Josie, Rebecca's femboy classmate senses something is off

The School Day – A Redhead Vixen’s Awakening

The morning air was crisp as Rebecca stepped through the wrought-iron gates of Cavour Institute, her backpack slung over one shoulder, her Torino soccer jersey snug against her torso. The school’s red-brick façade loomed ahead, its arched windows glinting in the sunlight, the chatter of students filling the courtyard.

She exhaled slowly, her fingers tightening around the strap of her bag.

Act normal.

"You can do it, Rebecca... E-Everything is gonna be just fine."

Just act normal.

But how could she, when every step sent a slow, taunting trickle of her father’s cum down her inner thigh? When the mark on her abdomen pulsed faintly, as if whispering secrets only she could hear?

A hand clapped onto her shoulder, making her jump.

"Rebecca! Fuck, you look like you’ve seen a ghost!"

She turned to see Giuseppe—Josie to his friends—grinning at her, his dark curls bouncing as he leaned in. He was shorter than her, his frame slender, his features delicate enough that half the school mistook him for a girl until he opened his mouth and his deep, raspy voice gave him away.

"J-Josie," she stammered, forcing a smile. "Just… tired."

Josie’s sharp brown eyes narrowed.

"Bullshit," he declared, looping his arm through hers as they walked toward the main building. "You’re walking weird. Did you pull something at practice?"

Rebecca’s cheeks burned.

"N-no, just… slept wrong."

Josie snorted.

"Uh-huh. And why’s your face all red?"

Rebecca swallowed hard, her pulse hammering.

"It’s cold out."

Josie smirked, leaning closer.

"You’re a terrible liar, Bianchi."

Rebecca elbowed him, but her stomach twisted.

If only he knew.

The Classroom

The hum of fluorescent lights buzzed overhead as Rebecca slid into her seat, the wooden chair creaking beneath her. She kept her thighs pressed tightly together, her shorts clinging to her damp skin, the fabric rubbing against the sticky mess between her legs.

Josie plopped down beside her, kicking his feet up onto the desk in front of them.

"So," he murmured, twirling a pen between his fingers. "You gonna tell me what’s really up?"

Rebecca clenched her jaw.

"Nothing’s up."

Josie’s smirk widened.

"Oh? Then why’d you just squirm in your seat?"

Rebecca’s breath hitched.

"I didn’t—"

But she had.

A fresh trickle had escaped her, the sensation making her hips jerk instinctively.

Josie’s eyes flicked downward, his grin turning wicked.

"Rebecca Bianchi,” he purred, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Are you wet right now?"

Rebecca’s entire body flushed, her fingers digging into the edge of her desk.

"Shut up," she hissed.

Josie laughed, low and knowing.

"Oh shit," he breathed, leaning in. "You are. Did you—" His eyes widened. "Did you fuck someone before school?"

Rebecca’s stomach dropped.

"N-no!"

Josie’s grin was predatory.

"Liar."

Rebecca opened her mouth to protest—

And then the bell rang.

The Incubus Crest’s Pulse

The morning passed in a blur of half-heard lectures and fidgeting discomfort. Rebecca shifted in her seat every few minutes, her cunt aching, her ass still full with the ghost of her father’s cock.

And the mark—

It thrummed.

A slow, insistent pulse beneath her skin, as if something inside her was stirring, hungering.

She pressed a hand to her abdomen beneath her desk, her fingers trembling as they traced the coiled Ouroboros.

What are you doing to me?

A fresh wave of heat pooled between her thighs, her nipples pebbling against her sports bra.

"Fuck," she whispered under her breath.

Josie shot her a look.

"You good?"

Rebecca swallowed hard.

"Y-yeah."

But she wasn’t.

She was dripping.

And the more she tried to ignore it, the worse it got.

The Lunchtime Confession

The cafeteria was a cacophony of laughter and clattering trays, the scent of cheap pasta and garlic bread thick in the air. Rebecca picked at her food, her stomach too knotted to eat.

Josie, meanwhile, was grinning like a cat who’d caught a canary.

"Okay, spill," he demanded, stabbing a fork into his lasagna. "Who was it?"

Rebecca’s fingers tightened around her water bottle.

"There’s nothing to spill."

Josie rolled his eyes.

"Rebecca, you’ve been squirming all morning. You reek of sex. And you jump every time someone touches you." He leaned in. "So who fucked you so good you’re still dazed?"

Rebecca’s pulse spiked.

"I didn’t—"

Josie’s smirk faded slightly.

"Wait." His voice dropped. "Was it… Some kind of creep?"

Rebecca’s throat closed.

"N-no," she whispered.

Josie studied her, his expression unreadable.

"Then why do you look guilty?"

Rebecca’s fingers curled into fists.

"Because it’s... wrong," she admitted, the words spilling out before the redhead vixen could stop them.

Josie blinked.

"Oh." A pause. "Ohhhh." His grin returned, wickeder than before. "So it’s someone you shouldn’t be fucking."

Rebecca’s face burned.

"Josie—"

"A teacher?" he guessed, eyes alight.

Rebecca shook her head.

"Older?"

She didn’t answer.

Josie’s grin widened.

"O-Oh shit," he breathed. "It’s that kind of wrong."

Rebecca’s stomach twisted.

"I hate you," she muttered.

Josie laughed, loud and unrepentant.

"No, you don’t," he teased. "You love that I know."

Rebecca flinched.

Because God help her—

He was right.

The Realization

By the time the final bell rang, Rebecca’s body was alight, her thoughts scattered, her cunt throbbing with every step.

Josie walked her to the gates, his smirk never fading.

"So," he murmured, bumping her shoulder. "You gonna see him again?"

Rebecca’s breath hitched.

"I… I don’t know."

Josie’s grin was knowing.

"Liar."

Rebecca didn’t argue.

Because as she stepped out onto the sidewalk, the pale vixen's slender body ached with unquenched lust, her womb tattoo pulsing with corrupt power, she knew—

She was going home.

And her father would be waiting.