You head to your exam

You don't spend too long getting ready, but still take the time to do your makeup and put on something nice. Usually your friends hang out after the exam wraps up and it's patio season, so you head out sporting a nice, loose top and some tight jeans, though not the ones from last night. You only bring a small bag, only needing your writing supplies. Picking up your phone, you pause and blush, remembering the power you now hold over your own body, but push the thoughts aside and shove it into your pocket.

It's not a long walk to the exam room and you've given yourself plenty of time. You try to spend the time going over course concepts in your head, but every so often your thoughts are drawn inevitably back to your evening of pleasure and the possibilities of the implant. Despite your best efforts, your pulse quickens and you have to breathe deeply to push the feelings away.

You walk in, and see that there aren't many other students waiting just yet, which makes sense; there was still a fifteen-minute or so wait until the questions started, but you like to be early. You walk over to a desk and sit down, pulling out a pencil, sharpener, and eraser. You arrange them nicely on your desk and once again try to focus on the topics of the exam. Same as before, you find it hopeless. Your mind keeps getting pulled between your legs, and you think you feel your pussy actually start to get damp. At this rate, there's no way you'll be able to focus on the exam. If only you could do something about the feelings... Wait a minute. You can!

Heart beating, you slide your phone out of your pocket and discretely open the app. Your face flushes. Are you really going to do this in public?