Punished by My Sentient Exam Papers

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Seventeen percent? Seriously, Chloe? How did you even manage to get a score this pathetic?

A golden retriever stepping on a keyboard could have scored higher than you.

Stop crying. Hold it tight. We are not stopping until you get this formula right.

After I managed to score a miserable total of seventeen percent across all my exams, my test papers literally came to life. They took turns pushing me down at my desk, starting a brutal regime of punishments and "private tutoring," determined to drag me from the bottom of the class straight to the Ivy League.

"Ugh... Im sorry! Please, just let me go!" I sobbed.

The Math exam, Matt, was absolute hell.

He wore silver-rimmed glasses, his narrow eyes curving into a sadistic smile behind the lenses. "Oh? And which step of the equation did you get wrong, babe?"

The wooden ruler in his hand tapped lightly against his palm, a slow, terrifying threat.

How was a failing student like me supposed to answer that?

If I knew where I went wrong, would I have scored a seventeen?

*Whack!*

A sharp, crisp crack echoed through the room, followed by my pitiful wail.

Even though that part of my body had the thickest cushioning, without my skirt and underwear to buffer the blow, my bare, sensitive skin couldn't take the sting.

Especially under the cold, intense gaze of someone as drop-dead gorgeous and untouchable as Matt. The mixture of pain and humiliation sent an embarrassingly warm shiver straight down my spine.

Desperate to hide my shame, I quickly sobbed out an apology. "II got every single step wrong! Everything!"

Crying and begging always worked, right?

*Whack!*

Another strike. My poor butt felt like it was on fire. "You dont even know what you did wrong, Chloe. Are you trying to play me?"

He leaned down from behind, his tall frame completely casting a shadow over me. He pinched my chin, forcing me to look up into his cold, handsome face.

"Or... would you prefer I use a different kind of 'rod' to teach you all night? Hmm? We can solve these equations while I show you how real friction works."

He tapped the ruler gently against my thigh. "Hold it tight. Don't let the marker slip out. When you get this question right, Ill let you rest. Will you dare to slack off next time?"

"No! Never again!"

I would study until my brain bled. I would master calculus. Just please, spare my ass!

After a grueling night of "advanced math," my score finally rose from a 0.5 to a solid twenty.

Only then, as the sun began to rise, did Matt finally let me off the hook.

When my best friend Tyler saw me at the school gates, his jaw dropped. "Holy crap, Chloe! Did you get attacked by some incubus last night? You look completely drained."

I gave him a deadpan look.

How could I explain to him that I was literally drained by my AP Calculus exam?

But failing students are easily pleased, especially when they hang out together.

As Tyler and I were happily planning which fence to climb to skip the morning assembly, I saw a tall, blond, blue-eyed gorgeous guy sitting casually on my desk. He waved at me with a dazzling, bright smile.

"Hi, gorgeous! I'm your English exam, Evan. Ill be supervising your morning reading today. Try to run, and Ill absolutely ruin you."

Those ridiculously long legs of his looked like they could chase me down in seconds.

I grabbed Tyler by the collar. "Oh my god, do you see him?!"

Tyler choked, his tongue practically hanging out like a dog. "Chloe... let go... I can't breathe!"

Great. He couldn't see him.

Was there seriously no one in this world who could stop these living exams from torturing me?

Lord have mercy, my ass was still throbbing!

Under the excuse of "helping me focus," Evan pulled me onto his lap with zero hesitation.

He flipped through the vocabulary book with an expectant smile, while his fingers gently traced the inside of my lips, parting my teeth. "Babe, why aren't you reading? Is your tongue too stiff? Do we need to warm it up?"

"Mmph... ugh..."

Read? Read what?!

Didn't he realize this was the first time in my life I had actually opened this prep book? The words on the page looked like hieroglyphics to me!

Since the rest of the class couldn't see Evan, to them, I was just sitting there with my mouth wide open, staring at my book with tears welled up in my eyes.

My arch-nemesis, Julian, turned around from the front row and sneered. "What's the matter, Chloe? Lost your vocal cords? A parasite like you should just drop out and go work at a fast-food joint. Sitting next to you is an embarrassment. Who cares if your family has money? No wonder your dad abandoned you and your mom."

My hands clenched around the book.

How dare he!

Julian was the golden boy of our schoolalways ranked first, insanely handsome, and praised by every teacher.

I used to treat him like a god. When I found out he came from a struggling single-parent family, I practically begged my mom to hire him as my tutor. I shared my expensive study tablets, my notes, and bought him lunch, dinner, and late-night snacks under various excuses.

But I had welcomed a snake into my home.

His mother ended up sleeping with my dad and ruining my parents' marriage.

My mom, a proud and fierce woman, cried her eyes out that night. But when she confronted my dad, she wiped her tears and took him for everything he hadusing his guilt to secure 70% of the company shares and joint assets.

My mom never blamed me for bringing Julian into our lives. But I wasn't stupid. I wanted revenge.

Unfortunately, under my dad's "easy-going, stress-free parenting," I had wasted years. My academic foundation was non-existent.

After failing several exams and being constantly mocked by Julian and his friends, I had given up. Maybe I really was just a useless, pretty idiot.

Suddenly, a sudden, tingling sensation shot up from beneath me.

It was Evan!

The sadness vanished in an instant. What the hell was this guy doing?!

Evan patted my rear and smirked. "Babe, repeat after me. A"

Me: "A"

Evan: "Arrogant!"

Me: "..."

Arro-what? My tongue felt tied.

Evan pinched the tip of my tongue sharply.

"Ow!"

"Arrogant!"

Okay, okay! It wasn't hard at all!

My tongue was practically a repeat-machine now. Just give me a Shakespearean soliloquy and I'll recite it perfectly!

But wait, what did that word mean?

"Focus, babe. Keep repeating after me, or I will literally take you right here in front of everyone," Evan whispered in my ear, his tone sweet but terrifying.

I could feel him pressing closer.

Okay, sir! Whatever you say!

I repeated exactly what he whispered.

"Youre an arrogant little swine!... Bitch!"

The classroom fell into a stunned silence as my slightly stuttered but loud English recitation echoed through the room.

When that final, beautiful curse word landed with perfect emphasis, the entire class erupted. Some people even started banging on their desks, cheering for me.

Tyler gave me a massive thumbs-up. "I don't know what got into you, but damn, I support it!"

I blinked. "Wait, you understood that? Since when did you start learning vocabulary?" I quickly whispered, "What did I just say?!"

"I didn't! I just used the real-time translator app on my phone!" Tyler grinned proudly, showing me his screen.

I snatched his phone and looked. Holy crap.

The screen read: *"Youre an arrogant little swine. Your mother is a shameless home-wrecker. Do you honestly think that destroying my reputation can cover up her trashy behavior? Good grades are nothing. Just wait until the city-wide English Speech Competition at the end of the month. I will crush you, trash!"*

Ahhhh! The exam spirit was insane!

He just signed my death warrant!

I had just publicly challenged Julian to an English speech duel.

As the reigning champion of the school's English department and the recipient of the top scholarship, Julian, of course, accepted the challenge with a cold, mocking glare.

I was dead.

I had only two weeks. How was I supposed to compete with him?

Meanwhile, Evan was still examining my mouth with an intensely focused expression.

"Babe, why is your pronunciation still so off?"

"Is your tongue not flexible enough?"

"Mmph... please..." I whimpered, pinned against his chest.

It was strange. His fingers were just touching my lips and tongue, but an unbearable, sweet pleasure was spreading through my body. Tears leaked from the corners of my eyes.

It was so embarrassing.

Evan pretended not to notice my flushed face, his green eyes darkening. "Its okay."

"I heard a story about a famous orator who used to have a severe stutter. To train his tongue, he practiced speaking with pebbles in his mouth. Eventually, he became a legend."

"Our Chloe can do that too."

So I had to put pebbles in my mouth? That sounded so dirty and uncomfortable.

He smiled, kissing the corner of my lips. "Of course not. We have much better methods."

Like this.

He parted my lips with his tongue, deepening the kiss until I was breathless.

"And like this..."

He looked down at me, his eyes burning with dark desire, and dragged my hand down to touch a very specific, hard ridge beneath his trousers. "Use this. If you can speak clearly while holding this inside you, youll never have to fear public speaking again."