The S-Class Mage is a Gyaru!? Chapter 26: Arcane Symposium, Part Six

"THREE DAYS!?" Haruka’s tits bounce as she grabs my shoulders. "Those crusty bitches are trying to sabotage you!"

"I know!" I collapse against her, face-first into those perfect lons. But, in this mont of great distress, even those heavenly cushions can’t ease my stress. "I’m gonna fuckin’ dieeeee!"

"No you’re not!" She grabs my face, squishing my cheeks. "Listen to , you bad bitch. What did Professor Zhang just teach you?"

I pout against her palms.

"Uh... How to make my magic all pretty and shit."

"EXACTLY!" She shakes a little. "You’ve already got the basics down. Now we just gotta practice until you can do it in your sleep!"

[She’s right...]

"But Haruuuu," I whine, even as my brain starts spinning up plans. "That’s gonna take forever! There are three whole parts to the Symposium! I’m gonna have to study my butt off, do magical cardio, and sparring, all in just three days? A-Are we even gonna have ti to make out?!?!?!!?"

That was very important to , of course.

Her grin turns wicked as she grabs my shoulders, her incredible milk bags pressing against mine as she stares into my soul.

"Who says we can’t do both?" Then she straightens up, striking a pose like she’s in so ancient war movie. "LISTEN UP, BITCH!"

... At that mont, I swear, it’s like the lights dim around us and a spotlight falls on Haru. Like God himself is sitting back to hear what she has to say.

Haru begins:

"The path before us is hard!" She declares, one hand on her hip, the other raised dramatically to the heavens. "The trials are many! The stakes are high! BUT!" She spins around, grabbing my ass with both hands. "Are we not the baddest bitches in this entire crusty-ass university!?"

"I an-"

"I said, ARE WE NOT THE QUEENS OF GETTING SHIT DONE!?"

"Well yeah, but-"

"AND!" She dips low, her tits nearly spilling out of her uniform. "Have I not sworn a sacred oath, as your ride-or-die and frequent tongue-wrestling partner, to help you achieve your dreams while looking absolutely fucking DELICIOUS!?"

I can’t help but giggle.

"You have..."

"THEN RIIIIIISE, MY LOVE!" She pulls up, spinning around. "FOR TOGETHER, WE SHALL CONQUER THIS SYMPOSIUM! We shall study! We shall train! And we will do it while looking so good people fucking die just from looking in our general direction!"

"Holy shit, Haru-"

"TO VICTORY!" She raises our joined hands. "TO GLORY! TO SERVING CUNT! TO MAKING THESE CRUSTY BITCHES EAT THEIR WORDS!

[I am so fucking turned on right now.]

"Now!" She pulls close again, voice dropping to a sultry whisper. "Are you with ?"

I swear, I can hear an applause sowhere.

She’s right. I can’t just sit down and let this minor inconvenience ruin my plans. I have shit to do. I have waves to make. Pushing the Symposium up isn’t going to stop that.

So, I grab her thick booty with both hands, looking her in the eye.

"Lead the way, commander."

And that’s how Operation: Training Arc (But Gay) began!

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{Reina}

The bass line throbs through my expensive headphones as I sprawl across my silk sheets, my tail moving in ti with the rhythm. So underground visual kei band Jun would probably hate... which, honestly, these days? That just makes turn it up louder.

[Speaking of my absolutely riveting boyfriend...]

I check our chat again.

[]: Hey, want to grab a drink?

[]: Or sothing?

[Jun💜]: Read 8:47 PM

[Cool. Very cool.]

My feynal ears twitch in annoyance as I switch over to ManaGram, hoping to find sothing to distract from my boyfriend’s stunning conversational skills. Sure, I know he’s probably busy with business stuff, but... I dunno. Would it kill him to say sothing?

Anyway, on the Gram, it’s mostly the usual feed. Rich kids showing off crystal balls, magical carpets, pristine staffs and other tools of the trade that don’t actually do much but look very, very pretty. Along with the usual basic bitches posting their first successful illumination spells or whatever.

And then I see it.

SYMPOSIUM IN 3 DAYS??? CHALLENGE ACCEPTED BITCHES 💅

The image attached to that bold post is of Akari and Haruka pressed together, faces flushed, uniforms disheveled.

The way their pressed up, my eyes naturally drag toward-

[God, her tits look incredible in that uniform...]

I catch myself staring and quickly scroll past, my cheeks burning. Yes, yes, her boobs look nice. I’m human (or, well, kinda). It’s fine to acknowledge it.

[Just leave it alone, Reina. You have a boyfriend. A perfectly adequate, completely boring boyfriend who leaves you on read and probably thinks visual kei is "too aggressive"...]

But my thumb betrays , scrolling back up to that selfie.

They’re both gleaming with sweat, probably from training. Or from making out. Honestly, with how passionate those two get doing that, it wouldn’t surprise if they worked up a sweat from just locking lips.

Haruka’s boobs in particular are practically spilling out of her uniform (as usual), but it’s still Akari that catches my eye.

That fierce grin, those pink eyes practically glowing with determination, that little bead of sweat rolling down her neck...

I bite my lip.

[Stop it.]

Despite everything, I find myself smirking.

And, before I can stop myself, my finger hits the like button.

[Whatever. It’s not like she’ll even notice-]

My phone buzzes imdiately.

[AkariNakamura✨]: 👀

[Oh fuck .]

Another buzz.

[AkariNakamura✨]: miss already, princess? 😘

I toss my phone across the bed. It’s ti for dinner anyway.

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And yep, it’s fun as usual.

The dining room is too big, the table too long, the silence too heavy. Even my tail is on its best behavior, curled neatly around my chair leg for fear of moving the wrong way.

[At least the food’s decent.]

"How are your classes going?" Dad’s voice cuts through the silence.

"Fine." I push so perfect vegetables around my perfect plate. "Top marks in everything."

I can’t count how many tis I’ve said that to him, but he’ll keep asking of course, wanting to know right away the mont that stops being the case.

"Mm." He takes a careful sip of wine. "And that girl? The one who caused all that drama at orientation?"

[Akari.]

My ears twitch.

"She’s...still being dramatic."

"I see." Another precise sip. "I notice you didn’t ntion being left out of the Symposium."

[Ah, here we fucking go.]

This one is my fault. I should have prepared adequately for this incoming conversation. I an, I knew he’d ask about it at *so* point, but yeah.

I sigh, setting down my fork.

"Even with good grades and high A.A.T. scores, there’s more that goes into choosing participants," I explain, trying to keep my voice neutral. "Politics. Connections. The usual bullsh- stuff. Hence why I am not in."

Dad’s perfectly manicured eyebrows rise.

"Indeed. But, no," he says, like he’s correcting a minor spreadsheet error. "You’re in."

The piece of perfectly cooked fish I just lifted freezes halfway to my mouth.

"What?"

"I called the university." He dabs his mouth with a napkin that probably costs more than most people’s rent. "Told them it was outrageous that CrysTech’s heiress wasn’t on the list. They were quite understanding."

[Oh fuck no.]

"You..." I pause. "You what?"

"Fixed an oversight." He doesn’t even look my way. "You’re welco."

Yeah, there’s just one problem.

"The Symposium starts in three days," I manage to say. "They pushed it up."

"Plenty of ti to prepare." He goes back to his wine. "You’ve always been exceptional at magic when you actually apply yourself."

[Yeah, when I CHOOSE to apply myself!]

But I can’t say that. Can’t explain that I’d rather stay in my room listening to music that would make his perfectly styled hair curl. Can’t tell him I’d rather watch a certain gyaru queen take the spotlight while I... while I...

[While I what? Pine after her like so lovesick ani character?]

"Thanks, Dad," I hear myself say, even as my stomach ties itself in knots. "I won’t let you down."

[Fuck. Now I actually have to prepare for this shit.]

And worse? Now, I’m going to be standing on that stage, right next to Akari fuckin’ Nakamura who I already get way too much of on a day-to-day basis.

Great.