Arrival in an isekai

You rise slowly, hands still cupping Milly's breasts as she lies gasping beneath you, blonde hair splayed across white sheets. Her amber eyes track your movement with unfocused awareness, chest still heaving from the orgasm that shattered her analytical composure minutes ago.

"I'm certain you'll each adjust to the new lifestyle," you tell them, voice carrying to the other four women in various states of dishevelment and emotional processing. "But for the next few days, please just accept the changes and I'll guide you gently. There will be challenges and friends to make."

You release Milly's breasts and step away from her trembling form. She pushes herself upright slowly, thighs pressed together, open-cup maid uniform framing her flushed chest as she tries to reconstruct some semblance of intellectual distance from what just happened.

You move to stand before Euphemia. The pink-haired princess sits with hands knotted in her lap, violet eyes huge and wet with unshed tears, pale skin still damp with sweat. You place a finger under her chin, lifting until she has no choice but to meet your gaze directly.

"I gave you a choice to change your entire life," you say quietly. "And you accepted. Don't try and reject it."

Euphemia's breath hitches. Her lips part. No words emerge, but after several seconds she gives the smallest nod, pink strands clinging to tear-stained cheeks.

"It's still early at Carne Village," you continue, addressing all five women now. "Let's go introduce you to your new home and rooms before the school day ends."

You gesture, energy gathering between your palms. Reality splits with soundless precision as dimensional magic tears through the fabric of space itself. A portal manifests in the center of the room, seven feet tall and four feet wide, edges defined by silver light. Through the opening you can see the main hall of Carne Manor, warm wooden floors and morning sunlight streaming through tall windows.

You turn to Milly, offering your hand. She stares at it for a long moment, amber eyes calculating. Then she reaches out and takes it, allowing you to pull her to her feet. Her legs tremble slightly, aftershocks of climax still running through her system.

"Jibril, Narberal," you address the two women standing to the side. "Take the data back to the Nazarick library."

Jibril's golden eyes brighten with immediate enthusiasm. "Of course, Master! I'll begin comparative analysis immediately."

Narberal inclines her head once, violet eyes tracking across the five Code Geass women with cool assessment. "Understood. We will coordinate archival storage and begin preliminary evaluation of practical applications."

The Flügel's wings rustle as she moves. Narberal follows with efficiency. Both women gather the materials with elegance.

Kallen pushes herself to her feet abruptly, red hair falling forward to hide her expression. The white bunny suit frames her ass obscenely as she stands. "So we just walk through? Into another world?"

"That's exactly what you do," you confirm.

Shirley's orange tail twitches frantically, the enchanted appendage betraying emotional chaos despite her attempts at surface composure. She rises slowly from the bed, green eyes darting between the portal and you. "And there are... children? At this place?"

"I keep forgetting their names to be honest, I just remember them as Arche's little sisters. Sometimes Enri will bring her little sister Nemu over as well, she dotes on her." you tell her. "They normally attend school during the day. Again, Your maid uniforms will need modified for modesty when they're home. Unfortunately." You say glancing at Kallen's reverse bunny suit.

Villetta stands with fluid grace, steel-blue hair catching light as she moves. Her dark skin still glistens with sweat from earlier exertion, open-cup maid outfit framing large breasts. She approaches the portal with measured steps, professional interest clear in her expression as she examines the dimensional tear.

"World travel," she says quietly. "This changes everything."

You lead Milly through the portal on your arm, blonde hair catching the dimensional light as reality shifts around her. The open-cup maid uniform frames her flushed chest as she emerges into warm morning sunlight streaming through tall windows.

Kallen follows immediately, red hair falling forward as she crosses the threshold. Her cyan eyes dart around the manor's main hall, taking in polished wooden floors and elegant furnishings with tactical assessment. The white bunny suit draws her arms across her chest self-consciously as she realizes she's standing in an actual home rather than empty mansion.

Shirley comes next, orange tail twitching anxiously as she steps through. Green eyes widen at the sight of normal domestic space, complete with breakfast smells drifting from somewhere deeper in the building. Her cat-girl outfit makes her hunch slightly, trying to minimize exposure.

Euphemia crosses with measured steps, pink hair framing pale features still damp from earlier tears. Violet eyes track across the space with cautious wonder. The open-cup maid uniform makes her wrap arms around herself protectively.

Villetta moves through last, steel-blue hair catching light as she surveys the manor with interest. Her dark skin still glistens with sweat, open-cup maid outfit framing large breasts as she turns slowly, cataloging exits and strategic positions out of instinct.

Jibril's wings rustle as she steps through carrying technical documentation. "I'll archive these immediately, Master. Analysis should complete within six hours given complexity of Sakuradite-dependent systems."

Narberal follows with remaining materials, violet eyes tracking across the five new arrivals with cool assessment. "Storage designated. Preliminary evaluation suggests ninety-four percent of acquired data holds no practical application outside original timeline due to material dependencies."

"Understood," you tell them. "Proceed."

Both women move deeper into the manor, heading toward the permanent portal that connects to Nazarick's throne room. You gesture, and the dimensional tear to the Code Geass world collapses silently, silver edges dissolving until nothing remains but normal space.

You turn to the five women standing in various states of dishevelment and emotional processing. "This is Carne Manor. It functions as both residence and fortress, maintained by permanent enchantments that provide security, servants, and sustenance. Your rooms are upstairs, personalized to your needs."

"Personalized how?" Milly asks, analytical framework already reconstructing itself.

"The manor reads intent and adjusts accordingly. Clothing, furnishing, temperature. You'll find it responds to preference once you settle."

You lead them toward the main staircase, hand still holding Milly's. She allows the contact without resistance, amber eyes tracking architectural details with obvious curiosity. The others follow in loose formation, various enchanted accessories betraying emotional states despite attempts at composure.

At the top of the stairs, a long hallway extends with multiple doors. You guide Milly to the first, opening it to reveal a spacious chamber with large windows overlooking forest scenery. The bed sits against one wall, dresser and writing desk against another. Clothing hangs in an open wardrobe, all pieces modified versions of the maid uniform with varying degrees of coverage.

You turn Milly to face you, cupping her jaw gently. She meets your gaze with flickering uncertainty beneath analytical veneer. You lean forward and press a chaste kiss against her lips, holding it for three seconds before pulling back.

"Your room," you tell her quietly. "Rest as long as you need. Explore when your curious. Someone will call you for lunch."

Her amber eyes search yours for long moments. Then she nods once and steps inside, closing the door behind her with soft click.

You move to the next room and repeat the process with Shirley.

You open the next door and gesture Kallen inside. She walks forward stiffly, red hair falling across her shoulders, cyan eyes tracking the room's layout with tactical precision. The white bunny suit frames her body obscenely, drawing attention to breasts and pussy still slick from interrupted climax minutes ago.

Euphemia and Villetta remain in the hallway, both watching as you follow Kallen into the chamber. Similar furniture arrangement, large windows overlooking forest, wardrobe including modified bunny suits in various colors and coverage options.

You turn Kallen to face you. Her jaw tightens, hands clenching into fists at her sides. You cup her face gently and lean forward, pressing lips against hers. She remains rigid for several seconds before her mouth parts slightly, accepting rather than resisting. The kiss extends, your tongue sliding against hers while frustration radiates from every line of her body.

You guide her backward until her legs hit the bed. She sits abruptly, cyan eyes burning with confused hatred. You take both her ankles in your hands and lift smoothly, pushing her back against the mattress as her legs spread wide. The white bunny suit provides zero coverage, leaving her pussy completely exposed.

"Stop playing games," Kallen hisses through clenched teeth. "Just get it over with."

"No, you accepted a deal you knew was cruel and are still being stubborn about it." you reply.

You lean forward and press your lips against the soft curve of her left breast. She makes a sharp sound, back arching involuntarily. Your mouth moves lower, kissing patterns across tan skin while her breathing turns harsh. The interrupted climax from earlier means her body responds immediately, wetness visible between her thighs despite the fury in her eyes.

You reach her pussy and pause, breath hot against slick folds. Kallen trembles, thighs quivering against your shoulders. Then you press forward, tongue sliding along pink flesh that tastes of salt and frustrated arousal.

"Fuck," she gasps, hands flying to grip your hair. "You fucking-"

Her words dissolve into broken sounds as you work steadily, tongue circling her swollen clit with precise pressure. The edging from before means she's already close. Within two minutes her entire body goes rigid, thighs clamping against your head as orgasm crashes through her. She cries out, long and desperate, before collapsing back against the bed.

You pull away slowly, leaving her gasping. Her cyan eyes stare at the ceiling, chest heaving. You settle beside her on the mattress and cup her face gently, turning her to look at you.

"Rest as long as you need," you tell her quietly. "Change into a normal bunny suit before coming back out. Someone will call for lunch."

Kallen makes a small sound, somewhere between laugh and sob. You rise and move toward the door where Euphemia and Villetta still wait. Pink hair frames Euphemia's pale features, violet eyes huge with a mix of fear and resignation. Villetta observes with detached interest, steel-blue hair catching morning light.

You say, gesturing down the hallway. "Villetta, yours is next."

You guide down the hallway, Euphemia following several steps behind with pink hair clinging to damp cheeks. Villetta walks with measured steps, steel-blue hair catching morning light through tall windows. The open-cup maid outfit frames her dark-skinned body as she stops before the indicated door.

You open it, revealing a room similar to the others. Large windows, comfortable furnishings, wardrobe containing modified uniforms. Villetta's amber eyes scan the space with curious assessment before settling back on you.

You reach up and touch her chin, tilting her face to meet your gaze directly. "I've already made it clear that you're my woman. Get used to your room, and join the others for lunch. It will help."

Villetta holds your gaze for several seconds, then nods once. "Understood." Her voice, gentle with a trace of hope and pragmatic acceptance. She steps inside and closes the door with quiet click.

You turn to Euphemia. The pink-haired princess stands with arms wrapped around herself, violet eyes huge and wet. The open-cup maid outfit makes her hunch slightly, trying to minimize exposure. You gesture toward the next door and she follows silently.

The room beyond matches the others in layout and comfort. You turn to face Euphemia in the doorway, studying her expression. That same broken stare, empty of everything except passive acceptance of whatever comes next.

"You made a deal viewing it as self-sacrifice," you tell her quietly. "Ignoring the potential of what I offered. I could kiss you softly. I could put you on the bed and gently push you to climax. Or I could shove you onto that bed and rape you. And right now, you'd accept it all with that same broken stare."

Euphemia flinches at the word rape, but doesn't look away. Her hands twist together, white-knuckled.

"If all I wanted was just a sex toy or mindless victim, you wouldn't have had the offer. Hopefully some lunch with the others will help both your misunderstanding and your mentality."

You turn and walk back down the hallway before she can respond. Behind you, a princess watches you walk away without touching her. Five rooms now occupied by five women in various states of emotional processing.

The main hall opens below as you descend the stairs. Morning sunlight streams through tall windows, warm and golden. The permanent scent of breakfast drifts from somewhere deeper in the manor, the magical feast perpetually maintaining itself for residents.

Later, footsteps will sound from upstairs. Milly emerges first, having changed into a standard maid uniform with full coverage. Blonde hair frames her face as she descends with measured steps, amber eyes tracking the space. She's reconstructed her analytical composure, though traces of earlier vulnerability remain visible in how her hands grip the railing.

Kallen appears next, red hair pulled back into a ponytail. She's wearing a normal black bunny suit as instructed, the outfit providing slightly more coverage than the white reverse version but still leaving breasts and pussy exposed. Her cyan eyes burn with renewed fury as she spots you waiting below.

Shirley follows more slowly, orange tail twitching anxiously behind her. She's changed into a pink bunny suit, the enchanted cat ears still prominent. Green eyes dart around nervously as she reaches the bottom of the stairs.

Villetta and Euphemia emerge last, both still wearing their open-cup maid outfits. They descend together in silence.

You settle into the Throne of Kings on Nazarick's thousandth floor, the massive seat of obsidian and gold radiating power through empty space. The throne room stretches vast and silent around you, crystalline pillars reaching toward vaulted ceilings carved with scenes of conquest.

"That did not go as intended," you say to the empty air. Your voice echoes across polished floors. "As planned maybe, however crying and breaking down... stopping and coddling each of them was technically an option, but wouldn't that have just made their integration worse? I knew it was going to be rough, because I wasn't willing to sit and play through that world's story slow."

You lean back, fingers drumming against armrests carved with divine script. "Villetta. Pragmatic intelligence without greed for social climbing. She should get along well with Yor and Neia. Milly. Analysis logic as a defense mechanism. Shirley. Simply innocent breakdown. Kallen. Stubborn in general plus angry at being manipulated and given choices."

The image of Euphemia's broken stare surfaces in your mind. Pink hair clinging to tear-stained cheeks, violet eyes empty of everything except passive acceptance.

"Euphemia though. She might be innocent but that kind of mental breakdown shouldn't have happened to an educated princess unless I physically broke her. They should all start balancing out mentally after some time to acclimate, eat and make friends with the other Carne Manor residents."

You pause, considering the evening ahead. "I wonder if or how Lisara is going to scold me when I get back tonight. I definitely deserve it somewhere in my complaints but can't figure out where I deserve it most."

The reflection complete, you shift focus to practical matters. "System. Display Albedo's schedule for Princess Renner introduction."

A crystalline interface manifests before you, glowing characters floating in midair. The schedule loads, showing Albedo's carefully planned operations for Re-Estize Kingdom nobility purge. The tea introduction with Princess Renner appears prominently.

1543 Jan 11, 2:00pm. Royal Palace, Re-Estize Kingdom. Private tea room. Duration: approximately one hour. Objectives: Establish rapport, assess cooperation potential, provide preliminary information about Blank's existence and capabilities. Albedo scheduled to attend in full Overseer regalia, presenting as diplomatic representative.

The interface also shows follow-up meetings scheduled across the next week, each designed to progressively draw Renner into cooperation before revealing full purge parameters. Albedo's notes indicate she expects minimal resistance given Renner's reputation for strategic pragmatism and suspected sociopathy.

Six hours remain until her scheduled meeting.