Beatrice confronts Rebecca!!

Beatrice’s Investigation – A Friend’s Concern, A Predator’s Trap

The School Courtyard – Cavour Institute

The midday sun blazed over the Cavour Institute’s manicured courtyard, casting sharp shadows beneath the ancient stone colonnades. Students lounged on benches, their laughter and chatter filling the air—rich, polished heirs of Torino’s elite, oblivious to the dark undercurrents swirling beneath their perfect lives.

Rebecca sat alone at the edge of the central fountain, her fingers nervously tracing the rim of her water bottle. She hadn’t eaten. She hadn’t even moved from this spot since her last class ended.

Every shift of her thighs reminded her of him.

Of the thick, creamy load still dripping out of her.

She squeezed her legs together, biting her lip.

"Rebecca."

The voice snapped her out of her thoughts.

Beatrice Bianchi stood in front of her, arms crossed, storm-grey eyes narrowed in suspicion. The daughter of one of Torino’s most influential families, Beatrice was everything Rebecca wasn’t—tall, poised, with a sharp tongue and sharper wit. Her blonde hair was tied back in a sleek ponytail, her uniform immaculate, not a single crease out of place.

Unlike Rebecca’s.

Rebecca’s hoodie was wrinkled, the redhead vixen's hair a mess, her cheeks still flushed from the morning’s activities.

"You’ve been acting weird all day," Beatrice said, dropping onto the bench beside her. "And you reek of sex."

Rebecca’s stomach lurched.

"I—I don’t know what you’re talking about," she stammered, her fingers tightening around her water bottle.

Beatrice scoffed.

"Cut the bullshit. I’ve known you since we were six. You think I can’t tell when you’re lying?"

Rebecca swallowed hard.

Beatrice leaned in, her erotic contralto dropping to a whisper.

"Is it your dad?"

Rebecca’s breath hitched.

"W-What? No! That’s—"

"I found them, Rebecca," Beatrice hissed. "The condoms. In my closet. The ones you hid there."

Rebecca’s blood ran cold.

Oh God.

"I-I don't know what you are... talking about."

The condoms.

The ones she’d stolen from Stefano’s room, the ones filled with the incubus' tainted seed—

"You tasted it, didn’t you?" Beatrice’s voice was low, dangerous. "Did you get it straight from the... tap?"

Rebecca’s pretty face burned.

She had.

"O-Ohno..."

She couldn't help herself.

And it had been heaven.

The Confession

Rebecca’s hands trembled.

"B-Beatrice, I—"

"Tell me the truth," Beatrice demanded, her fingers digging into Rebecca’s wrist. "Is your dad fucking you?"

Rebecca’s breath came in short, panicked gasps.

She wanted to deny it.

"Fuck..."

She should deny it.

But the Osiris ring’s corruption still pulsed in her veins, Stefano’s hypnotic leashing twisting her thoughts.

"Y-Yes," she whispered.

Beatrice’s grip tightened.

"Fuck. Fuck."

She dragged Rebecca up by the arm, pulling her toward the school’s abandoned music wing—a secluded corner where no one would overhear.

Rebecca stumbled after her, her thighs slick with fresh arousal.

The Interrogation

Beatrice shoved Rebecca into a practice room, slamming the door behind them. The small space was soundproofed, the air thick with the scent of aged wood and dust.

"How long?" Beatrice demanded.

Rebecca bit her lip.

"A… a few weeks."

Was it? Her mind was hazy, the redhead vixen's memories already fuzzy... n-no, it was just today?

"Weeks?!" Beatrice’s voice cracked. "O-Ohmygod, Rebecca—he’s your father!"

Rebecca flinched.

She knew.

"Y-Yeah, but it is natural! And it's not like I didn't like... fuck!!"

She didn't know anymore, something was tampering with her mind. It felt like months had gone by since they first did it... it was just routine for her dad to creampie his princess' pussy. Right?

"Ohgod..."

But the memory of Stefano’s fat cock splitting her open—the way he’d filled her—

The pale vixen's thighs rubbed together.

Beatrice’s eyes flicked downward.

"Are you wet right now?" she hissed.

Rebecca didn’t answer.

She didn’t need to.

Beatrice’s face twisted in disgust—but beneath it, something else flickered.

Curiosity.

"What… what does it feel like?" she asked, her soft contralto barely audible.

Rebecca’s breath hitched.

"I-It’s…"

She hesitated.

Then, slowly, she reached down, hooking her fingers into the waistband of her panties.

She pulled them down.

Beatrice’s blue eyes widened.

Rebecca’s pussy was glossy with arousal, her folds swollen, her thighs sticky with the remnants of Stefano’s cum.

"Oh my God," Beatrice whispered.

Rebecca’s fingers trailed through her own slickness, gathering the thick, creamy fluid leaking from her entrance.

She held her fingers up.

"Taste it," she murmured.

Beatrice flinched.

"Are you insane—"

"You want to," Rebecca whispered, her voice layered with Stefano’s hypnotic influence. "You’ve always wanted to."

Beatrice’s breath quickened.

Her lips parted.

Just slightly.

The First Taste

Rebecca’s fingers brushed against Beatrice’s lips.

A drop of Stefano’s cum smeared across her bottom lip.

Beatrice froze.

Then—

Her tongue darted out.

Tasting.

Her pupils dilated.

"Fuck," she gasped.

Rebecca smirked.

"Good, right?"

Beatrice’s hands shook.

"W-What is this?"

"Daddy’s special recipe," Rebecca purred, stepping closer. "Want more?"

Beatrice’s resistance crumbled.

The blonde beauty's luscious lips parted.

Rebecca’s fingers pushed in.

The Corruption Spreads

Beatrice moaned, her tongue swirling around Rebecca’s fingers, lapping up every drop of Stefano’s tainted seed.

Her knees buckled.

"Nnngh!!"

Rebecca caught her, pressing her against the piano, her free hand sliding between Beatrice’s thighs.

"You love it," Rebecca whispered, her voice dripping with Stefano’s influence. "You need it."

Beatrice nodded frantically, her wide hips grinding against Rebecca’s hand.

"Y-Yes—"

Rebecca’s fingers plunged into Beatrice’s panties, finding her soaked.

"Such a good girl," Rebecca cooed, mimicking Stefano’s tone perfectly. "Daddy will love you."

Beatrice whimpered, her back arching as Rebecca’s fingers curled inside her.

"P-Please—"

Rebecca leaned in, her lips brushing Beatrice’s ear.

"Don’t worry, Bea. Daddy’s coming for you."

The Hunter Approaches

Across town, Stefano adjusted his tie in the mirror of the Egyptian Museum’s staff bathroom.

His phone buzzed.

Rebecca: "Beatrice knows. She tasted you."

Stefano’s lips curled into a slow, predatory smile.

"Good."