a moment it was nothing but heat and madness.
But then, with a sudden burst of strength, she pushed him away and gave him a wicked smirk, her tone dripping with playful dominance.
"Naughty boy," she purred, licking her lips. "It seems someone needs to be punished."
Without another word, she shoved him backward, making him fall onto the bed.
In one slow, deliberate motion, she began to undress—piece by piece, letting every article fall to the floor.
Her body was heavenly—slender, toned, with curves in all the right places.
Her breasts bounced slightly as she straddled him, her bare pussy brushing against the length of his cock, now rock hard and throbbing with anticipation.
"Good boy," she whispered with a smirk, grabbing the base of his shaft and lining him up with her entrance.
Then she slammed down on him, taking him all the way inside with a loud, breathy moan.
"I'm going to give you a night you'll never forget, Prince Clovis," she said, her voice dark and sensual. "After this, no other woman will ever satisfy you again."
And she meant every word.
C.C. began to ride him mercilessly, hips slamming down in an unrelenting rhythm, her wet walls squeezing around his cock with every motion.
Her moans grew louder, sharper, echoing through the chamber as she milked him for everything he had, over and over again.
Prince Clovis simply let her take the lead, leaning back with a satisfied grin on his face as he fully indulged in the pleasure of the witch's body.
She had taken control of the reins completely, and he wasn't about to stop her—not when she was using every inch of her tight, eager cunt to drain him dry.