The S-Class Mage is a Gyaru!? Chapter 42: Celebrating, Part One

{Reina}

[Well, this is a thing that’s happening.]

I watch Akari pose with her trophy, those perfect tits basically becoming the star of every ManaGram post for the next week. Haruka’s glued to her side, hands definitely not staying in appropriate places as usual.

[Must be nice, having that kind of confidence.]

The trophy catches the light, sending little sparkles dancing across my platform boots. Funny thing is, I hadn’t even wanted to enter this stupid competition. Yeah, Dad had signed up, like he signs up for everything - business seminars, leadership workshops, all that corporate heir bullshit.

But now...

[Maybe if I’d actually tried...]

"Reina!" Akari bounces over, dragging Haruka with her. Her tits nearly pop out of that bra again and I swear half the crowd around us is just filming, hoping for a wardrobe malfunction. "We’re hitting up that new cafe to celebrate. You in? They’ve got those black coffee pancakes you like!"

"And the waitresses are so hot," Haruka adds, already sucking on Akari’s neck. "Like, stupid hot."

[These two, I swear...]

Before I can answer, a familiar black limo pulls up. Jas, our driver since I was little, gives a subtle nod.

[Ah. Right on schedule.]

"Rain check," I sigh, adjusting my choker. "Looks like daddy dearest has arrived to assess the damage to the family na."

"Ugh, corporate dads are the worst," Akari makes a face. "Text us later?"

"Maybe." I shrug, but my tail betrays by giving a little happy flick.

My Demonias click against pavent as I walk toward the car, each step counting down to what’s probably gonna be another lecture about proper behavior and maintaining the family image.

[Here we go...]

Dad’s sitting there in his usual perfect suit, tablet in hand, probably reviewing so multi-million dollar contract that’s worth more than this entire university. His own tail - longer and darker than mine - barely twitches as I slide in.

"I saw your performance."

[Great. Here cos the ’Miyamoto legacy’ speech.]

I brace myself for the usual critique. ’A Miyamoto shouldn’t lose.’ ’You’re representing CrysTech.’ ’Think of the shareholders.’ Maybe even a classic ’This is why you should’ve gone into business instead of magic.’

"You did well."

[Wait, what?]

My ears actually perk up, which is embarrassing as hell. Pretty sure my tail’s doing that excited thing too.

"I... lost?" I hate how unsure my voice sounds. "Against so random Class 2 student?"

"Against an opponent using enhanced abilities." He actually puts down his tablet. Like, completely sets it aside. "You identified the amplifier, adapted your strategy, and maintained composure even after being unfairly eliminated."

He locks eyes with through the rear-view.

"Those are valuable skills in our world." His tail curls thoughtfully. "More valuable than winning through borrowed power. The business world isn’t always about who has the most resources - it’s about how you use what you have."

He looks away, but not before saying:

"You did well."

"..."

... I choke up a bit. I an, I catch his aning. ssage received: better to lose with dignity than win by cheating. But... Still...

[Holy shit.]

Through the tinted windows, I can see Akari and Haruka having another tongue-wrestling match while a small crowd cheers them on. So guys are definitely taking video.

[Those two really don’t give a fuck what anyone thinks, do they?]

Maybe... maybe that’s not such a bad thing.

"Thanks, Dad." I lean back, letting my platforms rest on the expensive leather. Kuro, the driver, would usually scold for that, but today he just smiles in the rearview mirror.

His whiskers twitch in what might be a smile.

He picks up his tablet again, but pauses.

"And Reina?"

"Yeah?"

"Those boots... they suit you."

[Yeah,] I think as the limo pulls away, hiding my own smile. [They really do.]

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{Akari}

The perfect victory pose takes work, okay?

"Babe, tilt the trophy like... yeah, just like that!" Haruka’s basically climbing to get the right angle, her tits pressed against my back while I serve face for ManaGram. "Now stick your tongue out!"

[Click.]

"Perfect!" She shows the pic - in my modified uniform with the trophy held high, tongue out and eyes half-lidded. "The crusty hoes are gonna lose it!"

Six posts, a visit to the cafe, and about fifty hashtags later, we’re finally ready to celebrate for real.

[Ti to get absolutely NASTY.]

We hit the CLUB!

The club’s packed when we arrive, bass thumping so hard I can feel it in my legs. Haruka’s already dragging to the dance floor, her perfect ass working that micro-skirt.

"Shots first?" I grab her hips, pulling her back against .

"Duh!"

Four tequila shots later and we’re turning up on the dance floor. My hands are all over Haruka’s body while she grinds back on .

Liquid courage has ... well, saying things I should probably be keeping in my head. But, oh well.

"You’re so fucking hot," I growl in her ear, sliding my hands up under her crop top to squeeze those perfect tits. "Ugh, you make wanna go fucking crazy!"

"Mmmm, speak for yourself~" She turns around, wrapping her arms around my neck. "Lil’ S-Class champion looking like a whole al..."

Our tongues et again and there’s sothing different about it tonight. Like, for starters, holy SHIT does she taste good - like tequila and victory. Usually, I’m good at stopping my dick from getting too excited, but... Tonight? Nah, it’s fully activated and basically throbbing against her thigh.

[God, I wanna bend her over right here.]

"Dance floor’s getting a show," so rando calls out, but like? Who gives a fuck?

"Let ’em watch," Haruka purrs against my lips, rolling those perfect hips. "Show ’em how a champion celebrates~"

My phone buzzes.

As Haruka licks my neck, I check it.

[GothQueen🖤]: hope ur not dead in a ditch

[GothQueen🖤]: seriously, don’t drink and drive

[]: awww u care? 🥺

[GothQueen🖤]: whatever

I grin down as I type out:

[]: we miss u dark princess 😘

[]: wish u were here getting nasty with us

She responds, but I’ve already slipped my phone back into my pockets and I’m not about to fish it back out.

"Who you texting?" Haruka’s lips find my neck, making shiver.

"Our favorite goth queen." I grab her ass, making her squeak. "Now shut up and kiss more."

"Yes ma’am~"

The next hour’s a blur of grinding, shots, and Haruka’s perfect mouth. By the ti we stumble out, my lipstick’s basically relocated to her neck and both our dicks are fully standing at attention.

[Best. Night. Ever.]

"Your place?" Haruka’s hand’s definitely under my skirt now, stroking my cock through my panties. "I wanna celebrate properly~"

Admittedly, I sober up just a little.

We haven’t gone this far before.

But...

[Fuck if I’m gonna stop here. Hell nah.]

So, I say:

"Yeah, let’s go."