Opening Moves: Milly

"Do you like it?"

Andrew hummed appreciatively while taking another bite of the chocolate parfait she had made. "It's very good. Well done."

Milly felt as though she had been injected with a shot of pure dopamine. Her cheek muscles twitched and it was only with a herculean exercise of will that she managed to keep from grinning like a loon. Instead, she did her best to appear demure as she replied, "It's was no trouble darling. All proper ladies are taught how to bake at an early age."

Andrew hummed noncommittally and Milly worried if she hadn't been too subtle. Should she risk it? Milly didn't want to, but she was smart enough to realize that she'd never get a better opportunity.

Andrew wished to maintain the illusion that Kallen was sickly for reasons that Milly didn't know. It hadn't been her place to ask, and it didn't truly matter to her either. All that mattered was that as a result, Kallen was absent today.

This meant that Milly had an entire day in which she could push her agenda without Kallen being there to counter. It was a powerful opportunity; one that Milly would be a fool to squander. Especially given that next week, Andrew would be spending an entire day with Kallen in the interest of fairness.

Her beloved was too noble to do otherwise, despite how Milly wished it weren't so in this instance.

"It is too bad about Kallen though..." Milly began delicately before trailing off, baiting Andrew to ask for more clarification. It would keep him from feeling as though he was being manipulated.

Andrew took the bait, "What about her?"

"Kallen was living in Area 11 when Britannia invaded," Milly subtly brought up Kallen's mixed-race status before continuing, "She spent most of her childhood fleeing from one war-zone to the next. It didn't leave much time to learn about the finer points of life. And then after the war, she spent her free time learning how to aim rifles and pilot knightmares. The lessons of nobility didn't make Kallen's syllabus."

"It is too bad," Andrew had a calculating look in his eye that sent a thrill up Milly's spine. Her plan was working. And then the look faded. "Too late to do anything about it now, though."

"I wouldn't say that," Milly disagreed, hiding her disappointment. She had been hoping that Andrew would suggest this next part of her plan of his own volition. "She can still be taught the skills a girl of her stature will need going forward. If you wish, I can have my maid take care of it- or I can do it myself."

Milly tried to make it so that she didn't seem too eager. It was an unneeded effort.

Andrew agreed without considering the significance of what he was agreeing too. "Do whichever you think is better. I'll leave it to you."

Milly could scarcely believe how easily that had gone- but perhaps she shouldn't have been so surprised. In hindsight, it seemed obvious that this wouldn't be too hard a task. It was just her nerves throwing off her perception.

Milly guessed that the reason things had gone as well as they did was due to Andrew's lack of experience in these matters.

Like Kallen, Andrew hadn't been brought up in noble circles like Milly had and it showed. Neither of them was accustomed to searching for the meaning behind gestures and words; searching for hidden insults. A commoner might curse you out, but a nobleman would never be so boorish. Their insults hid behind honeyed words; their malice hid under faux concern.

If Milly had stated her intentions openly, she would have seemed like a jealous villain. By hiding it and pretending that she had been acting out of concern for Kallen's well-being, she made herself seem kind and raised Andrew's opinion of her while simultaneously hurting an opponent.

And it would hurt Kallen when she found out- the thought made Milly want to dance.

Andrew might have missed the significance of this development, but Kallen wouldn't. Cooking wasn't the job of noble brides. It was the job of maids and servants.

By making Kallen learn to cook, Andrew was making a poignant, if unintentional, statement about how much he valued her. The statement only got more potent when one took Kallen's family history into account.

Kallen's mother- Miyako Kozuki- had fallen in love with Duke Stadtfelt, married him, and gave him two kids. When the war between Britannia and Japan had broken out, however, the Duke had abandoned his eleven wife and left her to fend for herself. For a time, Miyako had managed but after the war, it was nearly impossible for an eleven to raise two children by herself. Especially when one child looked Britannian.

Instead of holding onto her pride and going at it alone, Miyako had chosen to crawl back to her former husband and beg for help. She managed to secure a job as a maid and have her daughter adopted as Duke Stadtfelt's heir, but in exchange, she had to endure humiliation and **** at the hands of Duke Stadtfelt's new wife, as well as all the other maids in her former husbands, employ.

When it came to evaluating her actions, Miyako was either very brave or very cowardly. Milly had thought her brave; Kallen had thought her a coward. When Kallen had told the story at Andrew's request, her face had darkened at the very mention of her mother. In this instance, it was Kallen's, not Milly's, appraisal that mattered.

Milly was willing to gamble that Kallen had no interest in sharing her mother's fate; serving as a whore in another woman's household. With any luck, Kallen would quit while she was ahead.

If she didn't Milly would do her best to ensure that history repeated itself, with her serving as Andrew's blonde Britannain wife while Kallen served as their eleven maid.

Her plan was in place and the first move had been made. Truly, Milly had been blessed that Andrew lacked experience in these matters.

Andrew's eyes dipped to the cleavage Milly's corset left exposed. He had tried to listen to what she was saying- he really had. He just hadn't succeeded.

Andrew would argue that it wasn't his fault.

With a word, he could have had Milly and Kallen dropping out of school so they could serve him full time, but he didn't. Andrew wanted to avoid suspicion and ensure that anyone looking at the situation wouldn't notice anything amiss. To that end, he had all three of them maintain their pre-geass schedules for the most part.

They had fit in as many clandestine meetings as possible in the gaps between their schedules.

Kallen and Andrew, for instance, walked to school most mornings and their routes intersected. With a bit of planning, he had been able to work out a timing that allowed for them to have a quickie before the day even began.

Andrew had gotten accustomed to it. The morning session relaxed him, clearing his mind for the morning classes and tiding him over until lunch where he had Milly.

Today, Andrew ordered Kallen not to come so they could maintain her sickly persona. When he made the decision yesterday, he had noted that he wouldn't be having their morning session. While disappointing, he hadn't spent much thought on it. How bad could one day be?

As his aching boner informed him, the answer was pretty bad.

Andrew hadn't been able to concentrate even slightly on his morning classes. He had spent the time fidgeting while glancing obsessively at the clock, counting the minutes until lunch. When the bell had wrung, he had made a beeline towards the room that Milly had reserved for them using her position as Student Council President.

Milly had already been partially undressed when he walked in. Ashford Academy had stringent dress codes for their students. Consequently, any changes were easy to spot- be they due to rips that occurred when Andrew got frisky or from things like cum stains.

Not fucking them in their uniforms had been a matter of practicality at the start, but both girls had since realized the opportunity that came with this. While Andrew wouldn't fuck them in their uniforms, he didn't mind ruining whatever they were wearing underneath- no one besides him would see that, after all. Consequently, they both purchased and wore increasingly risque lingerie in a pseudo arms race to garner Andrew's affections.

Today, Milly had chosen a pure white corset that looked like a bridal piece. Whatever she might have been, Milly wasn't subtle. That was fine though. Andrew didn't want a subtle wife. He wanted a gorgeous wife that came with money and titles.

At the very least, Milly had the gorgeous part down.

She was still speaking, saying... something. Andrew gave up all pretext of listening. An arm went around her waist and pulled her close. A surprised gasp escaped Milly's lips before Andrew's lips were on hers, finally shutting her up. The room plunged into blissful silence, only broken by the occasional giggle, squeak, and moan.

Milly moved onto his lap of her own volition. Her corset was just long enough to keep her pussy out of view from the front, giving her the appearance of modesty. While she was atop him, however, Andrew realized that was an illusion. The corset might have been long enough to cover it from the front, but it wasn't long enough to cover her bottom. Milly felt completely bare as she ground atop him, gyrating her hips.

Andrew let out a pained groan. His member throbbed just a bit faster.

Milly both heard and felt his need and so she stepped up her game. She leaned in to give him a final mischievous peck on the lips before climbing off his lap and sinking to her knees. She doesn't ask whether he'd like a titjob or a blowjob- they both already knew the answer to that.

She doesn't take her corset off. That would take too much time, and neither of them wants to wait. A single tug down does the job well enough. The corset had been short to start, intentionally leaving the top half of the breasts visible to Andrew's ravenous eyes. The tug resulted in the orbs bounding towards freedom, bouncing for a second before gravity did its work and they fell still.

Her soft palm was felt silky as it wormed its way down his pants and fished his cock out. Andrew was almost disappointed when she let go, but the disappointment didn't last long as Milly dipped and took him into her mouth.

This too didn't last long. Milly pulled back, leaving his dick nice and glossy with spit. Spittle gathered in her mouth, but rather than swallow it, Milly let it drop down into the valley between her breast, lubricating it as well.

And then she was on Andrew, pressing down from on her breasts from both sides, his dick sandwiched between them. It felt good when he was between them, the warmth and the softness conspiring to drive him wild. It felt even better when she started to move.

Her body bobbed, as Milly picked up speed. She had lubricated him out of necessity- Milly didn't want him to get friction burns- and she lathered on more lubrication as she went. At the crest of her bob, his dick was completely encased, but at the bottom the tip was visible. Each time it was, Milly's mouth found itself around him, lapping at him.

All the while, Milly's hands hadn't been idle. They held her breasts together, but not uniformly. As she bobbed, she varied both where she applied pressure and how much of it she used.

Milly was willing to be rough with her breasts, crushing them together in a vice grip to give Andrew a snug fit, but it wasn't sustainable for long. Eventually, the pain caused her to loosen her grip which changed the feel of the titjob to that of fucking a cloud. And then she varied it again, moving her hands top to bottom, decreasing pressure as she went. It felt like a wave was rippling around him as she repeated the motion.

Andrew came at the top. The only warning Milly got was a grunt, but it was enough. She was familiar with the signs of his orgasms by now. She dutifully opened her mouth but held herself still besides that.

The first wave of cum erupted with the **** of a volcano, striking her from hair to chin. It crossed over her right eye, getting Milly to shut it reflexively. When she had been less experienced, she might have flinched away, but Milly knew better know. She stayed put, as the rest of his cum followed. Her left eye remained open to witness it.

The second shot didn't reach as far, but it reached far enough and was better aimed besides. It reached her mouth, making a five-point shot as it entered between her parted lips.

Milly stayed still, wondering if more would join it. More didn't.

The third and fourth shots were on the right trajectory but lacked the **** of the previous ones. The third reached her chin, and the fourth gave up half-way, falling back over the top of her breasts.

Only when she was sure that no more was coming did she move. Her hands fell to her lap, letting her sore breasts fall back to their natural state. Her mouth remained open and she tilted her head upwards, letting Andrew see the cum that pooled there. She did no more, waiting for orders.

Those orders came after Andrew glanced at the clock. "Swallow. And feel free to clean yourself."

The hour was drawing to a close and lunch would be over soon. It was about time to wrap things up. Milly hadn't cum yet, but that was fine. Milly existed for Andrew's pleasure, not the other way around.

If she was fortunate, he'd let her spend her life pleasuring him as his wife and not as his whore. That was the best that Milly could hope for now.

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