The S-Class Mage is a Gyaru!? Chapter 29: Arcane Symposium, Part Nine

"Posting for the feed real quick!" I announce, holding up my phone while Haruka stretches beside in the gym.

It takes everything I have to stay focused and not just stare at her boobies.

[Right. Ti to be petty.]

"Yoooo, it’s ya gurl, ’Kari!" I purr into my ManaGram voice ssage. "Just wanted to remind everyone that SO of us don’t need to suck up to professors to get ahead! No, we get our dicks sucked after we win, instead. No shade though... Well, maybe a little shade."

I add a sparkle filter that makes my perfect makeup look even more perfect before hitting post.

"That’s like your millionth post shading Lily today," Haruka notes, bending over, stretching like a cat, in a way that makes her ass look absolutely criminal in those tiny shorts. Like, looking that good should be illegal in at least twelve countries. "You sure you don’t just want to hate-fuck her or sothing?"

I choke on air.

"WHAT?"

"Just saying!" She straightens up, her tits jiggling. "All this tension’s gotta go sowhere, and your thirsty ass clearly needs it. I an, when’s the last ti you got laid?"

"I-" My face burns. "That’s not- I an-"

"Exactly." She sashays over, pressing those massive lons against my arm. "You’re all pent up, baby. No wonder you keep posting thirst traps hoping soone’ll notice."

"They are NOT thirst traps!"

"Oh really?" She pulls out her phone, scrolling through my feed. "’Bet so basic bitches wish they could throw ass like !’ with a clip of you twerking?"

"That was... demonstrating form!"

"Uh huh. What about ’Unlike SO people, I don’t need fancy outfits to look good... but they help!’ with pics of you in that micromini?"

"I was showing off little modifications!"

"’Wonder if anyone else can handle this much raw power?’ with you doing splits in booty shorts?"

"OKAY FINE!" I throw my hands up. "Maybe I’ve been a little... excessive."

"A little?" She cackles. "Girl, you’re one step away from posting ’Haru-chaaan, please rail ’."

My dick actually twitches at that ntal image, but I manage to push it away.

"Have you at least been studying between your little social dia wars?" Haruka presses her whole body against now, and holy FUCK why is she so soft? "Because as hot as you look being mad, we still gotta actually win this thing."

["We",] I notice, smiling. [Right. This is a team effort!]

"Of course I’ve been studying!" I pull away before I embarrass myself by popping a boner in these shorts. "Zhang showed this thing where you can actually redirect spells using your opponent’s mana against them. Watch!"

I gather my power, letting that familiar energy flow through .

"Check this-"

"WAIT!" Haruka backs up so fast she almost trips. "You probably shouldn’t try this inside."

[Oh yeah.]

"... Maybe we should take this to the practice field."

"Ya think?" She rolls her eyes, but she’s grinning.

But as we head outside, I can’t help but check ManaGram one more ti.

[LilyAmano💫]: Looking forward to tomorrow! May the best mage win! 💕

[]: oh honey

[]: she will 💅

[]: hope you’re ready to see what REAL magic looks like

[]: unlike whatever basic bitch spells you’ve been practicing

[LilyAmano💫]: At least I practice 😘

[LilyAmano💫]: So of us can’t coast by on raw talent and short skirts

"Stop sexting your rival and co help warm up!" Haruka calls out, already in position for sparring.

"I’m not- That’s not what-" I sputter. "FUCK!"

"Language!" Haruka teases, then imdiately ruins it by adding: "Save that dirty mouth for later~"

[One more day,] I think as I join her, trying to ignore how hot my face feels. [One more day to prove every single one of these crusty fucks wrong.]

[And yeah, maybe show a certain stuck-up bitch exactly what this gyaru can do...]

[... While looking absolutely fucking incredible doing it, obviously.]

The practice field shimrs under the afternoon sun as Haruka and I square up.

"Ready baby?" She calls out, her massive tits barely contained by that sports bra as she takes her stance. "Don’t hold back just ’cause I’m pretty!"

"Never do!"

And so, we got started.

Basic dueling is pretty straightforward. I’ve seen a few MMA fights before (Mixed Magical Arts) online.

It’s honestly pretty simple. You gather your mana, shape it into whatever form you want, and yeet that shit at your opponent. The tricky part is doing all that while dodging whatever they’re throwing back, and using whatever defensive spells ya got at your disposal too.

Haruka starts with a classic. A bolt of pure force aid right at my face.

I catch that shit with one hand, dispersing it into shimring sparkles that rain down around . Like Zhang had told before, it’s all about matching the incoming spell’s frequency, then basically telling it "no thanks bestie" with your own mana.

"Looking good!" Haruka bounces excitedly, making lose focus for a hot second. "Now try this!"

She launches a whole barrage, each spell a different type. Fire, ice, mana. Girl’s really showing off her variety.

I dance through them, platforms clicking against the ground as I disperse each attack. Pink sparkles fill the air around us like we’re in so magical girl ani.

"Is that all you got?" I tease, gathering my own power. "Co on baby, give sothing harder-"

That’s when she tackles .

We hit the ground in a tangle of limbs and titties, both of us laughing as we roll around in the grass.

Sohow, I end up on top of her. As I straddle her hips, we... kind of simultaneously notice our position.

"Oh no!" Haruka suddenly switches to this high-pitched voice, batting her eyelashes. "P-please be gentle, Akari-sama!" She spreads her legs, platforms high in the air.

"STOP!" I wheeze, crying with laughter. "Why are you like this!?"

"What’s wrong, senpai?" She presses her tits against mine dramatically. "Don’t you want to teach your special technique?"

"I’m gonna fucking die-"

"Show where you wanna put it, Akari-sama!"

We’re both cackling so hard we can barely breathe and soon, we’re rolling around in the grass like idiots.

[God, I adore this girl.]

When we finally calm down, I find myself wondering about our resident goth princess.

"Hey," I say, now pinned under Haruka’s thicc body. "You think Reina’s actually practicing for tomorrow?"

"Probably." Haruka sits up, straddling my hips in a way that makes my dick twitch. "Though I bet she looks way more elegant doing it than we do."

I picture Reina in workout clothes, all sweaty and focused...

[Focus, Akari. FOCUS.]

"We should invite her to train with us!" I suggest, trying to ignore how good Haruka feels on top of . "You know, scope out the competition..."

"You an stare at her ass while she practices."

"I can do both!"

Haruka just laughs, grinding down against one last ti before standing up.

"Co on, you thirsty bitch. Let’s run through those formations again."

[Right. Focus. Competition first, thirsting over hot goth girls later.]

But as we get back into position, I can’t help but wonder what Reina’s doing right now.