{Akari}
[Ah, my palace.]
The studio apartnt’s exactly as I left it this morning. Still tiny as fuck with clothes everywhere. The couch that doubles as my bed is buried under a mountain of skirts and crop tops, and the kitchenette’s counters are stacked with empty cup ran.
"Yo, this beat slaps!" Haruka’s already connected her phone to my cheap-ass speaker, shaking that fat ass to so Japanese rap while I hunt for sustenance. "Co dance with , baby!"
"In a minute," I call back, diving into the fridge. "Gotta find... sothing..."
Empty shelves stare back at .
Well, not completely empty - there’s half a bottle of sothing pink and probably alcoholic, plus what might have been takeout at so point but has steadily begun the process of becoming a new life form.
[Note to self: Clean fridge before it achieves sentience.]
"Baaabe," Haruka slides up behind , those perfect tits pressing against my back as she peers into the void that is my fridge. "When’s the last ti you went shopping?"
"Listen," I straighten up, letting her grind against to the beat. "I’ve been busy being absolutely fucking incredible at magic and shit. Plus like, grocery shopping’s for people who don’t have bomb-ass friends with kitchens full of food~"
"Uh huh." She spins around, already going for my uniform buttons. "Well your bomb-ass friend is starving and horny. We should hit up that bar near campus."
[The one where we made out in the bathroom last week?]
"Taking my shirt off is gonna get in the way of that."
"I can spare a few seconds~"
"You’re such a fucking perv," I roll my eyes lightly, but she does actually stop.
"Says the bitch who made out with herself!"
[She’s got there.]
"Co on," Haruka walks over to the door... Which she accomplishes in like 4 steps. "Let’s goooo!"
"Right behind ya."
---
The bass hits before we even get inside. It’s so new K-pop track that has Haruka bouncing next to , making those perfect tits defy gravity. Two guys walking past actually trip over themselves staring.
[Aaahh, that MVP aura must be radiating off us,] Akari thought, walking up with her arm linked through Haruka’s. [Feels good! Feels really fucking good.]
"ID?" The bouncer asks, but his eyes go wide. "Wait, holy shit. You’re that S-Class girl! The one who-"
"Made out with myself today?" I grin, striking a pose. "Guilty~"
"Yo, MAKO!" He calls to another bouncer. "It’s that gyaru from ManaGram!"
Next thing I know we’re being ushered inside like fucking royalty.
Haruka’s giggling her ass off as the crowd parts, phones coming out everywhere. Soone actually bows. Like, full ninety-degree angle type shit.
"Look at you," Haruka squeezes my ass as we strut past. "My girl’s a fucking celebrity!"
"Naturally," I respond smugly, shrugging. "******sigh******* the life of a star is so burdenso but I suppose I’ll manage."
The dance floor’s packed. I recognize so viewers from the exhibition mixing with locals, magic and mundane getting real friendly. I catch at least three Crescent Moon uniforms in various states of dishevelnt.
"Wow, Akari Nakamura, huh? Co over here!" The bartender waves us over. "Saw your fight online! That was dope!"
"Thanks baby!" I lean over the bar, giving her a perfect view down my top. So guy next to us actually chokes on his drink. "Hook us up?"
She’s already pouring sothing neon pink.
"On the house for our star~ Though maybe save so of that magic for the rest of us?"
"I’ll try."
[Oh, this is gonna be FUN.]
"Co on," I grab Haruka’s hand, dragging her toward the dance floor. "Let’s give these thirsty bitches a show they’ll never forget!"
The music changes - sothing with a heavy beat that has Haruka’s ass already moving. Around us, the crowd parts like we’re actual fucking royalty. Soone throws their bra. Another person’s actually crying.
"You know what this ans, right?" Haruka grins, already grinding against .
"That we’re about to make everyone in here question their sexuality?"
"That, and..." She pulls close, whispering in my ear. "We’re definitely getting laid tonight~"
---
{Lily}
[Going out for quiet drinks. Totally normal. Definitely not about to ruin my entire reputation acting out while drunk... Hopefully.]
"At dance practice~" I text my parents, because what they don’t know won’t get disowned. "Studying proper forms!"
Mom responds instantly:
"That’s my good girl! Rember - back straight, chin up!"
[If only you knew what your ’good girl’ has been doing...]
"Have you two even been here before?" I ask as we walk up to this sketchy-looking bar. The bass is already making the sidewalk vibrate, and I swear I can sll poor decisions from here.
... Though, I suppose so would say I’m not one to talk about poor decisions, huh? Well, whatever.
"Once!" i bounces ahead. "They don’t card and the drinks are super sweet! And cheap!" She adds with a giggle. "Plus the bathroom’s usually clean!"
[Usually. Great.]
"It’s... sanitary though, right?" Miyuki adjusts her glasses nervously. "Like, health code and everything? I heard soone got food poisoning at that other place and-"
Before she can finish her proper girl panic, the door opens and-
[Oh. Oh NO. Oh FUCK no.]
There, in the middle of the dance floor, illuminated like so unholy vision from a porn site, are Akari and Haruka. And they’re...
[What the actual FUCK.]
"Is that..." Miyuki squints, then goes red as a tomato. "Is she actually..."
"Yup." I watch in horror as Haruka drops it low, face buried between Akari’s tits while at least fifty phones record the mont. Pretty sure I just saw money being thrown. "That’s happening. In public. Where people can see."
"We should..." i starts, but the crowd behind us surges forward, practically shoving us inside. The door closes with a final-sounding thud.
[Well. This is how I die. Crushed between horny club-goers while watching the school slut motorboat her gyaru girlfriend.]
"Okay," I grab both their hands, dragging them toward the far corner of the bar. Soone actually throws their bra at Akari. It lands on her head like a crown. "New plan. We sit here, we drink, we pretend those two hyper-sluts don’t exist."
"Right!" Miyuki nods way too fast, her eyes definitely not glued to Haruka’s ass. "Just a quiet drink between... oh god, is that legal in public?"
I refuse to look. I REFUSE. Even though I can hear the crowd chanting sothing that sounds suspiciously like
"KISS! KISS! KISS!"
"First round’s on ," I wave down a bartender, trying to ignore the way i’s practically drooling. "And keep them coming. I need to be way drunker for this shit."
"Sa," i’s still staring at the dance floor like it’s showing her the aning of life. "Like, way WAY drunker. Do they take card? Because I might need to start a tab..."
"It’ll be fine," I lie to myself, ordering sothing that’s definitely going to be bright pink and terrible. Probably nad sothing stupid like ’Magical Girl’s First Kiss’ or ’Pussy Potion #9.’ "We won’t even have to interact with them. They probably won’t even notice-"
"LILY-CHAN!"
[... Fuck my entire life.]
"Maybe if we don’t move," Miyuki whispers, frozen like a proper deer in headlights, "they won’t see us?"
But it’s too late. I can already hear them coming - the sound of expensive heels, drunk girls cheering, and what might be actual fucking applause.
[This is what I get for trying to be social...]
"Pretend we’re dead?" i suggests hopefully.
"Oh my god, you ca to see dance!" Haruka’s voice carries over the music, way too close now. "That’s so sweet! Akari, look who ca to support us!"
[I would literally rather die than turn around right now.]
"Three shots of whatever’s strongest," I tell the bartender, who’s watching this disaster unfold with way too much amusent. "And like, keep them coming until I either pass out or forget I ever went to Crescent Moon."
"Make it six," Miyuki adds, still not looking at the approaching chaos. "And maybe so water for when we inevitably throw up from sha?"
[Note to self: Next ti soone suggests ’going out for drinks’ - literally just poison yourself instead. It’ll be quicker and less painful than whatever’s about to happen.]
"Well well well," Akari fucking Nakamura saunters over, still practically naked from whatever the hell she was doing on that dance floor. "Look who decided to co watch the show!"
Haruka’s right behind her, both of them sweaty and grinning like they just got done fucking in the bathroom. Which, knowing them, they probably did.
"We’re not here for you," I snap, but it’s hard to sound intimidating when there’s literally money stuck in Akari’s cleavage. "Just getting drinks."
"Sure, sure." She slides onto the stool next to , basically forcing Miyuki to scoot closer to i. "That’s why you picked the bar where I just went viral~"
[Kill . Actually just kill .]
"Speaking of viral," Haruka leans over, shoving her phone in my face. "Your little self-decapitation thing is trending! People are calling you the ’Murder Queen’ now!"
[Ugh, this is gonna suck...]
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