Several days later—

"You have 90 minutes! Begin!!"

Rigel was taking the Royal Academy entrance exam.

After the examiner gave the signal, all the examinees began solving the problems at once. Their exam subjects were six in total: National Language, Mathematics, History, Geography, Swordsmanship Theory, and Magic Theory. With so many subjects, they had to complete them all within 90 minutes. The difficulty level was quite high.

(Well, I’ve got plenty of time.)

Rigel looked at the questions and smirked inwardly. As the heir to a Marquis family, he had received a solid education. He also had knowledge from his previous life. After obtaining the cheat skill [Rape], he had gained plenty of real combat experience. On top of that, he had thoroughly prepared for the entrance exam by hiring a tutor. There was no way Rigel would struggle with this test. He finished answering all the questions leisurely in less than the first 30 minutes.

(Now then, there’s still over an hour until the exam ends. I’m bored... Apparently I can submit my answer sheet to the examiner and leave early, but...)

At that moment, Rigel glanced at the seat next to him. A girl was sitting there.

"Uuu... Sob..."

The girl was trembling with tears in her eyes. When he sneaked a glance at her answer sheet, it was full of blank spaces.

(Hey now, are you going to be okay...?)

Rigel couldn’t help but smile wryly. She clearly didn’t seem to meet the passing standard.

"Hey, are you alright?"

Rigel quietly called out to the girl next to him. She jolted and looked up.

"Eh!? Y-yes! I’m fine!!"

The girl’s reply was energetic, but it was obviously forced. However, her voice was loud enough to echo in the quiet examination hall, drawing the attention of those around them.

"You there! No talking!!"

The examiner warned them. Rigel quickly closed his mouth.

"S-sorry..."

The girl also apologized in a small voice. She tried to return to solving the problems, but—

(Hey now! At this rate you’ll never pass!!)

She clearly couldn’t concentrate. And looking at her answer sheet—

(Uoh, this is bad...)

It was almost entirely blank. On top of her lack of knowledge, the earlier interaction had completely broken her focus.

(Even if the written exam goes poorly, you might be able to recover in the other tests... but there’s a limit to that.)

The entrance exam had four subjects: academics, basic physical fitness, swordsmanship, and magic. If she lost too many points in academics (the written exam), the rest would be extremely difficult. From the looks of her, the girl didn’t seem particularly athletic. If the written exam failed, she would probably be eliminated right there.

(Her appearance is quite shabby too... She looks like a commoner. Is she just another mediocre person influenced by that so-called ’Miracle Generation’? Or does she actually excel in swordsmanship or magic despite how she looks?)

Rigel speculated about the girl’s background. Either way, at this rate, failure was almost certain.

(It doesn’t really matter if some trash fails, but... Hehe! This looks like a good way to kill time!!)

Rigel smirked inwardly. He decided to use the girl to relieve his boredom during this tedious time.

(Alright, first— [Magic Enema]!!)

Rigel secretly cast an enema spell on the girl. Glycerin generated from magical power entered her anus.

"Nguh!?"

The girl let out a strange sound, probably due to the sudden discomfort in her abdomen. Her eyes widened.

(Perfect, it worked!)

Rigel smirked. The enema magic was a new spell he had developed. It wasn’t particularly groundbreaking — it was an application of creation magic and spatial magic.

He generated glycerin using magical power, then transferred it near the target’s anus. After that, he used magic to move it and pour it into her rectum. That was all.

(Well, the difficulty is pretty high though.)

Creating something like glycerin instead of simple water or stones was tricky. On top of that, he had to transfer it precisely to the anus of a girl sitting a short distance away. Even a slight miscalculation would cause the glycerin to stick to the chair or her butt, rendering it useless. Even after successfully transferring it near her anus, he still had to guide it into her rectum using magic.

For an ordinary mage, it would require considerable concentration and magical power. However, thanks to the benefits of his cheat skill [Rape], Rigel excelled at such things.

(Now then...)

Rigel observed the girl’s changes. Her face had turned slightly pale and she was fidgeting restlessly.

Gurururu...!

Gururururu...!!

Unsettling sounds came from the girl’s stomach.

(Oh, it’s already taking effect! Kukuku...)

The enema was giving the girl a powerful urge to defecate. The glycerin stimulated her intestines and induced bowel movements.

"Ugh! Guu...!!"

(Hey now, your face is completely pale! Don’t shit yourself too easily, okay?)

Rigel smiled wryly. The poor girl had completely become Rigel’s tool for killing time. She was already struggling with the written exam, and now she had been given an enema by Rigel. What would become of her fate—?

—-

Rigel was taking the written portion of the entrance exam.

The time limit was 90 minutes. He had finished answering all the questions in less than the first 30 minutes. He had considered submitting his answer sheet and leaving early, but he came up with a good way to kill time.

"Haa... Sob... A-ah..."

(Hehe! What a wonderful face she’s making!!)

Sitting next to Rigel was a single girl. Her answer sheet was full of blanks. She clearly lacked the necessary academic ability. On top of that, she had been hit with Rigel’s [Magic Enema] and was desperately fighting the urge to defecate. The girl had a pained expression and cold sweat on her forehead.

(Kukuku! She stopped writing and is desperately holding it in. I wonder if she can endure until the end of the exam without going to the toilet?)

The examiners hadn’t noticed the girl’s strange behavior. Some other examinees might have noticed, but they were too focused on the problems to pay much attention.

(Just watching her like this is a decent way to kill time... but I want to play around a little more.)

With that thought, Rigel—

Clatter.

Roll roll...

He deliberately dropped his writing utensil on the floor.

Scraaape!!

He pulled his chair back. The sound made the girl flinch violently.

"You there! Is something wrong?"

"I’m sorry. I dropped my writing utensil... I’ll pick it up myself."

"Stay seated! We examiners will pick it up! Remain in your chair!!"

"Eh, but..."

"I said stay seated! We explained this at the beginning, didn’t we?!"

After being warned by the examiner, Rigel sat back down. The rule was that if you dropped something during the written test, you were not allowed to pick it up yourself — you had to call an examiner. He had indeed been told this at the start. He didn’t know the exact reason, but it was probably to prevent cheating. Rigel had caused this small commotion while fully aware of the rule.

(Now then...)

While waiting for the examiner, he observed the girl. Her face was deathly pale and her whole body was trembling.

(Kukuku! She really looks like she’s at her limit.)

Rigel smirked inwardly. The girl’s endurance seemed to be reaching its breaking point. The sound of Rigel moving his chair and the interaction with the examiner had drawn the attention of the other examinees. Naturally, the girl sitting right next to him was also caught in their field of vision.

"Uuu... Sob..."

(That expression is perfect!)

Seeing the girl’s pained face, Rigel felt a thrilling excitement. Just leaking during the exam would be incredibly humiliating. On top of that, because of Rigel, she was now drawing the attention of all the other examinees. She couldn’t afford to leak — not even a fart. He understood just how painful that must be.

(Aaah, this is unbearable...)

Rigel grinned as he watched the girl. Eventually, the examiner came to pick up the writing utensil.

"This is what you dropped, right? —Hm!? This crest is..."

"Oh, please don’t mention my family background. The Royal Academy doesn’t care about status, right?"

Rigel checked the examiner. In terms of family status, there were few people higher than Rigel, the heir to a Marquis house. The examiner’s rank was unknown, but his earlier words seemed to have had an effect.

"Ugh... U-understood... Please try not to drop things again..."

"Yes, I understand."

Rigel smiled at the examiner. Then he turned his gaze back to the girl. Even while Rigel was interacting with the examiner, she had been desperately fighting the urge to defecate.

(Now then...)

Rigel thought. He could simply continue watching and wait for her to leak. A girl who soiled herself and drew everyone’s attention — that would definitely leave her traumatized. She might never show her face in public again. Just imagining it excited Rigel.

(No, wait...)

However, Rigel rejected that idea. His cheat skill [Rape] only leveled up when he finished with a creampie. Masturbating to the sight of a girl having an accident wouldn’t raise his level. Alternatively, he could enjoy the accident scene here and later attack her lodging to rape and creampie her, but he rejected that idea too. If the "endurance play" and "creampie rape" lost their continuity in time and place, they would become separate acts. The former might be fine, but the latter would just feel like a chore.

(Can’t be helped... I’ll deal with her personally!)

Rigel smirked while looking at the girl. Then he called out to the examiner who was still nearby.

"Excuse me, I’ve finished answering. I’d like to submit my answer sheet and leave."

"Hm... Very well, I permit your exit. There is a basic physical fitness test next, so make sure you return in time."

"Of course."

With the examiner’s permission, Rigel stood up. He then moved to stand in front of the girl sitting next to him.

"Examiner, this girl seems to be feeling unwell."

"Hm! Indeed, her face is deathly pale..."

"I’ll take her to the infirmary. Is it alright if we leave together?"

"Ah, yes... However, once you leave, you cannot return to answer—"

"Hm? Did you say something?"

Rigel glared at the examiner. Officially, status didn’t matter at the Royal Academy, and flaunting it was prohibited. Normally, speaking rudely to an examiner would only get him in trouble, with no benefit to the student.

However, this particular examiner was different. He had seen the Goussel Marquis family crest on Rigel’s writing utensil earlier. Even if the rule was "status doesn’t matter," he couldn’t carelessly dismiss the heir of a Marquis house.

"...No, I permit your exit. As the supervisor, I will accompany you..."

The examiner yielded. He offered to accompany them as a supervisor because other examinees were watching... but it was probably just for show. Rigel looked down at the girl, who was still breaking out in cold sweat, and grinned.