They all entered the hall where the door to the Room was. The list was read out, announcing the order in which they would go in. Emily was among the first. Well, great.
Before her, a confident young man of average height stepped into the room. A large fluffy gray tail stuck out from the back of his trousers. A werewolf. Emily was almost used to this world.
There were no sounds coming from the Room, and no candidates returned—word was that there was a second exit, for both those who passed and those who failed.
Then two girls went in, followed by another boy—without tails, or at least they didn't wear them as proudly as the first alpha.
Emily was fifth. As she took her first determined step toward the Room, she thought she heard Charlotte's quiet voice behind her—"Good luck."
At the entrance, a tall man with a sharp smile, dressed in an elegant suit with a jabot, gave her instructions.
"You must try all the temptations, all the mirrors. Remove the veils from them one by one. Afterward, you must return the veils to all but one and present it at the exit. The temptation you choose is the one you will leave the Room with. Choose wisely."
Emily stepped forward, and the door shut behind her with a heavy thud.
The room was dimly lit, its heavy air filled with the scent of vanilla and something bitter, unfamiliar. Ahead, in the half-darkness, stood five tall mirrors, draped in gray veils that swayed slightly.
She took a deep breath, feeling the tips of her fingers tremble.
The first mirror pulled her toward it—the veil slipped off almost on its own, revealing a sight that made her heart race wildly.
The reflection showed her pinned against the wall, her head thrown back in sweet agony. Hunter was behind her, with his cock halfway up in her sweet hole, his hand in front of her holding her while sliding between her legs, his hot lips touching her earlobe and kissing cheek gently. It was all in the mirror, but it felt real, like it was happening. Emily wanted to turn around, but she didn't have the strength to tear her eyes away from the unfolding scene.
It wasn't just sex, she was Hunter's, he owned her, and she felt safe, ready for any adventure. She wanted to have a child with him. A little wolf cub, as for some reason she suddenly thought, a little Hunter, their union would be very powerful. She knew that Hunter had power, she could feel it through the mirror, as if the mirror was promising her something, and she didn't know what it was - that's the nature of temptation...
Emily could feel Hunter's thick, heavy cock sliding slowly, steadily, sweetly inside her, the asshole who had abandoned her in the old attic, but here it was, here, promising so much... She shuddered in orgasm, arched her back, her hips trembled, and she fell on her ass on the ground, forgetting that no one was holding her up and shaking. This wasn't real. She slipped her hand into her panties - but it was real! Her panty hole was puffy, sensitive, ready to take more.
Emily shook off the mood. Her heart was pounding furiously, just jumping out of her chest. And this was only the first mirror. She looked up, and Hunter was still kissing her in the mirror, now sitting on the floor, legs spread out on either side, with a gaping oink hole.
And this was only the first mirror.
She raised her gaze—Hunter still held her in the reflection, his lips trailing along her skin.
She looked away sharply and forced herself to stand, knees trembling. Then, with determination, she pulled down the veil from the second mirror.
The second reflection was different—warm, tender, but no less intense.
A girl with silver-blonde hair. Familiar curves—Charlotte. Charlotte?
They were both in their Academy uniforms, standing side by side against a backdrop of ancient books. Her lips, sweet and soft, touched her own. Her slender fingers slid under her shirt, drawing fiery traces on her skin, tweaking her nipples. Charlotte's touches were casual, but sensual, like a gentle fire that grew more and more intense. Where Hunter had left her untouched was only her breasts, and the next temptation played with it. Like twisted mind games.
Yet, Emily could feel the girl's body under her hands, could feel her desire growing, pulsating in every cell of her body. When Charlotte whispered something inaudible but sweet to her, she lost her footing.
This was beyond tempting. Better, perhaps, than being possessed by Hunter. Because here, the temptation wasn't just of the body. Here, she had control.
Here, she was at the Academy, and Charlotte was her ally. She had something she'd perhaps always wanted—a true friend, a partner. Someone who understood her.
Here, Emily was fearless. And intelligent—she realized that she shouldn't linger too long in any one reflection.
With a decisive breath, she uncovered the third mirror.
It was a stark contrast—Emily sat in an office, but not in this world. She was home, but dressed not in stolen rags from a servant, but in couture. She was stunning, radiating success. And she felt her father's pride.
She had never felt that before.
But she had always known what he wanted from her.
It was unpleasant to think of her father while she was still so overwhelmed and aroused, wet and with an afterglow from the previous visions, but the sensation of self-respect, of power, was almost overwhelming.
Her father appeared in the mirror. His usually stern features softened with pride as he said, "I'm proud of you."
Recognition. The thing she had longed for her entire life.
His words wrapped around her like warmth she had never known. She saw herself in his embrace—cold, distant hands that, for the first time, accepted her.
Her chest ached, tears burned in her throat.
She was being pulled toward the mirror, toward something she had never had.
She could buy all the knowledge in the world. Maybe, one day, she could even own this damned Academy…
She had to move on.
So far, each temptation had been stronger than the last.
Shaken, fucked, exhausted, and now with tears in her eyes, she pulled down the fourth veil.
And there, once again, was… Hunter.
But not quite him.
No, she knew it wasn't him.
But he looked like him.
He was paler, lighter than Hunter. He wore some kind of light gray uniform—familiar, though Emily couldn't remember from what exactly, where she had seen it.
He stood behind her.
And suddenly, she felt him holding her wrists firmly behind her back, whispering in her ear—
"You'll go back to where you came from. But you'll be stronger. You'll be able to do anything you want—because you'll be free. Free, do you hear me? From all of them. From all of it."
His lips brushed her neck, his grip unwavering.
It was intoxicating—this was what she truly wanted.
Freedom. Freedom!
Her head spun.
But escaping this other Hunter's grasp wasn't easy.
She had to force herself to squeeze her eyes shut before his hold began to loosen.
But the whispering didn't stop. The temptation still called to her.
The fifth and final mirror concealed something entirely different. When the veil fell, a wave of emotion washed over her.
She saw herself—radiant, happy, sitting at her easel.
There was no fame, only a dream. There was no temptation, only a feeling of absolute happiness. No sex, no weapons. No burning desire, no greed - just clean passion. Clear passion.
She looked into her own eyes—and in the mirror, she was alone.
She felt that it was time to choose, yet Emily couldn't tear her gaze away.
She knew—this was her choice, even if it meant failing.
Gathering the last of her strength, she closed her eyes. Logic was slipping away, whispers filled her ears, and it felt as though three pairs of hands roamed over her body everywhere they wanted (or she wanted?), while, at the same time, her father embraced her warmly.
She covered Hunter first. Reminded herself that this seductive bastard had abandoned her. As she struggled with the heavy silk veil, Hunter in the mirror continued to touch her—but now, she was ready for the Temptations.
Next, she veiled her father.
Then—the terrifying second Hunter, trying to ignore his whisper.
She hesitated in front of Charlotte's mirror. Should she choose this one instead?
But in the end, she veiled it too.
By the time she stepped out of the Room, her legs barely held her.
Waiting for her was the Academy's strict and elegant deputy headmistress.
Emily held out the veil from the fifth mirror.
The woman's mismatched eyes gleamed as she gave her a scrutinizing look, then tossed her a statement:
"You have passed the first trial. Keep this—it is your reward: the cloak of a Student of Wicked Delights Academy. It will always remind you of the temptation you chose. But for now, you still need to earn a clasp for this cloak. That will be much harder."
Emily barely nodded, feeling the world blur around her.
She made it to her room, collapsed onto the mattress, and passed out instantly.
In her dreams, another reality awaited—where two Hunters and Charlotte shared her body. She was trapped between them, at the center of a sinful trio from which there was no escape. Their touches blended together, and desire burned through her in waves, keeping her fevered until morning.
She slept covered with her new cloak.