"The World Serpent strikes again. The terrorist organization has shown its fangs at the airport and murdered a Chinese national in cold blood. Will this be their final act... or is this just the beginning? Watch and find out in the next episode, only on our channel."
The television shut off instantly with a sharp click.
Lord Ashford let out a heavy sigh, leaning back in his seat.
Sitting beside him, Milly tilted her head in confusion.
"What are you sighing about, Father?" she asked.
He glanced at her with mild irritation and replied, "I'm sighing because of the media's deceitful nature."
Then he waved her off with a flick of his wrist. "You should leave now, Milly. I need to speak with Prince Clovis in private."
Milly didn't argue. She stood up with practiced grace and exited the room without another word.
Once Lord Ashford was absolutely certain his daughter had left and closed the door behind her, he picked up his phone, brows furrowed.
He scrolled through his contacts, then tapped on the name: Prince Clovis.
The call connected after just a few seconds.
"Everything has gone exactly according to plan, Prince Clovis," he said in a low, satisfied tone. "Mao is dead. The media swallowed the bait and pinned the entire assassination on The World Serpent without question. Now, public opinion will shift, and everyone will believe The World Serpent was behind Mao's murder and the airport incident. The plan is already taking shape."
After all, The World Serpent was originally established for one twisted reason—to kidnap civilians and use them as experimental subjects in Dr. Mobius's sick obsession with achieving immortality.
Their targets were almost always non-Britannian citizens. Mao, being from China and not Britannia, made for an ideal target.
It made perfect sense why The World Serpent would go after him, even going as far as to snatch his corpse right out of the hospital in the dead of night when no one was guarding it.
So when people started asking questions about Mao's death, it really had nothing to do with Prince Clovis at all.
The truth pointed straight to Dr. Mobius, who had already agreed to the plan—willingly becoming the scapegoat in exchange for the royal family's funding and resources.
And to be honest, she had all the motive in the world. What better experimental subject could there be than a Geass user? Someone with power beyond normal human limits—perfect for her fucked-up research.
From the world's point of view, her relationship with Prince Clovis had already soured. He'd completely pulled the plug on her immortality research project, cutting off the funding without hesitation.
As for how Clovis managed to secretly send the promised resources without raising any red flags? Easy. He ghosted them through four shell companies, laundered it with Monero, sliced the transaction through a Turkish Hawala broker, then handed Dr. Mobius a briefcase of cash coded with nanotech markers—untraceable, clean.
Mobius would take care of the logistics, and they could publicly transfer the remaining funds later by spinning the story that she made a miraculous breakthrough thanks to analyzing Mao's corpse.
So when C.C. asked Clovis why Mao had died, he could pin the entire mess on Mobius without flinching.
That way, C.C. would feel less guilt, and any connection between Mao's death and her would be completely severed.
Clovis had no intention of letting a threat like Mao run loose.
Especially not someone like Mao.
This freak once managed to corner Lelouch so hard that the bastard had to erase his own memories just to have a shot at beating him.
A mind-reader who could manipulate thoughts?
Fuck that. If Mao ever figured out Clovis' secret—his reincarnation, his past life— it would've opened the door to a world of problems.
Who knows how many problems that obsessed, delusional bastard would cause if he blabbed it all out just to get C.C.'s attention?
Clovis wasn't about to let some creep steal what belonged to him.
So, in the end, Mao's death was the best outcome for everyone.
The guy left behind more trouble than he was worth.
"Since everything is done, goodbye then, Lord Ashford. Don't forget to attend my sister's banquet tomorrow."
With that, Prince Clovis shut off his phone, slid it back into his pocket, and walked away—calm, composed, and completely unapologetic.
...
"Tomorrow is your birthday, sister. What do you want as a gift?" Clovis asked with a teasing smile.
Lila pouted, her lips forming that soft, bratty shape he loved so much. "Obviously, I only want you, brother. Come play with me~"
Clovis raised an eyebrow, pretending to be casual.
"And what do you want to play this time?" he asked, lounging lazily on the couch. He wasn't busy anyway.
And besides, who could say no when his adorable little sister looked at him like that?
He never really understood why she didn't have more fans in Code Geass. In his opinion, Lila's character design was top-tier—cute, charming, and with just enough sass to drive a man crazy. It felt like a waste that she only appeared as a background character in canon, barely acknowledged.
"How about dress-up, brother?" she said eagerly, her eyes sparkling. "I've already bought lots of new gothic lolita outfits you like. I could wear each one of them just for you~"
She grinned, radiating enthusiasm.
Clovis gulped as mental images rushed into his head—Lila in tight black lace, frills, stockings, chokers.
He shook his head quickly to clear the images. He knew too well what would happen if he agreed.
She'd drag him to her room and force him to try on ridiculous clothes, treating him like her personal dress-up doll.
He'd been there before.
Once was enough.
Then a darker, more wicked idea came to him.
A smirk spread across his lips as he looked her over with slow, deliberate lust.
"How about we play a more grown-up game, sister?" he suggested, his voice low and full of intent.
Lila's face lit up in a furious blush.
"A-Ah! P-Pervert! Hentai! Baka!" she squeaked, covering her face with both hands.
Clovis couldn't help but laugh softly. She was too damn cute when she got flustered.
"Lila..." he whispered, his voice thick with need.
He couldn't restrain himself anymore. The heat was rising. The way she looked, the way she blushed, the way she bit her lip—it was driving him wild.
Clovis lunged forward, grabbing her by the waist.
"Brother..." she whispered in return, red with embarrassment, but making no effort to stop him.
With trembling hands, Clovis reached for the hem of her pink long-sleeved top and began pulling it over her head.
His breath came heavy and uneven, his arousal making him reckless.
"Sister..."
The top fell to the floor, exposing her pale skin and the tight white undershirt clinging to her chest.
Her red mini skirt barely covered anything, and her delicate armpits and smooth neck were on full display, practically begging to be touched, kissed, claimed.
"Brother... Please," she whimpered, her voice shaky with desire. "Please make love to me... I want you inside me again."
"I'll give you all of me, sister. Every last bit," he replied, his voice thick with emotion and lust.
He leaned in, capturing her lips in a deep, possessive kiss.
Their tongues danced as their hands wandered, frantically undressing each other piece by piece.
They explored every inch of bare skin, touching, squeezing, and teasing until nothing was left between them.
Clovis pushed her down, positioning himself above her.
Then, without delay, he thrust his cock deep inside her warm, welcoming cunt.
Lila let out a breathless moan, wrapping her arms around his back as he began to move, hips slamming into hers with increasing rhythm and hunger.
Her moans filled the room, high-pitched and needy, as her brother's cock plunged in and out of her over and over again, their bodies slick with sweat, their minds lost in carnal pleasure.
In that moment, nothing else mattered—just the two of them, fucking hard and loving even harder, tangled together in their twisted, delicious taboo game.