That afternoon, Iris Valderia had a mission that, in theory, should’ve been her top priority: taking a simuted entrance exam for the prestigious Valderia Academy.

  It wasn’t the official exam, of course, but an early version her father, King Aldric, had secured through his connections.

  The idea was simple: if Iris passed, she could attend the academy like any talented noble; if she failed, she’d be stuck in the castle forever, tutored under her family’s roof as the useless princess everyone thought she was.

  It was a private test, a royal favor to avoid the public shame of a flop.

  But Iris wasn’t fooled: she knew her parents were doing this because they expected nothing from her.

  ‘If I fail, no one finds out, and they’ll keep treating me like an idiot,’ Iris thought, a knot of sadness and anger tightening in her chest as she walked down a castle hallway.

  Beside her was the head maid, the one with silver-gray hair falling in messy strands over her shoulders, clutching a stack of scrolls under her arm.

  The woman wouldn’t stop talking, her nasal, bossy voice grating on Iris’s nerves.

  “Remember, Your Highness, the basics of magic are key,” she said, tucking a strand behind her ear with a quick flick. “For example, if you mix fire magic with earth magic, you get a psma explosion. And if you use water magic against wind, you end up with an icy tornado. It’s basic, right?”

  Iris barely listened. Her eyes were narrowed, and her breaths came in slow, shaky sighs as she fought not to moan out loud.

  That damn tiny mage trapped in her vagina wouldn’t stop moving.

  Every brush, every kick sent an electric jolt up her spine, making her clench her thighs hard.

  ‘What the hell is he doing in there now?’ Iris thought, biting the inside of her cheek until she tasted blood.

  The maid kept yammering, oblivious to her torment, but Iris only caught snippets: “fire and wind make water,” “earth and water is fire.”

  It all sounded absurd, but Iris didn’t have the energy to argue.

  When they reached a wooden door carved with golden runes, the maid stopped and turned to her, frowning with that look Iris hated.

  “Are you alright, princess?” she asked, tilting her head slightly.

  Her gray eyes scanned Iris’s face, catching the sweat beading on her forehead and the faint tremble in her hands.

  Iris, her mind lost in the chaos of sensations Kai was stirring, nodded with a jerky motion.

  “Y-yes, I’m fine,” Iris said, forcing a smile that looked more like a grimace.

  ‘Damn mage! I’m about to come right here in the hallway because of you!’ Iris thought, annoyed as she squeezed her crotch, while the maid opened the door with a creak and gestured for her to enter.

  “Good luck, Your Highness,” the woman murmured, her tone more pity than encouragement, before shutting the door behind her with a solid thud.

  The room was set up like a makeshift cssroom: polished stone walls, an iron chandelier hanging from the ceiling with flickering candles, and a rge desk at the back where a middle-aged man sat waiting.

  He was the proctor, a skinny guy with a short bck beard, dressed in a dark blue robe embroidered with silver threads.

  In front of him was a small desk with a stack of scrolls and an ink-dipped quill.

  He stood when he saw her, bowing with respect.

  “Princess Iris, it’s an honor,” he said, his voice deep but warm, adjusting the round gsses slipping down his nose.

  Iris raised a hand, trying to seem casual despite the heat creeping up her legs.

  “No need for all that formality,” she replied, aiming for a light tone that came out choppy. “Soon I’ll just be a student, right?”

  Iris forced a smile, though her lips quivered a bit.

  The proctor returned it, showing slightly crooked teeth.

  “I’m gd to hear that attitude, Your Highness,” he said, sitting back down and gesturing kindly to the desk. “Please, take a seat.”

  Iris approached the desk with stiff steps, sitting carefully to avoid overstimuting herself.

  ‘Come on, focus…’ Iris thought, closing her eyes for a second to recall what she’d studied st night.

  But her mind was bnk.

  Not a single magic formu, not a basic spell, nothing.

  All that filled her head was the constant tickle in her groin, like the mage was pying hide-and-seek with her nerves.

  ‘Damn mage, why won’t you stay still?’ Iris thought, gritting her teeth as she grabbed the quill with shaky fingers.

  The proctor cleared his throat, adjusting his gsses again.

  “Are you feeling alright, princess?” he asked, leaning forward with a raised eyebrow.

  His dark eyes studied her curiously, noting how her breathing was faster than normal and her cheeks were red like she’d run a marathon.

  Iris swallowed, forcing a calm expression she could barely hold.

  “Yes, I’m fine,” she lied, her voice higher than she meant it to be.

  ‘Damn my luck… I wish I knew all the answers to this…’ Iris thought, silently cursing the exam and the whole world.

  The proctor nodded slowly, though he didn’t seem fully convinced, and slid the first scroll toward her.

  “You’ll have 90 minutes to complete the questions,” he expined, pointing to an hourgss on the desk. “Start whenever you’d like.”

  Iris took the scroll with sweaty hands, unfolding it in front of her.

  The first question was written in elegant calligraphy:

  “If water magic and fire magic collide, it causes…”

  Below was a bnk line, like any fill-in-the-bnk exam, but something weird happened.

  The words “an explosion” appeared on that line, though not as dark as the rest of the text.

  It was like the ink had faded a bit, as if the scribe had a bad day and the quill had run weak.

  Iris blinked, confused, and read the question again.

  ‘An explosion? Why’s it written there?’ Iris thought, frowning as Kai’s tickling shot up her spine again.

  She moved to the next scroll.

  “Earth magic and wind magic generate…”

  And again, on the supposedly bnk line, “dust” appeared in that lighter, almost grayish ink.

  Iris dropped the quill onto the desk with a sharp cck, her eyes wide.

  ‘What the hell is this?’ Iris thought, gncing at the proctor, but the man was busy reviewing papers, humming a low tune while scribbling with his own quill.

  ‘Did they give me an exam with the answers already filled in?’ Iris thought, a mix of fury and bewilderment swirling inside her.

  The little angel on her shoulder popped up, hands on hips.

  ‘This isn’t right, Iris. You should say something,’ it said, its tone worried.

  But the demon wasn’t far behind, appearing on the other side with a ugh.

  ‘Say something? Take it, you idiot! They’re handing you a win on a ptter,’ it shot back, crossing its arms with a mocking grin.

  Iris clenched her fists over the scroll, crinkling the edges a bit.

  ‘Do they think I’m so stupid they’d give me a solved exam?’ Iris thought, her heart pounding with pure indignation.