Dirty Mind Test Novels & Stories

“Ummm let’s see, I had 2 packs of m&m’s this morning at like 4 am with a shot of expresso, then after the meeting Stephano called, I ate a few skittles and drank a bottle of coke.” I could feel myself become more and more horrified with each word that came out of her mouth. “How are you still alive?” I ask with real wonder and surprise in my voice. “I’m Ava fucking Ferrari, a little sugar is not going to kill me, I once ate a whole pepperoni pizza while drinking 3 bottles of champagne on my own when my boyfriend broke up with me.” “AVA THAT’S NOT SOMETHING TO BE PROUD OF!!” At this Ava started laughing like a fucking crazy person while jumping on my bed for some reason.

She looks around and then she looks down "Wha- not what," she says looking back up at me "Nina my laptop stays in our room," I say grinning "Okay, fine look I'm going through a phase. You took my virginity and now all I wanna do is fuck you and I hate it because I'm stressed. I'm so insatiable, aren't I? Oh my god I'm an addict I need to see a psychiatrist don't I" she says pacing the office and then stopping to look back at me

“And he doesn't know how to turn them off.” “Like hypersexuality?” “Yes, dear. It’s a disorder. The doctors have tried—" I know what that is. I also remember him going for therapy a while ago. I want to feel sympathy for him, but something in my chest won’t settle. “And therapy?” Daniel exhales through his nose. Not defensive. Not apologetic. Just tired. “That too didn’t work. His body produces so much testosterone, Joyce. He can’t think, he can’t sleep, unless he has a way to let it out. I didn’t—” She stops, presses her fingers into her temple. “I didn’t see another way.”

My mind instantly became a filthy movie, one crude thought after another flashing through my head in half a minute. I stood up again and excused myself. I needed air. I needed to get my mind out of the fucking gutter and my heart to stop trying to beat its way out of my chest. But no amount of cold water on my face could wash away those dirty thoughts. Nothing could stop the porno playing in my head.

His cries are so loud, I'm sure one can hear him from outside. "They have humiliated us enough!" He cries. "I will not take their stupid tests any more. I will not disgrace myself again for them!" He bitterly declares taking a sit on the floor, tears running down his face as he sobs. He failed the third test, that was testing one's self control, which means he is officially out of the chance to win the wishes. The sincalion had said anyone wanting to win the wishes must pass at least five out of six tests. Tedmold has already failed two. Most people didn’t pass because they were drunk and couldn’t think clearly.

I watched the water carry the mess into the drain and told myself to breathe. Steam fogged the thin mirror. My face was pale and my mouth trembled. I looked like a girl who had been thrown into a storm and had not found land yet. The case sat in my head like a heartbeat. One million. I pressed my palms to the edge of the sink and made a decision to get clean and to think and to move only when my hands stopped shaking. I stepped under the quick shower and let the water run over me. It washed the filth and the smell and the humiliation. It did not wash the temptation. That only grew stronger and clearer until it felt like a sentence I could read with my eyes closed.

“Years, if you are lucky and disciplined. You have days. Focus.” Fen nodded once, expression unchanged. Liv stood perfectly still already. Tor watched Sylvie with quiet intensity. Malrick continued. “We begin with the simplest test. Stand motionless for ten minutes. No shifting, no scratching, no speaking. Begin now.” Most failed within the first two minutes. Rylan fidgeted. Kira coughed once, then twice. Tor scratched his arm before catching himself. Only Fen and Liv remained statue-like, breathing so shallow it was nearly invisible.

He chimes, I let it go. “ Then tell me what I'm walking into.” He asks after a long pause. “A scent purity test, doesn’t just document baseline pheromones.” I tell him. “I know that already.” “They test for bond traces,” He goes silent and I continue. “ They test for mating makers and if there's any irregularities…..” my throat tightens. “The process becomes gruesome.” I see, his eyes become stark with terror.” Gruesome how?” He meets my eyes as i tell him. “ They test blood.”

He just kept them there, sloppy with my juices, which continued to flow. His unreadable expression morphed into one of pure disgust as he watched his fingers inside me. Then he spoke again. "We watch for their chastity. We want to know how loose their pussies are, how used they are. A virgin is the jackpot, that gets us a lot of money. We place bets and that always brings in easy money. But we both know you're not a virgin, aren't you?" He asked again, and I shook my head once more. "There you have it. So now we're going to have to just do our second test and see how much stretched this pussy is."

More comments floated in midair. "What just happened? Is the system glitching?" "That doesn't make sense. The female lead got all of the side character's answers. How did she score that low?" I looked up at the screen. The number was right there in black and white. The score was abysmal. It didn't even clear the minimum cutoff for the lowest-tier schools. "How is that possible? Did you type in the wrong ID number?" Mom was the first to react, practically throwing herself at the computer.