The Virgin Trial: Failure in Every Sense but Technically a Pass

A harsh light suddenly flooded the room, blinding the elf.

"Ahn—!" she whimpered softly, shielding her eyes with trembling fingers.

The trial had begun.

As her vision adjusted, the light dimmed, revealing a cozy wooden bedroom. Cabin-style. Quaint. Romantic.

To her left: a bed with crisp white sheets and blue covers. To her right: a wooden dresser with a mirror. In the corner: a rocking chair. A door sat opposite her, and behind her—an old wooden closet.

Then the door creaked open.

Finn stepped in.

Their eyes locked. He smiled. Soft. Seductive. Dangerous.

Her breath caught in her throat.

Her choker glowed—pulsing like it had a heartbeat.

"Why don't you lie down, baby?" Finn purred.

She dove onto the bed like a missile, rolled onto her back, and spread her legs like she'd trained for this moment her whole life. Her choker was blinking like an ambulance siren.

Finn laughed softly. "Wow. You look good."

He climbed onto the bed, sliding between her legs. His face hovered over hers.

"Are you ready?"

She nodded so hard her ears wobbled.

She reached down to yank her shorts off—eager, trembling—until Finn stopped her.

"No, no… let me undress too."

He slowly unzipped his pants, leaned in closer—

Then collapsed.

Right on top of her.

"Eh?! H-Hehe… y-you're very assertive," she giggled nervously. "T-Take me now…?"

She waited.

A few seconds passed.

She pushed his shoulder gently. "F-Finn…?"

Nothing.

Then—

Snore.

A loud one.

"Wait—wait, what? Are… are you sleeping?!"

Panic gripped her. "No, no, no—wake up!" She shook him. Nothing.

"YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME!" she shrieked, frantically tugging at his limp body. "WE WERE RIGHT THERE! I WAS FINALLY—"

She clutched her head. Her choker was flashing like a disco ball. Her ears drooped. Her eyes filled with tears.

"Wake up…" she whispered one last time, her voice cracking. "Please…"

But it was over.

SNAP.

The room vanished into black.

She was alone.

And still a virgin.

With a soft click, the wall slid open.

Sunlight poured in.

And standing on the floating balcony, framed by the light like awkward gods of judgment—Majestria, Finn, and Arsenio.

All three wore expressions of pure secondhand trauma.

The elf still lay on the ground, legs spread, tears streaking her cheeks. The silence was suffocating.

Finn looked like he wasn't sure if he should be aroused, scared, or just deeply sorry.

Majestria's usual smugness was gone. She looked like she wanted to crawl into her own cleavage and never come out.

Arsenio licked his lips, clearly searching for the least traumatizing words.

Finally, he spoke. "C-Congratulations… you passed the trial. Yay."

It was the most hesitant "yay" ever uttered. Also a complete lie. She had absolutely failed, emotionally, spiritually, and maybe karmically. But Arsenio had watched the whole trial and felt so much secondhand pity that he just… couldn't say no. Even Majestria broke character halfway through.

"W-Well," Arsenio continued, forcing a smile. "You've all passed the trials. Hooray. Hehe… Let's keep going. I'll be your guide. Yay. Again."

He sounded broken inside.

Finn stepped forward and offered a hand to the elf—without making eye contact. He looked everywhere but at her.

That somehow hurt worse.

Still, she reached up, gripped his hand, and rose to her feet. For a moment, she held on. Like maybe if she didn't let go, the embarrassment would go away.

But it didn't.

She let go and stared at the ground, ears drooping, cheeks burning with silent shame.

Arsenio coughed into his hand. "Right. Since all trials are technically complete, we can now ascend to the upper floors and reach the top of the tower. I'm sure everyone's eager to… put this behind us."

Nobody disagreed.

The group stepped onto the floating balcony—black flooring, railings sturdy enough to keep any idiot from falling.

The view was breathtaking. Below: fog and shadowed forest. Above: clouds split by golden sunlight. The tower soared into the sky like something out of Zelders: Ocarina of Internal Suffering.

With a soft click, the wall closed behind them.

And the balcony began to rise.

As the balcony floated upward, not a single word was spoken.

The silence was thick.

Tense.

Funeral level quietness.

The elf stared at the ground like she'd just committed a war crime and then wrote a confession about it.

Unable to take it anymore, Finn finally broke the silence. "So… that was, uh… definitely a memorable trial for everyone."

Still looking down, the elf whispered, "Why did you fall asleep on me…"

Finn stiffened. "That wasn't me."

"W-What?" Her voice cracked like her dignity.

Finn awkwardly gestured to Arsenio, who was clearly trying not to make eye contact with anyone. "It was a fear trial. Nothing inside was real. Whoever you saw? Wasn't me."

The elf's face fell. Her heart shattered into microscopic fragments. "S-So you all… saw everything?"

Finn nodded slowly, like a man preparing for his own funeral.

Her cheeks lit up bright crimson. Her choker pulsed softly—probably from humiliation or her unsatisfied libido.

Majestria chimed in immediately, "You looked way too ready for it, though. Like—legs spread, no hesitation. Kinda impressive."

"I—I did not!!" the elf shrieked.

And just like that, the two were back at it—arguing while the balcony continued to rise.

Finn stepped away from them and leaned on the railing. In the distance, he could see the ravine they'd crossed, the collapsing bridge, and even the mountain they'd plummeted from when this entire divine dumpster fire began.

For the first time since arriving, Finn felt something strange.

Peace.

'This… this is what an isekai's supposed to feel like.'

He exhaled deeply, blocking out the background bickering like a meditation monk surrounded by chaos.

Arsenio stepped up beside him.

"You know," he said, "this is one of the few great wizard towers in this region."

Finn turned his head. "Wait—there's more of these towers?"

"Of course," Arsenio replied. "They're scattered across the land. Each one's designed to protect the surrounding areas from the monsters lurking beyond."

He pointed toward the distant mountains—the very ones where Finn had first crash-landed.

Finn's eye twitched.

'That goddess dumped me outside the safety zone…' He glanced back. Majestria was now aggressively shaking the elf by the shoulders mid-argument. 'Good. She deserves to suffer with me.' He grinned like a cartoon villain.

"Oh, but no need to worry," Arsenio continued. "The towers are indestructible. No one would be stupid enough to destroy them and let the monsters in. Especially with the Demon Lord and the Seven Sins out there."

Finn blinked. "Wait—what?"

"But anyway," Arsenio said, waving it off, "we don't have to focus on that stuff. Let's stay on the mission."

"Wait—YOU CAN'T JUST—"

Ding.

The balcony stopped.

Before them stood two towering wooden doors, massive and ominous, flanked by burning torches. The walls were made of cold, gray stone bricks—like a boss arena in Elder Souls. 

Finn squinted at the doors. "This world makes no sense…"