The S-Class Mage is a Gyaru!? Chapter 11: Paired Resonance Trial, Part One

{Akari}

"The fuck even IS a Paired Resonance Trial?"

I'm sprawled across this fancy library table, my head in Haruka's lap while she flips through so crusty-ass book that probably costs more than my rent. The leather binding feels expensive against my fingers, and the gold lettering practically screams 'old money.' I can just about feel Haruka's dick right under my head.

[Seriously, who writes this stuff? Can we get a translator? I don't speak "stuck-up".]

"According to this," Haruka says, her fingers running gently through my hair. Every touch sends little shivers down my spine. "It's when two mages sync their mana flows to create amplified magical effects. From a practical perspective, basically, it just makes your magic stronger. Sounds complicated as hell."

"Ugh, everything in this place is complicated as hell." I groan, stretching until my uniform top rides up, showing a flash of underboob. Naturally, Haruka reaches over and grabs my tit like she owns it (and, well, she does). "Like, why can't they just say 'team up and do magic' like normal people?"

The library's humming with this weird energy that makes my skin tingle. Magical study lamps float overhead, casting everything in this dreamy golden light that makes even the dust motes look expensive. So students are scattered around, most of them keeping their distance from us.

Not that I bla them. Two gyaru sprawled out like we own the place probably offends their delicate sensibilities.

"Oh shit, wait." Haruka's fingers pause in my hair, and I almost whine at the loss. "Listen to this part: 'The bond between partners must be extraordinarily strong, as any dissonance in their magical frequencies could result in catastrophic feedback.'"

"Catastrophic feedback?" I tilt my head back, getting an upside-down view of Haruka's perfect tits barely contained by her uniform. "The fuck does that an?"

"It ans," this ice-cold voice cuts in, "that if you ss it up, both participants could end up permanently damaged."

[Ah, shit.]

I don't even need to look. I've only talked to this bitch once, but that prissy voice could only belong to one person.

Still, I do look, and - yeah, it's Miyuki.

She's standing there like so kind of magical princess, not a single strand of that long, perfect black hair out of place. Her lips curve into sothing that's trying to be a smile but cos off more like a sneer.

She really does have so huge titties, though. The way her uniform hugs those curves should be illegal, especially since she's such a massive bitch.

[Man, why are the hot ones always such cunts?]

"Oh hey, baby!" I flash her my brightest smile, not bothering to move from Haruka's lap. "Co to wish us luck?"

"Hardly." Her perfect nails tap against the table, and I watch them because it's better than continuing to stare at her boobs. She's an opp, after all. "I ca to inform you that Professor Chen is looking for you. Sothing about your... questionable choice in partner."

Haruka's hand tightens in my hair, and the little sting goes straight to my dick.

[Not the ti, hormones!]

"Aw, you worried about us?" My grin gets wider, sharper. "That's sweet, but and my girl got this."

"Your 'girl' barely passed her basic resonance exam." Miyuki's eyes flick to Haruka like she's sothing stuck to her designer shoes. "But I suppose that's fitting. The great S-Class mage, choosing diocrity to make herself look better."

[Oh, this bitch did NOT just co for my bestie.]

I sit up slowly, feeling my magic spark under my skin. My eyes are probably glowing pink - they do that when I'm pissed.

"Wanna say that again, princess?"

"I think," Haruka cuts in, her voice steady even though I can feel her trembling slightly, "you should walk away now."

The air crackles, and my skin prickles with unspent magic.

Students are staring, probably hoping for a fight.

But, much to their disappointnt (and mine), Miyuki steps back.

"Just trying to help," she says with this elegant little shrug. "After all, when you fail spectacularly, it won't just be your reputation on the line." She turns to leave, then pauses. "Oh, and Nakamura? Next ti you want to play with so fire magic... you know where to find ."

We watch her strut away, those heels clicking against the floor like she's on a fucking runway.

"What a bitch."

"Hey." Haruka grabs my hands, and fuck, her skin is so soft. "Don't let her in your head. You're literally perfect for this."

"Am I though?" I bite my lip, tasting cherry lip gloss. "What if she's right? What if I fuck up?"

"Then we fuck up together," Haruka says firmly, and god, when did she get so close? Her breath fans across my face, sweet like the bubble gum she's always chewing. "Besides..." Her lips brush my ear, and my cock twitches. "Nobody knows my frequency better than you, baby."

The innuendo makes snort despite everything.

"Holy fuck, babe, you tryna get my dick hard or sothin'?"

"Is it working?"

"Maybe." I grin, shifting to hide the growing bulge in my skirt. "Now help figure out what the hell 'harmonic mana convergence' ans before I lose my mind."

"Still pretty sure it also just ans 'team up and do magic' in fancy bitch speak."

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[Ugh, Professor Chen can bite .]

I'm speed-walking through the east wing, my platforms clicking against marble floors that probably cost more than my entire existence. My tits bounce with every step. I'm already ten minutes late thanks to that stuck-up professor keeping behind to lecture about "appropriate conduct between partners."

Like, sorry she caught with my tongue down Haruka's throat in the courtyard, but have you SEEN my bestie? Those tits? That ass? How can you bla for that???

I round the corner, ready to sprint the last stretch to Advanced Practical Magic, when sothing makes slow down.

Or rather, soone.

[Oh fuck sideways... it's Reina!]

Reina's leaning against one of those enchanted pillars, pretending to stare at her phone. The magical lights floating overhead catch on her stockings, making them shimr, and holy FUCK, her thighs in those fishnets are literally giving life right now.

[Well hello there~ Maybe being late ain't so bad after all.]

"Fancy eting you here, cutie."

Those adorable cat ears twitch at my voice, but she doesn't look up from her phone. The way she's posed against that pillar makes the school's boring-ass architecture look like a gothic fashion shoot backdrop. My dick definitely notices.

"You know," she says, those black-painted lips curving in a way that makes my mouth water, "most people would take being ignored as a hint."

"Yeah, but like..." I slide closer, watching how her tail uncurls slightly from its tight wrap around her leg. Got you, baby. "You're not really ignoring though, are you?"

Those blue eyes finally flick up from the screen, and fuck if that heavy eyeliner doesn't make her gaze sharp enough to cut right through the essence of my very being. My panties are getting tight just looking at her.

"And what makes you so sure about that?"

"Well, for one thing," I grin, reaching out to tap her phone screen with my perfectly manicured nail (pink with little spell circles, because I'm extra like that), "you've been staring at your ho screen for like five minutes."

A hint of color touches those pale cheeks.

"I was thinking."

"About ?" I lean closer, getting a whiff of her perfu – sothing dark and expensive that probably has "noir" in the na. It makes want to bury my face in her neck and just breathe her in.

She actually scoffs.

"You wish." She smirks, but I catch the way her eyes drop to my lips for just a second.

[I dunno... You look like you're trying very hard not to full-on smile right now~]

I lean in even closer, close enough that my tits almost brush against her arm.

"So," I purr, letting my voice drop into that register that usually makes panties drop, "we've gotten so complicated lessons these past couple days. Maybe we should make a lil' study group?"

"And watch how you keep your tongue down your friend's throat every five minutes? I think I'll pass."

"Aw, jealous?" My grin widens as I hold up a peace sign, sliding my tongue through it slow and deliberate. "Don't worry, I got plenty of tongue to go around, baby."

That definitely gets a blush. Her ears flatten slightly against her head, and god, why is that so fucking cute?

"You're absolutely shaless, you know that?"

"Part of my charm, baby." I wink, shifting my weight so my skirt rides up just a bit more. "Besides, you're the one still standing here talking to ."

Reina opens her mouth to reply, but her phone buzzes for real this ti. Her expression shifts as she reads the ssage, sothing complicated flashing across those perfect features.

"Boyfriend?" I ask, watching those black-painted lips press together.

"... Yeah."

[Oh? What's that hesitation about? Tea incoming!]

"Must not be that exciting if you're spending your free ti flirting with in hallways."

Those sapphire eyes narrow dangerously.

"You don't know anything about my relationship."

[... Okay,] I nod. [Touchy subject. A bit too far. Minus 10 points. My bad.]

"True," I shrug, starting to back away but making sure to swing my hips. "But I know when soone's looking at like they wanna find out what my cherry lip gloss tastes like. And baby? You've been staring at my mouth this whole ti."

"No, no," she rolls those gorgeous eyes, though her smirk doesn't fade. "You're just delusional."

[... Plus 10 points, perhaps?]

God, I hope so.