In the locker room showers, Rebecca answers her coach's doubts

The Aftermath – A Daughter’s Hypnotic Awakening

The fluorescent lights of the locker room hummed overhead, casting sterile white reflections across the damp tiles. Steam curled through the air, thick with the scent of soap, sweat, and the lingering musk of sex. Rebecca’s skin still tingled, the redhead vixen's slender body humming with the aftershocks of her futa succubus transformation, the pale beauty's monstrous cock now nothing more than a swollen, sensitive bud nestled between her toned thighs.

"D-Damn... Can't believe we have done this."

Valentina leaned against the shower wall beside her, the mature woman's toned body glistening under the spray, her dark eyes half-lidded with exhaustion. Cum still dripped from her gaping asshole, the thick strands of it swirling down the drain between her feet.

"Fuck," she muttered, running a hand through her wet brunette hair. "I can still feel you."

Rebecca’s cheeks burned, her lithe fingers trembling as she lathered soap over her stomach, where the Ouroboros crest had faded to a faint, shimmering outline.

"I—I’m sorry," she whispered, her voice small.

Valentina snorted.

"Don’t be." She turned, her dark eyes locking onto Rebecca’s. "But you are going to tell me what the fuck that was."

Rebecca’s breath hitched.

"I don’t know," she lied.

Valentina’s lips curled into a smirk.

"Bullshit." She stepped closer, the water cascading between them, her voice dropping to a husky murmur. "You changed, Bianchi. You grew a damn cock and not a needle but a bitch-breaking monster!! You fucked me like a stallion. And now you’re going to pretend you don’t know why?"

Rebecca’s pulse spiked, her mind racing.

"I—"

But then—

A pulse.

The mark on her toned stomach flickered, and something shifted inside the petite beauty.

CORRUPT

A power.

DOMINATE!

A whisper.

BREED!!

A command.

Rebecca's emerald eyes glowed.

"D-Damn... This can't be real. Is this the same power as dad's?"

The Hypnosis

"H-Hey, are you feeling that too?"

Valentina’s smirk froze, her smoky contralto suddenly drowsy.

The voluptuous milf's dark eyes glazed over.

"Huu..."

Her body stilled, the mature woman's breath slowed down, her muscles loosening as if she’d been ****.

Rebecca blinked.

"V-Valentina?"

The coach didn’t respond.

Instead, she sank to her knees, her hands pressing against the wet tiles, her head tilting back, her lips parting in submission.

"Mmm," she hummed, her voice dreamy, distant. "You taste so good, Rossa."

Before Rebecca could react, Valentina leaned forward, her tongue lapping at the redhead’s dripping slit, the heat of it making Rebecca jolt.

"W-wait—!"

But Valentina didn’t stop.

Her tongue pressed deeper, flicking against Rebecca’s swollen clit, her lips sealing around the sensitive nub as she sucked, hard.

Rebecca gasped, her fingers tangling in Valentina’s hair, her hips jerking forward.

"F-FUCK—!"

Valentina moaned, the vibrations of it sending shocks of pleasure up Rebecca’s spine.

"So sweet," she murmured, her voice slurred, hypnotized. "So perfect."

Rebecca’s mind spun.

This isn’t—

This can’t be—

But the mark pulsed again, and the power surged, and Rebecca understood.

She could control her.

She could make her forget.

Her fingers tightened in Valentina’s hair.

"Valentina," she whispered, her voice echoing with command. "You don’t remember anything."

Valentina whimpered, her tongue still working between Rebecca’s thighs.

"N-no…" she mumbled, her voice dazed. "I don’t… remember…"

Rebecca’s breath hitched.

"Good girl."

And then—

She pushed deeper.

The mark flared, and Valentina’s memories were now under the redhead vixen's grasp.

The Aftermath

The showers shut off.

Valentina blinked, her dark eyes clearing, her body stiffening as if waking from a dream.

"The hell—?" She frowned, her fingers pressing against her temple. "Why am I on my knees?"

Rebecca’s heart pounded.

"You—you slipped," she lied, her voice shaky. "I was helping you up."

Valentina’s brow furrowed.

"I… slipped?"

Rebecca nodded, her fingers trembling as she reached for a towel.

"Yeah. You hit your head. You okay?"

Valentina grunted, rubbing her temple.

"Fucking tiles," she muttered, standing. "I hate these showers."

Rebecca exhaled, her body sagging with relief.

It had worked.

The mark had given her this.

And now—

Now she understood.

Her fingers traced the faint outline of the crest, her mind racing.

What else can I do?

A wicked grin spread on the pale vixen's pretty face. The possibilities made her fat throbbing cock pulse with... W-Wait, she didn't have it anymore, the Futa Succubus' demonic heritage lay hidden as she fantasized.__

Who else can I control?

Valentina tossed her a towel, her smirk returning.

"Quit staring, Rossi. Get dressed. We’ve got practice tomorrow."

Rebecca nodded, her lips curving into a small, secret smile.

"Yes, Coach."