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Depravo's Becoming, Part 2

Depravo's secret couldn't have picked a worse time to make itself known.

During the last trimester, a school-wide competition lasting the rest of the year would begin, ending a week before graduation. Teams were made up of either the male or female population of each class, making eight teams. Depravo was on the team of Junior Males. Each team would work to seduce and dominate members of other teams, while avoiding the same fate; if one was seduced, they were out of the competition, and would have to wear an enchanted red scarf on their arm for the rest of the competition, on which the name of the dominant student would be displayed.

Depravo hadn't participated heavily in the competition, only acting as an academic and analytical reference for his classmates. It wasn't hard for him to resist the advances of other teams' females, and he never went out to do the same.

Not that it mattered much anyway. By the next morning everybody knew Depravo's sexuality, along with his slip-up in class the previous day. Although he was hungry, he made it a point to avoid the common area and take an alternate route to class.

He kept his head down, throughout class, doing his best to ignore sideways remarks while he listened to the rules. At noon that day, the competition was to start, and this year instructors could be targets as well, for higher scores. That was new. The rest of the rules were the same: domination could be public or private, no excessive physical force, no targeting red scarf-wearing classmates, etc. Class was dismissed.

Depravo waited until the hallways were empty to seat himself on a bench in the deserted common area. He read over his notes morosely, then opened a textbook he hadn't read yet after a few minutes . This competition, the next competition, even the next year were ruined. Nobody would let him forget what had happened in the classroom, and prods at his sexuality wouldn't stop for the rest of his time there. With an exasperated sigh, he put his head down in his arms and breathed slowly, suppressing sobs for several minutes.

The next day was the same story. He tried to let slanders slide off his back, but most of them stuck, hitting home. His circle of friends shrunk, as they began avoiding him, even joining in on the belittling. He tried to stay aloof, but often had to seek refuge in solitude, even walking out of class once or twice. Most of the professors pretended not to notice.

Physical education was drawing to a close, and Depravo had waited until the locker room was empty to change back into his uniform. He didn't think he was in any physical danger, but the extra jeering from his peers urged him to take his chances and spend an extra minute or two helping the teacher clean up.

This time, the risk didn't pay off. While he was changing back into his uniform, a group of boys felt the need to capitalize on the ease of their target.

Depravo felt himself being shoved from behind while he tried to balance and pull on his shoes. He hit the locker in front of him with his shoulder and tumbled to the concrete floor, snickers raising from the trio. Depravo returned to his feet, to be shoved again. He stumbled backwards and fell again to the ground. As the boys advanced, Depravo crawled backward away from them, bumping into the wall.

"You don't belong here if you're a fag," the leader scoffed, "This campus is for demons who aren't retarded," He shook his arm, clenching his fingers into a fist and angling for a punch. Depravo shut his eyes and raised his arms in front of his head, recoiling to prepare for the blow.

"What's going on in here?" shouted a voice. Quickly, the fist dropped, the three turning around to look at the intruder. It was the physical education teacher, Ms. Valentina, a succubus with a flawless physique, the unofficial heartthrob of half the incubi in the school.

"Nothing," The lead incubus lied through his teeth. Ms. Valentina didn't buy it.

"Sure. You whoremongers owe the headmaster a visit. Get going," She commanded. With threatening looks at Depravo, they started out of the locker room, Ms. Valentina's icy glare seeing to it that they didn't look back as they left. She dropped the hostile facade after they left, as Depravo hauled himself to his feet and straightened his robe.

"You okay?" Ms. Valentina asked. Depravo nodded, picking up his other shoe.

"I'm fine..." he answered, leaning a hand against the wall to steady himself as he put his other shoe on. It wasn't completely true; the sudden influx of bullying was enough to break him down considerably, and he fought back tears thinking about it.

"You sure?" the teacher asked again. She had heard about his incident. It would be a miracle indeed to find someone who hadn't. Depravo stood and swallowed a lump in his throat and nodded, not trusting himself to speak without his voice breaking. Ms. Valentina noticed, and walked up to him, giving him a short hug.

Ms. Valentina had her TA teach her next class and invited Depravo into her office for a talk. So they talked for a little while.

"My cousin... he actually used to go to school here," Ms. Valentina recounted. "He was like you... more into guys,"

Depravo nodded. "Was he now?"

"He tried to keep it a secret too. He did a great job of that until halfway through his sophomore year. When everyone found out, nobody left him alone about it. He had to leave the school for his own safety,"

Depravo looked at the floor. What was she saying, that he should leave? 

"After he left, I got thinking" she continued.

"The competition this year... the teachers are also included for higher point values,"

Depravo nodded dumbly.

"I have an idea for you. It could make things better with the school. Or your teammates, at least," she said, in almost a whisper.

Depravo thought for a moment.

"I'm all ears,"