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What do they mean, ‘a test’? You sigh and stare at your phone screen, trying to decode the situation. First, it’s the ‘six ounces’ video. Then it’s Nate’s ‘hit list’. And now… this ‘text’ thing?

St. Hartley’s is fucked up. That much is clear. But it’s certainly more interesting than your previous school. You went through twelve years of schooling and barely got noticed.

Now you’re the center of attention at a sex cult academy. Well, maybe that’s an exaggeration. Every school runs rife with sluttiness and scandal. But St. Hartley’s is just… more obvious.

While lost in your thoughts, your phone vibrates. Another message drops in the group chat:

They send a picture. Sabrina straddles her boyfriend, her tits perky and glowing beneath the overhead light. Callum's giant cock is held against her belly. It's so long that it reaches halfway up her abdomen.

You groan and drop your phone. The boner in your pants is killing you. Is this what they wanted? You mumble fuck it to yourself and pull your pajama pants down, grabbing yourself and giving in to pleasure.