The talk of the school

The Walk of Shame – A Pregnant Slut’s First Day

Rebecca’s usual Torino FC jersey clung too tight now, the fabric straining over her swollen belly. She’d tried to hide it with a hoodie, but the bulge was undeniable—a smooth, firm curve that made her look like she’d swallowed a melon.

"O-Ohmygodd..."

Or a demon’s brood.

The streets of Torino were bustling with morning commuters, and Rebecca kept her head down, the pale vixen's cheeks burning as stares followed her.

"What the fuck…?" a man muttered under his breath, the old bastard's eyes locked on her stomach.

Rebecca flinched, her lithe fingers curling into fists.

"Ignore them," Stefano murmured beside her, the incubus' hand resting possessively on the small of her back. "They don’t matter. Only I, we matter."

Rebecca nodded, the redhead beauty's breath shaky as the sex demon's corrupt touch took effect.

"Y-Yes, Daddy..."

Cavour Institute – The Whispers Begin

The school gates loomed ahead, and Rebecca’s stomach churned.

"You’ll be fine," Stefano said, pressing a kiss to her temple. "Remember—Osiris Ankh."

The trigger flared in her mind, and Rebecca moaned, the slender vixen's thighs pressing together as heat flooded her core.

"Nnnnngh!! D-Dad—"

"Go on," he smirked. "And don’t forget—your pussy is mine. If anyone touches you, I’ll know."

Rebecca swallowed hard, then stepped forward.

"Shitshitshit..."

The whispers started immediately.

"Yoo check that out, man—"

"Is that Rebecca?"

"Holy shit!!—she wasn’t like that yesterday!"

The redhead beauty's soccer teammate, Giulia, gaped as she approached.

"R-Rebecca?! What the fuck happened to you?!"

Rebecca’s fingers twitched against her belly, the young woman's pulse racing.

"I—"

Then the first kick hit.

"Nnnngh!"

Her breath hitched, her eyes widening as something moved inside her.

"O-Oh my God," Giulia whispered, horrified. "You’re pregnant."

Rebecca’s luscious red lips parted—

"Why deny it? This will soon be their reality too, papa's seed will spread through the city..."

And then she smiled.

"Y-Yes," she murmured, her soft contralto dreamy, high on Stefano’s corrupt influence. "And it feels amazing."

The Breaking Point – A Daughter’s Submission

By lunchtime, the entire school knew.

"I wonder who the father is... maybe a professor knocked her up!"

"What a fucking slut..."

"Yeah, but having a child with this environment crisis is so unethical..."

Rebecca sat in the cafeteria, her swollen belly on full display, the slender beauty's toned thighs slick with arousal as the stares burned into her.

"Who’s the father?" someone dared to ask.

Rebecca’s lips curled.

"Someone powerful," she purred, the redhead vixen's lithe fingers tracing her stomach. "Someone who owns me."

Her phone buzzed—a message from Stefano.

"Meet me in the bathroom. Now."

Rebecca’s cunt clenched.

"Huu..."

She stood, ignoring the gasps, the murmurs, the judgment.

Let them talk.

She had a daddy to please.